Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 98 Dialogue with the Land of the Saints, the Teenager Draws the Future with the Primordial Spirit 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

In three steps, he crossed from the imperial city to the top of the tower of Lin'an Mansion. The majestic aura and murderous intent smashed every drop of spring rain that fell in the misty and twilight clouds.

Qin Lishi was dressed in a red official robe, with his hands behind his back, hanging above the tower of Lin'an Prefecture City, blocking An Le who was stepping on the ink pool, and Li You'an who was crossing the sky.

Qin Lishi was able to sit on the position of the prime minister of the dynasty. He was naturally not a weak scholar. He also had a good cultivation base. Without cultivation, one cannot be a high-ranking official.

Even if one is listed as a Jinshi in the Second List, the highest achievement in this life may be at the level of the eighth or ninth rank. If one wants to become a seventh-rank official, even if one is an idle official of the seventh rank, it will be difficult to secure a stable position without cultivation.

Therefore, Qin Lishi can ascend to the position of prime minister, and naturally he is not an ordinary person who cannot practice.

When Qin Lishi came from the imperial city in three steps and blocked his way, the auras of the powerful people from all sides in the Lin'an mansion also became turbulent at this moment.

Wave after wave of primordial power swept over, wanting to investigate the situation this time.

Although Qin Xiang has a very high official position in Lin'an Mansion, it only represents a force in Lin'an Mansion. Some of the Dukes, Shangzhu Kingdom and other forces are actually not weaker than Qin Lishi, and most of them are Each station has its own camp.

The three neutral martial arts families like the Lin family, the Ye family and the Zhong family are relatively rare, and most of them will choose their trusted and optimistic princes.

Now that the Great Zhao has moved south for [-] years, the time limit for the person who sits high in the Tianxuan Palace will also be approaching, which means that the change of imperial power is imminent, and it is inevitable for each to choose a position at this time.

If you choose the right one, the family can continue its glory for hundreds of years, but if you choose the wrong one, it will only decline.

This is the normal state in the court, every dignitary is a bargaining chip for the prince to aspire to the imperial power.

Qin Xiang stood in line with the eldest prince, so some powerful men under the prince's command who were fighting against the eldest prince would release their primordial spirits to investigate and weigh the situation.

Gradually, the spring rain is dense, and the evening clouds are low.

An Le stood on top of the ink pool, watching Qin Xiang, who was approaching across the three steps and blocking his way, a dignified expression appeared on his face.

Lily in white, the green hill around her waist trembled slightly, Anle raised her palm to cover the green hill.

This was the first time Anle saw Prime Minister Qin Lishi, a thin old man, with a sense of sadness intertwined and pervasive, and his murderous intent caused the spring rain to burst.

Qin Xiang's cultivation is absolutely extremely strong, and An Le feels the great pressure, like a towering mountain, rolling down, he is definitely a high-level god-cultivator.

This mental oppression, before approaching An Le, was blocked by a ray of star-like sword energy, and he could no longer approach An Le at all.

"Qin Xiang, after all, he is a master of refining gods. It is shameless to bully a little guy who has just gathered his soul."

Li Youan said lightly.

"General You'an, this man killed my beloved son, how can I have a good face towards him? Is it possible that I have to lick my face and smile? As the prime minister of the current dynasty, I can't be so humble?" Qin Lishi Glancing at Li Youan, the coldness in his eyes was intense.

Qin Lishi had never been so angry. When his eldest son died, although he was sad and angry, he could still restrain himself, but he took revenge on the Lin family after the incident.

But this time, Qin Qianqiu's death... was like a slash at his heart, which made him feel so much pain that his soul was being torn apart.

He invested more emotion in Qin Qianqiu than his eldest son.

"General Li You'an, if you want to leave, I will not stop you, but this son has to stay, kill my heir, you have to save one life to appease the old man's anger."

Qin Xiangdao, in his capacity, said such words that almost disregarded his face, which is enough to show that there is a real strong murderous intent.

