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

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

The dusk clouds are misty, and the spring rain, as thin as an ox's hair, is a bit cold, swaying down from a height of ten thousand feet, and falling to the world.

The branches of the willow that passed through the wind were torn to pieces by the tyrannical and intertwined minds before they fell, and mist burst into mist.

Outside Wanghu Tower.

With the appearance of the old man in plain clothes, the atmosphere fell into a bit of anxiety for a while.

As soon as the old man appeared, he overwhelmed the mental power of many prose officials, like an extremely sharp sword, cutting through the pervading minds.

Many of the prose officials present were getting older, stuck in a bottleneck in terms of cultivation, and had no room for improvement, so they would choose to take sides and support Prime Minister Qin to fight for their official fortunes.

They knew a bit about the old man in front of them who threw out his bamboo stick and broke the shackles of his prisoner.

He was also in awe and apprehension of his identity.

Many officials were even more shocked. They never thought that such an old man would stand up and support Anle at this moment.

The eyes of the minister of Dali Temple also condensed. As a third-rank official of the imperial court, he already belongs to the ranks of high-ranking officials and has a good status. He naturally knows the identity of the old man in front of him and has heard of the feats of this young man.

This was the peerless man who dared to kill Emperor Yuanmeng with a broken bamboo sword!

Wait, Broken Bamboo Sword...

The Minister of Dali Temple finally thought of something, and his eyes fell on the two swords worn on Anle's waist, among which was a broken bamboo sword.

It turns out that Anle's Broken Bamboo Sword is the sword that this man once used!

The bamboo sword that was used to kill Emperor Yuan Meng was difficult to break even if he was as strong as Emperor Yuan Meng!

The significance of such a sword being placed in the hands of this young man is self-evident. It is inheritance and sustenance.

In this case, it makes sense for the old man to appear.

The Minister of Dali Temple knew that mastering the bamboo sword Qingshan required not only cultivation, but also a quality.

The sword knows the person, and the sword knows the person. Some high-grade swords have their own spirituality. Sometimes, the sword chooses the person more clearly than the person's knowledge of the person.

"Are you Su Qingke, the minister of Dali Temple? I remember you. Your teacher was Bao Mingjing. Mr. Bao was an honest and fair official, but you have not inherited your teacher's character at all."

After Zhao Huangting broke the shackles placed on Anle, he glanced at the Minister of Dali Temple and said lightly.

Su Qingke, the minister of Dali Temple, suddenly had a look on his face. He exhaled slowly and bowed with his fists: "The old emperor's words are serious. My character cannot be compared with that of my teacher."

"However, I was only acting in accordance with the laws of Great Zhao. An Le killed Qin Qianqiu, which caused too much trouble. Naturally, I have to give an explanation to all parties."

Su Qingke said with a serious face.

Zhao Huangting's eyebrows fluttered in the wind, and his wrinkled face revealed a sneer: "Do things according to the laws of Zhao?"

"Then when Qin Qianqiu sent people to kill Anle again and again, why didn't you stand up and say that things should be done in accordance with the law?"

"If I remember correctly, the monk is a master of demon subduing. He is not allowed to enter Lin'an Mansion because of his strong murderous aura, right? Qin Qianqiu brought him in to kill Anle. Did he violate the laws of Zhao? Why don't you give me an explanation?"

The old man's words were so aggressive that Su Qingke looked ugly and was unable to refute for a while.

Many literary officials around him also frowned.

"You are just bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Behind Qin Qianqiu is Prime Minister Qin. You are tolerant and tolerant. Therefore, you feel that there is not enough power behind Anle. It is just a Lin family. In your eyes, the Lin family, which has declined, is naturally It’s not as good as trying to please the prime minister.”

"If An Le is killed today, will you, Su Qingke, come in person? Will Qin Qianqiu be punished according to the laws of Da Zhao? No, the identity of Qin Xiang is there, and he will be sent to the Zhao Prison of Dali Temple, and he will even be delicious Provide him with delicious food. Wait for him to stay for a few days, and when the Lin family's anger is gone, you will release Qin Qianqiu and do whatever you have to do..."

The old man put his hands behind his back, hunched his back, shook his head and said calmly.

"There is only one Bao Mingjing in Da Zhao..."

"You, Su Qingke, are so embarrassed."

"The laws of Da Zhao are nothing more than a protective umbrella for the powerful under the circumstances of bone-eroding ecstasy."

