The carriage has been standing quietly in the spring rain since it stopped, without any movement, and the driver on the wheel seems to have become still even breathing, not disturbing the man in the carriage at all.

Even if the man in the car, with his powerful cultivation and unparalleled mind, oppressed this young man who was full of longing and set foot in the world of cultivation for the first time, the coachman was also indifferent and unmoved.

However, when the curtain on one corner of the carriage was suddenly cut off, and the thin curtain on that corner fell on the carriage, was beaten to the ground by the rain, and was swirled by the water in the gap, the coachman's eyes shrank suddenly.

A chill made this coachman who was obviously as hot as an oven with his body and blood like an oven, like a falling ice cave, even if he was strong and bloody, he couldn't resist this chill in the slightest.

Then, the coachman raised his head suddenly, and his face under the hat was mercilessly slapped by the spring rain, and the shock in his pupils reflected the sword qi that came from the depths of Jing Street and picked three thousand grains of spring rain.

When you see it, it looks like a silver waterfall rushing down.

The coachman didn't dare to move, and the powerful qi and blood bred in every inch of the meridians were all coagulated at this moment, and he couldn't even flow.

The sword qi that every spring rain turned into contained sharp and powerful enough to pierce him!

This is a god refining power that is enough to travel in the nine heavens, holding spring thunder, splitting the black clouds of twilight rain, and revealing a unique means of mind!

Syllable!

A wisp of spring rain turned into sword qi, and it fluttered lightly from his raised face.

The hat suddenly split into two, bursting to both sides, faintly visible, the coachman's body was trembling imperceptibly, every inch of skin was covered with goosebumps, and the chill was entangled.

……

Distance.

Trying his best to resist the oppression of the man in the carriage, when the first spring rain came with sword qi, he felt the oppression and restraint of his body, and disappeared.

Like a mountain moving, the chest soaked by the rain rose and fell slightly, but An Le's eyes became more and more refined, with a little unwillingness and fierceness in the brightness.

Eighteen this year, standing like a minion.

In front of the true cultivators, he was too weak, and the complacency of stepping into cultivation disappeared at this moment.

Today's oppression, Dao Xin is almost dusty, but it evokes a hidden anger and fighting spirit in An Le's heart.

He wants to go higher and farther on the path of cultivation step by step.

……

Inside the carriage.

Mr. Luo was moved for the first time, looking at the sword qi that was transformed by the three thousand spring rain swept by a waterfall, his heart was invisibly shrouded in a haze, and he gathered the momentum on his body, and his mind was all returned to the carriage.

A wisp of sword qi split the coachman's hat, shredded the carriage curtain, and floated towards the carriage.

In the carriage, the man sat upright, and in front of him was a small suspended sword that was still stained with blood, and the small sword couldn't help but groan, resounding from the quiet street, blowing up the spring rain around the carriage!

The man pursed his slender lips, and finally handed his palm forward, colliding the suspended small sword with the wisp of sword qi.

The sword qi dissipated, and the man's small sword also lost its divine light and fell back into the man's arms.

The man tried his best, but it was only to offset the wisp of sword qi that came from the other party's hand!

And such a sword qi, there is a whole piece!

The sky in the alley is obscured, and three thousand spring rains turn into sword waterfalls!

"Lin Jiahua defrosts, heart sword jade Guanyin ......"

The man murmured.

The next moment, he finally couldn't help it, facing the sword waterfall that covered the sky above the quiet street, he couldn't calm down and couldn't be indifferent.

The roof of the luxurious carriage suddenly exploded, and the man's figure floated up from it, however, the three thousand spring rain poured in, as if it turned into a shocking rainstorm of electric tail burning black clouds and rain feet flying silver lines!

The man's body suddenly rose and sat back in the carriage, his face as moved as earth-colored.

Three thousand grains of spring rain fell.

Every grain of rain fell from the sky like a sword blade, and the white rain fell on the wall of the carriage, and the wall of the carriage was broken inch by inch, and fell on the table in the compartment, and the table case turned into powder.

However, this knife-like spring rain fell on the man's face, but it was really like the oil spring rain, without any sharpness, and even with a kind of tenderness that nourished all things.

But Mr. Luo, who had already turned into a shattered carriage and was sitting on the ground where the rain mixed with the wreckage of the almost shattered carriage, understood that the other party did not kill him, but planted a seed of fear in his heart.

Three thousand grains of spring rain watered this seed of fear, slowly taking root and sprouting.

The coachman was still sitting on the wheel, but the carriage behind him was shattered, leaving only Mr. Luo, who was extremely embarrassed, sitting on the ground, mixed with mud.

Mr. Luo slowly raised his head and looked at An Le.

He didn't expect that Lin Fuhua would unfreeze the ice...... would make such a big deal for this teenager.

He oppressed the boy and wanted to make him bend his waist.

And Hua Jiebing turned the sword into a sword with spring rain, planting the seeds of fear in his heart.

This boy just painted a picture for you, as for that...... Spoiling and protecting the short?!

