Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 59 Refining God and Refining Vulgarity Condensing the Sword Furnace

Tonight, the dark blue sky is full of starlight, like beans sowed by a fairy, densely packed but disorderly, some are bright, some are dark, the stars are sparse on this side, and shining stars gather in the other side .

An Le stood in the yard, the manic wind seemed to be mixed with a few sharp and sharp sword intents, constantly stirring, the green hills and ink ponds inserted on the old locust trees were trembling violently, and the trembling old locust trees dropped their leaves one after another .

In Niwan Palace, a pool of swords is boiling.

Countless sword qi clanged and collided, and a solid sword was hanging in the sword pool. The sword was trembling slightly, which caused the sword pool to tremble.

An Le's mind has reached the limit of the realm of fetal breath. When climbing on the sixth mountain, he used the sixth mountain's sword energy to melt into the spring rain and visualize, watch the sword waterfall, gather the sword pool, and his mind has greatly increased.

In the Lin Mansion, he painted "The Picture of Galloping Horses" for Si Ye Lin, and his mind and the painting blended together. One painting surpassed the level and became the picture of eighth-rank god refining, which made his mind skyrocket again, and he was on the verge of breaking through.

On the long street, fighting against the burly coachman Zhu Shan finally broke the barriers of the realm, like a wall blocking the bright sunlight, a small hole was cut, and the sunlight projected, illuminating the dark space.

An Le is in such a state at this moment, breaking through the fetal breath of the second realm of refining the gods, and stepping into the third realm of refining the gods, free from vulgarity.

This environment is both refined and natural.

Refraining from vulgarity can also be called bodiless, breaking away from the mundane, transcending the realm of the womb, letting the mind out, controlling the sword, holding the knife, controlling the talisman, controlling the wind, etc., and can accomplish many things that are beyond the reach of the ordinary body.

In short, it is possible to perform behaviors that are contrary to common sense and beyond the scope of physical explanation.

If the talent is mediocre, it is already as difficult as reaching the sky if you want to refine the gods. Like Qin Qianqiu, as Qin Xiang's favorite son, with countless resources, natural talents and earthly treasures, only the gods can be refined .

How can a mediocre person be free from vulgarity if he can be refined and be extraordinary?

Therefore, refining the gods and refining the vulgarity is already the limit of countless mediocre people.

An Le has the [Eternal Talent] Dao Fruit, which is extraordinary. For him, it is not a difficult problem, but it has stuck him for some time.

Coupled with the feedback of [Fearless Heart] Dao Fruit, the refinement is almost natural.

In front of him, the light curtain flickered past.

【Fearless Heart (Dao Fruit): The dragon fights in the wild, jumps to win, can be strong and fearless, Dao Fruit feeds itself】

Then there was a burst of fresh air that spread and traveled all over the body.

The epidermis, meridians, spiritual bones, dantian and even the Niwan Palace seem to have echoes of clear springs and light streams, which feed back to the physical body, bringing about unusual transformations.

Qi and blood surged and boiled, traveling through the meridians, and the heart veins grew in an instant, and between the gushes, it brought a majestic force.

Forging the body is worthy of stepping on the comfort of casting spiritual bones. At this moment, I feel that the energy and blood are surging, rolling like a whirlpool, scorching and blazing in the dantian, rushing to wash away the impurities in the body.

This is the feedback of fearlessness, but unfortunately, it failed to help Anle condense the inner alchemy in one go.

But it is really not that easy. When it comes to physical training, An Le can only practice the five birds diligently. "Five Birds Exercise" is not top-level in terms of grades. In terms of body forging practice, it is natural to slow down.

With the help of painting, the ability to visualize sword waterfalls, and the blessing of the [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit, the speed naturally surpasses that of body training.

boom! ! !
As if Hong Zhong Da Lu exploded in his ears, An Le opened his eyes suddenly, and suddenly felt that everything in the world seemed to have become silent.

His mind sprang out from the Niwan Palace and permeated within a ten-foot radius of his body. He could feel the rolling of gravel on the ground, the leaves falling from the old locust tree, and the slight tremor of the green hill and the ink pool inserted in the locust tree.

This is a very wonderful feeling of realm, like the leap and transformation between humans and gods.

Although he has just broken through to refinement, his mind control is still very jerky, and the range of his mind's release is also limited, but this kind of mind leap and the feeling of controlling everything is really immersive.

At this moment, An Le felt that if he picked up a sword, he could fight anyone, even if he was equal.

Of course, this is undoubtedly an illusion.

If An Le dared to draw his sword at Mrs. Hua at this moment, Mrs. Hua could slap him to death.

The outward mind gradually subsided, and the sword pool in the Niwan Palace began to regain its calm. Finally, a fuzzy phantom of an oven seemed to be vaguely built, like a real sword hanging in the oven, shining brightly.

The breath of the fetus produces the sword pond, and the sword furnace is refined and condensed.

According to the description in the "Sword Waterfall Picture", in the Niwan Palace, the sword furnace is formed, and the storage of sword energy means that the refining god has set foot on the vulgarity.

The wind and waves receded, and the cold moonlight cut through the twilight clouds that covered the sky, and poured on Anle's body, wearing white clothes like a fairy in the world.

Qingshan and Mochi finally broke away from the old locust tree, lingering around Anle's body, controlled by the god of peace, and ups and downs with the sword.

This is a completely different manipulation method from Jian Qi.

Sword Qi is a kind of skill, but controlling the sword with the mind seems to be an instinct.

When it comes to lethality, it is natural that the sword qi approach is better, but when it comes to flying with the sword, the refined mind is naturally more relaxed.