"Who can be fair, who can give true fairness?"

"Five hundred years of prosperity have created such a stinky and sore-producing environment."

The old man's words shook the spring breeze and rain, making Su Qingke's face look increasingly uglier, but he remained silent and did not speak.

As the minister of Dali Temple, he knew very well what the old man said. There was no fairness in this world, and the prosperity of Lin'an was full of stench and sores.

If Qin Qianqiu kills Anle this time, Su Qingke really won't show up, and there is no need to show up.

Because Qin Qianqiu's killing of Anle was just a trivial matter. Behind Anle stood the Lin Mansion, but Anle was not from the Lin Mansion after all. Maybe the Lin Mansion would be angry, and the Lin Mansion's Hua Jiebing would make a fuss over it, but It's just a fuss, it won't affect him.

However, Qin Qianqiu was killed, which was naturally no small matter. As the prime minister of the dynasty and the head of the officials, Prime Minister Qin was filled with anger. If he did not take any action, he would definitely be angered.

Su Qingke sighed: "But old uncle, I have to act according to the law now. Anle did commit murder and killed Young Master Qin."

Zhao Huangting sneered, held up his bamboo stick, and tapped the ground gently: "Good guy, I have been silent for so long, has everyone forgotten my bad temper?"

"This Qin Qianqiu is dead. Just think that he was beaten to death for challenging the geniuses on the Little Saint List regardless of life and death... In fact, it was Qin Qianqiu who wanted to break Anle's invincible power, so he hired the man who wanted to surrender. Demonic monk.”

"Let me tell Qin Lishi this reason."

Zhao Huangting's words made the literary officials around him burst into uproar, and many of them who were not familiar with Zhao Huangting even showed their anger.

"Aren't you deceiving Anle because there is no one behind him? Although I, Zhao Huangting, are old and his reputation is not as good as before, but... he should still be considered a human being."

Zhao Huangting laughed.

An Le stood behind the old man, with a slight warmth in his heart. At this time, the old man was able to stand up, not only because of friendship, but also because of the old man's recognition of An Le holding the sword Qingshan and killing Qin Qianqiu.

Suddenly, sword energy emerged between the sky and the earth, and there seemed to be stars shining down.

A scholar-like figure fell down and landed beside Anle. A hand fell on Anle's shoulder, solid and powerful: "Besides the old uncle, I, Li Youan, should be considered a human being."

"An Le wanted to gather invincibility and follow the path of legend, but Qin Qianqiu sent people to hire demon subduing masters who were at the level of Anle and Gao Anle to kill Anle. This thing... is unreasonable and quite disgusting."

"The same thing happened to me when I first gathered my invincible power. At that time, I killed the person who came to destroy my invincible power with one sword. I also killed a high-ranking official's son with one sword. At that time, no one in Lin'an Mansion dared to arrest me. , why are things different today when it comes to Anle?"

Li Youan's eyes fell on Su Qingke and he said.

The legendary champion Li Youan!

As soon as this person appeared, Su Qingke felt that the matter was getting more and more complicated. He even knew that it was basically impossible to capture Anle today.

"You just think Anle is easy to bully, but today, with the old uncle Huang and me, Li Youan, supporting him, do you still think he is easy to bully?"

Li Youan said softly.

The words just fell.

"General You'an's words are wrong. There are more than just two people behind An Le. I, Hua Jie Bing, am not one to swallow my anger."

A chuckle like silver bells resounded.

Mrs. Hua was wearing a long black gauze dress, falling down in the air. She was elegant and generous, but her beautiful eyes were filled with heroic spirit.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mrs. Hua's mind filled the air. Every drop of spring rain seemed to be mixed with sharp sword intent: "Master Su, Dali Temple pays attention to evidence when handling cases. If murder is to be paid with life, the murder Qin Qianqiu committed in Lin'an Mansion can be... There are too many, I can list a lot of evidence here at any time, why didn't I arrest Qin Qianqiu before? Should I sue you for dereliction of duty? "

Mrs. Hua said lightly.

Su Qingke pursed his lips, feeling that things were getting more difficult to handle.

"Hahaha! And I, the Prince Consort of Yuanmeng, also support An family!"

The sword energy was intertwined, and the hatchet in Fourth Master Lin's hand was stained with blood. He carried a headless corpse in one hand and walked through the air. The rich blood stained the air around the West Lake in an instant.

