Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 69 The Old Man of the Taimiao Talked About Wine as a Monster

The spring mud is rainy and slippery in the mirror, and the dawn tree is like a picture with clouds and light.

Anle is like this, sitting in the courtyard, spring rain accompanied by the breeze, a few grains suddenly jump into Anle's face, evaporated by the boiling qi and blood circulating under the membrane, and turn into misty cloud-like water vapor.

After a few days of closed-door training, high-intensity mobilization of energy and spirit, and continuous rehearsal of the ancient monsters and five animals, today, finally, the fruits of harvest have been obtained.

The aura caused the spring rain to sway, and the wind and waves in the small courtyard suddenly blew, and the leaves of the old pagoda tree were blowing.

An Le closed her eyes, her mind sank into her dantian.

The dantian is like an oven, the qi and blood make a fire, burn and forge, and a qi and blood inner pill can be vaguely formed, suspended in it, dripping and spinning!
Opening qi and blood, casting spirit bones, condensing inner alchemy... these are the first three realms of body forging martial arts.

A few days before the training, Mrs. Hua thought that "Five Animals Exercise" had hindered An Le, so she asked An Le to go to the martial arts temple to see the stones, and got all the martial arts chiefs to practice the new martial arts classics.

But An Le, who had just obtained the martial arts classics, was baptized with the sword energy of Qingshan and the qi and blood of Wukuishi, but did not immediately condense the inner alchemy. At first, An Le was still a little disappointed.

Now it's much calmer, some things get worse the more you force them.

It was as if a grain of spring rain was dripping, blooming and bursting, smashing the bottleneck of the realm that had been maintained in the body.

On the physical body, the scriptures of the ancient demon five animals seemed to be revived, and there were faint roars of the ancient demon tiger, ferocious beast, demon ape and other big monsters, condensing a majestic and domineering momentum!
The inner alchemy is a very important thing for a practitioner of body forging.

It is the foundation of a steady stream of qi and blood!
Manpower is sometimes poor, but the inner alchemy that has been beaten to the extreme can burst out without stopping.

Just as the realm of refinement is a great leap in the practice of refining gods, the same is true for the inner alchemy of martial arts.

The importance of the inner alchemy is also the way forward for the future realm. The fourth level of body forging, Tong Xuanyi, is closely related to the inner alchemy!

Outside the courtyard, the wind and rain are swift.

An old Taimiao man in plain clothes suddenly appeared.

Looking at the young man who was sitting in the gate, but carried the will of the ancient demon on his body, he couldn't help showing a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Success will come when conditions are ripe, let the flow take its course to break through, and the practice is to pay attention to one's heart."

The Taimiao old man stroked his long eyebrows and sighed endlessly.

The talent of An Le, with the improvement of practice, develops more and more amazing performance.

The higher the level of cultivation, the harder it is to break through. An Le seems to have accumulated a momentum to break through all barriers and obstacles.

The old man used to think that Qingshan chose Anle because Anle was proud of painting bamboo, and because of the tenacious character of a young man who never bowed his eyebrows, but now it seems that it is not always the case.

Perhaps the youthful talent is also one of the reasons why Qing Shan is so charming.

In the courtyard, the aura of peace gradually subsides, and the inner alchemy is round, condensing qi, blood, aura, body essence and other energies, shining with luster and full of energy.

This kind of inner alchemy quality, which is almost perfect after being condensed at the beginning, is extremely rare among body forging martial arts.

An Le exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, feeling that the energy in the body was endless, and the inner alchemy was like a source, constantly pushing out energy.

If refining the spirit is the transformation of the spiritual level, then exercising the body and condensing the inner alchemy is the transformation of the physical level.

An Le suddenly thought that the main reason why he was able to kill the coachman Zhu Shan a few days ago was because Zhu Shan did not have a high-rank body forging method, the inner alchemy was rough, coupled with the weakness of the mind, the sword energy was too restrained.

Otherwise, it would be very easy for the third level of body forging to beat the second level.

Looking back at An Le now, there is actually some danger in it, but he has never been afraid. Cultivation is the process of cutting through the thorns in front of him and climbing to the top of the mountain.

Fearless in heart, but also have to assess the situation in order to be able to climb high and look far.

Open your eyes, your mind is entwined like a silk thread.

On the old locust tree, the green mountain suddenly came out of the tree. Anle raised his hand and grabbed the bamboo sword of the green mountain. Using the energy in his body, he began to dance the sword. The sword energy in the green mountain spread, soaking Anle's body and strengthening his cultivation. for.

The old man sat under the door court familiarly, with a smile on his face, drinking and drinking by himself.

By the way, Yi San minded to point out some shortcomings of An Le's swordsmanship.

In the small courtyard, the sword energy is everywhere, but it seems a bit warm.

After a long time, An Le stopped slowly, stopped dancing sword, sat on a small chair with a green hill on his lap, and drank with the old man.

