Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit - #309 - Chapter 309: The sword is buried with bells, the sword is like spirit, the old ape is in the sea of
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By the Jianchi Lake, frost grass is swaying and the breeze is gentle.
The blowing wind seemed to have shattered the glass, causing layers of wrinkles to appear on the mirror-like lake surface.
The old sword master and An Le walked by the lake, bathing in the breeze. The world was quiet, and there were gulls and herons flying with their wings and singing.
For the old sword master, the issue of peace and happiness is actually a bit beyond the realm of the realm. The third-level spiritual river… This is a realm and realm that the old sword master cannot touch.
The old sword master is obsessed with swords, but his spiritual level is not very high. He is a single-level breakthrough. He only reached the tenth level with his physical training, and now he has broken into the eleventh level with his physical training.
Although his mental strength is not high, as a sword cultivator, he has extremely strong sharpness.
The sword cultivator has a pure mind and a pure heart. He is as simple as a sword and straightforward. He has extremely strong restraint ability in the face of demons and demons.
In short, although sword cultivation does not cultivate the soul, the soul is purer.
The old sword master carries the Shadow Sword on his waist. Real sword cultivators like to wear their swords with them, rather than storing them in space magic weapons and taking them out during battles.
For example, Anle likes to wear the bamboo sword Qingshan, the old sword master likes to wear Chengying, and Li Youan likes to wear Qianbaidu. This is something that all sword cultivators have in common.
Of course, Wang Yansheng’s Changhe is not often worn because it is integrated into the arm bone, but the concept is the same.
“Sir, do you want to pursue the power to break the third-level spiritual river?”
The old sword master said.
“I really can’t put forward any opinions on this matter. After all… I’m not very mentally strong. If I forcefully propose it, it would be a little funny.”
“However, although sword cultivators do not cultivate their minds, in fact, every sword cultivator’s mind is very tough and is not easily destroyed or affected…perhaps, this can also be regarded as a kind of mind.”
The old sword master looked at Anle, with complex emotions in his eyes, and couldn’t help but say.
Unknowingly, Anle had grown to a point where he couldn’t even point it out.
Once upon a time, the young man that Zhao Huangting brought to the Sword Pool Palace was still a little guy who tried his best to resist the pressure of the Sword Bell. Now he has reached the third level of the spiritual river, and is trying to hit a spiritual realm that he can hardly imagine.
An Le broke off a frost grass. The frost grass was sharp and seemed to be breathing sword energy. Hearing the words of the old sword master, there was a hint of recognition in his eyes: “The sword cultivator is indeed determined, and the sword cultivator’s will is actually reflected in the sword.” In the weapon, even a weak sword cultivator will have an impact on the sword in his hand.”
“This is also the reason why Sword Bell was born.”
“What Sword Bell buries is the sword, but in fact, what is buried… is the sword cultivator’s will and obsession with the sword.”
Anle looked at the sword bell sitting on the stone platform. Around the sword bell, disciples from the Jianchi Palace sat cross-legged, thinking and meditating.
The old sword master was startled and smiled: “Young master is right, maybe… Sword Bell can give you some help at the spiritual level.”
The old sword master actually didn’t know much about the Sword Bell. After all, the Sword Bell had existed for a long time and was the place where countless sword cultivators buried their own swords before they died.
The meaning is very unusual, a mixture of various sword intentions, perhaps with different connotations at the spiritual level.
Anle looked at Jian Zhong and nodded.
The two of them then walked towards the sword bell.
The many disciples of Jianchi Palace who were sitting around the Sword Bell heard the sound of footsteps and couldn’t help but open their eyes from their cultivation state. When they saw the old sword master and An Le, each of them felt surprised and excited.
Whether it is Anle or the old sword master, they are both legendary figures in Jianchi Palace now.
One is the ancestor of Jianchi Palace, and the other is a genius who has repeatedly created miracles and is now famous all over the world, destroying the three kingdoms of Dali, Daliang and Dazhao.
