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

Chapter 93 Daoguo Yinlu kills five people, subduing demons and fierce monks and filling the lake with murderous intent

The smoke is diffused, with an elegant golden glow.

The ripples are like stones thrown into the lake, which stick to the water flow and sway up and down to form waves.

It had been a long time since I had absorbed the energy of the Golden Years, and I never thought that I would be able to get a ray of it in today's battle with Ximen Qiuhua.

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

The more you absorb the energy of time, you will find that the appearance of golden time energy has no rules at all. Therefore, Anle cherishes every appearance of golden time energy.

A wisp of golden age energy can turn the years into fruit.

The Tao Fruit of Time can bring a lot of help to Anle, and the Tao Fruit [Fearless Mind] that provides fresh energy and improves one's cultivation this time is why Anle dares to gain invincibility and walk the path of legend in such a tight period of time. One of the confidence.

Because, with a fearless heart and fearless 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 powerful enemies along the way, he will continue to become stronger, and finally stand at the top, overlooking all the mountains!

Suppress your excitement.

With a calm mind, he began to observe the increasingly turbulent scenes of time before his eyes.

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

It hits the ground and bursts open, showing the beauty and clarity of the moment when an epiphyllum blooms.

The young man stood quietly in front of the window, facing the summer rainstorm that obscured the entire world. In front of him was a pair of burnt-tailed yellow pear wood guqin, and the wires on the guqin exuded silvery brilliance.

He played slowly, not knowing what it meant, and plucked the strings with his fingers, making a buzzing sound.

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

The young man is very grateful to the noble man behind him. Because of his appreciation, he can have the opportunity to practice steadily, slowly become stronger, and let his mother and himself live a good life in Linhua Pavilion.

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

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

The sky he saw was the sky that could be seen outside the window of Linhua Pavilion.

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

Therefore, he could not express the emotions in Hujia, and his mental state was stuck because of this, unable to achieve a breakthrough.

He was helpless. Although the person behind Linhua Pavilion said that he had talent, he still felt that he had too many shortcomings.

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

Putting down a plate of freshly cut fruits, Ximen Qiuhua had a soft smile on his lips. His mother sat next to him and looked out the window at the heavy rain with him.

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

The woman said softly.

Ximen Qiuhua didn't want to talk to her mother about matters related to spiritual practice, because her mother was not a practitioner, but after thinking about it, Ximen Qiuhua still spoke up and gently told her about the difficulties she encountered.

Mother listened quietly for a long time, then patted Ximen Qiuhua on the shoulder: "Did you see the heavy rain outside the window? You regard every falling raindrop as being shot by barbarians, mixed with aggressive emotions. Arrow."

"Do you still remember the suffering you encountered when you were a child? And north of the Canglang River, our former homeland, which is now trampled by the barbarians, there are too many people who are suffering more than what you endured when you were a child. A hundred times more difficult...you may have some insights."

"These are based on imagination. Later, when you personally set foot on the frontier fortress and the banks of the Canglang River, you will truly feel the barbarism and terror of the barbarians."

Mother said softly.

"The grand events and prosperity of Lin'an are all in full bloom with the tragedy of the soldiers on the banks of the Canglang River who used their flesh and blood to block the barbarian cavalry."

Ximen Qiuhua looked at his mother. His mother had studied and was once a lady, but she suffered a disaster and had to work as a dancer in the Linhua Pavilion.

His mother's teachings since he was a child were to teach him how to be a good person. Even if he lived in an environment like Linhua Pavilion, he still had to maintain the character of a scholar, not to join the crowd, not to follow the crowd, so that he could almost change his destiny.

The mother left, leaving behind Ximen Qiuhua who seemed to have some enlightenment.

Ximen Qiuhua looked at the summer rainstorm. The raindrops with invisible tracks seemed to have turned into arrows in his pupils. They were the arrows fired from the bows of barbarians attacking the city.

A wave of depression came to his mind, and the sounds of fighting and iron horses seemed to ring in his ears, and his bows were startled like thunder. He heard the roars of the soldiers, which collided with the sound of falling arrows.

Inside the house, the sound of a piano sounded at some point. His palms were touching the guqin, and the strings were being plucked one by one. The sudden sound overwhelmed the sound of the falling rain.

