Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

The cool moonlight shines all over Lin'an, the stars are shining, and the shadows of people and trees are mottled.

Luo Qingchen left Lin'an Mansion with Zhushan's corpse on his back. Li Youan's sword turned into Jiang Chao and blocked many strong men. However, he did not encounter much interference and went straight out of the city.

Qin Qianqiu is not dead, but after tonight, he is destined to become the joke of the entire Lin'an. He was pushed to the ground and beaten, and huddled in the diamond bell, like an old turtle.

This joke will last for a long time, and it will be used as a joke by many Lin'an nobles. The more noble Qin Qianqiu's status, the longer this joke will last.

For a face-loving person like Qin Qianqiu, such a result would be more uncomfortable than killing him.

The powerful men from the Prime Minister's Office of Qin came out one after another, and official forces such as Lin'an Government Office and Hei Yamen also sent troops out of the city to search for them.

This night in Lin'an was not quiet at all, it was very noisy.

But all this has nothing to do with peace and happiness, and has nothing to do with the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane.

Following the death of the coachman Zhushan, Luo Qingchen beat Qin Qianqiu, and the matter became more and more serious. Qin Qianqiu might not dare to do anything to Anle again in a short time.

The main reason is that Hua Jiebing from the Lin Mansion not only returned, but also invited back the legendary number one scholar Li Youan...

The news has spread, and all the nobles in Lin'an Mansion are aware of it.

Just now, Qin Qianqiu arranged to stay at the gate of Lin'an Prefecture, trying to stop the strong man Hua Jiebing, but Li Qianqiu scolded him and sent him to the Canglang River battlefield. He would not be able to return unless he killed the enemy.

This kind of domineering power makes many nobles in Lin'an Mansion dare not mess around again. Everyone knows the purpose of such a legendary figure returning to the capital.

Spring is around the corner, and Hua Jiebing invites Li Youan, which is naturally related to the incident that happened in front of the palace.

The conflicts and grievances between the Lin family and the Qin family may have a huge turning point in the ownership of the situation.

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In Taimiao Lane, the courtyard door opened.

The cold moonlight shines from the starry night sky, passing through the leaves of the old locust tree and casting mottled shadows on the ground.

In the center of the courtyard, there is a square table with a pot of Yanchunli old rice wine, three wine cups, and a pound of beef.

The old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple sat on his chair with narrowed eyes, drinking wine and eating meat, his long eyebrows fluttering in the night wind.

Li Youan, who was dressed in plain clothes, was also sitting upright on a chair, eating beef and drinking wine.

Anle was wearing white clothes and wearing a green mountain ink pool on his waist, and he was just drinking.

"Little friend An, the fight you just had with that coachman was witnessed by all the old men."

The old man from Taimiao drank a glass of wine, put down the cup, and chuckled: "Everyone has to pay the price for their choices. The coachman paid the price with his life. Although he was unwilling, he was not unwilling not to kill you, but unwilling to fail." Send Luo Qingchen back to Qingzhou."

"And it's good that you were able to show no compassion and never hold back during the battle."

Hearing this, An Le drank the wine from the cup and said: "That coachman has trained his body in the three realms and refined the breath of the divine womb. His realm is higher than mine. A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. My realm is already lower than his. How can I show mercy?" Do you want to keep your hands?"

"If I were killed, the most I could get would be a sigh from the coachman, just like if he died, I would just have a sigh."

"I'm not a strong person, how can I develop some of the arrogance of a strong person?"

Anle said it very solemnly and seriously.

Zhao Huangting was stunned, and then laughed.

Li Youan, who had been drinking and eating dried meat and rice, also paused and glanced at Anle in surprise.

"well said."

Li Youan wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and asked again, "Have you understood the secret method of swordsmanship in the Little Holy Order?"

Anle knew that what he was asking about was the technique of controlling Mochi in the air, "Sword Qi Closeness".

Without hiding anything, Anle nodded openly and admitted: "I realized something yesterday."

"Yes, the talent is very good. The opportunities in the Little Holy Order are reserved for the Holy Master. There are sword skills, knife skills, spear skills, etc. Everyone sees and understands differently."

"Even if they are both swordsmen, they can still learn different techniques."

Li Youan chuckled.

Zhao Huangting ate the meat and said: "Little friend An, General Li was also a holder of the Little Holy Order back then, and surpassed the previous generation. He sat on the top of the Holy Mountain and talked to the Holy Master. Today he will drink from you." You, if you have any doubts about swordsmanship, don't be polite and just ask."

Hearing this, Anle's eyes lit up: "Senior talked to the Holy Master..."

"Xiaosheng really has a doubt."

Li Youan smiled and said nothing, signaling Anle to ask.

Anle thought for a moment and did not ask about the relationship between sword energy. Instead, he asked a question that he had been holding back for a long time: "Emperor Yuan Meng is known as the strongest person in the world. So... who is stronger, the Holy Master or Emperor Yuan?"

The wind blows in the courtyard, and the leaves of the old locust trees rustle against each other, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Zhao Huangting squinted his eyes, and Li Youan fell into deep thought.

The topic of happiness was indeed somewhat beyond their expectations.

After a long time, Li Youan drank the last glass of old rice wine, raised his head, looked at the stars in the sky, and said calmly: "You will know many things when you talk to the Holy Master."

"No matter how strong Emperor Yuanmeng is, he will only be the strongest in the world after all."

"Saint masters are different."

"With the Holy Master, heaven will be heaven, and the human world will be human world."

When Anle heard the words, he always felt that there was something in Li Youan's words. He didn't understand the deeper meaning, but he understood the straightforward meaning.

