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

At dusk, the north wind blows away the rain, and several thin peaks emerge from the clouds.

The first mountain is the thatched cottage.

The incense sticks are burning and the smoke is curling up.

The unexpected spring rain fell outside the house, but it could not erode the warmth inside the hut. The old man sitting in front of the incense burner lazily yawned and stretched a little.

"An Le...isn't this young man whom Lao Liu admired very much and gave him a Mo Chi from the Red Dust Sword Box?"

"Not long ago, I was on the Little Saint Ranking. A few days ago I was still in the Double 2nd realm, and now I am in the Double 3rd realm... With this talent, it is no wonder that I actively lead to the Little Saint Ranking."

The old man picked up the bamboo slips with words written on incense ash and walked to the eaves of the thatched house. There were raindrops outside, like bead curtains and nets.

After blowing on the bamboo slips, the incense ashes disappeared, but there were also real words under the bamboo slips.

It is as if it is engraved on a bamboo slip, and time cannot erase its traces.

The old man chuckled, and the bamboo slips in his hand actually floated, slowly floating out of the hut, accompanied by a loud crane chirp.

The bamboo slip actually turned into a white crane. The white crane flapped its wings, broke through the spring rain and mountain fog, and flew toward the world.

The Little Holy List is updated, and it will naturally spread throughout the world.

Those who cause the list to change will surely become famous.

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The lights are far away, the spring rain gradually stops, and stars appear in the night sky.

In the small courtyard of Taimiao Lane.

Through the ordinary lattice wooden window, you can see a young man painting on the table. The pen is moving like a dragon, and the thick ink and light ink are always suitable. The rich fragrance of ink curls up in the house, accompanied by the spring rain and dust, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The young man's eyes were bright and he was high-spirited. When he started to write the painting, the ink bamboo on it burst out with a high-spirited attitude, full of vigor and vitality, as if it was growing proudly in the sunshine.

On a spring rainy night, painting clear bamboo does not seem out of place at all.

Zhao Huangting, an old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple, stood sideways, holding a candle and admiring the paintings, with a somewhat comfortable smile on his lips.

The painter's state of mind can most affect the style of painting. Painting is a process of capturing inspiration. If the mood is smooth and the ideas are clear, the paintings created will naturally be full of vitality.

Anle was immersed in painting, his mind lingering. The sword furnace in the Niwan Palace trembled slightly, and the sword energy was clanging, seeming to spread out and merge into the pen and ink soaked by the wolf hair.

When the last stroke was finished, the paintings seemed to be blooming with the warm sunshine of spring, full of vitality, and the simple houses seemed to be blooming with a different kind of brilliance.

"good!"

Zhao Huangting held the lamp and praised it, the appreciation in his eyes getting stronger.

"This painting blends your spirit of breaking through the realm. It is so blazing with vitality that it almost bursts out of the paper. It can be included in the seventh-grade god-refining treasure map! Even among the seventh-grade god-refining treasure map, it is quite precious!"

The old man made no secret of his praise.

After all, this painting combines the self-confidence and fiery mood of a young man who has just broken through, and is vigorous and upward. The viewer will be positively affected by it.

An Le smiled, picked up the pen and signed the habitual signature: "Today I am in a state of flux. I feel cheerful and invited by an old friend, so I painted ink bamboo. In fact, the bamboo in my heart is not the bamboo in my eyes, so I polished the ink, spread the paper and moved the pen, which is another pattern. In fact, the bamboo in my heart is not the bamboo in my eyes. The bamboo in your hand is not the bamboo in your mind..."

Finally, he wrote the words "Banqiao Bamboo".

Take the demon-quenching jade and seal it.

On the scroll, the light of the mind flashed past, a picture of clear bamboo, which contained the meaning of refining the spirit.

After Anle finished painting, he walked to the window and breathed in the fresh air. The old man held the lamp and looked at the painting carefully. The affection on his face was beyond words.

After a painting is completed, the excitement and impetuousness after the breakthrough in peace and happiness gradually subside.

There is indeed some truth in cultivating one's nature through painting.

Anle turned and looked at the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple who was admiring the painting carefully.

Suddenly, his mind moved, and the [Year Qi] column in the light curtain began to beat slightly.

The dense aura of time on the old man's body was swaying slightly, and there seemed to be a wisp of aura of time that was about to break away from the old man's body.

After several tug-of-wars, the energy of the years was shaken and was pulled away from Anle.

Anle felt happy.

After breaking through the three realms of cultivation, I was finally able to stir up the age energy in the old man. Although it was just a wisp, it... was of great significance.

Suddenly, that ray of age burst out with a touch of gold, turning into a golden incense stick before his eyes, curling and burning.

An Le was slightly startled, glanced at the old man who was admiring the paintings with great interest, thought for a moment, and chose to observe the years.