He followed his mother's method and recalled his difficult childhood, empathizing with the lives of those under the barbarian cavalry who were a hundred times more miserable than his childhood.

There seemed to be a burst of anger slowly rising up. His misery was due to his origin, while the misery of those people was due to Hu Man's cavalry.

The sound of the piano became more and more rapid, as if it was fused with his anger, and it could no longer be called playing the piano. With both hands slapping, the sound of the piano sounded like horse hooves, like a golden sword, or like broken strings.

The ancient garrison is green, beacons and fires are cold, and the wilderness is heavy and snowy.

First the Shang string is brushed and then the corner feathers are brushed, and the autumn leaves in the surrounding suburbs are frightened.

Along with the music of the piano, Ximen Qiuhua's heart seemed to be boiling. He closed his eyes and indulged in the music. His face was full of solemnity, and the room was filled with constant clanging.

In the center of Ximen Qiuhua's brows, there is also a condensed spirit, at the moment when the spirit is completely formed.

Like a rainstorm, it exploded.

Eighteen consecutive blasts exploded into eighteen rain curtain holes.

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At this point, the picture slowly dissipated.

The peaceful mind retreated, and the noisy and mixed sounds of the piano still lingered in my ears, just like the sound of barbarian cavalry trampling.

Rhythm is sometimes very touching and can inspire special emotions. It is the place where emotions are vented and spread.

Ximen Qiuhua's spiritual method is related to music. Through the understanding of music, his soul can become stronger and stronger.

Perhaps, Ximen Qiuhua wanted to go to the frontier fortress because he wanted to see the real barbarian cavalry and experience the real scenery outside the fortress.

In addition to following in his father's footsteps, he also wanted to perfect Hujia music, to make his mind stronger, and to explore the way of music.

The night gradually turned white, and the stars in the sky gradually began to disappear.

The night is ending, and the dim dawn is coming.

The cool morning breeze blew in, stirring up the raindrops hanging on the leaves of the old locust trees.

Anle opened her eyes, ending the golden years of observation.

In front of my eyes, the light curtain floated.

[Obtain the Fruit of Time: Five Kills of Music]

[Note: Five Kills of Music (Dao Fruit): Gong Shangjiao Huiyu, the Sound of Five Kills, uses the unique method of blending mind and soul, and the power of sound waves to kill (can be blessed on any obvious carrier that emits sound waves during the battle) above)】

A wisp of golden age energy condenses into a piece of age fruit!

Finally, a new Time Dao Fruit was born again, the Five Kills of Music!

A killing method that combines mind and body with music, it can capture people's hearts. When used in battle, it will have unexpected effects!

However, what really worries Anle is that this musical five-kill can be blessed on any sound wave carrier emitted during the battle.

In other words, if the sound of swords and the sound of punches and kicks breaking through the air during the battle may become the carrier of the five-kill rhythm, integrating skills into it, bursting out unexpected killing blows!

Anle's eyes brightened and she felt a little happy.

He is not ignorant about music. Although he was an art student in his previous life, he once picked up a guitar because he was chasing girls. He can play two short songs and understands some string sounds. Although he is not as good as the guqin masters, he still has a rough understanding of the music. .

Now that he has obtained the [Five Kills of Music] Dao Fruit, it seems that Anle's memory of music has been reawakened.

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

Anle's palm gently stroked the body of Mochi's sword, and then tapped it with his fingers.

"when--"

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

Anle tilted his head slightly, his mind surging, and he felt that all the movements of Mochi's sword slowed down, and he could feel the sword trembling slightly when he tapped it, the sword shaking up and down, and the sound of the sword hitting the air.

"palace!"

Between Anle's brows, the Yuanshen sitting on the Sword Furnace Heart Sword Embryo seemed to open his mouth and spit out a note.

In an instant, the vibrating sound wave above the ink pool suddenly changed and expanded, like a giant dragon emerging from the abyss, letting out an ear-splitting roar!

The sword roar exploded and turned into a shock wave, hitting the old locust tree hard.

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

Anle glanced at the old locust tree and couldn't help but pursed her lips.

The power... is unexpectedly powerful.

Of course, this is because he has now reached the realm of refining gods and condensed his soul.

The sword energy is close, plus the five kills of the music...

