Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit - #173 - Chapter 173: An old friend left Taimiao Lane in the west. He left Lin'an as a young man and the

The morning light in Lin’an City is as beautiful as ever, with light clouds floating high in the sky, warm sunshine pouring down on the world, the air not dry, and the smoke of fireworks interweaving along the long streets.

Lying on the rocking chair, I quietly watched the people coming and going on Qingbo Street. The children in the residents’ houses in the alleys were laughing and playing together. They were running in the late spring air. Their crystal-black eyes were full of curiosity and curiosity about strange things. Yearning is filled with the vitality and vitality of rising life.

Often when seeing such a picture, people can’t help but think of the wantonness and freedom they once had when they were young.

Zhao Huangting, as the old imperial uncle of the Great Zhao Dynasty, lived for a long time. He was very prosperous and romantic in the first half of his life. He inherited the cultivation talent of the ancestor of the Zhao family and was as dazzling as a pearl when he was young.

He had the heart of a chivalrous man, and he did not indulge in arrogance and luxury because of his royal status. He changed his name and traveled around the world.

He had been to the vast grasslands where the Yuan-Meng Empire originated, to Dali to see the star-studded night sky, and to Xiliang where he saw the great evil in the world. Indignant, he drew his sword and killed a man whose blood flowed like a river.

He climbed Yunjin Mountain and saw the purple golden lotus in the lotus pond.

He visited the Zhenwu Temple in Qingcheng Mountain and challenged Taoism Daozi in the temple.

He ferries on the Canglang River and forges swords in the Jianchi Lake.

He also set foot on Kunpeng Mountain and discussed swordsmanship with the thousand-year-old demon.

It can be said that the glory of the first half of his life was due to Zhao Huangting’s temperament as a swordsman who was willing to take revenge, but he was a member of the Zhao royal family after all. When Zhao Tianyan ordered him to move south, Zhao Huangting chose to move south.

During the battle of moving south, Zhao Huangting had a three-sword fight with Emperor Yuanmeng. In that battle, Emperor Yuanmeng’s power was deeply engraved in Zhao Huangting’s heart.

On the one hand, because of the power of Emperor Yuanmeng, and on the other hand, the reluctance caused by the move of Zhao Dynasty to the south was intertwined in his heart, which made him sink in the Ancestral Temple for too long.

Wanting to break through the nine realms and set foot on the tenth realm may be due to a lack of mental state, but also because it is becoming more and more difficult to break through the tenth realm. In the Ancestral Temple, he still failed to break through until the end of his life. .

Although he felt regretful, Zhao Huangting was now very open-minded.

He no longer had his emotions fluctuated by these things.

At the end of his life, he felt that he had lived a wonderful life.

After seeing a genius like An Le, he also went north to challenge Emperor Yuanmeng and have a good fight.

In fact, he should have died in that battle, but in the end, not only did he not die, he even returned from the north and returned to Lin’an Mansion, where he was able to spend the last part of his life in the Ancestral Temple, accompanied by his confidante. .

For him, this was enough.

The purple golden lotus between his eyebrows began to become darker and darker. Zhao Huangting knew that his time was running out. This time, he would really die, and his longevity would be exhausted in a mortal way.

But he was very open-minded.

Su Muzhe was beside him, holding the crumpled book in his hands, pursed his lips, and the sadness on his face was difficult to hide. Even if she wanted to let Zhao Huangting see her optimistic attitude, she couldn’t.

Zhao Huangting held her hand, with continued tenderness in his eyes: “Don’t be too sad, life is the beginning of a journey. During this journey, I have been smooth and happy. Now that the journey has come to an end, let nature take its course. , No regrets, this life for me, Zhao Huangting, is enough.”

“Mu Zhe, listen to me. As the palace master of Jianchi Palace, you still have a good chance of reaching the ten realms. You have this luck. After I leave, you have to protect Anle. This boy has an extraordinary ability to cause trouble. , while protecting him, you will definitely find an opportunity to set foot in the Ten Realms.”

Zhao Huangting’s voice was gentle. Zhao Huangting felt very lucky for this woman who was still with him at the end of his life.

“I know that Anle is the person that the teacher values ​​​​and the entire Jianchi Palace is betting on him. Naturally, I will try my best to help Anle. His talent is already obvious. Now he has become the mountain master of the seventh mountain. In the future It’s limitless, don’t worry, don’t worry about him too much.”

Su Muzhe said, facing Zhao Huangting’s thoughts, her eyes couldn’t help but become hazy. Even though she was hundreds of years old, she still couldn’t bear this separation.