Who could not be excited?
Anle slowly walked onto the sword bell platform, under the gaze of everyone.
The old sword master was dressed in linen, with flying white hair and a bright smile on his face, looking forward to it.
However, he did not have high expectations. Although Sword Bell was good, it was a bit difficult for the old sword master to say that it could help Anle break through the shackles of the third-level soul and reach a higher level.
The sword bell was as always, with an uneven surface, as if countless swords were burnt black, and the traces left by the melting of the swords could be vaguely seen on it.
Anle’s current physique is that of the Sword Ancestor Holy Body. It is more mysterious than the previous sword physique. It can easily resonate with the sword, and even the Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit is attracted by it.
How can sword bells be exempt from vulgarity?
As soon as Anle got closer, the sword bell made a muffled sound, and the bell wave spread, vibrating continuously, and resounded endlessly.
Every bell contains the understanding of the sword. It is the sword understanding of many sword cultivators who buried the sword in the sword bell. Now as the bell wave spreads, many disciples of Jianchi Palace feel like they have found a treasure. , sit cross-legged seriously and enter the stage of enlightenment.
From these bell waves, one can gain a lot of understanding of the way of swordsmanship, which will be of great help to improve one’s own cultivation.
The bell of the sword bell was loud and loud, like a huge stone smashed into a quiet lake, causing an uproar.
In a short time, the disciples of Jianchi Palace gathered around Jianzhong.
Their eyes fell on the young man in white who stood on the sword bell platform and stretched out his hand to touch the sword bell.
The young man wears an ink-colored sword on his waist. He is free and unrestrained, looking like a noble prince and an elegant scholar.
One by one, strong men learned the news and rushed over.
Wang Yansheng, who had just left, and the palace master Su Muzhe, as well as Wan Jieliu and other nine-level experts in Jianchi Palace.
Many sword-making masters rushed over with their shirtless bodies, their eyes burning, feeling the sword intention in Zhong Bo. This sword intention was also of great help to them in making swords.
“Teacher, sir, what is this?”
Su Muzhe has now set foot in the ten realms. The Sword Palace between his eyebrows is filled with swords, jingling and clanking. The whole thing is like a peerless sword furnace, with a very special temperament.
Wang Yansheng was also extremely curious: “Young master, have you resonated with Jian Zhong earlier? With your current state, Jian Zhong should be of very little help to you…”
The old sword master nodded, but then shook his head: “Young Master is stuck in a bottleneck at the spiritual level. He needs some inferences. The sword bell contains the sword intention that was forged after the death of countless sword cultivators. It may have some special meaning. Among them, there will be miraculous results.”
“Soul transformation? That young master should go to Ganye Temple.” Wang Yansheng said.
The old sword master glanced at Wang Yansheng: “Young Master’s spiritual journey has reached the third level. Ganye Temple… cultivates the Heart Sword, which is only at the second level at the highest level. It can’t help you much.”
Wang Yansheng: “…”
Take a breath.
Third level mind…
Why is the young master so awesome?
The young master suddenly pretended to be someone like him, Wang Yansheng, who may have stepped into the tenth realm mentally, but strictly speaking, he was just entering the first level.
It takes ten realms to condense the first-level spiritual power.
And Anle actually directly created the third-order spiritual river…
It is simply a monster among monsters, incomparable.
No wonder Anle’s combat power is so powerful. Not only is his physical body strong, but his mind is also terrifying. Only in this way can he control the extremely powerful physical body and not get lost in the power.
Winter winter winter!
The sound of the sword bell is rising steadily!
It almost broke through the clouds and shattered the flowing clouds. The sound waves spread and swept through the entire Jinguan City.
The entire Jianchi Lake fell into silence, with only the sound of bell waves spreading.
