Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 93 Daoguo Rhythm Five Kills

The curling smoke diffuses, with an elegant golden glow.

The ripples that appear are like the waves formed by the stones thrown into the lake, sticking to the water flow and shaking up and down.

It has been a long time since he absorbed the spirit of the golden years, he never thought that he would get a wisp of it in today's fight with Ximen Qiuhua.

An Le was very happy, and felt that this battle was really fruitful.

The more you absorb the time qi, you will find that the appearance of the golden years qi is irregular. Therefore, An Le cherishes every appearance of the golden years qi.

A wisp of golden time energy can be transformed into the fruit of time.

The Dao Fruit of the Years can bring great help to Anle, and the Dao Fruit [Fearless Heart] that self-feeds fresh energy and improves the cultivation level this time is Anle who dares to accumulate invincible power in such a tight time and walk the legendary road One of the confidence.

Because, with fearlessness and fearlessness in his body, the young man has the courage to overcome obstacles all the way, and because he can get feedback on his cultivation, as long as he defeats strong enemies all the way, he will continue to become stronger, and finally stand at the peak, overlooking all mountains and small mountains!

Suppress your excitement.

With a calm mind, he began to observe the scenes of the years that were gradually turbulent in front of him.

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The rain kept falling, and the water droplets flew down into the world, like sharp arrows with handles, shooting down in unison.

It hit the ground and burst open, showing the beauty and clarity of the moment when the epiphyllum is in full bloom.

The young man stood quietly in front of the window, facing the summer torrential rain that hazy the whole world. In front of him was a pair of burnt-tailed pineapple wood guqin, and the strings on the guqin exuded silver brilliance.

He played slowly without knowing the so-called, plucking the strings with his fingers, making a humming sound.

In front of him, there was a piano score, on which was written "Hujia Eighteen Beats", which was specially collected and given to him by the nobleman behind him.

The young man is very grateful to the noble person behind him, because of the appreciation of the other party, he has the opportunity to practice steadily and gradually become stronger, so that his mother and himself can live a good life in Linhua Pavilion.

There is no need to worry about making a living, so that he can study and practice well.

However, the young man has no clue about "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia" because he has never been to a battlefield. He has been in Linhua Pavilion since he was a child.

The sky he saw was the sky he could see outside the window of Linhua Pavilion.

The farthest place he has been to is the Academy of Arts. He only knows a little bit about it. He has never been to the frontier to see iron-blooded soldiers, nor has he seen the brutality and ruthlessness of Hu Man.

Therefore, he couldn't express Hu Jia's emotions, and his mental state was also stuck because of this, unable to break through.

He was very helpless, even though the person behind Linhua Pavilion said that he was talented, he still felt that he had too many shortcomings.

The door opened, and a woman in simple clothes, with a pity between her eyebrows, slowly entered the room. It was Ximen Qiuhua's mother.

Putting down a plate of freshly cut fruits, Ximen Qiuhua had a soft smile on his lips, and his mother sat beside him, watching the rainstorm outside the window with him.

"You have been sitting in front of the window for a long time. Normally, you should be practicing the piano at this time. Have you encountered any doubts?"

The woman said softly.

Ximen Qiuhua didn't want to talk to his mother about things related to cultivation, because his mother was not a practitioner, but after thinking about it, Ximen Qiuhua still opened his mouth and gently told about the difficulties he encountered.

The mother listened quietly, and after a long time, she patted Ximen Qiuhua on the shoulder: "Have you seen the rainstorm outside the window? You regard every drop of rain as being shot by Hu Man, mixed with aggression Arrow."

"Do you still remember the hardships you encountered when you were young? But in the north of the Canglang River, our former homeland, now trampled by the barbarians, there are too many people who have suffered more hardships than you endured when you were young." A hundred times more hardships...you may be able to understand it."

"These are in the form of imagination. After you stay, when you set foot on the frontier fortress and the banks of the Canglang River, you will truly feel the barbarism and horror of Hu Man."

Mother said softly.

"The grand events and prosperity of Lin'an are all in full bloom in the tragic scene of those soldiers on the banks of the Canglang River blocking the barbarian cavalry with their flesh and blood."

Ximen Qiuhua looked at his mother. His mother had studied and was once a lady of the family. However, she encountered a catastrophe and had to enter Linhua Pavilion as a dancer.

His mother taught him to be a man since he was a child. Even if he lives in an environment like Linhua Pavilion, he still has to maintain the character of a scholar, don't go with the crowd, and don't follow the crowd, so that he can almost change his destiny.

The mother left, leaving Ximen Qiuhua who seemed to have realized something.

Ximen Qiuhua looked at the torrential rain in summer, and the raindrops that could not see the trajectory seemed to have turned into arrows in his pupils. They were arrows shot by the Human attacking the city with a bent bow.

