Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 70 Watching the Taimiao Old Man Fight the Yuan Emperor

At dusk, the north wind blows the rain away, and the thin peaks come out of the clouds.

The first mountain, thatched cottage.

The incense sticks were burned, and the green smoke curled up.

The chilly spring rain was flying outside the house, but it couldn't erode the warmth inside the hut. The old man sitting in front of the incense burner lazily yawned and stretched himself.

"An Le... Isn't this the boy who the sixth child admired very much and gave him an ink pool from the red dust sword box?"

"Not long after Fang entered the list of minor saints, he was still in the double-two realm a few days ago, and now he has entered the double-third realm... No wonder this talent has actively attracted the change of the minor saint list."

The old man picked up the bamboo slips made of incense and ashes into words, and walked to the eaves of the thatched hut, outside there were dripping raindrops, like a bead curtain snare.

Blowing on the bamboo slips, the incense ash was gone, but there were real words under the bamboo slips.

As if engraved on the bamboo slips, time can hardly erase its traces.

The old man chuckled, and the bamboo slip in his hand actually floated up, and slowly floated out of the hut, accompanied by a resounding cry of a crane.

The bamboo slip turned into a white crane. The white crane flapped its wings, broke through the spring rain and mountain fog, and flew towards the world.

The list of little sages changes, so it must be spread throughout the world.

Those who cause changes in the list will become famous.

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The lights are bright, the spring rain is gradually subsiding, and the night sky seems to have stars appearing.

In the middle and small courtyard of Taimiao Lane.

Through the ordinary latticed wooden window, one can see a young man painting on the table.

The young man's eyes are bright, his spirit is high, and the brush strokes are written on the scroll. The black bamboo on it bursts out with a proud posture, full of vigor and vitality, as if growing proudly facing the sun.

On a spring rainy night, painting sunny bamboos doesn't seem out of harmony at all.

Zhao Huangting, an old man from the Taimiao Temple, stood on the side, holding a candle lamp, admiring the paintings, with a comfortable smile on his lips.

The painter's state of mind can most affect the style of the painting. Painting is the process of capturing inspiration. If you are in a happy mood and have clear ideas, the paintings you make will naturally be full of vigor.

An Le is immersed in the painting, lingering in his mind, the sword furnace in the Niwan Palace trembles slightly, and the sword energy clangs, seeming to spread out and merge into the pen and ink infiltrated by the wolf hair.

When the last stroke is made, the scrolls seem to bloom with the warm spring sun, vigorous and vigorous, and the simple houses seem to bloom with a different kind of brilliance.

"it is good!"

Zhao Huangting held the lamp and praised, the admiration in his eyes became more intense.

"This painting is full of your mind and spirit. It is so full of vigor that it almost comes out of the paper. It can be included in the treasure map of the seventh-rank god refining! Even in the treasure map of the seventh-rank god refining, it is quite precious!"

The old man made no secret of his praise.

After all, this painting incorporates the self-confidence and blazing state of mind of a young man who has just broken through, and is vigorous and upward, and the viewer will be positively affected by it.

An Le smiled, and picked up a pen to sign the habit: "Today, I broke through the situation and my mind was cheerful. An old friend invited me to draw ink and bamboo. In fact, the bamboo in my heart is not the bamboo in my eyes. Therefore, it is another style to grind ink, show paper and brush. The bamboo in your hand is not the bamboo in your heart..."

Finally, write the words "Banqiao Bamboo".

Take the demon-quenching gem and seal it.

The brilliance of the mind flashed across the picture scroll, a picture of Qingzhu, containing the meaning of refining the gods.

After An Le finished painting, he walked to the window to breathe in the fresh air, while the old man looked at the painting carefully with a lamp in his hand, and the affection on his face was beyond words.

After finishing a painting, An Le felt that the excitement and impetuousness after the breakthrough gradually calmed down.

There is indeed some truth in painting and cultivating one's character.

An Le turned around and looked at the old man of Taimiao who was appreciating the paintings carefully.

Suddenly, with a flick of his mind, the [Year Qi] column on the light curtain began to pulsate slightly.

On the old man's body, the dense air of time swayed slightly, and vaguely, there seemed to be a ray of time air that was about to escape from the old man's body.

After several times of back and forth, the years were shaken and pulled away by An Le.

An Le felt joy in her heart.

After breaking through the three realms of cultivation, he was finally able to mobilize the old man's spirit of time. Although it was only a wisp, it was... of extraordinary significance.

All of a sudden, that wisp of age burst out a touch of gold, which turned into a golden incense stick in front of his eyes, smoldering and burning.

An Le was slightly taken aback, glanced at the old man who was admiring the painting with great interest, thought for a moment, and chose to observe the years.