The tears rolling in her eyes fell involuntarily and hit the back of Zhao Huangting’s hand that was holding her palm, bursting into pieces.

One drop after another, the color blends in circles.

Zhao Huangting raised his hand and wiped away the tears on the woman’s cheek.

“You are already the Lord of the First Palace, why do you still like to cry so much? When you were traveling in the world, I remember that you were injured and you would cry non-stop, moaning and making a lot of noise.”

Zhao Huangting said with a smile.

Su Muzhe recalled that she used to love crying. At that time, she was not the female sword fairy respected by everyone in Jinguan City. She was just an ordinary young girl who had entered the world. She had never killed anyone and was afraid of pain. Normal?

A hint of exhaustion gradually appeared on Zhao Huangting’s face: “After I leave, there is no need to tell Anle. If he finds out, he will definitely go to Lin’an. It will be very dangerous for him to set foot in Lin’an now.”

“Although he has become the Lord of the Seventh Mountain, he has also exposed his identity as the cauldron bearer. Zhao Tianyan will definitely not miss the opportunity to kill him.”

“In fact, Li Youan told me a long time ago that Anle might be the one to change the destiny of Middle-earth. On the cliff of Fusong Mountain, he obtained the future sword energy left by the Saint Master in the world. He has seen the future, He has the ability to change the future.”

“Perhaps this is because Li You’an was willing to send the Tiger Talisman of the Flying Tiger Army to An Le in one fell swoop despite being disappointed and angry with the Great Zhao, and An Le… has also had this intention for a long time.”

“So, with his current status, once he enters Lin’an, Zhao Tianyan will definitely not hold anything back.”

Zhao Huangting said softly that this was one of the reasons why he didn’t want Anle to say goodbye.

It was also the reason why the Seventh Mountain moved mountains, but he didn’t want to send An Le off. In his current state, as soon as he saw An Le, he knew that his time was running out and he would go to Lin’an to see him off for the last time.

Zhao Huangting did not want to put Anle in such danger.

Su Muzhe nodded, she understood Zhao Huangting’s thoughts.

“As for Great Zhao, it will be destroyed when it is time to be destroyed. This is the destiny of the world. You don’t need to interfere too much. You only need to follow Anle’s footsteps and break through to the tenth realm.”

“My unfulfilled thoughts, Mu Zhe, please help me.”

Su Muzhe’s tears couldn’t stop flowing, and he couldn’t stop nodding his head.

“I can, I understand.”

A smile suddenly appeared on Zhao Huangting’s tired face. The smile was bright and sunny. Bathed in the rising sun, it was as if a warm stove was warming his body and mind.

“That’s good…you don’t have to see the fall of Zhao, and you don’t have to be in a dilemma because of it.”

“Good.”

Zhao Huangting slowly closed his eyes and gently patted the back of Su Muzhe’s hand.

Slowly, the movement stopped.

His cheeks were bathed in the morning sun, and the smile on his face was frozen in time.

As if bathed in the morning light, going into a deep sleep.

Su Muzhe stopped crying, and her face returned to a serious look. She took out her palm, pulled the wool blanket towards the old man, then leaned down and kissed the old man’s forehead gently.

Outside Lin’an Mansion.

The bells of Lanke Temple rang, melodiously.

At the end of Qingbo Street, a monk from Lanke Temple wearing cassocks walked side by side with Fourth Master Lin and walked slowly.

The two came to the Ancestral Temple.

Su Muzhe stood up slowly and bowed slightly.

Su Muzhe walked out of the Ancestral Temple before Fourth Master Lin set foot there.

The monk clasped his palms together.

Soon.

In the Ancestral Temple, the chanting of scriptures rang out.

Rebirth in the name of the Sutra.

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There was no rain in Lin’an City today, but for half a day suddenly the sky was covered with clouds, and raindrops began to fall on the earth. Every drop of rain seemed to contain a bit of sadness.

Literary Academy.

The rain hit the banana trees, making a muffled sound.

The second wife Pang Ji was sitting cross-legged under the hut, reading a book. Suddenly he put down the book in his hand and listened to the sound of the Purana Sutra lingering in the drizzle. Pang Ji was stunned for a moment, and there was a sudden look on his old face. Just older.

“The beginning of the end of an era slowly begins.”

“Too many people will die, and too many people don’t want to die. They all want to fight for a chance.”

“The death of Zhao Huangting and the opening of the curtain of the beginning coincided with the opening of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor in Lishan… A bloody storm is coming.”

