On the way back, the spring rain is no longer sprinkled, the remnant sun in the sky is running between the wind, and the glow secretly shines from behind, sprinkling a layer of golden light on the longitudinal Lin'an road.

In the luxurious chariot, Lin Chaifeng chattered non-stop, venting the shock and excitement in his heart.

Lin Qingyin sat quietly in it, pursed her lips and listened, smiling from time to time.

An Le is sitting in a precarious position, with a bamboo sword and a green mountain around his waist, the ink pool is horizontal on his legs, the whole person is very peaceful, outsiders see it, and think that he has won the favor of the mountain master, and the genius who won the small holy order is the Lin Chasing Wind who is throwing a burning stick and is excited and difficult to control.

The sunset is the first few peaks in the southwest, and the broken glow is thousands of miles away from the red.

With the sunset after the spring rain, the chariot drove all the way back to Lin'an Mansion at the beginning of the lanterns.

After getting out of the chariot, An Le pinned two swords to his waist, smiled and said goodbye to Lin Chaifeng and Lin Qingyin, and when the chariot gradually disappeared at the end of Qingbo Street, he turned around and walked towards Taimiao Alley.

A seat in white, with a smile on the corner of his lips, and an happy mood.

Cultivation is a breakthrough, and it is also a harvest of sword ink pools and small holy orders, and naturally the heart is happy.

Walking to the gate of the courtyard, I was slightly flustered, but I saw an old man in plain clothes and wide sleeves standing with a bamboo cane in front of the hospital, holding a pot of wine and a bag of oil-paper beef in his hand.

Seeing that he had returned happily, the old man raised his eyebrows slightly and raised the wine and meat in his hand.

The smile on An Le's lips widened more and more, and he quickened his steps, trotted to the front of the courtyard gate, took out the key and opened the door to enter.

A moment later.

In the courtyard after the new rain, on the small table, wine and meat are drunk.

An Le drank a cup with the old man, which was regarded as a celebration of today's small holy decree on the sixth mountain.

The sun shines brightly, sprinkling the brilliance of the world.

The old man held the ink pool in his hand and squinted his eyes: "There are three thousand swords hidden in the main box of the sixth mountain, which is known as the sword that hides all the world, the sword of the immortals in the sky, and the sword of red dust on the ground. ”

The old man's fingers like the withered branches of an old tree wiped the blade of the sword, the ink pool trembled slightly, and the sword chant filled the courtyard.

"This ink pool, quite interesting, such as ink and wash, is a sword of calligraphy and painting, now the rank can only be regarded as a six-grade sword, but it is quite suitable for you, you are good at painting, to paint the sword, can make the ink pool rank rise, plus the contained small holy order, the future rank may break through the limit of this sword."

The old man praised.

When An Le heard this, he also smiled: "I have just entered the second realm of forging now, and the ink pool is the most suitable for me, and I have pursued a high-grade sword weapon in vain, but I can't exert its power, and it is of little significance." ”

The old man took a piece of beef and chuckled, "It's great that you can be so free." ”

"Now that you have a small holy order, the old man should also remind you that those who have a small holy order will be on a list, called the little holy list, and those who hold the small holy order will be listed."

"Obtaining a small holy order is one of the conditions for dialogue with the holy master, but you must be in the top three to have a chance, which is also a test."

When An Le heard this, he was stunned.

"How to move up the list, it's very simple, it's a challenge."

"If you win, you can move up the ranks, but each Minor Holy Order holder only has two chances to lose."

"After losing twice, the little holy order was shattered, and he was removed, so be cautious about the challenge."

The old man drank and chuckled.

Hearing this, An Le's face gradually became solemn.

"As for the specific list, you can know it when you go to the Lin Mansion, and I won't say much about it."

The old man didn't continue to talk about this, and the two of them drank old rice wine, admired the remnant sun, and talked about their experience in ink and bamboo painting.

When Xiaoyue was hanging in the air and the wine was gone, the old man got up and dusted off his plain clothes, and walked out of the courtyard with a bamboo cane.

"You who have received the little holy order, you are about to become famous in Lin'an, many glory and wealth, all kinds of extravagant tests will come to add to you, uphold your heart, forge ahead, and live up to your talent and green mountains."

The old man stood in the alley, reminding him seriously and sincerely.

Listen to the words and reach the ground for a long time.

"Remember."

When the old man heard this, he turned around and walked, and in the alley under the moonlight, the sound of the beating of bamboo canes echoed, and gradually faded away.

An Le retracted his gaze and returned to the courtyard, sitting on a chair with a three-foot ink pool on his lap, bathing in the cold wind of the spring night, and his mind gradually calmed down.

Although he had received the Little Holy Order, the pressure he had to face next was even greater.

Having obtained the small holy order, he does not want to hesitate and move forward, and he must ascend to the heights to see the holy master who is more mysterious and powerful than Emperor Yuanmeng.

Therefore, the little saint is on the list, and the champions and the first in the imperial examination are all mountains waiting for him to climb.

In the days to come, he should guard against arrogance and rashness.

Reading, practicing, sword raising, and three provinces of my body.

Exhaled a breath of turbidity, got up peacefully, simply cleaned up the courtyard, and placed the potted flowers and plants left by the former landlady on the edge, and then bathed in the courtyard and practiced the five birds.

Forging the body to set foot in the two realms, casting the sword qi spirit bone, between the flow of qi and blood, the strength is sprayed, and with the power of the sword qi spirit bone, the power is much stronger than the first realm.

The tiger style became more and more powerful, and between the changes in action, it was really like a colorful tiger, roaring in the mountains and forests, and even causing the aura of heaven and earth to converge.

