Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit - #157 - Chapter 157 The Holy Master returns to the world and takes a sip of fireworks

Climbing a mountain to talk with a holy master is something that most practitioners in the world dream of, not only because of the transcendent status of the holy mountain, but also because of the benefits of being able to talk to a holy master.

The legend of the Holy Master has existed for a long time, and has been circulated from eons ago to the present. What kind of existence this person is, few people in the world can see it with their own eyes, even the mountain owners of the Holy Mountain. It is not possible to see the Holy Master often.

To receive guidance and confusion from a holy master is already a supreme opportunity.

The Holy Mountain, practitioners in the world like to call it the Holy Mountain of Middle-earth. This is because the issuance of the minor holy orders and the arrangement of the minor holy lists of the Holy Mountain are mainly based on the Middle-earth dynasty.

Under the leadership of the founding emperor Zhao Taizu, the Great Zhao Dynasty ended the chaotic world and opened a new era. It occupied the land of Middle-earth, and the sacred mountains were naturally dominated by Great Zhao.

Even though the Great Zhao moved south, the Great Zhao was not destroyed after all. Therefore, the Little Holy List and the Little Holy Order of the Holy Mountain still fell within the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Therefore, many geniuses outside of Great Zhao cannot talk to the Holy Master because of environmental factors.

Anle’s ability to talk to the Saint Master really shocked the whole world, but it was also because of Anle’s rise against the trend, because the time for Anle’s rise was really too short.

The geniuses of Yuanmeng, Xiliang, Dali and other countries attach great importance to peace and happiness, mostly because of the battle on the Canglang River.

In that battle, Anle used his mysterious trump card to summon Blood Guanyin and killed Tong Guan, a practitioner in the Nine Realms. He also killed a ghost from hell and many evil cultivators from Xi Liang.

This is the main reason for Anle’s real reputation.

However, the geniuses from all major countries don’t actually have much respect for the top of the Little Saint List.

For example, Tie Lie, who is at the top of the Falcon Ranking, has reached the Double Seventh Realm in his own cultivation. He has gained the growth and nourishment of the Dragon Veins of Middle Earth. His talent is extremely evil, and he can be called the number one person of the younger generation in terms of strength in all aspects.

But the number one spot on the Little Saint Ranking is only the Double Five Realm. The Double Five Realm… On the Falcon Ranking, it doesn’t even make it into the top ten.

Therefore, it is indeed untrue to say that Tie Lie can value the top spot on the Little Saint List.

But only Xiaoshengbang has the qualifications to talk to the Saint Master, which is the main reason why many people feel envious and unwilling.

It rained heavily, and raindrops fell from high in the sky, making the whole world covered in gray, making it difficult to see the surrounding scenery.

At the foot of the ordinary green hills shrouded in mist and rain, figures shot out, knocking away the rain, and then slowly fell down, staring at the surroundings.

Tielie, Wotai. Tuzhen, Boqi and other Yuan Meng Falcon Ranking Talents arrived almost at the same time, and when An Le settled down at the foot of the mountain, they all rushed there.

They all raised their heads and stared at An Le, whose figure gradually disappeared at the foot of the mountain.

The young man wore a broken bamboo sword and a pot of old rice wine, and walked towards the mountain.

This freedom and indifference made many people feel slightly flustered, a bit confused and envious.

Ye Wenxi was dressed in red. She had just returned from the Canglang River battlefield, and she still retained the majestic aura that she had just broken through the sixth realm.

A somewhat complicated look appeared in her eyes. She did not expect that… Anle would actually choose this mountain as a place to talk to the Saint Master.

There are dozens of cold mountains here, why did Anle choose this one?

Fusong Mountain is the place where the legendary champion Li Youan once talked with the Holy Master. He once talked with the Holy Master here for three days and three nights.

Li Youan once brought Ye Wenxi to this mountain. There is a cliff on the mountain. On the cliff, there are three sword energies left by the Saint Master in the world.

That was a gift for Li Youan.

There is a remaining sword energy in the future that Li Youan has not yet comprehended. He once led many geniuses here, and Ye Wenxi is one of them. Unfortunately, Ye Wenxi was not able to comprehend and obtain the sword energy in the future.