The spring rain seemed to be stained with the color of blood.

The corpse was thrown from a high altitude and hit the ground. Fourth Master Lin fell down, dressed in plain clothes, holding a hatchet, and looked at Su Qingke and many literary officials indifferently.

At this moment, strong murderous intent was intertwined around Wanghu Tower, and the gentle breeze was killing people.

Lin Shiro!

The Prince Consort of Yuan Meng has been keeping a low profile since he returned to Lin'an. Because of his sensitive identity, he has always kept a low profile, but today, he no longer keeps a low profile. He directly killed the strong men sent by Prime Minister Qin to follow the Lin Mansion and spoke out in support of Anle.

"Su Qingke, come on, catch me, I'll kill someone too."

Lin Silang's eyes were blazing, like a wild horse running wild, he looked at Dali Temple Qing Su Qingke arrogantly and said.

Su Qingke felt like his heart was blocked by a big stone. Zhao Huangting, Li Youan, Hua Jiebing and now Lin Silang were added...

Each of these guys is more capable than the other.

Their identities are very sensitive.

Needless to say, Zhao Huangting was an old uncle of the great Zhao Dynasty, with a noble status and a hot temper.

Li Youan... the legendary champion, the second-rank general of the current dynasty, now in charge of the army along the Canglang River, holding a tiger talisman, is not comparable to a military official with a false title but no real power.

As for Lin Fu, Hua Jie Bing, Heart Sword Jade Guanyin, her teacher is the wife of the owner of the No. 1 Holy Mountain. She is now one of the holy bhiksunis of Ganye Temple. Her strength is unfathomable and she is not easy to mess with.

As for Lin Silang, his status as Prince Consort of Yuanmeng was special enough. At least in Lin'an, Prime Minister Qin dared to touch the Lin Mansion, but he might not dare to touch Lin Silang.

These people came together because of a young man who stood up.

This made Su Qingke feel bitter for a while. He was just a small minister of Dali Temple, so why bother him.

Originally, Su Qingke thought that this was the end of the matter.

A majestic energy and blood, like a scorching sun coming across from a distance, half of the sky was burned, and the terrifying energy and blood was like an angry dragon crossing the sky.

Wearing armor, disheveled hair, and a tattooed face, a burly figure came across the sky, carrying a red sword, sweeping the world with majestic pressure.

The contemporary military commander Di Zang also came through the air and fell with a roar.

The entire Wanghu Tower trembled, as if it was about to collapse at this moment.

Su Qingke, the minister of Dali Temple, looked at the visitor and felt the pressure becoming more and more intense.

The literary officials around him immediately silenced themselves and did not dare to say another word.

Cao Fu, the young minister of Dali Temple, took a breath and was extremely shocked.

Never thought that An Le, who seemed to have nothing to rely on, would actually have so many strong people supporting him and standing up for him!

Di Zang, the Wu Kuai of the Martial Temple, fell down, and his majestic aura stirred up, attracting frequent glances.

Di Zang wears a bronze mask and carries a red sword. This sword is called the Zhaozu Dragon-Slaying Sword. It is a first-grade sword. It is said that it was the sword held by the founding emperor of the Great Zhao Dynasty. It once killed a real dragon in the East China Sea and was bathed in the hot dragon blood. First grade.

"What? Qin Qianqiu has killed people over and over again. There is no need to pay any price for killing people. You have never come out to arrest anyone. If An Xiaoyou kills him once, he has to pay for it with his life, right?"

"The rules of this world must be followed by powerful people like you, right?"

Di Zang spoke in a deep voice, with terrifying energy and blood, like waves rising in the vast sea, slamming against the rocks on the shore, causing thunder to explode.

When a warrior is angry, blood will be splashed five steps. Compared with scholars like Li Youan, the anger of top body-building warriors like Di Zang is extremely intimidating to the powerful.

Most of the dignitaries entered the Academy of Arts, and a very few entered the Martial Arts Temple. Except for those descendants of martial arts families, the descendants of the Duke, etc., because of their family background, they would all go to the Martial Arts Temple to practice martial arts and gain good fortune by observing the martial arts master.

However, entering the martial arts temple comes with a price, and you need to enter the front line to kill the enemy.

Therefore, it has also stopped the pace of many children of powerful officials. Most of the children of powerful officials are more willing to enter the liberal arts academy to be gilded. With their articles and ink, they can win a good reputation, support each other in the court, and rise to the top.