Emperor Yuanmeng is the most powerful person in the world, but he is still under the world, while the Saint Master has jumped out of this level and sits looking at the heaven and the world.

"After the wine has been drunk, the meat has been eaten, and your questions have been asked, it's time for me to leave. I won't disturb Mr. An's opportunity."

Li Youan stood up and dusted off his plain clothes.

Zhao Huangting also stood up with a smile: "You'an, let's change the scene."

"Young An An painted a horse for Lin Silang in the Lin Mansion today. Even from a long distance away, I can smell the ink fragrance of the elegant wild horse in the painting."

"Let's go look for the Yuan Emperor's consort and take a look at the wild horse in An Xiaoyou's painting."

Zhao Huangting greeted eagerly.

Anle suddenly became speechless. Can you smell this?

Li Youan's eyes lit up: "Hua Jiebing complimented me on the arrogance of your ink bamboo paintings. Senior also said that the wild horses in your paintings are romantic, so I just went to appreciate it."

Anle stood up and bowed to the two of them with clasped fists.

Li Youan put his hands behind his hands, his long hair hanging unruly, and walked to the entrance of the courtyard. He looked at An Le and said, "Can you give the sword skill you learned from the Little Holy Order a name?"

Hearing this, Anle said, "It's called 'Sword Qi Near'."

Li Youan raised the corners of his lips, and suddenly his mind filled his body like starlight, and a sword energy slowly gathered and took shape in the endless starlight.

"My sword skill is called 'Thousand Baidu', and this sword is also called Thousand Baidu."

Li Youan caressed the long sword with his palm. The sword was filled with starlight and trembled slightly: "Understand the 'sword energy is close'. You have only scratched the surface now. When you really get started, you will have unexpected gains."

After finishing the words, Li Youan tapped his finger, and the famous sword Qianbaidu suddenly turned into a dim spark and disappeared without a trace.

Then, he strode out of the yard.

The old man from Taimiao smiled and glanced at Anle: "Little friend An, I didn't expect that in addition to painting bamboo, you can also paint horses. It's very good. Let's have a good exchange someday."

An Le bowed to the door, and the old man left with a smile. The sound of bamboo sticks hitting bluestones echoed in the night alleys, gradually getting farther and farther away.

Before the Ancestral Temple.

Li Youan stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the luxurious and majestic temple with bright lights.

The old man came with a bamboo stick and said with a smile: "What do you think of this kid?"

Li Youan withdrew his gaze and said: "He is extremely talented in swordsmanship, and his character is neither humble nor arrogant. Looking at his black bamboo, you can tell that he is proud and talented."

“But it’s still unclear whether the green hills can carry you.”

The old man smiled and his eyes were much deeper: "The old man cannot break the realm. When the end is approaching, it is a blessing to find such a young man to inherit Qingshan."

"A young man once said, 'I see how charming the green mountains are, and they should be the same when they see me.' How romantic."

"Qingshan gave it to him, and he will never regret it."

Li Youan's eyes softened when he heard this: "It's very romantic."

Then he frowned slightly: "Senior, is there no hope?"

"The road is long, and the years have left traces. If Emperor Yuan had not broken through the ten realms, he could only live for six hundred years. I once bravely held the sword and knocked on the sky, but now, as the years roll by, the immortals laugh at my premature birth."

The old man leaned on his bamboo stick, looked at the dimly lit Ancestral Temple, and sighed.

"It has been five hundred years since the Great Zhao Dynasty moved south. Too many people in Lin'an Mansion are facing the end of their spiritual practice. As people get older, they tend to be afraid of death. The prosperous Lin'an Mansion is so intoxicated with money and life that it has shattered so many thoughts and buried so much pride."

The old man turned to look at Li Youan: "But I can't calm down. All the places north of the Canglang River are my hometown, but we can only look at the river and miss our hometown. Now in Lin'an, too many people have been wiped out by the prosperity. With arrogance and ambition, I feel that maintaining the current situation is enough.”

"Even the one in Tianxuan Palace, when he gets old, he has forgotten the frustration he felt when he moved south."

"In Lin'an, there is no time to look back."

"You Li You'an, Ye Longsheng, and the seed master are trying your best to cross the river. I am very happy. I hope you will not be blinded by the prosperity of Lin'an."

The old man's sighs, sorrow, and warnings made Li Youan look solemn and bow deeply.

"I once used a broken bamboo sword to kill Emperor Yuanmeng, but in that battle, I retreated and retreated, which was not smooth enough. In a few days, I will definitely cross the river and go north to ask for advice from Emperor Yuan."

The old man stroked his long eyebrows and smiled softly.

Hearing this, Li Youan narrowed his eyes: "That must be... very refreshing."

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The courtyard fell silent.

There is an empty pot on the table, and the wine is in a mess.

Anle's mind fell into an unprecedented tranquility. He cleared the table and watered the potted flowers.

Afterwards, the yard was cleared.

He raised his hand, swung his sword lightly, and the green mountains and ink pools roared out, inserted into the trunk of the old locust tree, and trembled slightly.

An Le stood quietly for a moment, and the images and details of the battle with the burly coachman Zhushan emerged in his mind.

[Fearless Heart] Daoguo trembled slightly.

Then he exhaled like thunder, and Qi and blood gushed out from under the skin and from the pores.

The spirit bones are sonorous, the energy and blood are surging, bathing in the stars in peace, practicing the five birds!

The misty blood mist around the body transformed into tigers, spiritual deer, ferocious bears, cunning apes, and sharp cranes...

After some physical training and martial arts performances, a pool of swords appeared in the Anle Meijin Niwan Palace, reflecting the starlight and making ripples.

The fetal breath and mind are slowly boiling!

Like a ferocious beast, it launches an attack towards the third realm of refining the gods!