In fact, Qin Lishi was also very angry. He had told Qin Qianqiu a long time ago that An Le is no longer a nobodies with no background. He has Zhao Huangting behind him, and Zhao Huangting alone is troublesome enough.

A peerless strong man who is about to die, his time is running out, and he can act more recklessly and domineeringly. At this time, provoking An Le, provoking Zhao Huangting will only cause a commotion.

Be patient, wait, wait until Zhao Huangting dies, when Li Youan leaves Lin'an and returns to the bank of the Canglang River, then Anle will lose her biggest backer, and with the power of Prime Minister Qin's family, she will naturally be able to squeeze her easily.

But... Qin Qianqiu couldn't hold back, and actually shot An Le again, arousing An Le's stubborn killing intent, and was killed on the Wanghu Tower.

In the Lin'an mansion, one after another air machine rose into the sky.

Zhao Huangting held a bamboo stick, Mrs. Hua was surrounded by swordsmanship, and Lin Siye was watching from a distance with a blood-dripping hatchet.

There is also Di Zang, the leader of the Wu Temple, holding Zhao Zu's dragon-slaying knife, with awe-inspiring aura.

Qin Xiang's eyes became more and more cold and stern. Unknowingly, there was such a large force behind the ordinary young man.

An Le stepped on the ink pond, the breeze fluttered on his body, his mind was full, and his sword was suspended in the air.

Looking at the majestic Qin Xiang, he thought for a while and asked, "Has Qin Xiang ever read my last question about the Northern Expedition?"

"Qin Prime Minister obviously does not agree with my point of view. He thinks that it is not easy for Dazhao to have the prosperity and prosperity it is today, so we have to endure, endure the Yuanmeng Empire's repeated violations of the border, and endure the Yuanmeng Empire's trampling and raging on the old land of China. .”

An Le's white clothes are light, and the spring breeze blows her wide sleeves, making her look a little bit like a banished fairy.

"Forbearance is the idea that Prime Minister Qin has always insisted on."

Qin Lishi looked at the young man in white with cold eyes, and said lightly: "The Canglang River is a natural moat, so I will protect my Great Zhao. Once we cross the river and fight, the Great Zhao army may not be able to defeat the Yuanmeng iron cavalry. Once it is breached On the defense line, the Yuan and Mongolian armies crossed the river and headed south, the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles will once again rise up everywhere, the lives of the people will be ruined, and the prosperity of 500 years will be like a dream shattered!"

"This is my proposition. In today's world, I, Zhao Fei, are the strongest. With Xiliang coveting, and the Dali State Teacher in charge of the new government, once the Northern Expedition fails, the price will be unimaginable. It is correct."

An Le smiled and said: "Since Qin Lian can easily bear the hatred of the country like Qin Lian, why can't he bear the hatred of this moment? The test before the palace is coming soon. If I fail to reach the top three, there will naturally be Da Zhao's law to suppress me. At that time, Prime Minister Qin If you want to deal with me again, naturally there is no need to go to war like this."

Madness!

Qin Lishi's eyes were fixed, staring at the white-clothed Shengxue, but condensed the invincible young man like a white python.

He also heard the meaning in the boy's words.

Sticking to the south and fighting against the river, he is mainly on the safe side. Qin Lishi never felt that he was wrong. As the prime minister, once he made the decision to make the northern expedition, if the northern expedition failed, what he had to bear was Infamy through the ages.

He Qin Lishi didn't want to gamble, and the civil and military officials behind him who supported him also didn't want to give up the ecstasy and prosperity of Lin'an to gamble with him.

At least, during his time as prime minister, he will not gamble, and there is no need to gamble.

Qin Lishi also understood another meaning in An Le's words.

The young man is very confident, he is confident that he will be among the top three in the front of the hall, but today's words do not leave any retreat for himself.

Once they fail, they will be under the pressure of Da Zhao's laws, and the youngsters who will fall into the Zhao Prison of Dali Temple will naturally have no strength to struggle.

And this is the path chosen by the young man himself. He gave up the help of external forces and gambled on his self-confidence.

He is indeed a young man who dared to walk the legendary road of Li Youan's invincible power.