Subsequently, the deer pose, the bear pose, the ape pose and the bird pose each practiced, and the failure of each style was greatly improved, and in the sixth mountain, bathing in the sword rain and forging five birds, the harvest was huge.

After a while, the boiling qi and blood slowly stopped, An Le gathered his mind, closed his eyes and felt the changes in the strength between the spirit bones, and became familiar with the sudden increase in strength and explosion.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the cold night is getting deeper.

An Le sat cross-legged under the old locust tree, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

On the sixth mountain, although she has never broken through the fetal breath realm, she has set foot in the third realm of refining gods, refining gods and transcending the mundane, Mrs. Hua once said that this realm is very important, and it is a kind of spiritual transformation.

An Le attaches great importance to it, and with the visualization, the moonlight seems to be attracted by it, and it is sprinkled all over the body, as if wearing a clear robe.

In the mud pill palace in the center of the eyebrows, a phantom shadow of the sword pool appeared, permeating the surroundings.

The sword light floats, like a dream.

The ink pool on his lap with his mind and mind vibrated slightly, as if he was about to rise to the sky, lingering around his body and galloping.

But after all, it's still a little worse, if you refine the gods, maybe you can easily move the sword to get up and down.

Suddenly, An Le's mind flooded into the body of the ink pool sword, and a wisp of sword qi worked.

In the perception of comfort, it is pure, majestic, and sharp.

The mind gradually sank into the ink pool, and the ink pool sword seemed to really turn into a pool of ink-colored pool water, enveloping An Le and constantly sinking into it.

It was a secret hidden in the small holy order, and it could be regarded as a shallow gift from the Holy Master.

When An Le opened his eyes, he saw a picture scroll, slowly unfolding.

The ink color is smudged, and there are paintings to present.

An is optimistic about painting, only feeling a grass, a leaf, and a drop of water in the painting...... All can become swords, all things in heaven and earth hide sword energy!

Sword energy, close at hand!

This is a sword technique, a very pure sword move!

It is also the result of this peace and happiness after winning the little holy order!

It's not a method of cultivating gods, it's not a method of forging the body, it's just pure swordsmanship, and even, it doesn't have a name, it's like a painting of ink painting in it, which is captured and viewed by An Le.

Under the old locust tree, An Le's mind was detached from the small holy order in the ink pool, and under the pupils, there seemed to be a flash of sword light.

He stood up, could no longer control his facial expression, grinned, put his two fingers together into a sword, and gently wiped it in front of him, his mind was like turning into a subtle wisp of sword qi, like a string on the back of a puppet's neck.

The quiet inkpool, detached from the body of comfort, roared out, and the extremely fast float rampage, slicing through the air, like a fish in a pond cutting through the flow of water.

Although it is not Edgeworth, this feeling of being able to control the sword weapon in the air makes An Le feel very happy and free!

Under An Le's control, the ink pool was slammed into the old locust tree, and with a slight tremble, the tree fell a leaf.

An Le pointed at the sword, and the leaves of the old locust tree were actually controlled like a sword weapon, like a flying sword sweeping the air!

This is the sword control technique in the secret secret of the Little Holy Order!

An Le's eyes are shining, a grass, a leaf, a drop of water...... All things in heaven and earth can hide sword energy, what a domineering sword move!

In the Mud Pill Palace, the sword pool was boiling, and his mind seemed to have grown a little stronger at this moment, and he was getting closer and closer to the world.

……

……

Outside the alley, the four corners of the heavy eaves two-story pavilion-style temple.

The incense is faint.

Zhao Huangting was writing and splashing ink, and suddenly felt something, and turned his head to look in the direction of the small courtyard in the alley.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"The secret treasure left by the Holy Master in the Little Holy Order...... Realized it so quickly?! ”

"Demon ......"

Zhao Huangting took a deep breath, and then smiled: "My Zhao Huangting's eyes are poison." ”

……

……

An Le controlled the sword for a while, his mind was exhausted, and he was a little tired.

The mind moved.

The long-lost light curtain is revealed.

……

[Name: An Le]

[Time gas: 3 wisps]

[Years and Years Dao Fruit: Eternal Talent (0/2 wisps of Golden Years Qi, 0/100 Wisps), Natural Swordsman (0/2 Wisps of Golden Years Qi, 0/100 Wisps), Broken Sword Jin (2/10 Wisps), Fearless, Quenching Demon Ancient Jade]

[Mastery exercises: "Sword Waterfall Diagram" (11 wisps), "Qi Inhalation and Exhalation Formula" (1 wisp)]

[Mastery skills: "Five Birds Forging Body Skill" (18 wisps), "Zhao Zu Changquan (Remnant)" (1 wisp)]

……

Well?

An Le was stunned, and unexpectedly found that this sword control skill had not been recorded on the light curtain.

Even a rotten street method like "Zhao Zu Changquan (Remnant)" can be recorded, but this technique cannot be recorded.

Perhaps, just because this sword move is purely a skill, it can't be recorded?

Standing in the steep spring night, An Le is thoughtful.

"The sword move is realized from the small holy order, the sword move is nameless, under the sword move, the sword qi is close at hand, and it can endow all things, in this case, this move is called 'sword qi near'."

An Le happily named the sword move.

Then, his mind moved, and he mobilized the three wisps of time qi that he had absorbed from the white girl, thought about it, and blessed it to the Dao Fruit [Eternal Talent].

After blessing two wisps.

Suddenly, there was a golden light in front of him, and An Le was very surprised, and he actually got a touch of golden age from the girl in vain.

The golden years are gasified and incense pillars are burned.

There is a picture like a stone thrown in a lake, rippling.