The spring breeze, spring rain, and spring night before our eyes are like blue waves, making ripples.

The long-lost golden years are slowly appearing in front of our eyes, like picturesque curls and green smoke.

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Crazy clouds pile up and the sky is like ink, and the snowy waves rush across the river and the river becomes brighter!

The huge river is like an ancestral dragon surging on the earth. Every wave is covered with scales on its body, and its roar is like the roar of an angry dragon.

This is the Canglang River, a most dangerous place in the world. It isolates the north and the south and turns into a natural chasm. It is the biggest reliance of the Zhao Dynasty when it moves south.

A river separates the turbulent years of Zhao's past, but also brings five hundred years of dreamlike prosperity to Zhao!

To the north of the Canglang River, the earth was in turmoil. Thousands of armies and horses were galloping, kicking up dust and sweeping in like a black storm.

On the Canglang River, one after another, extremely luxurious and huge wooden boats rode the wind and waves, smashed into the river, and crossed mightily.

The wooden boat carried the flag of the Great Zhao Dynasty. It was soaked in misty water vapor and seemed to have lost a bit of its strength.

Civil and military officials, literati, royal relatives and nobles... all stood on the building and the boat. There were huge figures of demonic dragons surging in the river around the building and the boat. They were the allies who helped the Zhao Dynasty move south, the demonic dragon in Kunpeng Mountain.

Anle naturally knew what the scene in front of him was.

Five hundred years ago, Zhao Dynasty moved to the south. Many people have long forgotten, but now, Anle is able to see such a scene again in the atmosphere of time.

Huangmu Tower boats are crossing the river one after another, and there are all kinds of things on the floors.

There were armored soldiers with spears in their hands, their eyes full of reluctance and desolation. There were civil and military officials who knelt down on their wooden boats and cried blood while facing the land north of the Yangtze River. There were military generals who roared and exploded the river.

The sky is full of anger, and the mighty spirit is so angry that it kills them all and abandons the wilderness!

On the Huangmulou ship, the generals' wishes could not be realized, and they could only be filled with unwillingness.

Unwilling emotions intertwined like a hurricane.

Dark clouds cover the sky above the river, and angry thunder suddenly appears from behind the clouds, bringing a strangling depression.

There are strong men walking behind the clouds and fighting. The mind and blood of the peerless strong man collide, and the color of the world changes.

Anle's sight seemed to break through the layers of clouds and reach ninety levels into the sky. He saw that behind the sea of ​​clouds there were also strong men confronting each other.

That was a strong man who sacrificed his life so that Zhao could safely retreat across the Canglang River.

North of the Canglang River, there was a terrifying chariot pulled down by nine armored demon horses and rolling over.

On the chariot, a burly figure stood, wearing a golden mask and golden armor. He stood firm and firm, like a supreme god. His tyrannical energy and blood were like pillars, rushing into the sky to smash the sky!

Cold, proud, and domineering eyes glanced from under the golden mask, with disdain for the Great Zhao Nanqian.

Emperor Yuanmeng!

Anle knew who this person was just by looking at him!

The most powerful man in the world, Emperor Yuanmeng who bent his bow and dared to shoot at the immortals!

Even if he only peeked from the air of time, Anle could still feel the power of the other party. The power of the strongest person in the world was indeed extraordinary.

Suddenly, Emperor Yuanmeng, who was standing on the chariot, took a bow, pulled the bow and shot out an arrow like a shooting star.

The arrow cuts through the waves, and I want to shoot across the river to explode the building ship moving south.

A sword light came.

A heroic laugh broke out between heaven and earth.

On the fighting battlefield of the vast land, among the heavy armor, there is a figure in Chinese clothes, holding a broken bamboo sword, blocking the arrows, and rushing forward again, invincible, and the sword energy will split mountains and rocks wherever it goes!

Even the heavy armor of Yuan Meng's cavalry is difficult to resist!

Anle was instantly attracted to the gorgeous clothes and the figure of the man with a wild body.

This year, some people are brave enough to conquer the sky!

This year, there are people with green hair that has never been stained by frost, and there is still a blue sky in their eyes.

This year, someone picked up a broken bamboo sword and dared to kill Emperor Yuanmeng, who was number one in the world!

"Zhao Huangting came here with a green mountain and asked Emperor Yuan to see if the green mountain is heavy!"

The man smiled and slashed three swords at Emperor Yuan Meng.

Emperor Yuanmeng rushed into the sky, sword energy and energy and blood collided, and the sea of ​​clouds was vaguely torn apart!

After three swords.

Zhao Huangting was bleeding from his mouth and fell into the sea of ​​clouds with a bamboo sword in his hand.

The man fell back onto the Canglang River, stood on the yellow wooden boat with his sword in hand, crossed the river and shouted to the sky.