All can form an unexpected explosion, catching the opponent off guard and exposing weaknesses.

Anle was very satisfied with this new harvest of Tao fruits.

He sat under the old locust tree, his mind constantly surging, and he knocked on the sword ink pond from time to time to practice the technique of five kills with music.

Gong Shangjiao Huiyu, five kinds of sound waves, progressing layer by layer, showing an increasingly high-pitched rhythmic explosion.

The tongue fighting spring thunder, the finger tapping the sword body, the surge of energy and blood, and the roaring wind of the fist can all be integrated into the five kills of the music!

It can be said that the acquisition of the [Music Five Kills] Dao Fruit has greatly improved Anle's combat strength!

Of course, today's Anle, after trying it, found that the sound of the five killings that his soul can withstand has reached the sound of "horn", and the "emblem" below is quite difficult. Forcing it to perform is not good for the soul. A small burden, but its power is relatively more terrifying.

The sound of the word "Yu" further down, Anle's current Yuan Shen simply couldn't bear and couldn't burst out.

If Anle's cultivation level is broken through and his soul is strengthened, he will naturally be able to master it.

The sky is bright, and today's sky is covered by dusk clouds, without the warm sunshine of spring.

The sky in spring has been light rainy for three days and sunny for three days. I think it will rain again today.

Anle was consolidating his cultivation in the small courtyard as usual, and while practicing the Five Kills of Music, he was visualizing the "Sword Waterfall Picture".

It seems that there is a new discovery that both of them can actually enhance the soul. The blended visualization can even significantly improve the mind.

Of course, while tempering his mind, Anle has never forgotten the practice of physical exercise, and even incorporated the five kills of music to exercise his body.

The demon source jade of the thousand-year-old snake demon in his waist releases the pure demon energy, which spreads into the body. Anle practices the tiger pose, pushing the energy and blood, and explodes under the skin. It seems that there are layers of blood mist, vaguely forming. The vision of the ancient demon tiger, combined with the sound of the word "horn" in the melody of the Five Kills, makes the impact really seem like the ancient demon tiger has come to reality!

Vaguely, Anle's understanding of the ancient demon and the five birds seemed to have improved to a higher level. The inner elixir surged, as if he wanted to integrate the vision of the ancient demon and the five birds into it and form a mysterious meaning.

An Le couldn't help but be startled, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly had a way to practice the fourth level of physical training, and it was as if he had opened a door and suddenly became enlightened.

Fusion of ancient demonic phenomena 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 it evaporated in the young man's flowing energy and blood.

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The grass is all wet with drizzle, and the flower branches are about to move in the cold spring wind.

A carriage parked quietly outside Lin'an Mansion, and a gentle drizzle fell 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.

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

It was a monk, wearing a dirty navy blue robe, with a string of brown beads hanging around his neck. Each bead was engraved with a Sanskrit character. He wore a bamboo hat on his head. He was tall and muscular, with shabby and dirty clothes. The monk's robe is held up.

There was a burning iron rod on his back, and there were traces of strange beasts on the rod.

Wearing a pair of muddy and dirty black and white checkered cloth shoes, we walked slowly, like an ascetic.

Qin Qianqiu's eyes suddenly lit up. This person was the one he was most optimistic about among the many demon subduing masters he invited, Monk Fakong, one of the disciples of the sea crossing saint monk of Lianhua Temple.

Even though Qin Qianqiu's mind was slashed by An Le's Haoran sword energy and fell to the fetal breath, he could still feel the oppression on the monk's body.

The terrifying murderous intention was almost condensed into substance, as if countless demon souls were roaring miserably.

"No wonder Lin'an Prefecture personally ordered him to be refused entry. Such murderous intent will definitely cause riots once it enters the city. However, you have to be so fierce to have a chance to destroy Anle!"

Qin Qianqiu smiled while stroking his palms, with strange colors in his eyes.

Although he looked down upon the demon-subduing masters, because the status of the demon-subduing masters was not high-profile, and most of them were martial arts practitioners who licked blood from the tip of a knife and wandered on the edge of death.

But Monk Fakong was different. He studied under the Duhai Saint Monk of Lianhua Temple, which was enough for him to take seriously.

The Saint Monk Crossing the Sea was a practitioner who had suppressed the great demon for thousands of years in Lin'an Prefecture.