She had heard that Anle had obtained the future sword energy here, but now, she chose to set foot on this mountain.

In fact, Anle could have chosen a new mountain, in which case he would have been the only one to choose the Seventh Mountain.

There are dozens of Han Mountains, choose one of them, and it will be the seventh mountain. What a big card this is, but if Anle chooses Fusong Mountain, it is equivalent to transferring some of this card to Li Youan.

Gu Huangquan and Gu Naihe fell down one after another. Their eyes flickered as they looked at the mountain and couldn’t help but feel excited.

Anle’s choice of this mountain means that this mountain will become the seventh mountain in the future. If they can become the owner of the seventh mountain, this mountain will be engraved in their lives and will be extremely important.

Gu Huangquan’s eyes were full of fire.

He took a step in the heavy rain. This was an uncontrolled step. He wanted to follow Anle’s footsteps and climb Fusong Mountain, the future seventh mountain.

However, as soon as he took one step, he immediately became the center of everyone’s attention.

The next moment, a pressure like a mountain collapsing suddenly came down on Gu Huangquan, causing Gu Huangquan’s expression to change suddenly.

The Sixth Mountain Master was carrying a pine sword box on his back and stood in front of him, with his hands folded across his chest and a cold look.

Gu Huangquan felt that his mind was about to be severely damaged, as if a brilliant sword energy penetrated directly between his eyebrows, trying to cut off the evil thoughts brewing in his heart.

“Lord of the Sixth Mountain, calm down!”

Gu Naihe spoke softly, her red lips parted, her voice was sweet, as if she could squeeze out water.

“We are here to compete for the qualification of the seventh mountain master. We haven’t done anything to get married yet. Please forgive me, mountain master…” said Gu Naihe. The sixth mountain master glanced at Gu Naihe coldly. The beautiful woman also had great evil flowing in her body, which made him disgusted and wanted to kill her with a sword. It is difficult for practitioners who come out of Xiliang to maintain a normal mind. Most of them will be possessed by demons in Xiliang. After all, it is naturally difficult to maintain a normal will in a strange environment where death is possible at any time. “Anle chose this mountain, but the seventh mountain has not yet been opened. Except for those who want to talk to the Saint Master, no one else is allowed to set foot on it.” “If you insist on setting foot on it, you will bear the consequences.” A cold voice came from the mouth of the sixth mountain master. The heavy rain was still washing, and the bean-sized raindrops fell on the ground, making the surroundings quiet. No one questioned it, because it was not a smart decision to question the mountain master at this time. Tie Lie narrowed his eyes, nodded to the sixth mountain master, and flew away. The geniuses on the Yuanmeng Falcon List followed him.

They were not qualified to talk to the Saint Master, and there was no point in going to the mountain at this moment.

The seventh mountain had not yet been opened, and this mountain was still just an ordinary mountain. They could not argue for anything.

The shocked Gu Huangquan was very elegant, and with a nostalgic and apologetic expression, he bowed to the sixth mountain master, and did not look like a cultivator from Xiliang at all.

He seemed to be an elegant scholar in the Academy of Literature.

Gu Huangquan and Gu Naihe led the cultivators of Xiliang Kingdom and walked away, and also stood under a tree.

The many geniuses who had fought to cross the river seemed to have calmed down their fighting tempers at this moment.

After looking at each other, they all looked up at this ordinary Hanshan.

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Anle, dressed in white, slowly walked towards Fusong Mountain.

The mountain road was muddy. Rainwater mixed with yellow mud made it extremely slippery. If you didn’t control your strength when stepping on it, you would easily slip. Of course, Anle would never have the embarrassing experience of slipping on the mountain road. With his current cultivation of the fifth level of physical forging and his control over his own body, such an accident would never happen. Dressed in white, carrying old yellow wine, Anle had a smile on his face. In fact, Anle was really looking forward to talking with the Saint Master. The Saint Master… has always been a transcendent name that lingered in his ears since he started practicing. Madam Hua and the old man in the Taimiao both felt that it was a great honor to be able to talk with the Saint Master. It can even be understood as a supreme opportunity. Therefore, Anle had high expectations for this conversation. Anle had been to Fusong Mountain once, led by Li Youan that time. Now, when he revisited the old place, Anle was still very familiar with the way up the mountain. There was thick fog in the mountains, and the fog and rain were intertwined, making the mountain breeze cold.

