An Le has never learned to fight, but fighting is a human instinct.

The Five Birds Forging Body Skill allowed him to successfully open his qi and blood, set foot in the first realm of martial arts, and with the blessing of the sword dancer Dao Guo, he used the umbrella as a sword to easily defeat the experienced gang thugs.

For the first time, An Le saw the gap between ordinary people and cultivators.

I also really understand why there is a saying that everything in the world is inferior, and only cultivation is high.

The three wailing gangster thugs did not continue to insist in the face of An Le's inquiry.

They are not tough guys, they will not insist on helping Liu Qingyan keep their mouths shut, Liu Qingyan asked them to break the hands of the cultivators, how is it different from letting them die? What other duty of confidentiality do they have?

An Le picked up the blood-stained oil-paper umbrella and looked at one of the strong men lightly.

The strong man looked at An Le, endured the pain, and said, "It's Liu Qingyan, the painter Liu Qingyan!" ”

"He is jealous of your painting skills and hates you for taking away his opportunity to paint in the Lin Mansion, so let's break your hands!"

"Really, we're telling the truth! Spare your life! ”

Three strong men, full of fear.

The cultivators are all high up, and they are different from ordinary people who are not allowed to cultivate, and they are only left with awe at the moment.

Painter Liu Qingyan?

An Le was stunned, he couldn't help but think of the picture he painted in the Tianbo Water Pavilion yesterday, the old painter whose painting was said to be by the girl chasing the wind?

An Le never thought that the painter would be so vicious.

"Just because my painting is better than his, and I rob him of the opportunity to enter the Lin Mansion to paint, he is going to break my hand?"

An Le took a deep breath.

The spring rain fell finely, sprinkled on his face and skin, making him feel a little cold.

Liu Qingyan is the mastermind, so these thugs are also unforgivable.

An Le didn't think about killing them, after all, he still obeyed the law in his bones, but he was familiar with Huang Zhutou, so he could let Huang Zhutou capture them.

Assaulting people in the street is enough for them to go to jail.

Suddenly.

An Le looked at the entrance of Jingjie, the spring rain was dense, and the twilight clouds were low.

A timely spring rain made the sky dark, and the day was like twilight.

At the entrance of Jingjie, there is a familiar carriage slowly coming, the breeze blows, the curtain of the carriage undulates, the carriage is as luxurious as ever, and the rain drips down the eaves of the carriage, like intertwined bead curtains.

This carriage ......

An Le remembered that when he left the Lin Mansion that day, he saw this carriage, and there was a man sitting in the carriage.

At that time, An Le only thought that the other party was a noble person in the mansion on the side, and he didn't care.

But now, the appearance of this carriage is somewhat meaningful.

The carriage came to a halt at a distance, and on the wheels of the carriage sat a burly coachman in a cloak and a hat, holding the reins, and the handsome horse in his hand, very well-behaved.

An Le's eyes fell on the coachman, the burly coachman was like a hill, the vague qi and blood, extremely depressed, and the spring rain falling from the sky distorted the line when it approached the coachman.

Obviously, this coachman's martial arts forging cultivation must be extremely high.

In An Le's eyes, this coachman has no more and no less energy, just ten wisps, not as good as the wind chasing girl, nor as good as the Yunrou fairy, but in An Le's opinion, he is also considered a strong man.

The most important thing is in the carriage, the noble man, the palm of his hand lightly lifted the corner of the curtain, playful and deep gaze, like the sun rising in the spring rain, scorching the peace.

At that moment, An Le felt as if the heaven and earth had lost their color, and the power of the mind in his body that had just been settled and cultivated was stagnant, and his qi and blood were even more frozen rivers in the north, and it was difficult to run at all.

Just looking at the man in the carriage, I felt that my heart was grabbed by a palm, and it began to beat violently, and began to beat continuously, and the sound was like a bell, spreading to every corner of the body, as if it continued to beat, and the heart would open a big hole like a war drum exploded by a mallet!

The spring rain slid down An Le's cheeks, condensed like silk from the tip of his chin.

closed his eyes and forcibly cut off his gaze, but the man's gaze was still like the scorching sun.

An optimistic thought about the sword waterfall picture, and the sword fell from the nine heavens, cutting away the blazing light, and his mind recovered freely.

However, the beating of the heart was still difficult to contain, and it was still beating violently, as if it was about to explode out of the chest.

An Le mobilized the power of his mind and tried to control the situation of his body, but it was very difficult.

His legs began to tremble slightly, as if he couldn't help it, kneeling on the ground of the alley soaked by the spring rain, bending down the spine that symbolized dignity.

However, An Le understands that he cannot kneel, and once he kneels, his cultivation heart may be like a treasure covered in dust, and it will be very difficult to sweep away the dust.