This night, An Le gained a lot.

Although there is no breakthrough in physical training, it has made great progress, and the spiritual training has successfully surpassed the fetal breath and set foot in the world, and the mind is released.

This makes An Le feel refreshed.

As the night deepens, the shadow of the old locust tree becomes more and more mottled under the light of the clear moon.

Anle sat upright, did not celebrate, and the boiling mood was hard to calm down.

He stood up, walked into the house, ground the ink and spread the paper, lit the lamp and started to paint with ink.

Use painting to stabilize the refined mind that has just broken through, and stabilize the sword furnace in Niwan Palace.

In painting, the boiling mind gradually converges, and the mood gradually becomes peaceful.

……

……

The night is still young.

This night in Lin'an Mansion, too many people are destined to find it hard to sleep.

Lin Mansion, Qingfeng Garden of Fourth Master Lin, was brightly lit, as bright as day.

There were many people in the garden, breaking some of the tranquility and peace.

However, Lin Silang dared not be angry or speak out.

After all, the visitors are all extraordinary people, not to mention the elder sister-in-law Hua Jiebing in his mansion, the legendary number one scholar Li Youan in plain clothes, and the unfathomable old man with long eyebrows.

Lin Silang couldn't afford to provoke these strong men.

"A good horse, a good painting, a good poem, a picture of a galloping horse!"

The old man with long eyebrows narrowed his eyes to look at the painting, and a flush of excitement appeared on his face full of ravines: "This brushwork combines the meaning of An Xiaoyou's sketch. Although it is an ink painting method, it is somewhat vivid on paper and lifelike! "

"When I first looked at sketching, I thought it was just a skill. Now it seems that if these techniques are integrated into paintings such as fine brushwork and freehand brushwork, there may be great promise."

Li You'an was also admiring the picture of galloping horses. Although the meaning of refining gods contained in the picture of galloping horses was not good enough, Li You'an still felt the unruly, free, and carefree emotions of wild horses.

Under the painting, the state of mind seems to be affected.

This made Li You'an amazed. As we all know, a painter who is practicing to draw a treasure map of refining gods must reach the level of a high treasure map.

The Eighth Grade God Refining Picture can only be painted by at least a refined painter.

When An Le made this picture of galloping horses, it was obvious that he had never set foot in the world, but between splashes of ink, he was able to produce the picture of eighth-rank refining gods.

This talent for refining gods is truly astonishing!
Hua Jiebing's eyes are really quite vicious.

Hua Jiebing at the side is graceful and luxurious, with a smile on his face, with relief and self-satisfaction in his smile.

She appreciates An Le and bestows the "Sword Waterfall Picture". The more dazzling An Le is now, the more sense of accomplishment she will naturally have.

Zhao Huangting approached Lin Silang with a smile: "Little Si, this picture of a galloping horse is very good."

Lin Silang said with a smile: "Yes, it's really unexpected that Mr. An can draw horses."

"Then lend this painting to the old man for a few days, so that the old man can figure out the painting skills in it, and show off to those old friends by the way, what do you think?"

Zhao Huangting stroked his long eyebrows and smiled.

Lin Shiro's smile froze, what can he say?
"Senior, but I haven't seen enough paintings..." Lin Silang wondered.

"As far as your poor painting skills are concerned, what are you looking at? You won't be able to learn the subtleties of the painting after you have watched it. When the old man has studied it thoroughly, I will give you ten pictures of horses. You can change it every day. You can watch as much as you want. Many people in Lin'an Mansion can't get enough of Zhao Huangting's paintings."

Zhao Huangting waved his hand and smiled brightly.

Lin Silang smiled reluctantly, this painting...he hasn't warmed it up yet.

"Since senior is happy, let's borrow a few days from senior." Lin Silang reluctantly said.

Zhao Huangting was immediately relaxed and happy: "Don't worry, the old man will watch it for a few days, and he will definitely send it back after a few days."

Lin Silang didn't hold out hope, so many days after days, since the painting fell into Zhao Huangting's hands, it was like meat buns and dogs gone forever.

Hua Jiebing was beautiful with a smile on her face, watched this scene but didn't say much, sighed slightly in her heart, how long can the senior hold the painting...

While admiring the painting, Li You'an said, "This son is very talented. I heard that he is still a juren. If you want to participate in the Spring Festival, why don't you place your hopes on him? He will try him in front of the palace and maybe he will help you get back the turmoil Woolen cloth?"

"That way there will be less disturbance."

Mrs. Hua shook her head and sighed softly: "His talent is indeed very good, but it's a pity that he practiced too late. In the spring, if he can enter the list of Jinshi, it will be quite difficult, let alone the more difficult imperial examination?"

"Besides, if the young man really takes the storm, then many storms will be imposed on him, and it will only break him."

Li Youan remained silent.

He was a little surprised, it seems that Mrs. Hua passed on "Sword Waterfall Picture" to Anle because she really cherishes and loves talents.

Mrs. Hua's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and she is full of smiles. Looking at the wanton, unruly, and rebellious wild horses in the painting, she smiles softly.

"A young man is fearless, proud, and ambitious... The prosperity and ecstasy of Lin'an, I hope it won't obliterate these qualities of him, and there is no need for him to get involved in those turmoil and dangers that shouldn't involve him, so as not to ruin him in vain. His ambition to climb the heights."

　On Monday, I'm looking for more reading, and a wave of freshly released recommendation tickets. Thank you for your support. We are temporarily ranked second on the new book list~ Thank you, Lao Li!

(End of this chapter)