This is an undeveloped mountain, and there is not even a stone path. The road up the mountain is a rugged road that is difficult to walk on.

However, for practitioners, trekking between such mountain roads is not a difficult thing.

Climb a smooth stone washed by rain, and then climb over a small hill.

After a while, Anle saw the mirror-like cliff. Even if it was washed by rain, it was difficult to leave any rain marks on the cliff.

The Welcoming Pine still stands on the cliff. There is a big stone under the pine. The rain hits the big stone and splashes misty water.

Anle walked to the Welcoming Pine, raised his hand and brushed it over. The hot blood instantly evaporated the rain on the big stone, making the stone dry.

Sitting upright on the stone, Anle looked up at the cliff.

After losing the sword energy of the future, the cliff became more and more ordinary, like a mirror without any fluctuations.

However, although Anle has mastered the sword energy of the future, he has not yet reached the state of being able to use it with ease.

Even with the sword body of the god, it seems that the progress of mastering the sword energy of the future is still extremely slow.

He comprehended the sword intent of the red heart and the mountain and river, the sword intent of two different states of mind, simple and complex, but he still has few clues about the sword energy of the future.

The sword energy of the future is entangled in the bamboo sword green mountain, entangled in the mountain that seems to be full of immortal will.

Anle saw the stone figurine of the first emperor in that mountain, and even awakened the will of the first emperor, but in fact, it did not have much effect on the sword energy of the future.

The sword energy of the future is entangled on the green mountain, more like a kind of nourishment.

Anle pondered for a moment, and then came back to his senses. He began to think about what issues he needed to mention in the conversation with the Saint Master?

Such a precious opportunity, Anle naturally can’t squander it, he needs to carefully consider the issues to be discussed.

The rain in the mountains began to rustle, no longer a heavy rain.

Anle sat upright, the top of the mountain was extremely quiet, only the rain fell on the ground, washing the pine leaves with a subtle sound.

Carrying the old yellow wine, Anle sat on a big rock.

He took off the bamboo sword Qingshan from his waist, Qingshan was suspended, and with a tap of his fingers, a sword energy burst out from the top of the mountain, rushed into the sky, and smashed the clouds.

“Student Anle, on Fusong Mountain, waiting for the Saint Master.”

Anle opened his mouth, and his voice bloomed on the top of the mountain.

The young man called out to the Saint Master.

There was an echo between heaven and earth.

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At the foot of the mountain.

Everyone heard Anle’s shouting, and they subconsciously raised their heads, squinted their eyes, and looked towards the top of the mountain.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain crossed his arms, a smile appeared on his lips, and then his mind moved, the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows cracked, and there seemed to be a raging sword energy of thousands of rays of light.

The soul on the Immortal Platform was sitting upright. After opening its eyes, it jumped out, separated from the body, and traveled around the world.

In an instant, he returned to the sixth mountain.

On the sixth mountain, it was windy and rainy. In the idle pavilion, the mountain guard, Fairy Yunrou, stood quietly, waiting for the return of the mountain master’s soul.

The spirit of the Sixth Mountain Lord fell in the Xian Pavilion, just like a real person.

“Yunrou, this pavilion is where I once had a conversation with the Holy Master. I talked with the Holy Master here for three days and clarified the world of swordsmanship. I don’t know what Anle can gain by talking with the Holy Master. What inspiration?”

The Sixth Mountain Master put on a rare smile and said to Yunrou.

But when he saw the Lord of the Sixth Mountain sitting cross-legged, his mind moved, and the majestic soul clone moved, and his palms were pressed violently on the ground of the Xianting.

Boom!

Yun Rou only felt that the Sixth Mountain under her feet was shaking, and the sword energy in the entire mountain was boiling, like steaming heat, twisting the air!

Every ray of sword energy was shaking with silver light, and the entire Sixth Mountain seemed to be lost in the mist.

at the same time.

The first mountain.

In the thatched cottage, the wind chimes made a tinkling sound as they were blown by the breeze.

The first mountain master, Immortal Wind Daogu, raised his hand and pressed it to the ground. The entire thatched cottage suddenly began to surge with immortal energy…

There are countless mountains in the world.