A burst of depression came to his mind, and the sound of gold and iron horses seemed to sound in his ears, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. He heard the roar of the soldiers, colliding with the sound of falling arrows.

In the house, the sound of the qin sounded at an unknown time. With the palm of the hand on the qin, the strings were plucked one by one. The sudden sound overwhelmed the sound of the rainstorm.

Following his mother's method, he recalled his hard childhood and empathized with the lives of those people under the barbarian iron ride, who were a hundred times more miserable than his childhood.

There seemed to be a burst of anger slowly rising up. His misery was caused by his birth, but the misery of those people was because of the barbarian cavalry.

The sound of the zither became more and more urgent, as if it had merged with his anger, it could no longer be called playing the zither, with two palms beating, the sound of the zither was like horseshoes, golden daggers, and broken strings.

The ancient garrison was dark and the beacon fire was cold, and the wilderness was heavy and white.

First brush the Shang strings and then the horn feathers, the autumn leaves in the surrounding suburbs are shocked.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, Ximen Qiuhua's mind seemed to be boiling. He closed his eyes and was intoxicated by the sound of the piano.

In Ximen Qiuhua's eyebrows, there is also the condensed soul, at the moment when the soul is completely formed.

It exploded like a torrential rain.

Eighteen consecutive rings blasted eighteen holes in the rain curtain.

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At this point in the picture, it slowly dissipated.

An Le's mind withdrew, and the sound of the chaotic piano playing still remained in her ears, just like the sound of barbarian cavalry trampling.

Temperament is sometimes quite touching and can arouse special emotions. It is the place where emotions are vented and spread.

Ximen Qiuhua's mind-spiritual method is related to the melody. With the comprehension of the melody, his primordial spirit can become stronger and stronger.

Perhaps, Ximen Qiuhua wants to go to the frontier fortress, but also intends to see the real barbarian cavalry, and wants to experience the real scenery beyond the fortress.

In addition to following in the footsteps of his father, it is also to perfect Hujiaqin music, to strengthen the mind, and to explore the way of rhythm.

The night gradually turned white, and the starlight in the sky began to gradually hide its light.

The night will pass, and the twilight dawn will come.

The cool morning breeze blows, stirring the raindrops on the leaves of the old pagoda tree.

An Le opened her eyes, ending the observation of the golden years.

In front of him, a light curtain floated.

[Obtain the Dao Fruit of the Years: Five Kills in the Rhythm]

[Note: Musical Five Kills (Dao Fruit): Gongshangjiao Huiyu, the sound of the Five Kills, with the unique means of blending mind and mind, the power of sound waves, can be used to kill (can be blessed in any obvious carrier that emits sound waves during the battle above)]

A wisp of golden time energy, condensing a time Dao fruit!
Finally, a new Dao Fruit of the Years was born again, the rhythm five kills!

A method of killing with the fusion of mind and rhythm, which can capture people's hearts and souls, and if it is used in battle, it will definitely have unexpected effects!
However, what Anle really cares about is that this rhythm pentakill can be blessed on any sound wave carrier emitted during the battle.

That is to say, if the sound of the sword and the sound of punches and feet breaking through the air in the battle, maybe they can all become the carrier of the rhythm five kills, integrating skills into it, and bursting out unexpected kills!
An Le's eyes brightened, feeling a little joyful.

It's not that he doesn't understand the rhythm. Although he was an art student in his previous life, he also touched the guitar because he was chasing girls. He can play two ditties and knows some strings. .

Now that he has obtained the Dao Fruit of the [Musical Temperament Five Kills], it seems that An Le's memory of musical temperament has been revived again.

An Le's eyes were bright, and his mind moved. The ink pool inserted on the old locust tree behind him shook slightly, and then rushed out, floating in front of An Le.

An Le's palm caressed the blade of the ink pool lightly, and then tapped with his fingers.

"when--"

A clear sword chant suddenly burst out from above the ink pool.

An Le turned his head slightly, and his mind was surging. He felt that all movements of the sword in Mochi slowed down. He could feel the sword trembling slightly when he tapped it.

"palace!"

Between An Le's brows, the primordial spirit sitting on the heart of the sword furnace and the sword embryo seemed to open his mouth to spit out a note.

In an instant, the sound waves vibrating above the ink pool suddenly changed and expanded, like a giant dragon coming out of the abyss, roaring ear-splittingly!
Jian Yin exploded, turning into a shock wave, and hit the old locust tree fiercely.

The trunk of the old locust tree shook suddenly, the bark burst a little, and the locust leaves shook off.

An Le glanced at the old locust tree, and couldn't help pursing the corner of her lower lip.

Power... Unexpectedly powerful.

Of course, this is because his current state of refining gods has stepped into the four realms and condensed the primordial spirit.