"Emperor Yuan, today is not fun enough."

"When Zhao's army moves north, I will come back from Qingshan!"

In the sea of ​​clouds, Emperor Yuan Meng, who was wearing golden armor, did not pursue him, but just stepped on the cloud flow and watched lightly.

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The picture began to fade away quietly at this point.

Anle was so shocked that he couldn't calm down for a long time. He looked at the green mountain with the bamboo sword on his waist, and then at the old man who was holding a lamp and watching the painting, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.

These are the real golden years. It turns out that this humble old man once fought against the best in the world.

The ancient pride and the soaring madness made Anle's mood fluctuate.

In front of my eyes, small blue characters slowly emerged.

[Obtain the fruit of time: heroic spirit]

[Note: Heroic Qi Yin (Tao Fruit): Attracting a lot of heroic spirit in the world, daring ordinary people to kill ghosts and gods, spending heroic energy to bless your body, you can receive special combat power blessings]

A wisp of golden age energy condensed into a Tao Fruit of Time.

Anle is very happy. After careful study, Anle found that this path fruit [Heroic Yin] is somewhat similar to [Fearless Heart], and neither of them can bless the energy of time.

Vaguely, the heroic spirit in the Dao Fruit [Haoqi Yin] overflows, baptizing Anle's mind and soul. In addition, Anle has a feeling. If he is willing, he can vent all the [Haoqi Yin] and receive great blessings. .

However, once this is done, the [Hourous Qi Yin] Tao Fruit may wither or even disappear.

Daoguo's overflowing heroic spirit seems to be quietly blending into Anle's spirit.

The green hills around his waist trembled slightly, as if they were emitting a clear sword cry.

Beside the table, the old man holding the lamp and immersed in watching paintings suddenly turned to look at the young man standing in front of the window.

The spring rain blows with the spring breeze, lifting up the green hills on the young man's body. The sound of the sword lingers, and there is a vague sense of heroism coming from the young man's body.

The old man couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a moment.

It was as if at this moment, I saw myself in my youth.

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Buildings with white walls and black tiles dot the foothills.

A white crane broke through the spring rain and came flapping its wings. Countless teachers and students from the liberal arts college looked at it with surprise and astonishment.

As teachers from the liberal arts college, they naturally knew what the appearance of the white crane meant.

The little holy list is updated, and the white crane is the proof!

The white crane fell into the literary courtyard and turned into a bamboo slip, which was obtained by the third wife who was sitting alone in the thatched cottage.

"Um?"

There was a hint of astonishment in the third wife's old eyes.

"There have been no challenges yet, and the Little Saint List has changed... It's been quite rare over the years."

Sanfuzi murmured, and then he called people in to copy the new Little Holy List and publish it.

This night, Lin'an is still young.

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Qin Xiangfu.

Between the pools and pavilions, the scenery remains the same as before.

The spring raindrops hit the black tiles of the pavilion, like pearls and jade falling on a plate, which is quite crisp.

The charcoal stove is burning hot water, and a piece of tea leaf is rolling up and down in the stove, exuding a rich tea aroma.

Wang Qinhe held the Dragon's Back Sword on his waist, squinting his eyes, tasting the fine West Lake Longjing, drinking tea and talking with the spring rain, which made him feel relaxed and happy.

Qin Qianqiu was sitting opposite, washing and making tea.

Suddenly, a scholar in Confucian shirt came from a distance holding an oil-paper umbrella, whispered a few words in Qin Qianqiu's ear, and delivered a yellow book.

Qin Qianqiu frowned suddenly, thought for a moment, and handed the yellow book to Wang Qinhe, who was drinking tea comfortably.

Wang Qinhe was stunned for a moment, then took the yellow booklet recording the rankings on the Little Saint List and flipped through it.

When he reached the end of the page, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

He didn't do anything...why was he at the bottom of the Little Saint List again? !

For a long time, the vision in his eyes gradually became sharp, as sharp as a knife.

There will indeed be changes in the Little Saint Ranking, but this situation of lowering the opponent's ranking just because he breaks through... is really a bit humiliating.

Although it was not unprecedented, he was really unwilling to do so!

After a long silence, Wang Qinhe stood up slowly, put his palm on the handle of the Dragon's Back Sword, walked out of the pavilion step by step, and stepped into the spring rain.

The sword energy spread vertically and horizontally, and the endless spring rain fell, and the grains were broken into pieces.

"Brother Wang?" Qin Qianqiu couldn't help but ask as he stood up.

Wang Qinhe's momentum gradually increased step by step.

"I'm at the bottom for no reason, so I naturally want to challenge."

"I'm dissatisfied and can't calm down."

"Let's see, this young man has just entered the Third Realm, how can he beat me?!"