Pang Ji let out a breath, his eyes drooped on his old face.

The relationship between him and Zhao Huangting was not very good, and it was not as good as the relationship between Wang Banshan and Zhao Huangting, the third wife.

However, at this moment, Pang Ji still stood up and walked to the courtyard, looking at the rain-beaten bananas and his Confucian shirt flying in the wind and rain.

He held his fists in a scholarly manner and bowed.

“Go well.”

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Qin Xiangfu.

Qin Lishi could suddenly feel that a large part of Zhao’s destiny seemed to have collapsed at this moment, as if its foundation had been shaken.

This made him a little confused. Could it be that… the moving of the Seventh Mountain could actually bring about such turbulence in Zhao’s luck?

Just for a moment, it seemed like a big piece was missing.

Qin Lishi looked at the cool raindrops floating in the dusk clouds above Lin’an City, and his heart trembled slightly.

The chanting of the Purana Sutra floated from the long street.

Qin Lishi was stunned, as if he understood why the national destiny of the Zhao Dynasty suddenly collapsed.

Old Uncle Emperor, gone.

From the death of Zhao Taizu, who failed to break through the longevity limit, to the succession of Zhao Tianyan, the great Zhao royal family had only a handful of outstanding descendants. Zhao Huangting, the old uncle of the emperor, was considered to be an astoundingly talented member of the Zhao royal family.

For a long time, Zhao Tianyan had placed high hopes on him, hoping that he could break into the Ten Realms and become the pillar of Zhao, which would bring great relief to Zhao.

It is not that there are no Ten Realms in Da Zhao, such as Tianshi Mansion, Jianchi Palace and even Zhenwu Temple. In fact, they all belong to the cultivation forces within the Great Zhao Dynasty. However, Zhao Tianyan has no chance to dispatch these strong Ten Realms. If it were the former Zhao Taizu Yes, but when Zhao Tianyan chose to move the huge Zhao south…

He lost the qualification to dispatch these ten realm strong men.

Needless to say about Jianchi Palace, the old sword master didn’t even show his face and looked down upon him at all.

The attitude of the owner of the Zhenwu Temple is ambiguous. The old Tianshi of Tianshi Mansion is the most likely to help Da Zhao. However, Tianshi Mansion has great ambitions and wants to become the state religion of Da Zhao.

But if Tianshi Mansion becomes the state religion, then the masters of Zhenwu Temple may not agree, so Zhao Tianyan keeps pushing.

However, now that the Imperial Master’s Office has also given up on Da Zhao, this makes Zhao Tianyan very depressed and angry.

Of course he knew that the reason why the pull failed was because of the variable An Le.

The second prince Zhao Pei was killed by Anle outside Lin’an City, which meant that the close connection between Da Zhao and Tianshi Mansion was cut off. In addition, Zhao Tianyan even coveted the thousand-year-old purple golden lotus, which made Tianshi Mansion turn against him.

Therefore, Zhao Tianyan had hoped for a while that his old uncle could step into the Ten Realms. Unfortunately, such a brilliant person from the royal family of Da Zhao still failed to take the step that changed his fate.

Qin Lishi looked at the rain outside the window. He sat on a chair and watched for a long time.

Then he got up and walked towards the direction of the imperial city.

He believed that the emperor of the Zhao family should also be able to sense the death of Zhao Huangting.

The death of Zhao Huangting is not a big deal now, but for some people, it is not a small matter.

…

The emperor of the Zhao family walked in the corridor between the palaces, and the breeze blew on his face, bringing a little coolness mixed with raindrops.

The new Diao Si followed quietly behind him and respectfully poured him a pot of warm Zui Liuxia, with a rich aroma of wine.

The emperor of the Zhao family held up a cup, drinking and strolling along the corridor of the palace.

The moving of the Seventh Mountain made him stop his retreat, and the opening of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor made him feel uneasy.

The Mausoleum of the First Emperor was opened by the Yuan Meng Emperor. It is rumored that there is an opportunity to impact the eleventh realm in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. If the Yuan Meng Emperor gets this opportunity, then in the future… this huge world must be ruled by the Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng is different from the Great Zhao. There are two people in the Tenth Realm in Yuan Meng. Needless to say, the Yuan Meng Emperor is the best in the world and overlooks the world.

The other one is the King of Yang Di, who is also in the Tenth Realm. Although he is much worse than the Yuan Meng Emperor, and he entered the Tenth Realm with the help of the Yuan Meng Emperor, those who can enter the Tenth Realm are naturally amazing.