The sword energy is close, plus the rhythm five kills...

All of them can form unexpected explosions, catching opponents off guard and revealing flaws.

An Le was very satisfied with this newly harvested Dao fruit.

He sat under the old locust tree, his mind was constantly surging, and he tapped the sword and ink pool from time to time, and then practiced the technique of rhythm five kills.

Gongshangjiao Huiyu, five kinds of sound waves, progressing layer by layer, showing increasingly high-pitched rhythm bursts.

Tongue battle with spring thunder, finger tapping on the sword body, blood rushing, and fist whistling can all be integrated into the melody five kills!

It can be said that the acquisition of the [Musical Penta Kill] Dao Fruit has greatly improved An Le's combat strength!

Of course, today's Anle, after trying it, found that the sound of the five kills that his soul could bear, also exploded to the sound of the word "Jiao", and the "Hui" that went down was quite difficult, and it was not good for the soul to use it forcibly Small burden, but the power is relatively more terrifying.

The sound of the word "Yu" further down, An Le's current soul can't bear it at all, and it can't burst out.

If the cultivation base of Anle breaks through and the primordial spirit is strengthened, it will be able to be mastered naturally.

The sky is bright, and today's sky is covered by evening clouds, without the warm spring sun.

The weather in spring, three days of light rain and three days of sunshine, I think it will be another hazy drizzle today.

An Le consolidated his cultivation in the small courtyard as usual, and visualized the "Sword Waterfall Picture" while practicing the five kills in rhythm.

It seems that there is a new discovery that both of them can actually strengthen the primordial spirit, and the visualization under the blending can even improve the mind quite significantly.

Of course, while exercising his mind and spirit, An Le never forgot the practice of physical exercise, and even incorporated five kills in music to exercise his body.

The precious jade of the origin of the thousand-year-old snake demon at the waist releases the pure demon energy, which diffuses into the body, Anle performs the tiger pose, pushes the blood, and explodes under the skin membrane, as if layers of blood mist are diffused, forming faint The vision of the ancient demon tiger, combined with the sound of the word "jiao" in the melody of five kills, the impact that erupted, as if the ancient demon tiger really came to reality!
Vaguely, An Le's understanding of the ancient monsters and five birds seemed to be improved, and his inner alchemy surged, as if he wanted to integrate the visions of the ancient monsters and five birds into it to form a mysterious meaning.

An Le couldn't help being stunned, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly had a way to the cultivation of the fourth level of body forging to understand the mystery, as if he opened the door and suddenly saw the light.

Melting the vision of the ancient demon to form the mysterious meaning of martial arts!

The drizzle fell from a height of ten thousand feet, and fell into the small courtyard of Taimiao Lane, but evaporated in the blood of the young man.

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The color of the grass is drizzle and wet, and the blooming branches are tempted by the spring breeze.

A carriage parked quietly outside Lin'an Mansion, and the drizzle was drizzled between the sky and the earth.

Qin Qianqiu sat in the carriage, raised his hand to lift the curtain, and looked at the official road in the distance.

Indistinctly, a figure could be seen walking slowly on the official road.

It was a monk, wearing a navy blue and dirty robe, with a string of brown Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, each of which was engraved with a Sanskrit word, wearing a bamboo hat, tall and big, with a burly body, he put the old and dirty The monk's robe is propped up.

Carrying a burning iron rod on the back, there are strange beast patterns on the rod.

Stepping on a pair of muddy and dirty black and white checkered cloth shoes, he walked slowly, like an ascetic.

Qin Qianqiu's eyes lit up immediately, this person was the one he was most optimistic about among the many demon-subduing masters he invited, one of the apprentices of the Holy Monk Crossing the Sea in Lianhua Temple, Monk Fakong.

Even though Qin Qianqiu's mind was chopped off by An Le's awe-inspiring sword energy and fell to his fetal breath, he could still feel the pressure on the monk.

The terrifying murderous intent is almost condensed into substance, as if there are countless demon souls screaming desolately.

"It's no wonder that Lin'an Prefecture Yi personally ordered him to keep him out of the mansion. Such murderous intent will definitely cause riots once he enters the city. However, he has to be this fierce to have a chance to abolish An Le!"

Qin Qianqiu clapped his hands and smiled, his eyes were full of strange colors.

Although he doesn't like demon subduing masters, because the identity of demon subduing masters is not on the table, most of them are practitioners in the rivers and lakes who are licking blood with the tip of their knives and wandering on the verge of death.

But Monk Fakong is different. He learned from the Holy Monk Crossing the Sea of ​​Lianhua Temple, which is enough for him to pay attention to.

The Saint Monk Crossing the Sea is a practitioner who has suppressed a thousand-year-old monster in Lin'an Mansion.