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

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

"One thousand Yuan Ling Tong Bao and three Demon Spirit Pills will destroy this son."

In 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 tea cup and started drinking.

"West Lake Longjing, bitter at first and then sweet, good tea."

Monk Fakong smiled.

"Donor Qin, do you think that Anle is really filled with evil spirit?"

Monk Fakong did not talk about a thousand yuanlingtongbao and demon spirit pills, but asked about things related to peace and happiness.

Qin Qianqiu nodded: "The small courtyard that this son rented had a banshee hidden in it. Later, the banshee left. From then on, this son had a demonic aura. Later, when he visited Wu Kui Stone in the Martial Temple, he became even more... I have realized the five demons in ancient times, and now they are even more demonic.”

"How exactly the demonic energy is, Master can go and have a look."

"This son is now in Lin'an. He is extremely arrogant and wants to be invincible. He is fighting against many geniuses in Lin'an. Master Fakong is a disciple of the sea-crossing saint monk of Lianhua Temple. He is also a queen of a famous family. He can break his spirit."

"Even if you can't kill him, it would be great to defeat him and destroy his invincibility."

Qin Qianqiu said seriously.

He actually didn't think that Monk Fakong could kill Anle. With the help of Hua Jiebing, Li Youan and the mysterious old uncle mentioned by Qin Xiang, Anle might not be killed.

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

There is no guarantee that Anle will be like Luo Qingchen, attracting a tofu Taoist heart and becoming a joke in Lin'an.

"Amitabha, if a poor monk is haunted by evil spirits, he must follow the Master's teachings to save him."

"Donor Qin, this poor monk has accepted this task."

"One thousand Yuan Ling Tong Bao and three Demon Spirit Pills. The donor must not forget them."

Monk Fakong smiled.

Qin Qianqiu squinted his eyes and took a sip of tea: "As long as you win, these are not problems. Prime Minister Qin's Mansion will treat you as a guest."

"Although the young monk has not set foot in the fifth realm of spiritual training, he can still be ranked in the top ten of the Little Saint Ranking in terms of strength. This person's cultivation level cannot reach the third realm. He has just entered the fourth realm of spiritual training and dares to take the road of invincibility. It is true that A bit arrogant."

Monk Fakong put his palms together and said, "The young monk is willing to extinguish his arrogance, so he should be humble before the Buddha."

When Qin Qianqiu heard this, he immediately laughed heartily, with endless expectations in his heart.

A leaf carried by the spring breeze floated over, fell on the hub of the carriage, and was crushed to pieces. The carriage turned and entered Lin'an Mansion, the horses' hooves ticking, and drove slowly towards Qingbo Street.

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The drizzle was falling and the dusk clouds were heavy.

Anle finished the research and integration of the Five Kills of Music. The Sword Waterfall Picture and the Five Kills of Music were added to it. In conjunction with the increase in the Dao Fruit of the Eternal Genius, Anle's mind has been significantly improved.

The cultivation of the body also has some mysterious meanings hidden in the inner elixir. At least he knows where the door is, and the breakthrough will be quick.

An Le changed into clean white clothes, with her hair disheveled. She held up an oil-paper umbrella, hooked her fingers, and the green mountains and the ink pond swept over. She held a book at her waist and watched as she left the small courtyard and headed towards the West Lake. And go.

The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is sluggish with smoke.

The West Lake in the rain has a unique scenery. Anle is just in time to enjoy the rain scene of the West Lake, relax the tense mind and relax the body and mind caused by the music of Wusha Rongjian Waterfall.

Stepping on the bluestone road soaked by the rain, I just stepped onto the white jade stairs when a spring breeze from the lake blew with my breath.

The corners of Anle's lips couldn't help but curl up, and she closed her eyes, feeling the comfort and tranquility that relaxed her soul in the spring breeze and drizzle.

Suddenly, there was the sound of wheels grinding bluestone.

Anle slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at the luxurious chariot slowly approaching on the white jade embankment.

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

The spring breeze and drizzle seemed to stop suddenly.

Anle looked at the chariot coming closer and closer from the end of the long embankment of the West Lake, passing through the branches of the willows.

Look at the murderous aura pouring out of the chariot, which seems to be overflowing the lake.

His eyes gradually became colder.

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