Everyone looked at the figure next to the sword bell with piety and enthusiasm. The figure closed his eyes, his white clothes were flying, and his palm was resting on the sword bell. On the whole sword bell, there seemed to be sword shadows one after another, densely packed. , like rain swords falling all over the sky, densely interweaving the sky!
Very gorgeous, very eye-catching!
Anle’s white clothes were fluttering and dancing in the strong wind. His black hair was strong, his eyes were closed, and the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows shone brightly, as if there was a rainbow contained in it, beating continuously.
His mind was beating at this moment, winding out like threads and connecting with every sword shadow floating above the sword bell.
In Anle’s telepathy, at this moment, every sword shadow contains fragments of changing images, which are the memories carried by the sword that grew up with the sword master, practiced together, or wandered together. picture.
This sword shadow gives Anle a unique and strange feeling.
Every sword shadow is like a wisp of time energy.
Of course, it is different from the normal time energy and cannot condense the time path fruit, but… it contains the mental images retained at the spiritual level.
This is naturally of great benefit to Anle.
To be honest, it was a little surprising. After all, Anle had never thought that Sword Bell could bring such benefits before.
Can be helpful on the spiritual level.
The sword shadows all over the sky were flickering and whistling, like a distorted picture formed by the stars suddenly turning around in the night sky. It was very strange.
The disciples of Jianchi Palace were unable to see this scene, but they could feel that the entire Jianchi Palace seemed to be filled with sword intent. If these sword intents could be comprehended by them, it would be of great benefit to their practice.
Of course, not everyone can’t see it…
The old swordsman Mai was hunting in the wind, his eyes slightly widened. A strong man in the eleventh realm had condensed his origin and had long had the ability to sense the world.
Neither Su Muzhe nor Wang Yansheng could see these sword shadows clearly, but the old sword master did it.
Incredibility was written all over his face.
The Yingying Sword on his waist was trembling constantly, and the sword intention contained in it flowed like water.
The sword cultivator’s sword intention… is actually a kind of spiritual power!
At this moment, the old sword master had some enlightenment.
It turns out that it’s not that sword cultivators don’t cultivate their souls, but because their own minds are very strong.
The old sword master had some enlightenment and actually sat down cross-legged. There were sword intentions floating around him. He also tried to capture the sword intentions floating in the sky and earth to strengthen his mind.
…
…
Anle did feel that the sword intent in the sky was somewhat similar to the spirit of time.
The sword intention contained in it all records the high-spirited scene of the sword cultivator holding the sword during his lifetime.
An Le sat cross-legged on the sword bell platform, closed his eyes, and his mind was flooded. He raised his hand and pointed it in the void, focusing on the sword shadows.
The shadow of the sword that was touched suddenly dispersed like a blue mist, and then reflected the heart on the screen.
Reflects the soul.
This sword intent clicked on, and the scene was turbulent.
There was a young swordsman who was traveling around the world. When he saw injustice on the road, he drew his sword to help him. He was very energetic and slayed evil spirits. He single-handedly attacked a group of gangsters with one sword and killed them in a bloody manner.
There was a young swordsman who was proud of himself, but was defeated by a powerful enemy and lost his sword-holding arm. He had no choice but to practice swordsmanship with one arm. He lived in seclusion in the mountains and practiced swordsmanship for decades. He became a master and then entered the world to kill powerful enemies and avenge his revenge.
A swordsman stood on the top of a mountain with a dagger in his hands, saying goodbye to his friends, then went straight to Kyoto alone, assassinated the faint king, and never returned.
…
Pictures after pictures, scenes of smoke and clouds.
Like a white horse passing through the gap, like quicksand on the fingertips, it reflects in Anle’s heart. All kinds of emotions and artistic conceptions related to the swordsman are presented.
Every swordsman has his own obsession and sword intention. Even though they die, their intention is integrated into the sword that accompanies them, and is buried with the sword.
All these thoughts were hidden in the sword bell, and only today are they inspired by Anle.