If you don’t have the ability to enter the Tenth Realm, even the Yuan Meng Emperor can’t force you to reach the Tenth Realm.

The two Ten Realms of Yuan Meng are closely related to Yuan Meng. If a war breaks out, both will fight for Yuan Meng without hesitation, which is difficult for other countries to match.

Even in Xiliang, the emperor of Xiliang entered the Ten Realms at the cost of becoming a demon, but the other Ten Realms is the Lord of Hell, and may not obey the orders of the emperor of Xiliang.

It can be said that among all the countries, although Da Zhao has peerless generals and a powerful army, it is ultimately too empty without the Ten Realms.

Dali has the Star-Picking State Master and the Supreme Elder of the Star-Picking Sect. The Star-Picking Sect supports the imperial power, making Dali and Da Zhao very different.

In comparison, Zhao Tianyan felt that he had never regretted letting Da Zhao move south, and even felt that it was a very smart decision. Without this decision, Da Zhao might have been destroyed by Yuan Meng long ago.

Just as the emperor of the Zhao family was tasting the fine wine, the sound of monks chanting Buddhist scriptures from Lan Ke Temple floated in the dark.

This voice made his eyes waver slightly, so Qin Lishi tore through the rain curtain and walked across the white jade square.

“Your Majesty, the old uncle is gone.”

Qin Lishi said respectfully.

Zhao Tianyan heard this, but his face was very calm.

“He left. Although Zhao Huangting is a member of the royal family of the Great Zhao, he is oriented to outsiders. The bamboo sword Qingshan contains a big secret. It is the sword that carries the will of the First Emperor. I asked for it several times but never got it. In the end, Zhao Huangting gave it to Anle, who had nothing and was even an enemy of the Great Zhao. At that time, Anle’s cultivation was only at the second level.”

Zhao Tianyan said coldly, and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

There was resentment in his voice, which was resentment towards Zhao Huangting.

Now Anle has become a force to be reckoned with. He can kill the Yuanmeng Tianjiao Tie Lie who is at the peak of the Seventh Realm. He has become the master of the Seventh Mountain and has gained the loyalty of Li Youan’s Flying Tiger Army… He has even become a major concern for Zhao Tianyan. The Seventh Mountain has now moved away from the scope of Lin’an Prefecture. Although Zhao Tianyan is unwilling, he has no way to stop the Seventh Mountain from moving. The Holy Mountain Moving Mountains is the power of the Holy Mountain, which is allowed by the Holy Master. He dare not send a large army to attack the mountain directly, and can only watch Anle and the Seventh Mountain leave Lin’an Prefecture. In Zhao Tianyan’s view, Anle’s rise is inseparable from Zhao Huangting. The bamboo sword Qingshan is Anle’s great opportunity! Therefore, his resentment towards Zhao Huangting is natural. Qin Lishi naturally heard the resentment in the words of the Zhao family emperor, but he naturally did not come here to listen to Zhao Tianyan’s complaints. “Your Majesty, when Anle moved to the seventh mountain, Zhao Huangting did not go to see him off. Perhaps it was to prevent Anle from seeing that his time was coming, because he knew that if Anle knew that he was dead, he would definitely come to Lin’an to see him off for the last time.”

“I think we can make a big fuss about this and attract Anle to visit Lin’an. Zhao Huangting was very kind to Anle. When he was weak, Zhao Huangting taught Anle the bamboo sword of Zhu Qingshan, and taught him the sword moves of Ci Pai, and taught him to practice. He is considered a teacher.”

“If Anle knew that Zhao Huangting had died, The news of the fall, but never came to Lin’an… then naturally he can be publicized as an ungrateful, ruthless person. “

“Now that he is the one who carries the tripod, he naturally cannot bear such an insult. If he wants to gather a large force, such a stigma will make it much more difficult for him to gather a large force.”

“And if Anle really dares to come to Lin’an… Although Anle is now the master of the Seventh Mountain, because of his status as the one who carries the tripod, he also got the tiger talisman of Li Youan’s Flying Tiger Army and participated in the disputes in the world. He is not protected by the Holy Mountain. If he dares to come to Lin’an, he will never return!”

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Qin Lishi’s eyes flashed brightly.

The collapse of Zhao’s luck today raised alarm in Qin Lishi’s heart. If Anle is allowed to grow, Zhao’s luck will only become weaker and weaker.