The spring breeze, spring rain and spring night in front of me are like blue waves and ripples.

The long-lost golden years are as picturesque as curls like green smoke, slowly appearing in front of your eyes.

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Foolish clouds pile up, the sky is like ink, and the snow waves are rushing to make the river brighter!
The huge river is like an ancestral dragon surging on the ground, every wave is covered with scales on its body, and the roar is like the roar of an angry dragon.

This is the Canglang River, the most dangerous place in the world, separating the north and the south, turning it into a natural moat, the biggest reliance of the Great Zhao when it moved south.

It is separated by a river, separated from the glorious years of Dazhao, and has also brought 500 years of dream-like prosperity to Dazhao!
In the north of the Canglang River, the earth was in turmoil, thousands of troops galloped, and the dust was swept in like a storm.

On the Canglang River, one after another extremely luxurious giant wooden building boats braved the wind and waves, crashed into the river, and crossed mightily.

The flag of the Great Zhao Dynasty was on the wooden building boat, soaked in misty water vapor, it seemed to be a little bit less rigid.

Civil and military officials, literati sons, royal relatives and nobles...all stand on the building boat. Around the building boat, there is a huge monster dragon figure surging in the river.

An Le knew what the scene in front of him was.

500 years ago, when the Great Zhao moved to the south, how many people have long forgotten it, but now, An Le is watching this scene again in the spirit of time.

The boats of Huangmulou broke through the river, and on the floor, there were various forms.

There are armored officers and soldiers holding spears full of unwillingness and sadness, civil and military officials kneel down on wooden boats and cry blood, facing the Jiangbei land, and military generals roar and shatter the river.

The weather is fierce, the spirit is angry, and the wilderness is abandoned!
On the Huangmulou boat, the wishes of the generals could not be fulfilled, and they could only be filled with unwillingness.

Unwilling emotions, such as hurricanes intertwined.

In the sky above the river, black clouds cover the blemishes, and thunder suddenly appears behind the clouds, bringing a choking depression.

There are strong men walking behind the cloud to confront each other, the mind and blood of the peerless strong collide, and the world changes color.

An Le's line of sight seemed to break through layers of clouds and go straight up to the sky ninety times, and behind the sea of ​​clouds there were also strong people confronting each other.

It was a strong man who gave up his life so that Da Zhao could retreat across the Canglang River safely.

In the north of the Canglang River, a terrifying chariot was torn down by nine armored demon horses and rolled over.

On the chariot, a burly figure stood, wearing a golden mask and golden armor, just standing there, like a supreme god, rushing into the sky like a pillar of tyrannical energy and blood, intending to smash into the blue sky!
Cold, arrogant, and domineering eyes swept from under the golden mask, showing disdain for Da Zhao Nanqian.

Emperor Yuanmeng!

An Le just took a look and knew who this person was!
The most powerful man in the world, the Emperor Yuanmeng who bent his bow and dared to shoot immortals!
Even if he only peeped through the air of time, An Le could still feel the strength of the other party. The power of the strongest man in the world is indeed extraordinary.

Suddenly, Emperor Yuanmeng, who was standing in a chariot, fetched a bent bow, and when the bow was drawn to the full moon, he shot an arrow like a shooting star.

The arrow broke the Canglang, trying to shoot across the river to explode the boat moving south.

A sword light came.

There was a heroic laugh between heaven and earth.

On the battlefield of fighting in the boundless land, amid the heavy armor, there is a figure in Chinese clothes, holding a broken bamboo sword, blocking the arrows, and rushing forward all the way, invincible, where the sword aura comes, it breaks mountains and cracks rocks!
Even the heavy armor of Yuanmeng cavalry is hard to resist!

An Le's eyes were instantly attracted, staring at the man dressed in Chinese clothes and the figure of a man with unrestrained appearance.

This year, some people are proud to go to the sky!
This year, there was a person whose head was covered with blue hair and had never been stained with frost, and the ambition of Qingyun was still in his eyes.

This year, someone picked up a broken bamboo sword and dared to kill the number one Emperor Yuanmeng in the world!
"Zhao Huangting came here holding the green hill, please let Emperor Yuan see if the green hill is heavy!"

The man smiled and slashed three swords at Emperor Yuanmeng.

Emperor Yuan Meng rushed into the sky, sword qi collided with qi and blood, and the sea of ​​clouds was vaguely torn apart!

After the Three Swords.

Zhao Huangting's mouth was bleeding, and he fell into the sea of ​​clouds with a bamboo sword in his hand.

The man fell back onto the Canglang River, leaned on his sword and stood on top of the Huangmulou boat, broke through the river and shouted to the sky.

"Emperor Yuan, today is not refreshing enough."