The appearance of Di Zang was like the balance was completely tipped.

It was also the first time for many people in Lin'an Mansion to realize that behind Anle, there were so many powerful and noble beings, and the power they formed was no weaker than that of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion.

An Le was dressed in white clothes and wore a green mountain and ink pool around her waist. She looked at the more and more people behind her and couldn't help but reveal a soft smile on her face.

Su Qingke, the minister of Dali Temple, felt tremendous pressure.

The old emperor's uncle, the legendary number one scholar, the great general, the Prince Consort of Yuanmeng, the first-grade emperor, the contemporary military leader...

These are all beings whose status and status are above him.

One by one, they were pressing like mountains, making Su Qingke feel very uncomfortable.

"Young man Su, we don't bother to embarrass you. You know what happened this time. It was Qin Qianqiu who sent people to kill Anle first. He tried to kill Anle again and again. In my opinion, Anle is guilty of killing him. No, if you want to impose a crime, it will be regarded as excessive defense. "

"If you insist on suppressing me and others with the laws of Great Zhao, a few of us... can still carry one or two."

Zhao Huangting hunched his back and said lightly.

Su Qingke was silent. At this time, he was really riding a tiger.

As if thinking of something, Su Qingke's eyes turned and fell on Anle.

But I saw this young man in white clothes with a gentle smile on his face. He met his gaze, clasped his fists and bowed, and slowly said: "Master Su, can I just say a word or two?"

Su Qingke, who was oppressed by many big shots and had a hard time breathing, exhaled: "You say it."

Anle glanced around, looking towards Zhao Huangting, towards Li Youan, towards Madam Hua and others who stood behind him and bowed to the many powerful people who supported him one by one.

Then he said: "Anle thanks you all for your support and help. Qin Qianqiu killed me many times, plotted and harmed me again and again, and never again. Therefore, my mood is difficult to follow. Although I am a scholar, I still have some problems." When an ordinary man is angry and encounters injustice, his mind is hard to calm down, so he uses the three-foot sword in his hand to gain a clear thought. "

"Therefore, I will kill Qin Qianqiu peacefully without any regrets."

"I am now a candidate for Chunwei. The gold list has not been announced yet. I don't know if I am on the list. If I am on the list, I can enter the palace for a test. According to the laws of the Great Zhao Dynasty, Master Su... has no right to arrest me during this period. "

"There was a reason why I killed Qin Qianqiu, and it was Qin Qianqiu who made the move first. Therefore, if I can test in front of the palace and ascend to the top three, I can be forgiven and be acquitted."

"If I haven't reached the top three, it won't be too late for Mr. Su to come and capture me."

Anle's voice lingered around, neither humble nor arrogant, but reasonable.

Su Qingke was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

And Anle turned around and faced Zhao Huangting, Li Youan and other powerful people behind him. He bowed and said: "Thank you all for your help, but you are all nobles. Don't let this taint your nobleness and make other people talk about it." with the handle.”

"An Le beheaded Qin Qianqiu in order to gain clarity of thought and smooth his mind. However, he did not act blindly, but he also retained a glimmer of hope. He was willing to fight for a glimmer of hope."

Anle said softly.

The sound echoed around the long street and by the Wanghu Tower.

Madam Hua's eyes moved slightly, and there was a hint of appreciation in her eyes.

Li Youan and Zhao Huangting both chuckled with satisfaction. Although they were surprised by Anle's decision, they did not find it strange.

Li Youan smiled and said: "Indeed, you are still in spring, maybe you can get the number one scholar? And maybe... you can talk to the Holy Master?"

"Qin Qianqiu kills you, and you kill him in return. It's not a big crime. It's easy for us to protect you with our power. But since you want to be clear in the test in front of the palace, you can do it."

"If you can get a chance to talk to the Holy Master, and even become the illusory Lord of the Seventh Mountain, then you will be free from all sins, and you will be relieved."

Li Youan's words directly pointed out the way for Anle's future.

If you can talk to the Holy Master and become the Lord of the Seventh Mountain, then all guilt will not be implicated on you, because being able to talk to the Holy Master and become the Lord of the Mountain means that the Holy Master thinks you are not guilty.

Just like when Qin Prime Minister's Mansion aroused the awe-inspiring Qi in the Wenqu Monument to prove his innocence, it was the same truth.