If this continues, even if Qin Lishi becomes the Grand Master of Zhao and shares the national destiny of Zhao, he will not be able to use this national destiny to improve himself.

As for the Mausoleum of the First Emperor… Qin Lishi did not dare to go there.

Who knows what kind of crisis exists in the mausoleum. Qin Lishi has not yet faced the end, and he still has the courage to drag on.

The fate of the country of Zhao is the fortune of Qin Lishi, and it is his great opportunity to enter the ten realms.

The more prosperous the country’s destiny is, the better it will be for him!

No wonder those who serve as officials and hold high positions in the dynasty will work hard for the country. It turns out that the strength of the country is closely related to their own strength.

The emperor of the Zhao family narrowed his eyes and looked at the cold rain.

Qin Lishi’s words made a look of thought appear on his face.

“Will An Le come?”

“Zhao Huangting is already dead after all. He just came to see the dead Zhao Huangting. How could Anle put himself in such a crisis?”

Qin Lishi smiled and said: “Anle will come. This son once said that a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring… He is a man who values ​​love and justice. Zhao Huangting has been very kind to him, so he will not fail to come.” ”

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Zhao Huangting’s death did not cause too many waves.

In this world, people are dying every moment. Some people die because of accidents, some people die because of deadlines, some people die because of war…

The ways of death are different, but the ending is the same, death.

Moreover, the era of Zhao Huangting has passed and has been silent for five hundred years. Although he went north to the capital of Yuanmeng and burned Nirvana to fight against the Emperor of Yuanmeng and gained a reputation, it was just like a flash in the pan.

The deadline is approaching for the Nine Realms, and before entering the Ten Realms, naturally not many people will pay attention.

However, this will not be the case for people or things that one cares about.

In the land of Shu, Jinguan City.

Hundreds of miles away, among the continuous mountains, the Seventh Mountain is located here.

The shadow of the Mountain and River Cauldron in the sky slowly dissipated, and the scene of the mountains and rivers intertwined with the fortune in the Mountain and River Cauldron also began to disappear without a trace.

The world returned to calm, and there was silence in the mountains.

On the top of the seventh mountain, An Le stood calmly, his mind unable to rise and fall for a long time. He was immersed in the impact of the visions intertwined in the mountain and river cauldron and helping to move the mountain.

Moving in space is a very powerful method.

At least, what Anle can know is that it is impossible for the Nine Realm experts to move in space. Wandering in space is naturally the fastest and most powerful method.

The Sixth Mountain Master once used Mo Chi to move thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but that did not involve space, it was more like a positioning sword technique, which was very different from simply traveling in space.

Therefore, in the nine realms of peace and happiness, no one can travel in space.

I don’t know if Ten Realms can do it.

Anle integrated the mountain and river tripod into his body, and Anle felt that he might be able to conduct research in this aspect.

In the art of war, the fusion is naturally not just a simple weapon, but also integrates some functions of the weapon magic weapon with itself to form a physical magical power before it can be called a weapon master.

The mountain wind howls.

On the seventh mountain, the soul clones of several mountain masters fell one after another. Even the sixth mountain master came in the form of soul clones.

Anle stopped thinking and clasped his fists towards the soul clones of several mountain masters: “Thank you, brothers and sisters.”

Several mountain owners smiled and waved.

“Junior brother, now the Seventh Mountain has completed the task of moving the mountain. It will be fixed here and cannot continue to move the mountain.”

“Our mission has been completed. Junior brother will walk on his own for the rest of the journey. If you are free, you can come to the Holy Mountain to chat with us.”

“Junior brother, you integrate the art of war and the mountain and river cauldron into your body. You will definitely need the mountain and river cauldron in the future. When you need fusion, come on. We are not qualified to refine the mountain and river cauldron inside the holy mountain. You If it can be refined and integrated, it will be a blessing in the world.”

The mountain masters spoke one after another, and their soul clones vaguely began to dissipate like stars, unable to stay any longer.

Apparently, the mountain-moving had consumed most of the power of their soul clones.

Anle cupped his fists and bowed, solemnly thanking several mountain masters.

The second mountain master Su Zhanxian, the third mountain master Wen Lushang, the fourth mountain master Li Xuanji, the fifth mountain master Gu Haitang, etc. all responded with smiles and clasped their fists towards Anle.

In the end, they all dissipated between heaven and earth.

The soul clone of the Sixth Mountain Lord took a deep look at Anle and said coolly: “I’ll keep an eye on you.”

As soon as the words fell, the soul clone disappeared.