Perhaps these thoughts are not strong, the quality of the forged swords is not high, and even the swordsman holding the sword is not strong in cultivation.
However, the point is not these, but the will they left behind, which is a kind of spiritual power. When these powers are gathered together, they actually have extremely extraordinary effects.
Mind space.
An Le’s soul is sitting upright, with thousands of rays of light rising behind it. The long river of soul flows slowly in it, echoing the long river of time. As An Le looks at the shadow of the sword, there are star-like radiances one after another, from the space of the mind. It fell rapidly from outside and spread into the long river of the soul.
Slowly, in the long river of the soul, they gathered into a huge bell shadow.
The bell shadow is exactly the same as the sword bell, but it is a virtual shadow, but the manifestation of the sword’s intention!
However, at this moment, because there is too little sword intention flowing into the river of the soul, the shadow of the sword bell appears relatively thin, as if it is about to disperse at any time.
How many swords are buried in the sword bell? Each sword has a story. Their stories contain the sword owner’s own sword intention. These sword intentions are fermented and buried in the sword bell, and slowly the sword becomes… Zhong has undergone quite a transformation.
Anle admitted that he underestimated Jian Zhong.
Both are third-level treasures, and Anle doesn’t even feel that the sword bell is much weaker than the void armor he wears.
But now, he understands… The Sword Bell is not an ordinary third-level treasure, but a top-level magic weapon similar to the spiritual treasure.
The spiritual treasure… is extremely precious. Although the third-level spiritual treasure is not as good as the holy weapon, it is enough to be said to be the top of the treasures.
The river of soul is growing, which makes Anle a little happy. Maybe he can indeed push the river of soul into the holy level with the help of this sword bell.
However, this growth process is not fast, which makes Anle frown slightly.
In the Jianchi Palace.
It was quiet, everyone was sitting on the ground, enjoying this carnival feast of sword intent.
It can indeed be said to be a feast. The intertwining of sword intentions is such a blessing for sword cultivators. Almost all the disciples of Jianchi Palace are swordsmen and all belong to sword cultivators. Sword cultivators who can understand the sword intentions and those who cannot. There is a world of difference between sword cultivators who understand the meaning of the sword.
Not only is the difference in combat power, but also the difference in cultivation speed.
Now, everyone has the opportunity to capture and understand the sword’s meaning, which is naturally called a feast!
Even Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe were sitting cross-legged and practicing seriously.
Before you know it, five days have passed by in a blink of an eye.
The sword bells kept roaring, and the bell waves that exploded spread out, covering the entire Jinguan City, and even spread to the surrounding areas. Even Dali City and Jiangling City could hear the sound of the bell waves…
When the morning light of the fifth day breaks through the clouds and shines down.
Anle slowly opened her eyes.
There seemed to be endless pictures flickering in his eyes.
That was the picture left after he had observed many spiritual sword intentions. Soon, his eyes became clear, and his gaze looked very soft when looking at the sword bell.
Everyone around him was already awake and opened their eyes one after another, looking at An Le beside Jian Zhong, their faces full of respect and enthusiasm.
Su Muzhe, Wang Yansheng, Wan Jieliu and Old Sword Master and other powerful men in Jianchi Palace also woke up from their enlightenment state.
Understanding the meaning of the sword is a fleeting moment of inspiration, and five days is enough for them to complete it.
The aura of the old sword master became deeper, and he who had just stepped into the eleventh realm seemed to have become much more stable.
Wang Yansheng’s sword spirit was also rising and falling. He had just stepped into the realm of ten realms and three disasters, and even had the urge to attack the eleventh realm…
Of course, Wang Yansheng knew very well that this was just his illusion.
If he really tries to attack the Eleventh Realm, he is afraid… he will fail. When the time comes, his condition will be damaged, which will be a huge disadvantage.
“Son.”
When they saw Anle open their eyes and stand up.
