Mrs. Hua thought of Anle, this young painter who astonished the Lin family with his sketches. He did not seek wealth but sought spiritual practice, so she gave him "Sword Waterfall Picture" as a gift.

"Sword Waterfall Picture" is quite precious, and it is a top-notch god-refining method. If she didn't appreciate the young man's tenacity, Madam Hua would not necessarily give it to him. In her opinion, it is too late for the young man to practice enlightenment at the age of eighteen.

Although the young man entered samadhi in three moments and established his fetal breath in two days, this talent for refining gods made her eyes shine.

However, if a young man who started late wants to make a splash in this spring, be ranked among the first-class scholars, and set foot in the aristocratic Tianxuan Palace, he can basically only have delusions.

The only way to get Da Lang back is to rely on her to solve the problem herself.

"Old Taijun is old and very old, and the end of his practice is approaching. He does not want to cause trouble at this time. For the sake of the future of the Lin family, he must be patient in everything."

"But I am using Hua Jie Bing to cultivate the Heart Sword of the Dust. If I feel angry and cannot vent it, the Heart Sword will be covered with dust and there will be no hope of breaking through. It is not my intention."

"Therefore, if you can't bear it, you can't bear it."

Mrs. Hua breathed a sigh of relief, came back to her senses, and continued to drink and taste the delicacies with Mrs. Ye with a smile.

The Ye family is also a family of martial arts, but unlike the Lin family, the main general of the Ye family is still there. Although he has passed his prime, he is still very powerful. He is the top military general in the world, leading an army outside the Canglang River.

He blocked the cavalry of the Yuan-Meng Empire and even achieved victory many times, making him feared and even hated by the Yuan-Meng Empire.

General Ye, who is as angry as a tiger and has swallowed up thousands of miles, the most frequently shouted words are two words, cross the river!

I heard that this general who rose to prominence at a young age was an old general he once followed. The old general fought against the enemy all his life, but before he died with hatred, he shouted three times: "Cross the river! Cross the river! Cross the river!"

Cross the Yangtze River to the north to conquer Yuan and Mongolia and regain the lost territory in the Central Plains!

This is the inheritance of will.

If Mrs. Lin stopped the Yuan and Meng armies after giving up her life, it was for the continuation of the dynasty.

General Ye's determination to cross the Yangtze River and the Northern Expedition was to fuel the rejuvenation of the dynasty!

Mrs. Hua admired General Ye deeply. He was a hero of his generation. Unfortunately, his ambition for the Northern Expedition was not approved by the imperial court. General Ye read the regulations for the Northern Expedition twenty-four times, but was suppressed by the Holy One who sat high in Tianxuan Palace.

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The intimidation brought by Emperor Yuanmeng, the most powerful man in the world, was like a sharp knife hanging over the heads of all the princes in the dynasty, including the emperor.

The nobles dare not gamble, and the emperor dare not gamble.

Taking advantage of the natural chasm of the Canglang River, it was possible to stop the Yuan-Meng Empire's army, but once it was defeated and torn apart, the prosperity and wealth that Zhao had built for hundreds of years as it moved south might face the charge and trample of the Yuan-Meng cavalry.

Therefore, General Ye's life at the border was not very good and he was under great pressure.

Therefore, Mrs. Hua was quite touched that Mrs. Ye was willing to help.

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There are sloping stone paths in the cold mountains in the distance, and there are people living deep in the white clouds.

The sixth mountain.

A leisure pavilion stands on the large flat.

The night is lonely, the evening wind is howling, and the sky is filled with stars.

In the pavilion, the old man in Confucian shirt and the man carrying the pine sword box were still talking about chess. When the last chess piece fell, the game was over.

"After the chess game, it's time to prepare the order to open the mountain and enter Lin'an."

The man in white stood up. The huge pine wood sword box looked a bit strange.

He walked outside the pavilion and looked at the dark mountains in the dark night, his eyes unwavering.

The old man in a Confucian shirt stood up. What he was holding in his hand was the ink painting of bamboo and stone painted by An Le. He looked at the man and said with a smile: "The mountain owner really wants to open the mountain, so he wants this bamboo painting boy to be the mountain guard? I remember correctly.

, this is the mountain owner’s second mountain guard, right?”

"The opening of the Holy Mountain by the Lord of the Holy Mountain is a major event in the world. It will definitely cause an uproar. There will be countless talented people who are famous and want to enter the mountain gate. At that time, the Mountain Lord will only select an ordinary young man who paints ink bamboo from among the heroes.

Afraid of causing criticism for nothing."

The old man in Confucian shirt smiled.

The man crossed his arms over his chest, his face as calm as the deep night: "Am I afraid of criticism?"

"I admired the young man's paintings and admired the gentleman's pride contained in the young man's paintings, so I chose him to be the guardian of the mountain. Who dares to criticize me?"

"If it weren't for the rules of the Holy Mountain, I would go and take the young man into my mountain gate right now to see if this young man's back is really as proud as a black bamboo."

Listening to these domineering and arrogant words, the old man in Confucian shirt smiled: "As expected of the Sixth Mountain Master of the Holy Mountain. In this case, I will no longer dissuade you."

The man glanced sideways at the old man: "Dissuade? You, Wang Banshan, just want to pick peaches. You also admire the bamboo painting boy, right? Do you want to compete with me?"

"Your liberal arts college has become more and more boring in recent years. Literary scholars, please be careful to have a noble heart and a righteous spirit. Looking at your liberal arts college, how many people have such a noble spirit and hidden righteousness?"

"The Martial Arts Temple is much more pleasing to the eye than your liberal arts college."