Maintaining his coolness as always.

A figure fell gracefully. The old sword master was dressed in linen, with the Shadow Sword hanging on his waist, and his hair was gray.

He landed on the top of the seventh mountain and looked at An Le with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

“Unexpectedly, An Xiaoyou has reached such a stage in just a short period of time. He has reached the six realms with dual cultivation, and even became the master of the seventh mountain and a disciple of the saint master. He is very powerful.”

The old sword master smiled heartily.

He had always been very optimistic about Anle. When Anle rang the sword bell thirty-six times, he understood that what the Jianchi Palace, now in a state of flux, needed was Anle.

Anle had never entered Jianchi Palace, so he was not considered a disciple of Jianchi Palace. However, the old sword master boldly bet the entire Jianchi Palace on Anle.

Now it seems that this bet is beginning to gradually pay off.

“Senior.” Anle naturally saw the old sword master and clasped his fists with a smile.

For this one of the ten realms in the world, Anle was given due respect. From him, Anle could feel the power of the will of heaven and earth. The emperor’s stone figurines once told Anle the secrets of the ten realms. The reason why the ten realms are called To be in the ten realms is to control the will of heaven and earth and control a great road.

The old sword master stroked his beard and smiled, standing on the seventh mountain, admiring the scenery of the seventh mountain.

The admiration in his eyes became more and more intense. He looked at Anle carefully and naturally noticed the difference in Anle’s body.

The physical body seems to contain the Qi of the Mountain and River Cauldron.

The eyes of the old sword master surged with strange color: “I have climbed the holy mountain in the early years and communicated with many mountain owners. Each holy mountain hides a mountain and river tripod given by the holy master. Now you, the seventh mountain’s mountain and river tripod, The cauldron qi machine is not in the mountain, but in your body. You integrated the mountain and river cauldron into your body? “

Anle naturally didn’t find it strange that a strong man in the Tenth Realm could notice the difference in him.

The aura of the Mountain and River Cauldron is so special, and it is normal for it to be sensed. Of course, this also shows from the side that Anle has not yet mastered the practice of “Jiuding Bingzhu Jing”.

If he could contain the aura of the Mountain and River Cauldron, he would truly be able to make a name for himself in the body-building process.

However, it has just begun, and his future is still far away.

Anle didn’t hide anything and briefly talked about Rong’s art of war.

The old sword master didn’t take it seriously at first, but… as he listened, the smile on the old man’s face gradually faded, and a strong look of solemnity and excitement appeared.

“The Art of War…”

The old sword master murmured.

He felt Anle’s transformed body, and his heart couldn’t help but surge.

“This method…is very suitable for Jianchi Palace! Jianchi Palace is the best sword-making place in the world. With Jianchi Lake here, the probability of the disciples of Jianchi Palace forging swords is greatly increased.”

“And every swordsmith in Jianchi Palace has an inseparable bond with swords and is extremely suitable for the Fusion of Arms. They will definitely be able to master and master the Fusion of Arms more easily than ordinary practitioners when they practice the Fusion of Arms!”

Although the old sword master had just heard Anle’s description of the Fusion of War Art for the first time, he had already started countless deductions in Yuanshen, combining the Fusion of War Art with the practice of the disciples of Jianchi Palace, and finally came up with a formula that can Bringing the conclusion of overall transformation to Jianchi Palace!

Anle… is indeed the opportunity of Jianchi Palace!

Those who can ring the sword bell thirty-six times have an inseparable bond with Jianchi Palace.

Everything in heaven and earth has its own destiny!

However, the old sword master did not talk much about this topic at this moment. After all, the Art of War was created by Anle. Even if he knew that it was very useful to the disciples of Jianchi Palace, he could not force it if Anle did not want it.

“I felt that the Seventh Mountain was moving, so I made it from the lake. After leaving Jianchi Lake, I felt that a big change had occurred in the North. The ancient tomb in Lishan Mountain was opened. That ancient tomb was The tomb of the eternal emperor contains great opportunities. Although I am in the tenth realm, I will not live forever. The end is approaching. This time I leave the lake and go to the ancient tomb. “

The old sword master said with a smile.

An Le was not surprised when he heard that the ancient tomb of the First Emperor was opened and most of those whose time was approaching would give it a try, even the old sword master.

“Senior, you have to be careful when entering the mausoleum with the tenth level of cultivation.” Anle reminded, but he didn’t remind him too much.

The old sword master looked at An Le, and he was still quite clear-headed about An Le’s reminder.