Everyone clasped their fists in a bow and bowed respectfully.
Anle looked at them, smiled and nodded, his eyes sweeping across, shining brightly.
“It seems that you all have a good harvest…very good.”
Anle smiled.
The old sword master looked at Anle and could feel an extremely majestic spiritual power from Anle’s eyebrows.
My heart was shaken, and I couldn’t help but express my joy: “Did you gain something, Master?”
An Le did not hide anything: “The harvest is good. I didn’t expect that Sword Bell is a spiritual treasure… It has helped me a lot. Unfortunately, it takes time to refine the many sword intentions in Sword Bell Burial Sword.” “
He sighed slightly, but Anle was already very satisfied.
A spiritual breakthrough is not an easy thing to do. To be able to achieve the current results is already excellent.
Moreover, it is not that there are no opportunities for breakthrough now. As long as the sword bell is completely refined… maybe, one can really touch the threshold of the holy spiritual river.
“It’s good to have something to gain. It’s a blessing for us to be able to help the young master.” The old sword master stroked his beard and laughed heartily.
The stronger Anle is, the more stable Jianchi Palace… will naturally be.
Jianchi Palace has long been tied to Anle.
As long as nothing happens to An Le, the status of Jianchi Palace in the world… will be extremely high, and it will even be able to reach the top of the world.
“Palace Master, can you let me keep the sword bell for a while? When I complete my mental transformation, I will return the sword bell.”
Anle looked at Su Muzhe and cupped his fists.
The sword bell is of great significance to Jianchi Palace. If Anle wants to take it away, he must get the other party’s consent. Now that Su Muzhe is in charge of Jianchi Palace, Anle naturally has to ask.
“Young master, what you said is wrong. If the sword bell can help you, it doesn’t matter if you refine it.”
“The relationship between Sword Bell and Jianchi Palace is actually not complicated. Sword Bell does not belong to Jianchi Palace. It is just that the swordsmen of the past dynasties buried their swords in Jianchi Palace, forming Sword Bell.”
Su Muzhe said seriously.
Even for Zhao Huangting’s sake, Su Muzhe was willing to give Jianzhong to Anle.
Anle smiled, clasped his fists again, and looked at the old sword master and Wang Yansheng.
The two of them also had no objections. The old sword master was smiling all over his face. The gift of Sword Bell to An Le made the relationship between Jian Chi Palace and An Le even closer. How could the old sword master have any objection?
Moreover, this time, the disciples of Jianchi Palace have all gained a lot, and they will not be able to comprehend anything more from the Sword Bell in a short period of time.
“Then thank you all.”
An Le solemnly performed the ceremony.
Everyone returned the favor.
Then Anle looked at the sword bell beside him, raised his hand, and patted it gently.
The sword bell sent out a bell wave vibration, and then turned into a long rainbow of sword light, spreading into the Niwan Palace between Anle’s eyebrows.
Anle felt the sword bell suspended in the long river of the soul, felt the sword intention of the soul spreading around the sword bell, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
After saying goodbye to everyone, he left Jianchi Palace.
Came to the tavern again, drank two pots of old rice wine, and then returned to the Seventh Mountain.
After spending a day on the Seventh Mountain, I didn’t do too much movement or even practice. I just relied on the power of my mind to refine the sword intention of the sword bell and enhance the power of the river of my soul.
However, the effect is not good and the speed is not improved as fast as expected.
Anle thought of taking advantage of all the families, so he left the Seventh Mountain.
He came to Ganye Temple in a daze.
In Ganye Temple, the six-eared macaque is taking a nap guarding the mountain gate.
When Anle appeared, the six-eared macaque suddenly opened its eyes. Now the six-eared macaque is getting closer and closer to the eleventh realm. The recovery of heaven and earth practice will greatly improve these heaven and earth spiritual beasts.