Mr. Luo's body trembled slightly, his throat choked, and he had an urge to cry, but he quickly adjusted his mind and got up from the ground in embarrassment, with a complicated look, looking at An Le.

Then, he looked in the direction of the Lin Mansion, clenched his fists, and bowed deeply, like a student worshipping a teacher: "Madame is angry, this matter is too much in Luo." ”

"You can understand doing things for Qin Qianqiu and tempting the Lin Mansion, but bullying a young man who has just stepped into cultivation, you Luo Qingchen have cultivated a joke all these years of cultivation, and the academy is what taught you these shameless acts?"

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The ethereal sound, suddenly came, lingering in the streets and alleys.

Mr. Luo clenched his fists, with a warm spring breeze smile, and looked at An Le: "Little brother, how offended, I wanted to try the limit of the little brother, but I never thought that it would dislike the lady, I hope that the little brother will not take it to heart, today is a mess, another day Luo will come to the door to apologize in person." ”

An Le looked coldly at the apologizing man with a warm smile, as if everything he had just forced him to bend over was just a joke.

This apology is insincere.

An Le took a deep breath, a smile on his face, and hugged his fist towards Mr. Luo in return.

"Brother Luo, huh? It doesn't matter, today Brother Luo let An Mou see the confrontation of real cultivators, understand the truth that there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky, and he must practice seriously in the next place, learn from Mrs. Hua, and hope that he will ask Brother Luo for advice in the future, and he can also make Brother Luo like today...... Enjoy. ”

Mr. Luo smiled kindly, what a fearless young man full of spirit.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you at any time."

The two of them were smiling and smiling like flowers, as if they were close friends.

But under each other's smiles, there are floating thoughts.

An Le smiled brightly, and by the way, he took two wisps of time qi from Mr. Luo one after another.

Although Mr. Luo's cultivation is very strong, An Le does not have the feeling that he can no longer continue to absorb the qi after absorbing the qi of the years like Mrs. Hua.

Two wisps of years of energy into the account, An Le smiled a little, turned his head to look at the driver in the distance, and nodded in greeting, by the way, he absorbed two wisps of years in succession, and did not let go of any of them.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of treading water sounded, and at the entrance of Jingjie in the distance, there were catchers wearing official uniforms, carrying knives at their waists, coming in a line.

"Mr. Luo."

When the catchers arrived, they clenched their fists towards Mr. Luo.

"Pick up the two thugs who attacked the people who attacked the court, interrogate the commanders behind the scenes, and vent the evil anger to my little brother An."

Mr. Luo said lightly.

"Yes!"

The head catcher at the head of the leader said loudly, and then the catchers drew their knives and swarmed up, detaining the three Jianghu thugs who had already been frightened by the power of the godlike cultivation powerhouse.

An Le calmly looked at these prepared catchers and didn't say anything.

Nodding to Mr. Luo, he picked up the oil-paper umbrella, shook off the blood stains on it, opened the umbrella, blocked the spring rain, and turned around and walked in the direction of the Lin Mansion.

Mr. Luo stood quietly in the rain, the rain on his body had already dried up, and his white clothes returned to dust-free, he looked at the back of An Le holding an umbrella and leaving, and squinted his eyes slightly.

He could feel that the young man had a tiger hidden in his chest, and his heart was like a furnace.

But so what?

He is angry, he hates, what if he is full of unwillingness?

The gap between Talo Qingchen and the boy is like the stars in the sky and the dust and stones on the earth, there is no comparison.

Moreover, the teenager's enlightenment is so late, the roots and bones have already been finalized, and the opportunity to build a foundation is missed, and the future will be difficult, so there is a tiger in his chest, but the young man has no capital to release the tiger.

With a faint smile, Mr. Luo turned around and walked in the other direction beyond Jingjie.

"Mr. Luo, how should this thug be?"

Yamen asked Mr. Luo's background respectfully.

However, Mr. Lowe had no interest in responding at all.

The coachman came with his horse in tow, his face expressionless, and his voice hoarse: "Attacking a lifter, attacking a cultivator, is a capital offense." ”

The headcatcher realized instantly.

……

……

Passing through the stone stele and jade workshop that made the powerful awe-inspired, and walking to the front of the Lin Mansion, An Le calmed down, closed the oil-paper umbrella, shook off the water stains, and knocked on the hanging copper door knocker.

This time, Mrs. Hua came to help, and An Le was very grateful, and she personally came to the door to thank Mrs. Hua.

The vermilion gate opened, and Lin Chaifeng's heroic face came into view.

When Lin Chaifeng saw the door, he was as happy as a chicken in soup, and a flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and those who tested the Lin Mansion were becoming more and more excessive.

An Le's situation, she also knew, as soon as Mrs. Hua made a move, Lin Chaifeng sensed it, and also learned some truth from Mrs. Hua's mouth, so Lin Chaifeng had a little resentment in his eyes, and looked at An Le who was affected, and he was also a little apologetic.

"Mr. An, please, the eldest lady is waiting for you in the water pavilion."

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