Even Qin Lishi appreciates the courage of the young man to some extent at this moment, but appreciation is appreciation, and the hatred of killing his son will not disappear just like that.

Qin Lishi looked at An Le coldly, all the killing intent in his eyes receded.

His figure floated down and landed on the city tower, the red official robe fluttering in the falling spring wind and rain.

"Since this is the case, I will ask someone to tidy up a cell in the Zhao Prison of Dali Temple in advance as a burial place for you."

Qin Lishi said.

As soon as the words came out, it meant that he endured it.

If he doesn't kill An Le today, he doesn't need to fight with Li You'an, Zhao Huangting, Hua Jiebing and others. It will be of no benefit to him to set off a storm in Lin'an, and it will even damage too many strong people.

However, he will definitely let An Le fail to reach the top three in the pre-court test.

Confident teenagers will eventually die under their own self-confidence.

Qin Lishi knew very well that Anle's background and trump cards were nothing but a temporary illusion.

Li You'an and Di Zang will leave Lin'an for the Canglang River after all, Zhao Huangting will eventually perish, Hua Jiebing and Lin Fu...weakness is inevitable.

The supporters behind the boy will wither like autumn flowers one by one, and finally the boy will be left naked.

At that time, it was easy for him, Qin Lishi, to kill the young man.

As the young man said, he can bear the national enmity, why can't he bear this kind of enmity?

Qin Lishi slowly closed his eyes as he stared at the young man in white who Yujian passed over Lin'an Mansion and came out of the city with icy eyes.

Li You'an looked at Qin Lishi who had closed his eyes, and then at An Le who was leaving the city with his sword, and suddenly chuckled.

In this way, An Le really pushed himself to a dead end, but once he walks out of this dead road, the boy's future...maybe incomparably bright and splendid.

Li Youan floated out of the city.

Qin Lishi still closed his eyes.

In the sky above Lin'an Mansion, Zhao Huangting, an old man from Taimiao, couldn't help but sneered: "It's so boring, I thought you, Qin Lishi, would fight desperately because of the death of your son. , as expected of a Qin Lishi, he really can bear it."

"It's not fun at all."

"Sometimes, forbearance means giving up opportunities."

"It's the same with the Yuanmeng Empire, and it's the same with An Le."

Throwing down a meaningful sentence, Zhao Huangting held the bamboo stick and fell back into the city. He knew where Li Youan took Anle to, so he didn't follow.

Li Youan was able to take An Le to that place, so he was very optimistic about this kid, so he didn't want to join in the fun.

Wu Kui Di Zang's body was billowing with qi and blood, like a blood-colored dragon spreading all over his body. He stared at Qin Lishi, the most powerful minister who hindered the Northern Expedition, with closed eyes on the tower.

He moved his eyes away and landed on the back of An Le who was leaving. Perhaps, An Le would tell Qin Lishi that he would end up being patient.

Hua Jiebing and Lin Siye had nothing to say to Qin Lishi, Lin's mansion and Qin Xiang's mansion were incompatible.

A storm that filled the entire Lin'an Mansion did not completely break out.

However, everyone knows that the real storm will completely erupt during the test in front of the palace.

On the tower, Qin Lishi slowly opened his eyes.

The icy spring rain brought it to his face, and his eyes were full of indifference.

There were many primordial spirits scanning the void, but Qin Lishi ignored them. He was wearing a bright red official robe, facing the entire Lin'an Mansion, and spit out the word.

"Release!"

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Anle galloped with the sword, and the spring rain slapped on the face, bringing refreshment that shocked the spirit.

During the conversation with Qin Xiang, An Le had his own considerations. Although he said he was driven to a dead end, he was already walking on a dead end with his invincible power.

Once the invincibility is broken, it is equivalent to the blown balloon being burst, and the great expectation of looking forward to the future is lost.

That being the case, why not put more pressure on yourself?
Maybe the huge pressure will become more and more energy to blow up the balloon?
Li You'an floated over, and took a deep look at An Le, with admiration and emotion in his eyes.