On several of the mountains, there were people chatting and laughing, all of them sitting cross-legged on the ground with their hands on the mountain.

In an instant, the mountains were rolled up in smoke, leaving a hazy trace.

Around Fusong Mountain.

All the clouds and rain disappeared, and the cathartic rainstorm stopped falling. Faintly, the shadows of five mountains appeared around Fusong Mountain, shrouding this ordinary mountain in it.

“Six Holy Mountains!”

At the foot of the mountain.

Tie Lie’s eyes flashed, he took a deep breath and exclaimed.

Six holy mountains appeared at the same time to welcome the Holy Master back to the world and witness the birth of the seventh mountain!

On that day, under the leadership of the First Mountain Master, he asked the Holy Master Anle if he could have a conversation. The Holy Master agreed, and today’s move to welcome the Holy Master was already in place.

The phantoms of six mountains surrounded Fusong Mountain, and Anle could see it clearly. He slowly stood up.

Then we saw the six mountains rising rapidly, tens of millions of feet higher, and crashing into the sky, as if they were supporting the entire world.

The colorful rays of light surged and lingered among the mountains.

Anle then discovered that Fusong Mountain also began to turmoil, rising bit by bit, getting further and further away from the world, and gradually rushed into the sky.

It is as high as six mountains.

This means that Fusong Mountain will become the seventh mountain of the Holy Mountain.

boom!

The height of Fusong Mountain skyrocketed, and the surrounding scenery suddenly became blurry and dreamy, like the view from the window of a rushing subway under the camera, with only streaks of neon light left!

Anle’s breathing suddenly stagnated, and the blood flow in the body accelerated.

Driven by the six mountains, Fusong Mountain was tens of thousands of feet high, penetrating into the sea of ​​clouds and into the sky. The starry sky gradually appeared in front of his eyes, and the stars were shining brightly!

Finally, when Fusong Mountain stopped growing, the top of Fusong Mountain was actually filled with a long night sky, a sea of ​​stars floating and falling, and a river of stars…

Every star is shining brightly, vast and strange.

Under the starry sky, Anle’s white clothes beat the snow, and her eyes were clear.

He was looking for traces of the Holy Master and wanted to see where the Holy Master came from.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

Because he found that the galaxy began to gradually become farther away, and in the end… it turned into a child’s hole as dark as ink.

There is starlight in the child’s hole. It is an extremely huge and tall existence that is difficult to capture.

On the other six mountains, the mountain owners all sat cross-legged and bowed their fists respectfully.

“Welcome the Holy Master.”

Six voices resounded in unison.

As the words fell, formations surged and flickered on the six holy mountains.

In the world, it is like a bright light shining in the dark night!

In a blink of an eye, Anle discovered the indescribably huge figure and took a step towards Fusong Mountain.

The huge sole of the foot, which seemed to be able to trample the entire world, began to shrink continuously after falling, and finally turned into a normal sole.

Boom!

Throughout the world, countless clouds thundered!

This time is completely different from the last time the Holy Master showed a mocking face outside Lin’an Mansion. This is the Holy Master’s true return to the human world!

Qingcheng Mountain, Zhenwu Temple.

The old temple master was wearing a flawless white Taoist robe with an ethereal fairy spirit. Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a touch of shock and shock appeared in his heart.

He floated out of the palace, floating like a fairy, suspended on the top of Qingcheng Mountain, looking up at the sky.

Vaguely, it seemed as if he could see a figure that wanted to tear the world apart.

“Saint Master, what is your realm…”

The old temple master murmured, with a little bitterness on his lips.

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Jianchi Palace, Jianchi Lake.

At the bottom of the lake, sword energy intertwined and wreaked havoc.

Every strand of the white-haired figure seemed to contain sword energy and sword intent, about to burst out from the lake.

The old sword master opened his eyes, and the Yingying Sword on his waist was trembling. The sound of the sword chant caused the sword energy in the entire Jianchi Lake to steam!

“The Holy Master has returned to the human world again… Just a glimpse of him made him feel powerful.”

“The tenth realm… is still like an ant in front of the Holy Master.”

In the eyes of the old sword master, sword intent surged.

