Mrs. Hua thought of An Le, a young painter who amazed the Lin Mansion with his sketches, did not seek wealth but practice, and was given the "Sword Waterfall Picture" by her.

"Sword Waterfall Map" is quite precious, it is the top method of refining gods, if it is not for the tenacity of the young man, Mrs. Hua may not really give it away, in her opinion, the young man is eighteen years old to practice enlightenment, it is really late.

Although the young man settled in three moments, he was born in two days, and 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 festival, climb the top list and enter the ranks, and set foot in the extravagant Tianxuan Palace, he can basically only be delusional.

To retrieve Da Lang's turmoil, she can only rely on her to de-ice herself.

"The old lady is very old and twilight, and the limit of cultivation is approaching, so he doesn't want to make trouble in vain at this time, for the sake of the future of the Lin Mansion, he will tolerate it everywhere."

"But I spend time to dissolve the ice and cultivate a dusty heart sword, if I am angry, I can't vent it, so the heart sword is covered with dust, and there is no hope of breaking the realm, it's not my intention."

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

Mrs. Hua exhaled lightly, came back to her senses, smiled and continued to drink with Mrs. Ye and taste the delicacies.

The Ye family is also a martial arts family, however, unlike the Lin Mansion, the pillar of the Ye Mansion is still the Kaifu general, although it is past its prime, but it is still very imposing, it is the world's top military general, leading the army outside the Canglang River, blocking the iron cavalry of the Yuanmeng Empire, and even repeatedly achieving victories, which is feared by the Yuanmeng Empire, and even hated.

The most common words shouted by General Ye, who swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger, were two words, cross the river!

I heard that it was this general who rose in Weimo, an old general who once followed, the old general resisted the enemy all his life, and before he died with hatred, he shouted three times in a row: "Cross the river!" Cross the river! Cross the river! ”

Cross the river to the north and conquer Yuanmeng and recover the lost territory in the Central Plains!

This is the inheritance of the will.

If it is said that Mrs. Lin gave up her life and stopped the Yuanmeng army, it was for the continuation of the dynasty.

General Ye is determined to cross the river and the Northern Expedition, which is to ignite the fire for the revival of the dynasty!

Mrs. Hua admires General Ye, who is a generation of heroes, but unfortunately, the ambition of the Northern Expedition has never been approved by the imperial court, and General Ye has played the Northern Expedition regulations twenty-four times in a row, all of which have been suppressed by the saint who sits high in the Tianxuan Palace.

The deterrence brought by Emperor Yuanmeng, the strongest man in the world, was like a sharp blade hanging over the heads of the princes of the Manchu Dynasty, including the emperor.

The nobles did not dare to bet, and the emperor did not dare to bet.

By taking advantage of the terrain of the Canglang River, it can block the army of the Yuanmeng Empire, but once it is defeated and torn apart, the prosperity and wealth of the Great Zhao who have moved south for hundreds of years may face the charge and trampling of the Yuanmeng iron cavalry.

Therefore, this General Ye is not very good at the border, and the pressure is extremely high.

Therefore, Mrs. Hua was quite moved by Mrs. Ye's willingness to help.

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The stone paths of the distant mountains and cold mountains are sloping, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds.

Sixth Mountain.

There is a leisure pavilion on the big flat.

The night is lonely, the evening breeze is howling, and the sky is full of stars.

The old man in the Confucian shirt in the pavilion and the man with the pine sword box are still talking against each other, and when the last chess piece falls, the game of chess is over.

"Let's go, it's time to open the mountain and enter Lin'an."

The man in white stood up, and the huge pine sword box looked a little weird.

He walked outside the pavilion, looking at the dark mountains under the night, and his eyes were bright and the ancient wells were waveless.

The old man in the old shirt got up, what he was holding in his hand was the ink bamboo and stone drawing drawn by An Le, looked at the man, and said with a smile: "The mountain master really wants to open the mountain, accept this painting bamboo boy as the mountain guard?" If the old man remembers correctly, this is the second mountain keeper of the mountain owner, right? ”

"The opening of the holy mountain is a major event in the world, and it will definitely cause an uproar, and there will be countless geniuses and heroes, who are famous and want to enter the mountain gate.

The old man in the Confucian shirt laughed.

The man clasped his hands around his chest, and his face was as indifferent as the deep night: "Will I be afraid of criticism?" ”

"I admired the boy's paintings, admired the gentleman's arrogance contained in the boy's paintings, and chose him to be the mountain guard, who dares to criticize me?"

"If it weren't for the rules of the holy mountain here, I would have wanted to take the young man into my mountain gate right now to see if the young man's backbone was really as proud as ink bamboo."