An Le's eyes lit up slightly, but the light gathered, and he cupped his fists and saluted Li You'an, thanking him for his guidance.

Talk to the Holy Master and fight for the identity of the seventh mountain master who is about to open the mountain gate...

Li Youan's words made everyone present speechless. Are you so optimistic about An Le?

Now he is ranked fifteenth on the Little Saint Ranking. He is trying to reach the top spot in front of the palace, but his hopes are extremely slim...

He also talked about talking to the Saint Master? Still fighting for the identity of the seventh mountain master who is about to open the mountain gate... is simply a fantasy.

Even Mrs. Hua, Fourth Master Lin, Wu Kui Di Zang and others all felt that this idea was a bit unreasonable.

Fighting for the position of the Lord of the Seventh Mountain is not easy. The practitioners competing at that time were not only from the Zhao Dynasty, but also from the Xiliang Kingdom, the Dali Kingdom and even the Yuan-Meng Empire!

The Dali Kingdom and the Western Liang Kingdom were both Middle-earth countries, and the Yuan-Meng Empire was not qualified to compete for the title of the Lord of the Holy Mountain. However, five hundred years after Zhao moved southward, the vast Middle-earth territory north of the Canglang River was reduced to the Yuan-Meng Dynasty. In the empire's territory, the Yuan-Meng Empire's battle for the seventh mountain owner may also have an opportunity.

Hearing this, An Le nodded solemnly: "You should do your best and climb to the top step by step to see the different scenery."

Li Youan smiled happily: "Okay."

Su Qingke on the side also reacted at this moment. He knew that it was impossible to take Anle away today.

Even if Prime Minister Qin is angry, he can't do it. There are so many sensitive people, and if he really takes them by force, he will probably be beaten to death.

Since Anle was given a ladder, he would naturally go down it.

"In that case, I wish Mr. An will try and win the championship in one fell swoop."

Su Qingke clasped his fists and said.

Anle returns the gift.

Su Qingke didn't stay any longer. Cao Fu, who looked full of admiration on his face, turned around and left quickly. The officers and soldiers of Dali Temple and Hei Yamen all left. They were unwilling to stay in such a depressing environment for a moment.

Those civil servants who were trying to curry favor with Prime Minister Qin all retreated one after another, fearing that they would be angered by the people present and stay behind.

Especially the Yuan Meng prince-in-law who had completely let go of himself, the hatchet was still bleeding.

"You kid, relax. Don't be too burdened by the test in front of the palace. Even if you fail, I will still protect you. I am here and no one dares to touch you. This is my promise to you and to Qingshan." promise."

Zhao Huangting, the old man of Ancestral Temple, said with a smile.

An Le's heart felt warm, and on the other side, Madam Hua also said softly: "Don't worry, you will be fine."

Di Zang also smiled appreciatively and said: "We first gathered the invincible power. This time we killed Qin Qianqiu. Your thoughts are clear, and your invincibility is even greater. Watching your qi and blood naturally generate mystical meaning, you have tempered your body and entered the fourth realm, right?"

"It would be a pity not to have this body-building talent. As I said before, the Martial Arts Temple is open to you at any time."

"Even if you have not made it to the top three in the front examination, don't be afraid. Come to the Martial Arts Temple. The Martial Arts Temple will protect you. Qin Qianqiu's hand will not be able to reach into the Martial Temple."

For these strong men who came to help him, Anle was grateful from the bottom of his heart.

Li You'an, wearing a Confucian shirt, looked at An Le and said: "Today there is a fierce storm in Lin'an Mansion. I will take you to a place where you can avoid the storm and see a different scenery."

In this regard, Anle never refused.

"Can you control a sword?"

Li Youan asked.

An Le smiled, his mind moved, Mo Chi galloped out, stepping on Mo Chi, An Le soared up.

Li Youan took a step and strolled beside him.

The two of them flew slowly towards the outside of Lin'an Mansion.

But, at the same time.

Qin Prime Minister Qin Lishi, who had just walked out of the palace with a low eyebrow. The moment he stepped out of the palace, he was bathed in the bone-chilling spring rain. His face was raised, suddenly as cold as ice, and his eyes were filled with sadness.

There was a majestic aura intertwined with his body. He took one step and crossed the quiet street, and took another step and crossed the West Lake.

One more step down.

It was already blocked above the gate of Lin'an Prefecture.

A cold figure stood in front of Li Youan and Anle.

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