The bamboo sword Qingshan in An Le’s hand had shown its splendor before Yuanmeng Dadu in the North, and the will of the peerless emperor was revealed in it. Therefore, he valued An Le’s reminder.

“Thank you Mr. An for the reminder. I should be very vigilant. Although I am in the tenth realm, I am only a body-forging land immortal. I have never set foot on Nirvana in refining gods. If I meet Emperor Yuanmeng, the chance of winning is less than 10%. Naturally Be more vigilant.”

The old sword master smiled and laughed at himself.

The two chatted in the mountains. The old sword master valued Anle very much, so he knew all about Anle’s issues.

“Senior, with your ten realms of cultivation, can you travel through space?”

Anle asked curiously.

He knew that the Nine Realms were naturally unable to achieve spatial movement like the Seventh Mountain.

What about the Ten Realm Land Immortals?

Can a strong man who claims to control the will of heaven and earth and control a great road do it?

The old sword master was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the seventh mountain’s move across thousands of miles. It was a move that directly broke into the space and then moved out of it, hence the confusion.

He thought for a while, raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a wisp of sword energy grew. The sword energy was like wind and waves, spinning faster and faster, becoming more and more powerful!

In the end, the air was distorted, and a black crack even emerged.

“This is a crack in space. When a cultivator of the Tenth Realm operates a certain skill to the extreme, he can break the space, but… the space is chaotic and disorderly, like a mass of chaos. Even if it is as powerful as Emperor Yuanmeng, the two At the peak of the Tenth Realm, one can easily break through space, but it is impossible to achieve space walking. “

“First of all, the strength of the physical body does not allow it. Secondly… breaking the space and entering the space. Without a sense of direction, it is naturally impossible to move. In the space, the power of the space will continue to consume the practitioner’s strength. Once the strength is consumed to the If it falls below the level of breaking the space, it will even be trapped in the space forever. Without energy supply… it will sink into it forever. “

“So traveling through space is very dangerous and cannot be done in the Ten Realms.”

The old sword master said.

The Ten Realms can break the space and enter the space, but… they cannot travel in the space.

An Le thoughtfully asked, if his physical body is strong enough and he uses the Mountain and River Cauldron to provide range assistance, can he… be able to travel in space?

However, I am just thinking about it now. There is still a long way to go before we can truly turn theory into practice.

Just when Anle and the old sword master were laughing and talking.

An Le’s clothes as white as snow suddenly started to float, and the bamboo sword Qingshan on his waist began to tremble violently.

The sword energy screams for a long time, which has a hidden meaning of sadness!

Anle’s expression changed slightly.

The old sword master stroked his beard and stared: “There are only two reasons why a sword screams. One is that the sword is about to break, and the other is that the person holding the sword dies.”

“The sword is not broken now, and Mr. An’s aura is strong. It doesn’t look like he has fallen. It may be that the former sword holder has fallen, which caused the sword to wail.”

The old sword master’s words made Anle’s heart gradually become heavy.

He suddenly thought that today the Seventh Mountain Moves Mountain, Su Muzhe, the master of Jianchi Palace, did not seem to bring Zhao Huangting to say goodbye to him.

An Leben didn’t pay much attention to it, just wondering where Su Muzhe and Zhao Huangting went to enjoy the rest of their lives.

But at this moment, Qingshan was wailing, and Anle couldn’t help but feel a touch of sadness in his heart.

Scenes appeared before his eyes.

That was the scene of getting acquainted with Zhao Huangting, moving to the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane for the first time, seeing the old man visiting for the first time, talking about painting with the old man, and painting bamboo for the old man…

The old man later swept the formation for him, burned the fire of Nirvana, and led him out of Lin’an City.

Then he and the old man took the sword and went north to the capital of Yuan and Meng…

During the heavy rain, he carried the old man on his back and fled all the way back south from Yuanmeng Dadu.

Every scene appeared and surged before his eyes like a scene of time.

Holding the bamboo sword Qingshan, Anle felt extremely heavy in his heart.

“Senior Zhao…is gone.”

Anle’s voice was low.

When the old sword master heard this, he also fell silent. Although he had never been very fond of Zhao Huangting, that was because Zhao Huangting abducted his precious apprentice.

But when he really heard the news of Zhao Huangting’s death, the old sword master felt very sorry.

Zhao Huangting…a generation of genius among the Zhao royal family.

It’s a pity that he fell before the ten realms after all.