“Twelve realms?”

“Is it really the Twelve Realms?”

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Five hundred miles outside Lin’an Prefecture, there is an ancient temple in the mountains, named Lanke.

The ancient bell in the temple rang, and the sound seemed to span time. In the solemn temple, an ancient Buddha opened his eyes.

In the Ganye Temple, majestic hearts and minds are intertwined. There are figures of men and women that are indistinguishable. The whole body is filled with the light of the seven-color Heart Sword, looking at the holy mountain.

In Lianhua Temple, countless monks wearing red cassocks sit and chant the Buddha’s name together. In the center, on a golden lotus platform, there is a monk covered in gold. His eyes are like fire, and he puts his palms together. He looked towards the Seventh Mountain, towards the man who seemed to be walking back from the stars.

“The Holy Master has returned to the human world, and I, the Tathagata, should also return.”

“In troubled times, may the light of Buddha fill the world.”

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The imperial city in Lin’an Prefecture.

On Phoenix Mountain, among the imperial mausoleums.

The emperor of the Zhao family was walking slowly on the corridor, and flames were rising on both sides.

Wearing an imperial robe, he walked quietly among the imperial mausoleums in Phoenix Mountain.

“The Holy Master has returned to the world, and the Seventh Mountain will be opened. Now the Seventh Mountain promises to have the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire to fight for it… The Holy Mountain may give up on the Zhao Dynasty…”

The emperor of the Zhao family murmured.

His words echoed in the quiet imperial mausoleum.

Vaguely, deep within the imperial mausoleum, there was a majestic energy that was slowly awakening.

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Canglang River.

There are a series of military tents. Li Youan, dressed in white, is sitting in the tent, looking at the sword with a lamp on. The sword light is flowing and the stars are shining brightly.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the gray sky in the distance. He could see the phantoms of seven mountains towering high in the world, as if they were soaring into the sky, becoming pillars of heaven on earth.

“An Le really did it, talk to the Holy Master.”

“I also chose Fusong Mountain…what a nostalgic little guy.”

A soft and expectant smile appeared on Li Youan’s face.

He was looking forward to Anle gaining something from this conversation with the Holy Master.

This burning spark can be assisted by the wind and truly start a prairie fire!

Middle-earth needs a fire of nirvana.

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Yuanmeng Dadu.

The surging dragon veins, like an earth dragon turning over, all gathered in this majestic city.

In the city, Emperor Yuan Meng was naked from the waist down. The dragon veins on his body seemed to be engraved on his body, making his body feel like it was shattering the void just by the movement of his energy and blood.

When the six holy mountains extradited Fusong Mountain, which was chosen by Anle.

Emperor Yuanmeng suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be eight dragon veins surging among the two children, roaring with filial piety.

“Holy Master!”

Murmured.

Taking a deep breath, the rolling force of the eight dragon veins outside Sui Yuanmeng’s capital became smaller and smaller, and finally… they completely lay on the ground motionless. Indistinctly, the entire Middle Earth seemed to darken at this moment.

And the aura of Emperor Yuan Meng was rising steadily, getting higher and stronger!

However, when it reached the highest point, it seemed as if it had hit a mountain and was difficult to break through.

Finally, all the breath returns to the body.

“It’s a pity that we still couldn’t break through the mountain that spans the ten realms. After all, there are only eight dragon veins, one less than one.”

“The ninth dragon vein is hidden in the palace that has been buried for thousands of years in Lishan. It’s time to open this dormant palace…”

“Refining the ninth dragon vein, the lone general will make the Nine Cauldrons of the world reappear in the world. It will surely become the second eleventh realm in the world in ten thousand years!”

“When I introduce you, I will definitely ask the Saint Master if he is really above the eleventh realm!”

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Fusong Mountain.

The starlight began to gradually disappear, dissipating bit by bit.

A slight rain, gently falling.

A figure with an ordinary face, but one that An Le could never remember, appeared next to the big stone. He took the flask full of old rice wine from An Le’s hand with a smile, and took a sip with a smile.

“There are so many people who talk to me, but you are the only one who brings wine to drink with me, and you still bring such an ordinary wine.”

“A sip of wine and a taste of the fireworks in the world.”

“Very good.”

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