After the man finished speaking, he stopped talking. The pine sword box behind him crashed to the ground. He put his palm on it and opened the box an inch.

Then infinite sword energy spurted out from the cracks in the box.

The man clenched his five fingers, used his fingers as a pen, and his sword energy as ink, and wrote in mid-air. After writing, the sword energy turned into a book and the stream of light quickly rushed towards Lin'an Mansion.

That night, I couldn't sleep in peace. There was a sword energy like stars falling through the sky.

Just because the Lord of the Sixth Mountain of the Holy Mountain wrote the order to open the mountain:

Three days later, a mountain guard was selected at the foot of the sixth mountain.

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Ye Mansion, Waterside Garden.

Madam Hua and Madam Ye walked into the courtyard. Both of them were strong spiritual masters. They felt something in their hearts. They couldn't help but raise their heads and saw sword energy flying across the sky and breaking through the clouds in the night sky.

"This is...the sixth mountain master's sword energy opening order?!"

Madam Hua and Madam Ye were surprised one after another. The sword energy rose up from the tips of their heads, hanging like a silver waterfall.

The two of them looked at each other, who should be chosen to guard the sixth mountain?

Why did it come so suddenly?

"Every one of the lords of the Holy Mountain is a person of amazing talent and beauty. The Lord of the Sixth Mountain is the sixth disciple of the Holy Master. He is famous for his domineering swordsmanship. So far, the Sixth Mountain has only one mountain guard, right?

So, are we going to choose the second mountain guard?"

Mrs. Ye covered her mouth and couldn't help being surprised. What was the source of such a major event without any warning?

"If I remember correctly, the mountain master chooses the mountain guardians not based on cultivation or talent, but more on luck... Three days later, the formerly peaceful Sixth Mountain will be filled with people, but I don't know who will become the mountain master.

The lucky one chosen.”

Mrs. Hua also chuckled. Although she had doubts in her heart, she never thought about it too much.

However, if the Lord of the Sixth Mountain opened the mountain, he might be able to let Zhui Feng, Qingyin and the young masters in the mansion give it a try. If they could enter the Holy Mountain, even if they were just the mountain guardians, they would be extremely noble.

Not only Ye Mansion, but also the entire Lin'an Mansion was shaken by a sword energy opening order that night.

In many of the Duke's Mansion, the Prime Minister's Mansion, the Academy of Arts and Martial Arts Temple, and even in the depths of the quiet streets, the Tianxuan Palace, which represents the most noble Zhao, all have the Sword Qi Kaishan Order projected above the starry night.

All the forces on all sides are motivated. Some are determined to win, while others are watching the show.

But what everyone is curious about is, what happened that suddenly caused the Lord of the Sixth Mountain to open the mountain?

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The next day, early morning.

It's raining lightly.

The vibrations at night had no impact on Anle. He was unaware of the sixth mountain master's order to open the mountain.

After meditating on the "Sword Waterfall Picture" for one night, Anle felt that his mind had become much stronger. Perhaps it was the [Natural Swordsman] Tao Fruit that gave him special blessings for his understanding of sword practice.

The mind that has just entered the fetal breath has already been stabilized, and it is improving to a perceptible degree.

The next state of fetal breath is transcendence, which is a very important leap in the system of refining gods. According to the description in the method, the most important feature of the realm of transcendence is the ability to be free from secular world and wander around the world!

In the realm of transcendence, the god of refinement can carry out the killing act alone, killing people invisible!

Although Anle has now consolidated the realm of fetal breath, it is still a long way from refining the gods and transcending the world, but this does not prevent him from yearning for it.

Exhaling like a sword, the pent-up energy stored in the chest and abdomen for a whole night is expelled, and the whole person is as if washed, and his face is radiant.

Anle walked out of the room and walked to the courtyard.

When I first hear the sound of spring rain, I feel overwhelmed by old dreams in the south of the Yangtze River.

A night of spring rain came carelessly.

The air was slightly chilly. Hu Jintao's body was still there in the yard, but the pungent blood lingering in the air was suppressed by the spring rain and slowed down a bit.

Glancing at the headless body, Anle looked calm. One night was enough for him to adjust his mentality.

Dressed in white clothes, bathed in the spring rain, and accompanied by the old locust tree in the courtyard, he began to practice the Five Birds.

The Qi and blood that have climbed to perfection roll like a chariot and roar like a bell.

Tiger pose, bear pose, deer pose, ape pose and bird pose have evolved in various ways. With the addition of fifteen years of energy, the proficiency has increased and become more and more charming.

"Yes, although Wuqin Bodybuilding is not a top-notch bodybuilding method, it is very difficult to practice well. My little friend has mastered the Five Birds Charm at a young age. You can look forward to the future."

After An Le's practice, when his energy and blood calmed down, there was a faint laughter outside the small courtyard.

An old man in plain clothes with wide sleeves held an oil-paper umbrella, stepped on straw sandals, and entered the courtyard with a broken bamboo sword on his waist.

"Senior." Anle was slightly surprised when she saw the old man.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, nodding slightly.

"Little friend An, I haven't seen you for a day. Are you okay?"

An Le clasped his fists and bowed: "Yesterday, I drank old yellow rice wine, and the seniors got it all into Xiaosheng's belly. After work today, Xiaosheng will go buy some more."

The old man waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. 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."

Finished talking.

The old man held an umbrella, smiled and took off the broken bamboo sword on his waist, and handed it to Anle.

Under the lonely spring rain, Anle looked at the tattered bamboo sword stained with a few grains of spring rain and fell into silence.


Chapter completed!