A golden pillar of incense burns in a curling manner, and the fireworks converge into a painting, recalling the eventful years of the past.

Like a mirror lake throwing stones, the picture is undulating.

An Le was a little curious in his heart, what kind of past can be observed from this wisp of golden years absorbed from the white girl, and what kind of years can be gathered.

Under the spring rain in the mountains, the girl who stood quietly behind him with an umbrella, understated all the way, and followed him through the three hundred steps of the green mountains, Ye Wenxi of the Ye family...... It is rumored that he is also the owner of the Little Holy Order, a competitor for peace and happiness.

Therefore, An Le was curious.

It is reasonable to take the wool of competitors and strengthen one's body.

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……

The twilight clouds are misty, and there are white feathers of plain snow flying from the sky.

Carrying the cold, wrapped in the cold.

Falling on the vast earth, absorbing blood, turning into blood red, more dazzling than the bright moon, more dazzling than the sun.

"Wenxi, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid."

"Where are the soldiers? Anointing the edge, where is the people? Fill in the ravines, sigh the rivers and mountains are the same, and thousands of villages are few. As a child of my Ye family, I should take crossing the river as my lifelong wish, cross the Canglang River, gallop on my homeland, and regain the Middle Earth that belongs to us. ”

"Wenxi knows!"

"Go, go kill, fight, become stronger, when you become strong enough, I will ask for a small holy order for you to climb the holy mountain, you go and ask the holy master, can my Ye family's sword and gun restore the Central Plains."

"Good!"

……

The calm conversation, with a bit of surging blood and blood, smashed the snow in the sky.

A man in armor, holding a spear, stood diagonally, staring down at the immature girl, like a fierce tiger, watching the first fight of the young tiger.

The girl Ye Wenxi, childish, dragged a cyan long sword, her eyes were firm, she stepped on the red snow on the ground, her small body, shouted loudly, dragged the sword all the way, and killed forward.

Lonely and petite.

In the charge.

It was a small army of twenty or thirty cultivators, whose qi and blood were intertwined like a curtain, coming on foot, with fierce eyes and murderous intentions, as if they were about to swing away the twilight clouds in the sky, and the aura of Jin Ge Iron Horse was suffocating.

The girl experienced the initial fear, the qi and blood surged from under the membrane, and the heart was vented from the mud pill palace.

The sword in his hand bloomed with tens of thousands of sword flowers, spilled into the body of the cultivator led by him, and flew up a head, and the hot blood splashed on the snow, melting the cold.

The rest of the cultivators rushed over and drowned the girl Ye Wenxi.

Fight, fight, and get stronger.

The girl Ye Wenxi seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, her eyes became more and more ruthless, and there was only killing left in her eyes.

She wants to keep getting stronger, strong enough to inherit the will of the Ye family, carry the guns and swords of the Ye family, and let the hooves of the Ye family's war horses step all over the former homeland of the Central Plains!

The man in armor watched quietly, the gun in his hand was pointed out at the right time, and the strong enemy who wanted to intervene was directly pierced through the air, and between the miserable howls and angry drinks, blood stained the snow and yellow sand.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour.

The girl Ye Wenxi, panting, standing in the snow with a sword.

Twenty-seven bodies fell.

Looking back at the man in armor, she laughed among the corpses.

……

At this point, the picture is gone, the past years cannot be left, and time is gone.

An Le glimpsed the girl's grandeur in time with the spirit of the years, and her heart couldn't help but be shocked.

The picture in this wisp of time is different from the picture that An Le observed before.

There is no injury to part, no joy, and a little more tragedy and responsibility.

Through the picture, you can feel the stubbornness of the girl and the expectation of the man in armor.

An Le slowly opened his eyes, the night was deep, the cold was unexpectedly steep, and the spring frost in the middle of the night seemed to condense the morning dew between his clothes.

His mind couldn't be calm for a long time, and Guan Ye Wenxi drew his sword to kill, as if he was in the scene, and the impact on his mind was quite violent.

But what surprised An Le even more was that a girl who was so soft and glutinous as Ye Wenxi actually killed twenty-seven people in two quarters of an hour.

This contrast made An Le more and more vigilant to feel Ye Wenxi's strength and proud talent.

Mrs. Hua said that Ye Wenxi is the real Tianjiao of the Ye family's generation, and it can indeed be called that kind of ambition is absolutely comparable to Dao Xinluo.

This woman will be his opponent on the next Little Saint list......

The spring cold hit in the middle of the night, and An Le suddenly felt a little stressed.

[Obtain the Fruit of the Years and Years: Forget Me]

[Note: Forgetfulness (Daoguo): In wartime, self-forgetfulness, life and death are put aside, only in one battle, the tactics, techniques, and fighting spirit can be greatly improved, and the combat power can be greatly increased]

A wisp of golden age, a condensation fruit forgets one.

It is somewhat similar to the Dao Fruit [Fearlessness], both of which belong to the Dao Fruit that cannot be blessed with the Qi of the years, but the effect is quite effective.

Fearlessness can make An Le fearless, fearless in the face of coercion, hardships and obstacles, overcoming obstacles and obstacles, and even receiving feedback from the Tao.

The [Self-forgetfulness] Dao Fruit is used in combat to stimulate self-forgetfulness in wartime, and the combat power has been greatly improved.

In a very wonderful state, An Le recalled the picture of Ye Wenxi charging alone in the atmosphere of the years, fighting and falling into selflessness, and killing twenty-seven enemy soldiers.

It can be regarded as an unexpected harvest, such a Dao fruit cannot be used on weekdays, but it may have a miraculous effect.