On this day, An Le understood the two gaps.

One is the gap between ordinary people and beginners.

The other is the gap between the strong and the weak, and the distance between the latter......

It is even more difficult to cross than the former.

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The long flat lake is connected to the distant sky, and the drizzle is wet and light.

Sky Wave Water Pavilion.

A spring rain makes the scenery of the water pavilion more and more beautiful.

On the big pond, the ripples are circled, and the poetic artistic conception is like the blank space after the painter's pen is splashed with ink.

In the main hall of the Water Pavilion, Mrs. Hua lies on the couch on her side, her plump and graceful posture, like a ripe peach, showing the charm, on the stove, red charcoal boiling water, boiling water, in the fog of heat.

Mrs. Hua was quietly reading "Zhi Xing" written by the great Confucian of the academy, and there was a painting on the table, which was a sketch of a beauty painted by Mrs. Hua of An Le.

The crisp white fingers turned over the yellowed pages, and suddenly, Mrs. Hua's fingertips froze, and her eyelids drooped.

"There are not many neutral forces in Da Zhao, the Lin family, the seed family, and the Ye family, but in the eyes of the saint, neutrality represents the unknown, and the chips formed by the three major families are too heavy...... It is enough to stir up the momentum of the temple. ”

"Now that the limit of the Holy Heaven is approaching, if you fail to take that peerless step, the position of Prince of the Dragon will have to make a choice for the continuation of the dynasty, so it is ...... to be neutral in terms of the Holy Lord Full of uneasiness about the unknown, and uncontrollable. ”

Neutrality now does not mean neutrality in the future, the Lin family, the seed family and the Ye family, the three families are like mountains between the temples, which is enough to break the balance of either side.

"And with the Holy Intention in front of them, the nobles from all sides began to move their minds, wanting to find out the attitudes of the three families."

"Today...... What's more, cats and dogs dare to act in front of my Lin Mansion. ”

Lady Flower sighed softly.

Gently closing the "Zhi Xing" in her hand, Mrs. Hua sat up, her crystal little feet down from the couch, and stepped on the ground.

What happened on the quiet street, with Mrs. Hua's cultivation, naturally sensed it.

At first, she didn't plan to make a move, because she was surprised to find that An Le had successfully opened her qi and blood and stepped into the first realm of martial arts forging.

And An Le is only facing two big hands in the rivers and lakes, not cultivators, and there is no threat to An Le.

Therefore, Mrs. Hua did not make a move, but just waited and watched.

But when the carriage appeared, the cultivators in the carriage oppressed An Le with force, wanting to bend the backbone of An Happiness and destroy An Le's heart......

Madame Hua couldn't stand it anymore.

Aside from the paintings, Mrs. Hua still admires this young man, although the cultivation and enlightenment are too late, but he does not feel sorry for himself, his mentality is excellent, and he is even more settled at three moments, and he is full of blood overnight.

With this talent, Mrs. Hua really loved talent, she naturally couldn't look at the admiring young man, so as soon as she embarked on the path of cultivation, her heart was wiped out, and her heart was dusty.

In addition, she also knew that An Le was affected because of the Lin Mansion, so she had a reason to take action.

The main thing was that she couldn't get used to the man in the carriage bullying.

Mrs. Hua got up from the couch, stepped on the ground with the soles of her crystal feet, and walked to the railing of the main hall, leaning on the railing with her graceful figure, watching the spring rain in the sky.

The spring rain is like oil, fluttering and sprinkling.

The wind that swept through the hall was blowing, blowing the hot air of the boiling hot water in the pot and spilling it off.

Looking at the spring rain.

Madame Hua stretched out her crystal white palm.

Facing the twilight sky, like reaching out to pick flowers.

Instantly!

The spring rain over the entire Tianbo Water Pavilion came to an abrupt end, like flowers being picked up piece by piece.

"A great cultivator who has passed through the Five Realms has a great sense of accomplishment to bully a teenager who has just set foot in cultivation? Then I will deceive you to see if I can achieve anything? ”

Mrs. Flower murmured faintly.

After that, spread your hands.

Pick 3,000 grains of spring rain, splash sword qi and shatter the clouds.

Just a breath of anger for the teenager.

The raindrops, which were solidified like ice particles, were all pulled like thin swords in mid-air, whistling, over the Tianbo Water Pavilion, over the heavy eaves Tianbo Tower, and over the stone tablet jade workshop.

At the entrance of the quiet street, the carriage that was forcing the young man to bend over with boundless power splashed away.

The corner of the curtain lifted by the carriage floated up abruptly, as if it had been cut off sharply, and fell weakly on the waterlogged ground, like duckweed floating on it.

In the carriage, a man with a high and normal face was high.

Finally moved.

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