"When Da Zhao's army goes north, I will hold the green hill and come back!"

In the sea of ​​clouds, Emperor Yuanmeng in golden armor did not chase after him, but just stepped on the clouds and watched faintly.

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At this point, the picture began to fade away quietly.

An Le's heart was so shocked that it was difficult to calm down for a long time. She looked at the bamboo sword and the green mountain on her waist, and then at the old man who was holding a lamp and watching the painting, with mixed feelings in her heart.

This is the real golden age. It turns out that this humble old man once fought against No. [-] in the world.

The ancient pride and soaring arrogance made An Le's mood fluctuate.

In front of my eyes, small blue characters slowly appeared.

[Obtain the Dao Fruit of the Years: Proud Qi Yin]

[Note: Proud Qi Yin (Dao Fruit): Attract a lot of heroic spirit in the world, dare to let ordinary people kill ghosts and gods, consume heroic spirit to bless your body, and you can get special combat power blessing]

A wisp of golden time energy condenses into a fruit of the Dao of Time.

An Le was very happy. After careful study, An Le found that this fruit [Hero Qi Yin] was somewhat similar to [Fearless Heart], and neither of them could bless the energy of time.

Indistinctly, the heroic energy in Daoguo's "Heroic Induction" overflowed, washing Anle's mind and soul. In addition, Anle had a feeling that if he wanted to, he could vent all of the "Heroic Energy Induction" and get great blessings .

However, once it is operated like that, maybe the Dao Fruit of [Hero Qi Yin] will wither, or even disappear.

Daoguo's overflowing heroism seems to be quietly blending into An Le's spirit.

The green mountain at the waist trembled slightly, as if emitting a clear sword cry.

Beside the table, the old man holding a lamp and immersed in watching the painting suddenly turned his head to look at the young man standing in front of the window.

The spring rain was blowing along with the spring wind, lifting up the green hills on the boy's body, the sword chant was lingering, and there was a faint sense of pride emanating from the boy's body.

The old man couldn't help being in a trance for a while.

It was as if at this moment, the boy saw himself in his youth.

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Buildings with white walls and black tiles are dotted among the foothills.

A white crane broke through the spring rain and came flapping its wings. Countless teachers of the Academy of Arts expressed surprise and dismay.

As teachers of the Academy of Arts, they naturally knew what Bai He's appearance meant.

The list of little saints changes, and the white crane is the proof!

When the white crane fell into the Academy of Arts, it turned into a bamboo slip, which was obtained by the third master sitting alone in the thatched cottage.

"Ok?"

There was a hint of astonishment in the old eyes of the third master.

"The list of minor sages has changed before there is a challenge... It's quite rare for many years."

The third master murmured, and then he called people in, copied the new Xiaosheng list, and published it.

This night, Lin'an is still young.

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Qin Xiangfu.

Among the pools and pavilions, the scenery remains the same.

The spring rain dripping and beating on the black tiles of Xianting Pavilion is quite crisp like pearls and jade falling on a plate.

The charcoal stove is burning hot water, and a piece of tea leaves is rolling up and down in the stove, exuding a strong tea fragrance.

Wang Qinhe carried the Dragon's Back Knife on his waist, squinted his eyes, tasted the best West Lake Longjing, and drank tea and talked with the spring rain, which made him feel relaxed and happy.

Qin Qianqiu was sitting opposite, washing and making tea.

Suddenly, a scholar in Confucian shirt came from a distance with an oil-paper umbrella, whispered a few words in Qin Qianqiu's ear, and brought a yellow book.

Qin Qianqiu frowned suddenly, thought for a while, and handed the yellow book to Wang Qinhe who was drinking tea comfortably.

Wang Qinhe froze for a moment, then took over the yellow book which recorded the ranking of the Little Saints and flipped through it.

When he read to the end, a look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

Didn't do anything... Why is he at the bottom of the little saint list again? !

After a long time, the vision in the pupils gradually solidified, sharp as a knife.

It is true that there will be changes in the list of minor saints, but this kind of situation where the other party's ranking is lowered just because he breaks the border... is really a bit humiliating.

Although it is not without precedent, he is really unwilling!
After a long silence, Wang Qinhe got up slowly, put his palm on the handle of the Dragon's Back Saber, walked out of the pavilion step by step, and stepped into the spring rain.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the endless spring rain is falling, and it is smashed to pieces.

"Brother Wang?" Qin Qianqiu got up and couldn't help asking.

Step by step, Wang Qinhe's momentum gradually increased.

"Inexplicably at the bottom, naturally I want to challenge."

"I am dissatisfied, and my mind is hard to calm down."

"Let's see, this young man has just entered the third realm, how can he overwhelm me?!"

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