It can be said that Zhao Huangting was the biggest victim of the southward migration. The retreat of the southward movement and the three-sword duel with Emperor Yuanmeng were very heroic, but it left Zhao Huangting with an obsession and a thorn in his heart. The obsession to fight with Emperor Yuanmeng again, but his cultivation was not enough and he had not yet broken through the ten realms, so Zhao Huangting did not dare to go to the capital of Yuanmeng.

This formed an endless loop, which eventually… wore away Zhao Huangting’s spirit, and made regrets accompany Zhao Huangting for the rest of his life.

Although in the end, Zhao Huangting still went north to fight Emperor Yuanmeng, but that feat was only achieved at the cost of igniting the fire of Nirvana and burning out his life and hope.

“Xiao Zhao…what a pity.”

“However, the fact that he can pass on Qingshan to you still shows that he has great foresight.”

The old sword master said.

Anle held the bamboo sword Qingshan, feeling the sadness of the sword. The sadness in his heart made him hold the sword with strength.

Why didn’t Zhao Huangting say goodbye to him?

Anle thought about it carefully and understood the reason. It seemed that he was unwilling to let Anle enter Lin’an again. After all, his status was different now. Once he entered Lin’an, the emperor of the Zhao family would do his best to stay.

When the identity of the Lord of the Holy Mountain has no effect, Anle will definitely face a crisis like a dragnet if he dares to enter Lin’an.

Zhao Huangting was thinking about his well-being before he died.

Anle couldn’t help but feel sad. Zhao Huangting and him were both teachers and friends, but Anle couldn’t see him for the last time.

At the thought of this, Anle felt a little clogged in his heart.

The wind on the mountain is slightly cool, and it can’t help but feel bitingly cold.

Anle stood on the top of the mountain, a bit lonely, and the mournful cry of the bamboo sword and green mountain resounded throughout the world.

Zhao Huangting has been holding the sword Qingshan for five hundred years. Swords and people have emotions. Although Zhao Huangting has never truly discovered the secret of Qingshan, Qingshan is not an ordinary sword after all.

An Le let go of his hand, and the sword energy intertwined on the green mountain, like a dragon entwining around it, constantly flying over the seventh mountain.

Anle looked at Qingshan blankly.

Pictures from the past appeared in his eyes.

“When I took your painting, didn’t I promise to give you a sword? Therefore, I rushed early this morning to give you the sword.”

The old man’s voice and smile still appeared before his eyes.

Then he saw the old man taking off the broken bamboo sword from his waist and handing it over.

The spring rain is lonely, and a few raindrops roll on the bamboo sword.

The picture is like condensed smoke, strands intertwined in front of the eyes, An Le closes his eyes and thinks about it, feeling sad.

Suddenly, Anle opened his eyes, raised his hand and made a move. The bamboo sword swept back from Qingshan, fell into Anle’s hand, and was solemnly hung on his waist.

“I’ll take you to give Senior a ride.”

Anle said softly.

The bamboo sword has a spirit, and it has gradually ceased to sing.

Even if it is very dangerous to go to Lin’an City, even if he knows that Zhao Huangting does not want to go there in peace, it is for his own good and for his sake.

But it is very rare to have a year-long friendship in this world.

Only by sending each other on a journey can the thoughts be understood.

The old sword master was standing aside, seeing Anle regaining control of the green mountains. He had just left Lin’an and was about to enter Lin’an again. A complex color flashed in his eyes, but there was a bit of appreciation in the complexity.

An Le, who attaches great importance to love and justice, at least made it clear to the old sword master that if he bets and entrusts Jianchi Palace to Anle, Anle will not lose money to Jianchi Palace, and will not let the disciples of Jianchi Palace suffer big losses.

“Mr. An, you are now a cauldron bearer. Now that you have entered Lin’an, with the Emperor Zhao’s fear of major crises, you will definitely want to nip crises like yours in the cradle.”

“Why don’t you let me give you a ride? It just so happens that I also go to see this brat Zhao Huangting for the last time. After all, this guy deceived my most precious disciple.”

The old sword master said with a smile.

Hearing this, Anle immediately clasped his fists and bowed, facing the mountain wind, and thanked the old sword master.

“As soon as I left Lin’an, I entered Lin’an again.”

“Even if Lin’an is already a dragon’s pond and a tiger’s den, I will take you once, and the emperor of the Zhao family will definitely lay out a trap waiting for you, but…”

“Let’s see if the old and dignified Land Immortal who accompanied you to Lin’an, the Emperor of the Zhao family… still dares to take action against you?!”

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