The old man in the Confucian shirt listened to these domineering and arrogant words, and smiled: "It is worthy of being the sixth mountain master of the holy mountain, since this is the case, the old man will no longer dissuade him." ”

The man squinted at the old man: "Dissuade? You Wang Banshan just want to pick peaches, and you also appreciate the bamboo boy, right? Want to grab someone from me? ”

"Your Academy of Literature has become more and more boring over the years, scholars, beware of Haoran and righteousness, but it can be seen that your Academy of Literature, how many people have Haoran and hidden righteousness?"

"The martial temple is much more pleasing to the eye than your academy."

After the man finished speaking, he stopped speaking, and the pine sword box behind him slammed to the ground, and his palm touched it, opening the box by an inch.

Infinite sword qi erupted from the crack in the box.

The man clenched his five fingers, used his fingers as a pen and sword qi as ink, and wrote in mid-air.

This night, Lin'an couldn't sleep, and there was a sword qi like a star falling backwards into the sky.

Just because, the sixth mountain lord of the holy mountain, the book opens the mountain order:

Three days later, the sixth mountain was chosen to guard the mountain.

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Ye Mansion, Water Pavilion Garden.

Mrs. Hua and Mrs. Ye walked into the courtyard, both of them were strong people in refining gods, and they couldn't help but look up, and they saw a sword aura breaking through the sky above the night sky.

"It's ...... The sword qi of the sixth mountain lord opens the mountain?! ”

Mrs. Hua and Mrs. Ye were surprised one after another, and the sword qi was hanging like a silver waterfall.

The two looked at each other, and the sixth mountain should choose to guard the mountain?

How did it come so suddenly?

"The Holy Mountain Lord, each of them is a brilliant person, the Sixth Mountain Lord is the sixth disciple of the Holy Master, the sword qi is known for his domineering, the Sixth Mountain so far, there is only one mountain guard, right? So, this is to choose the second mountain guard? ”

Mrs. Ye covered her mouth and couldn't stop being surprised, what was the source of such a major event without warning?

"If you remember well, the mountain master chooses to guard the mountain, and does not pay attention to cultivation and talent, but more by eye...... Three days later, the sixth mountain, which used to be quiet, was afraid that it would be a good place, but I didn't know which one would be the lucky one chosen by the mountain owner. ”

Mrs. Hua also chuckled, although she had doubts in her heart, she did not think much about it.

However, the opening of the sixth mountain lord may allow the chasing wind, Qingyin and the sons of the mansion to try, if they can enter the holy mountain, even if they are just the identity of the mountain guard, they will be extremely noble.

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

Many Guogong Mansions, Qin Xiangfu, Wenyuan Martial Temple, and even the depths of Jing Street, which represents the most noble Tianxuan Palace of Great Zhao, are all star-casting, and the sword qi above the starry night is opened.

The minds of all forces are moving, some are bound to win, and some are waiting to see the show.

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

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The next day, early in the morning.

It was raining lightly.

The vibration of the night, as far as An Le is concerned, has no effect, and he does not know about the opening order of the sixth mountain lord.

Visualizing the "Sword Waterfall Map" overnight, An Le only felt that his mind had grown a lot, perhaps because of the [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit, which gave him a special blessing for his comprehension of the sword cultivation method.

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

According to the description in the Dharma, the most important feature of the realm of detachment is to be able to rest assured of the gods from the outside, and to parade through the world without the world!

In the realm of detachment, refining the gods can kill alone, killing people invisibly!

Although An Le has now consolidated the realm of fetal breath, he is still a long way from refining his gods, but it does not prevent him from dreaming about it.

Exhaled like a sword, the chest and abdomen contained a night of depression spurting, the whole person was like a wash, radiant.

An Le walked out of the room and walked to the courtyard.

When I first heard the sound of spring rain, the old dream of Jiangnan was overwhelming.

A night of spring rain came inadvertently.

The air was a little cold, and in the courtyard, Hu Jingang's body still existed, but the pungent blood that lingered in the air was covered by the spring rain, which slowed down a little.

Glancing at the headless corpse, An Le's face was indifferent, one night was enough time for him to adjust his mentality.

Dressed in white, bathed in the spring rain, accompanied by the old locust trees in the courtyard, he began to practice the five birds.

Climb to the perfection of qi and blood, roll like a chariot, roar like a bell.

Tiger style, bear style, deer style, ape style and bird style, all kinds of evolution, and then blessed with fifteen wisps of time, the proficiency climbed, more and more charm.

"Yes, although the five-bird forging body is not the top forging method, it is not easy to practice well.

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

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

"Senpai." An Le was slightly surprised when he saw the old man.

The old man smiled and bowed slightly.

"An Xiaoyou, I haven't seen you for a day, don't come unharmed?"

An Le hugged his fists: "Yesterday I played the old rice wine, and the predecessors will be in the womb of Xiaosheng in the future, and after work today, Xiaosheng will buy some more." ”

The old man waved his hand: "It's okay, the old man took your painting, didn't he promise to give you a sword?" Therefore, I rushed early this morning to give away the sword. ”

That's it.

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

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