"Exercising and cultivating the three realms of the gods. In a short period of time, I have achieved this. Xiaoyou An's talent is very good. When it comes to the speed of breaking the mirror in the first three realms, among the practitioners I have seen, Xiaoyou can be in the top ten."

The old man took a sip of wine.

An Le couldn't help being startled when he heard this, and the old man continued to speak.

"That kid Zhao Xianyou, who hasn't practiced for more than ten years, breaks through the realm like drinking water once he practices. He breaks through one realm in a day, and breaks through to the third realm in three days. The speed is faster than that of little friend An."

"But that kid is known as a mortal fairy, so he doesn't use common theories, so he doesn't count."

"In addition, the Yuanmeng emperor broke through the three realms in seven days, which caused the entire Yuanmeng imperial court to shake."

"Secondly, there are Daozi from Zhenwu Temple, the little celestial master from Tianshi Mansion, Jinchan Buddha from Lanke Temple, etc. These are all evildoers in this world. To them, the first three realms are like paper."

It was the first time An Le heard the names of these monsters, and she couldn't help being very curious.

"Zhenwu Temple, Tianshi Mansion, Lanke Temple and other forces are different from Wenyuan Wu Temple. You can understand the former as sectarian forces, which have very little involvement with the court, but Wenyuan and Wu Temple are closely related to the court."

The old man of Taimiao took a sip of old wine and said.

"Of course, it's nothing in front of the Holy Mountain."

"Xiaoyou An, your current speed of breaking through the first three realms is faster than those of the mountain masters of the Holy Mountain. Like floating clouds."

The old man laughed heartily: "So you need to guard against arrogance and impetuosity. The road to practice is long, and you have just set foot."

"The momentary dazzling is nothing. After the third realm, there will be five realms. After the fifth realm, there will be five realms. What is the scenery above the tenth realm? Countless practitioners in the world yearn for it."

An Le knew that the old man was teaching himself that he should not develop arrogance because of his talent.

Fill a glass of rice wine, respect the old man, and drink it all in one gulp.

"Thank you for your teaching, senior."

With a peaceful expression on his face, the old man raised his glass of wine towards An Le and drank it down in one gulp.

"After your spring is over, the old man will take you to a place and see the world. It will be absolutely interesting and refreshing."

The old man promised with a smile.

When An Le heard this, she also smiled and said, "That Xiaosheng is looking forward to it."

"Hahaha, then you have something to look forward to. Others can't ask for it. I am happy today. You take advantage of your broken mood and make a good painting of ink bamboo. The ink bamboo that blends with your current state of mind must have a special flavor, which will make this old man look over. addiction."

An Le heard the words, but she never refused, got up and went to the table desk in the house.

There is no dust in the household yard and leisure in the empty room.

Grinding ink and laying paper.

The sound of wind and rain, the sound of writing, the sound is in my ears.

Be still.

……

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outside the courtyard.

Zhao Xianyou drifted over, his fine clothes were stained with spring rain, and the courtyard still had the majestic vitality after Anle's breakthrough, as if the rainwater was about to evaporate.

Zhao Xianyou, with his hands behind his back, shook his head: "It's late, so I can't drink."

"We were chatting about painting inside. I'm really not interested in painting, so I didn't join in the fun."

Zhao Xianyou turned around, his flawless boots stepped on the spring water on the ground, but none of the water touched it, as if everything could hardly stain his innocence and purity.

"What a scenery above the ten realms, I wonder if Brother An can accompany me?"

Zhao Xianyou walked out of the alley slowly, speaking confidently.

Looking back at Qing Leng Yuxiang, he smiled suddenly.

"Brother An is still a bit worse now."

"However, I have expectations."

Zhao Xianyou turned around, the spring rain fell from the top of his head and disappeared soundlessly, and his figure gradually became blurred.

Then there was the sound of chuckling lingering in Qingbo Street.

"The little holy list...it's going to be interesting."

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Give the wine to Cui Wei, and Qingshan Yan will also open.

Outside Lin'an Mansion, there are rolling mountains and shrouded in clouds and mist.

The first mountain of the holy mountain is not as sharp as a sword like the sixth mountain, but more like an old Taoist sitting cross-legged, overlooking the world, watching the world's affairs while talking and laughing.

On the first mountain, there is a thatched cottage.

In the thatched hut, an old man sat with his fingers pinched, and an incense altar was placed in front of him, a stick of incense was lit in it, and the blue mist was faint.

Suddenly, ashes fell from the incense, like a thunderclap, which made the old man wake up from his doze of fishing.

The old man was sleepy, counted his fingers, and yawned.

"Has there been any changes in the Little Saint Ranking?"

"Who's going to climb up?"

The old man flicked his fingers, and a bamboo slip floated down in front of the incense altar.

The incense ash floated up, and two lines of characters gradually appeared on the bamboo slips.

"Wang Qinhe, the little sage, fell nineteen."

"The little sage is safe and happy, and he exercises his body and spirit to reach the three realms, so he enters and reaches the eighteenth."

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