Anle brought old rice wine and drank with the six-eared macaques. One person and one monkey sat in the mountains and forests. He found a bluestone, brushed away the dust and fallen leaves, sat opposite each other, drank wine, and chatted.
Anle expressed his confusion about the spiritual level.
The six-eared macaque took a sip of old yellow rice wine, squinted his eyes, and felt the fluff all over his body fluttering in the breeze.
“Good boy, you actually transformed the Heart Sword into the Soul River, and raised the Soul River to the third level… This is unprecedented in the records of Ganye Temple.”
“The third-level spiritual river is already the limit of what I, the old ape, can understand.”
“I can’t help you even if I want to.”
The six-eared macaque sighed.
When Anle heard this, he didn’t feel surprised at all. Although Ganye Temple had spread the method of condensing the Heart Sword, Anle had already mastered the method of Heart Sword to the extreme.
“But… Mr. An, Lao Yuan, I have a suggestion.”
“Although Ganye Temple does not have a method to condense the third-level soul, the old ape knows where there is a way to break through the realm.”
The six-eared macaque narrowed his eyes and said mysteriously.
Anle was immediately curious and asked with interest.
“Fotu Lingshan, one of the top forces in the sky… must have a way to break through the soul to the holy level. Can’t the young master set foot in the sky? Maybe you can go to the Buddha Lingshan.”
The six-eared macaque thought for a while and said.
“However, Fotu Lingshan is also an unusual place. It may be dangerous for the young master to go there now. The old ape has a token here that can help the young master.”
“Just think of it as… the young master treating me to a drink as a gift in return.”
The old ape raised the wine bottle in his hand.
Hearing this, Anle immediately cupped his fists and thanked him.
The old ape took out an embroidery needle from his ear, flicked his finger, and the embroidery needle spun and floated towards Anle, who raised his hand to catch it.
“This magic needle is the token that the old ape gave to the young master. If the young master goes to Buddha Land Lingshan, he can use this token to find opportunities to break through the spiritual realm.”
Anle took the magic needle. The small magic needle was actually extremely heavy…
This made Anle frown.
“Buddha Land Lingshan… there is a spiritual treasure place called the Buddha Sea. If you want to seek a spiritual breakthrough, entering the Buddha Sea is a good choice.”
The six-eared macaque said.
When Anle heard this, he couldn’t help but be startled, “Buddha Sea?”
Is it reliable?
An Le doesn’t know, the six-eared macaque may have good intentions, but for An Le, the current God is very dangerous.
Not to mention the Zhenwu Emperor of Penglai Immortal Island, even the other top power controllers are all concerned about happiness.
After all, Anle ruined Shengxiandi’s plan and had a great impact on God’s plan.
Now that peace and happiness have entered God, isn’t it the same as a sheep entering a tiger’s mouth?
However, I also think that in the human world, it is difficult to find the opportunity to break through the holy level.
After thanking the six-eared macaque, Anle put away the magic needle, but he still chose to believe in Yishou.
Afterwards, I met the three masters Lingzhu, Xuanzhu and Suzhu, as well as Mrs. Hua. It was natural for me to chat with old friends.
Madam Hua’s cultivation has now reached a bottleneck. With the help of many resources, she has reached the perfection of the nine realms. She may take advantage of the recovery of heaven and earth cultivation to break into the tenth realm as soon as possible.
After chatting, Anle said goodbye to his old friends in Ganye Temple. The origin of space surged, and he strolled between heaven and earth like a leisurely stroll, free and unrestrained.
Afterwards, Anle went to Xiliang City, entered the academy, and met Master Wang Banshan. In addition to Wang Banshan, he also saw a familiar figure, the doctor Zhu Huoxi.
“Goodbye, the young master is no longer an object in the pond. He has turned into a dragon with his feet on the wind and clouds. I admire you for this.”
Zhu Huoxi looked at Anle with a complicated expression, both amazed and feeling the magic of time.