The night was deep, and before I knew it, it was early in the morning, and the sky was white.

An Le never chose to practice again, got up and went into the house, picked up the books, lit the lamp, and began to read.

Another condition for seeing the Holy Master is that you need to be the champion and the first in the imperial examination!

Therefore, spring is coming, and you must read every day.

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……

Qin Xiangfu.

Although the night is deep, there are still people sitting and talking in the pavilion of the water pavilion.

Qin Qianqiu, the young son of Qin, sat in the idle pavilion, and the tea in front of him was not tea, but the wine "Penglai Chun", which was difficult to buy in Lin'an Mansion, a kind of wine brewed from the spiritual fruit of heaven and earth.

Opposite Qin Qianqiu, Luo Qingchen sat quietly, a glass full of wine, not a drop of which he had ever drunk.

The atmosphere in the pavilion was a little stiff.

Just because Qin Qianqiu was constantly drinking, his attitude was cold, and he didn't say much.

Originally, there was a great expectation for Luo Qingchen to enter the sixth mountain and become a mountain guard, but when this expectation was shattered, the rest was boredom and disappointment.

Luo Qingchen could naturally feel this atmosphere, but he didn't say much, he was not qualified to explain anything.

"Mr. Luo, that's ...... Coming from Chongzhou, it only took a few days to practice enlightenment, but he was able to suppress Mr., climb the sixth mountain, get a small holy order, and even let Mr. Dao's heart be dusted again. ”

"Sir, there are talented people in the country, your former elegance is gone, and the frost and yellow flowers are full of decadence."

Qin Qianqiu sighed: "Thinking back then, Mr. came from Qingzhou, dazzling like gold that cleans away the dust, one person and one sword, Denglin'an won both battles, what a spring breeze." ”

"This comfort is like the old gentleman."

"But he has a more future than you, sir, he got a small holy order, and his paintings were even praised in the academy, and he opened the Mozhu faction alone."

"It's a pity that such people don't get into my hub, it's a pity."

Qin Qianqiu seemed to be worried, and drank a glass of wine suddenly.

Luo Qingchen turned his head to look at the prosperous and prosperous Qin Xiangfu Water Pavilion, and his face was much calmer.

Even if Qin Qianqiu had many blows in his words, he treated them calmly, maybe he got used to it because he received too many blows.

"Qingchen is ashamed of Qin Xiang's cultivation and resources for many years."

Luo Qingchen finally raised his glass, took a sip, and said softly.

Qin Qianqiu's eyes fell on Luo Qingchen, and his pupils seemed to reflect the moonlight, looking a little cold: "Mr. Luo, this newcomer to the Little Holy List is deeply involved with the Lin Mansion, and the Qin Mansion and the Lin Mansion are endless, if you can enter the Qin Mansion, it is the best, if you can't enter the ......"

Between the water pavilions, a killing machine suddenly rolled up.

Qin Qianqiu didn't care about it from the beginning, only regarded An Le as an eighteen-year-old straw bag who was enlightened, and then emerged as a teenager and won the Little Holy Order, and now he attaches great importance to it.

This change is only a matter of days.

Luo Qingchen drank calmly.

"If you are not allowed to enter the Qin Mansion, then please kill him." Qin Qianqiu looked at Luo Qingchen, and finally became eager again.

Luo Qingchen looked at Qin Qianqiu.

Kill a proud man who has just received a little holy order, Hua Xie Bing is optimistic, and the sixth mountain lord gave him a sword, is this to make him Luo Qingchen give up this life, and exchange his life for a life with An Le?

"Young boy, the light dust Dao heart is covered with dust, you need to recuperate and cleanse your heart, this matter, find someone else."

Luo Qingchen got up, shook his head, stood up, said goodbye, and turned to leave.

Qin Qianqiu sat in the idle pavilion and stared at Luo Qingchen's back: "Sir, don't say that East China Sea Heart Cleansing Pearl, just the glory, wealth and cultivation resources that Qin Mansion has given to Mr. over the years, Mr. should always make some returns." ”

Luo Qingchen's back paused slightly, and then shattered the cold night and left the Qin Mansion.

After drinking the Penglai spring wine that reflected the moonlight, Qin Qianqiu suddenly sneered lightly.

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……

The warmth of the morning sun dispelled the slight chill of spring.

The entire Lin'an Mansion began to be restless.

Yesterday, at the foot of the sixth mountain, the white-clothed young man climbed the mountain with a sword, picked an ink pool under the peach tree, and the cultivators who watched the young man get the sword all sent people to collect all the news of the young man.

Eighteen-year-old cultivation enlightenment, practice has only been a few days to refine the breath of the gods, forging the body and casting the spirit bones, the late bloomer!

It is also a day to raise people, into Lin'an to go to the spring.

And what is even more shocking is the juvenile painting, which won the attention of the Lin Mansion with strange sketches, and was the painter of the Lin Mansion, and then the juvenile ink bamboo and stone drawings circulated in the Literary Academy.

The two masters of the Mozhu Tude Academy appreciated and praised it, and they shared and appreciated it personally.

It is said that you can open the ink bamboo faction and call everyone!

A painting, a sword, and a young man shocked half of Lin'an.

On this day, the ink and bamboo drawings depicted in the literary academy in Lin'an were in short supply, and they were widely circulated, and the literati and ink writers in Lin'an were all shocked.

On this day, the name of the Ann family swept like a hurricane!

On this day, An Le got up early in the morning, went to the West Lake while reading as usual, and squatted on the Yunrou fairy.