The monk came on foot in the slanting wind and drizzle. As he approached the chariot, his murderous intent became more and more intense, but Qin Qianqiu held back the murderous intent and showed a smile. He invited Monk Fakong to board the chariot.

Entering the chariot, he even made tea for Monk Fakong himself.

"One thousand Yuan Lingtong treasures, three demon spirit pills, destroy this son."

Inside the chariot, the charcoal stove was boiling. Qin Qianqiu pushed the brewed tea in front of the monk. Monk Fakong clasped his palms together. After thanking Qin Qianqiu, he picked up the teacup and drank it.

"West Lake Longjing tea is bitter before sweet, good tea."

Monk Fakong laughed.

"Benefactor Qin, do you think that An Le really has a demonic aura around her?"

Monk Fakong didn't talk about the thousand pieces of Yuanling Tongbao and Yaoling Pill, but asked about Anle.

Qin Qianqiu nodded: "The small courtyard rented by this son has a banshee hidden in it. Later, the banshee left. From then on, this son has a demonic aura on him. After watching the martial arts stone in the Wu Temple, it is even more so. I have realized the ancient demons and five birds, and now the demonic aura is even stronger."

"How about the specific evil spirit, the master will go and have a look."

"This son is now in Lin'an. He is extremely arrogant. He wants to cultivate invincible power and fight against many geniuses in Lin'an. Master Fakong learned from Lianhua Temple's sea-crossing holy monk. He is also a descendant of a famous family. It just broke his spirit."

"Even if you can't kill him, defeating him and abolishing his invincibility will be great."

Qin Qianqiu said seriously.

In fact, he didn't think Monk Fakong could kill Anle. With the help of Hua Jiebing, Li Youan, and the mysterious old uncle mentioned by Prime Minister Qin, Anle might not be killed.

However, as long as An Le wins in a fair challenge, An Le's invincibility will naturally be abolished.

It's not guaranteed, An Le will also be like Na Luo Qingchen, causing a tofu Taoist heart and becoming a joke in Lin'an.

"Amitabha, for those who are haunted by evil spirits, the poor monk must follow the teachings of the master to save him."

"Benefactor Qin, the poor monk has accepted this task."

"One thousand Yuan Lingtong Treasures and three Demon Spirit Pills, don't forget the benefactor."

Monk Fakong laughed.

Qin Qianqiu squinted his eyes and took a sip of tea: "As long as you win, these are not problems, and Qin Xiangfu will treat you as a guest of honor."

"Although the little monk has not set foot in the five realms of meditation, he can still be in the top ten of the little saint list in terms of strength. This son's cultivation is only in the third realm, and he has just entered the fourth realm of cultivation, so he dares to take the road of invincibility. A bit arrogant."

Monk Fakong clasped his hands together and said, "My little monk is willing to pour out his arrogance for him, and be humble before the Buddha."

When Qin Qianqiu heard the words, he immediately burst into laughter, with endless expectations in his heart.

A leaf picked up by the spring breeze floated over, landed on the wheel hub of the chariot, and was crushed to pieces. The chariot turned around and entered Lin'an Mansion. The horseshoes ticked and slowly drove towards Qingbo Street.

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The drizzle was drizzling, and the evening clouds were heavy.

Anle finished the research and integration of the rhythm five kills, and Jianputu added the rhythm five kills. With the increase of the ancient wizard Daoguo, Anle's mind has been significantly improved.

Body forging cultivation is also in the inner alchemy, there are some mysteries indistinctly, at least knowing where the door is, the breakthrough will be very fast.

Changed into a clean white dress, Anle let loose her hair, held up an oil-paper umbrella, hooked it with her fingers, and the green hills and ink pools were swept away, and she held a book at her waist. and go.

Clouds are green and eager to rain, and the water is smoky.

The West Lake in the rain has a special scene. Anle just went to enjoy the rain scene of the West Lake, relax the mind and body that are tense with the rhythm of Wusha Rongjian Waterfall, and relax the body and mind.

Stepping on the bluestone road soaked by rain, just stepped on the white jade steps, a spring breeze from the lake blows with tone.

The corners of An Le's lips curled up involuntarily, and she closed her eyes, feeling the comfort and tranquility that relaxes the soul in the spring breeze and drizzle.

Suddenly, there was the sound of wheels grinding bluestone.

An Le slowly opened her eyes, and turned her head to look at the luxurious chariot slowly approaching on the White Jade Causeway.

At this moment, the Yaoyuan jade pendant of the thousand-year-old snake demon on his waist trembled slightly, as if roaring with anger.

The spring rain seems to stop suddenly.

An Le looked at the chariot that was getting closer and closer from the end of the long embankment of the West Lake through the branches of willows.

Watch the murderous aura gushing out of the chariot that seems to overflow the lake.

His eyes gradually cooled down.

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