Wang Banshan, Zhu Huoxi and An Le walked together in the academy built in Xiliang City. They walked among the fragrance of books and saw the scholars holding books and studying hard in the academy.
Many of these scholars are not practitioners. They just have a heart to study. They don’t know what they can do after they leave the academy after reading enough books and doing enough knowledge. But their purpose is to study and study. .
Compared with those scholars who once went to Lin’an Literary Academy, they have a more pure heart.
Their knowledge is pure, their hearts pure.
After hearing An Le’s confusion, the two masters were surprised at first. After being surprised, they looked at each other, smiled at each other, and brought An Le to the Wenqu Monument.
“I don’t quite understand the broken state of the mind. After all, we are not Confucian saints, and we have never had a spiritual state as deep as the vast ocean like a saint.”
“But we know that reading may improve your spiritual level until you leap forward.”
The arguments of the two masters were surprisingly consistent, which gave Anle a lot of inspiration.
The Wenqu Monument is located in the Xiliang City Academy. The stele house has been erected, and the Wenqu Monument is blocked from the sun. There is a faint movement of grandeur on the dark stele.
Anle came to the Wenqu Monument, but this time he arrived, the feeling was completely different from before.
In today’s spiritual realm, Anle doesn’t feel any barrier at all.
“Young Master, the Wenqu Stele… is a Confucian treasure among hundreds of schools of thought. It is a third-level treasure. It is different from ordinary treasures… Young Master, do you remember Pang Ji? Pang Ji died in Xiangyang City with Emperor Yuan Meng. Fight to the death and protect the last dignity of the scholars of Zhao.”
“But Young Master should know that Emperor Yuanmeng was already at the eleventh realm at that time, and Pang Ji… was only entering the tenth realm for the first time. The gap between the two is like a natural chasm.”
“But in that battle, Pang Ji injured Emperor Yuan Meng… Young Master, do you know why?”
Anle fell silent when he heard this. During that battle, Pang Ji asked scholars all over the world to borrow San Chi Haoran, and Anle personally escorted Haoran away with his war puppet…
Nature knows.
“A Confucian and Taoist saint?”
Anle said.
When Zhu Huoxi and Wang Banshan heard this, they both nodded.
“The meaning of saints is hidden in the Wenqu stele…Pang Ji was able to invite Confucian and Taoist saints because he had communicated with the Confucian and Taoist saints in the Wenqu stele…”
Zhu Huoxi said.
“We… have actually communicated that if we have to fight to the death, we can also invite a saint to fight.”
Wang Banshan thought for a moment and said.
When Anle heard this, his eyes flickered and he nodded.
He seemed to understand something.
The Wenqu Monument of the Academy of Arts and the Wu Kui Stone of the Martial Arts Temple.
Both are treasures. Anle once felt a pair of eyes in Wu Kuishi, and felt that there might be a strong person in Wu Kuishi.
And in Wenqu Stele, could it be the same as Wu Kuishi?
“Young Master wants to seek spiritual help and breakthrough. The two of us can’t do it, and we can’t help much. But Young Master can try to communicate with the Confucian and Taoist saints in the Wenqu Monument…”
“Maybe it helps.”
Zhu Huoxi and Wang Banshan spoke.
The gentle breeze stirred the bamboo sea around Beilu, making a rustling sound.
An Le walked to the stele and looked at the starry Wenqu stele.
With Anle’s spiritual level, looking at the Wenqu Monument now, I do feel that it is a little unusual.
There is light shining deep in the eyes.
Anle raised her hand and placed it between her eyebrows.
Wisp after wisp of spiritual power surged out like bolts, the wind blew violently around Beilu, and the bamboo sea rippled!
On the Wenqu stele, stars pile up…
Awesome emergence!
Anle’s spiritual power was attracted by the Wenqu stele, and all of it diffused into it. Gradually, Anle gradually understood the scene in front of him…
A sea change has taken place.
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