"You are betting on your own spirit and pride. Once you fail in the court test, I will not save you, and Zhao Huangting will not save you, because this is your own choice."

Li Youan said.

"The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Maybe, my sword will become sharper the more it is sharpened?"

Anle smiled.

Li You'an couldn't help but chuckled: "You are really like me when I was young. You have a spirit. The gentle town of Lin'an is really not suitable for you. You should come to the Canglang River battlefield... Only here can you endure the real temper."

"Qin Lishi was afraid that once we crossed the river, we would not be able to defeat the Yuanmeng cavalry, but he really underestimated our army by the Canglang River and the generals of Da Zhao. The Yuanmeng army was too late to attack the Canglang River, but Not because the Canglang River is a natural moat, but because of the bravery and strength of the generals of the Great Zhao."

"These officials sitting in the temple can only judge according to their own thoughts. They have never left Ruanrou Township and went to the front line to have a look. They don't know how great the generals of Zhao were who stopped the Yuanmeng army by the Canglang River. bravery."

"Our General Zhao is not weak, but the temple lacks the courage to cross the river."

"In front of the hall, your biggest opponent is Ye Wenxi. Although she is not ranked as good as Qin Huaan in the list of minor saints, Qin Huaan will definitely lose against Ye Wenxi."

"Ye Wenxi is the granddaughter of Ye Longsheng. She grew up on the Canglang River battlefield and crawled among the dead. Her reputation is not bad in the Canglang River battlefield and among the Yuanmeng army. Qin Huaan, Sima Pudu and Qilin from the Wang family... the geniuses who grew up in the gentle town of Lin'an are very rubbish."

"That's why the Canglang River battlefield is the best place to train people."

Li You'an looked at An Le and said.

Hearing this, An Le couldn't help chuckling, he knew that Ye Wenxi, a graceful girl, had such a ferocious face hidden under her surface, she was a ruthless character who had killed many lives.

"The Canglang River battlefield?"

An Le's eyes couldn't help showing a touch of yearning.

A strong man honed on the battlefield is a real strong man.

Li You'an galloped ahead with his hands behind his back, Anle Yujian was behind him, this time he could relax and freely feel the chic and freedom brought by Yujian.

The two flew for a long time, crossing one mountain after another that was hazy and smoky in the spring rain.

The twelve highest peaks of the peaks are blue, misty, bright and emerald.

A green and hazy mountain peak gradually became clear under his feet, and Li You'an floated between the mountains with peace of mind.

Lush and lush, there are many mountains and mountains, there are waterfalls to vent, accompanied by thunderous thunder.

The mountain road is muddy, few people come, dead leaves and new leaves are all over the ground, the air carries the unique freshness of the deep forest and the sour smell of fruits that have been fermented throughout autumn and winter.

Li You'an stepped on the mud and walked forward without any cultivation. With his hands behind his back, there was a bit of aftertaste in his eyes.

An Le put the ink pool and the green mountain away from his waist, and quietly followed behind without any complaints.

The mud under his feet stained his white clothes and boots, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the two of them walked forward in the mountains.

After a while, we reached the top of the mountain.

A welcoming pine grows among the rugged rocks on the edge of the cliff, surrounded by misty mountains and fog, and it is actually a large flat.

On the side is a huge cliff, as if cut out by a sword.

The gurgling sound of running water lingers in the mountains, giving it a quiet feeling.

"Are you curious, what am I bringing you here for?"

Li Youan put on a Confucian shirt, looked at An Le, and said with a smile.

An Le was indeed wondering where this place was, and had no answer in his mind.

Walking to the cliff, Li Youan looked at the mirror-like cliff, raised his finger and said to Anle: "Come and see this cliff, can you see anything on the cliff?"

When An Le heard this, his heart skipped a beat. A legendary figure like Li You'an brought him here, so naturally he would not just enjoy the scenery of the deep mountains alone, but must have his own thoughts and thoughts.

Then the line of sight fell on the cliff, but I saw that the cliff was as smooth as a mirror, and it was difficult for the spring rain to stain it, as if the surface of a tile was polished by a tool in a previous life.

Taking a closer look, An Le didn't see anything, so she couldn't help shaking her head: "I didn't see anything."

Li Youan narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly: "Do you know where this place is?"

An Le still shook her head.

Li You'an stood under the welcoming pine, with his back to An Le, and the Confucian shirt on his body was rattling.

"This nameless mountain is the place I chose to talk to the holy master after I became the number one scholar and topped the list of minor saints."

"I have talked with the holy master about this."

"Originally, if I became the owner of the seventh mountain, I would choose this mountain as the seventh mountain. Unfortunately, since I have not been the owner of the seventh mountain, no one cares about this mountain, and it will continue to be unknown."

Li Youan said softly.

But what he said was earth-shattering, and An Le was extremely surprised.

But I saw Li Youan patted the welcoming pine with a smile, and said softly: "Last night, I was drunk by the pine, and asked the pine 'how am I drunk'. I only suspected that the pine would come to help me, so I pushed the pine and said 'go'!"

"This is a small poem written by me before I became the seventh mountain lord, so I named this mountain 'Fusong'."

Fusong Mountain is really casual.

But what really shocked Anle was that this place was actually the place where Li Youan had a conversation with the holy master.

Talking to a holy master is something that many practitioners dream of, but Li Youan actually only chose such a quiet and casual place.

"I talked with the holy master for a long time, and asked all the doubts in my heart. The holy master answered them one by one, and all the doubts about cultivation were cleared up."

"When the holy master left, he left three sword auras on the cliff. The sword aura is a painting. The painting is the past, the present and the future. I see two ways, realize the two ways of the past and the present, and now there are only two ways left. Together."

"Over the years, I have brought many people here, all of whom are my favorite juniors. Ye Wenxi has also been here, but no one has seen the painting on the wall."

"I'm very interested in the last future sword energy, and want to know what the future will look like, so I brought you here."

"Just look at it, if you can see the painting, if you understand it, you will understand it, if you can't understand it, then forget it."

Li Youan said.

The holy master left behind three sword qi, past, present and future?

An Le's eyes froze, looking at the smooth mirror-like cliff.

Li You'an sat on the ancient pine, he did not know where to get a jug of wine, poured it himself and drank it, never paying attention to An Le.

And An Le was sitting under the cliff, just looking up at the cliff with his head up, staring carefully and constantly.

The spring rain stopped, and the sun broke through the evening clouds and sprinkled down.

The sun slanted westward, and the stars and the moon gradually climbed into the sky.

At dawn, white fish belly rises in the east, and the sky is full of morning glow.

An Le kept staring at the cliff, staring at it without moving.

In the blink of an eye, a day and a night passed.

In the deep mountains, there is silence, only the chirping of insects.

The stars are like waterfalls.

Li Youan stood up under the ancient pine tree, shook his head, feeling a little regretful, maybe this young man also couldn't see the future sword energy left by the saint master, and couldn't see the future.

Also, the future is originally unknown, how can we observe the unknown?
Just when Li You'an was quite disappointed and wanted to wake up An Le.

He frowned slightly, took a step back, and withdrew to Gu Songxia.

"In the future, the master is not painting the future, but waiting for a future."

An Le seemed to be whispering.

After finishing her whisper, An Le, who was sitting cross-legged and staring at the cliff, felt a breath of fresh air in her white clothes, surging lightly.

The two swords of Mochi and Qingshan turned into two beams of sword light and rushed up, surrounding Anle's body, sending out a clear sword chant.

And in Anle Meixin Niwan Palace, the sword energy resounded.

Yuanshen actually took a step out of it.

Step by step, as if ascending to the sky, he walked towards the extremely smooth cliff.

In the end, before reaching the cliff, he stretched out his hand, like waves rippling, and entered the cliff. In Li Youan's eyes, the young soul seemed to have turned into a sharp and peerless sword light, drawing a picture of the future in the cliff. !
In an instant.

In the cliff, sword energy burst out!
Soaring upwards, straight to the bullfight!
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