The cool moonlight shines on Lin'an, the stars are poured, and the shadows of people and trees are mottled.

Luo Qingchen left Lin'an Mansion with the corpse of Zhushan on his back, and Li You'an's sword vaporized the river tide and blocked many strong people, but he didn't encounter too much involvement, and went straight out of the city.

Qin Qianqiu is not dead, but after tonight, he is destined to become a joke of the entire Lin'an, being pressed to the ground and beaten, shrunk in the King Kong Bell, like an old turtle.

This joke will last for a long time, and it will be used by many Lin'an Xungui as a joke after dinner, the more noble Qin Qianqiu's status is, the more lasting this joke will be.

For a face-loving person like Qin Qianqiu, such a result is more uncomfortable than killing him.

The strong men of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion plundered out one after another, and the official forces such as the Lin'an Mansion and the Black Mansion also used their troops to go out of the city to search and arrest.

This night in Lin'an was not silent and very noisy.

But none of this has anything to do with Anle, and it has nothing to do with the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane.

With the death of the coachman Zhushan, Luo Qingchen beat Qin Qianqiu bitterly, and the matter has become more and more troublesome, and Qin Qianqiu is afraid that he will not dare to do anything to An Le again in a short time.

The main reason is that Lin Mansion's flower Xie Bing not only returned, but also invited back the legendary champion Li Youan......

The news has spread, and all the nobles in the entire Lin'an Mansion are aware of it.

Just now, Qin Qianqiu arranged to stay at the gate of Lin'an Mansion, wanting to stop the strong man who was about to stop Hua Jiebing, but was scolded by Li Qianqiu, and sent to the battlefield of Canglang River, and he could not return if he did not kill the enemy.

This kind of domineering power makes many nobles in Lin'an Mansion dare not mess around anymore, and everyone knows what the purpose of such a legendary person's return to Beijing is.

Spring is coming, and Hua Jiebing invited Li You'an, which is naturally related to the turmoil that will be tried in front of the palace.

The contradictions and grievances between the Lin Mansion and the Qin Mansion may take a great turn in the ownership of a fixed turmoil.

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In Taimiao Alley, the courtyard gate opened.

The cold moonlight sprinkled from the starry night sky, passed through the leaves of the old locust tree, and sprinkled mottled shadows on the ground.

In the center of the courtyard, there is a square table, on which there is a pot of old rice wine in Yanchun, three wine cups, and a pound of beef.

The old man of Taimiao squinted and sat on the chair, drinking wine and eating meat, his long eyebrows fluttering lightly in the night breeze.

Li Youan, who was dressed in plain clothes, was also sitting on a chair, eating beef and drinking wine.

An Le was dressed in white, with a green mountain ink pool on his waist, just drinking.

"An Xiaoyou, the battle you just fought with the coachman is in the eyes of the old man."

The old man of Taimiao drank a glass of wine, put down the wine cup, and said with a chuckle: "Everyone has to pay the price for their choices, the coachman paid the price of his life, although he is unwilling, but he is not unwilling to kill you, but unwilling to fail to send Luo Qingchen back to Qingzhou." ”

"And it's good that you don't have compassion and don't spare your hand in battle."

Hearing this, An Le drank the wine in the cup, and said: "That coachman forges the three realms of the body, refining the breath of the gods, and is higher than me in the realm, and the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, my realm is already lower than him, how can I keep my hand because of compassion?" ”

"If I am killed, at most I will get a sigh from the coachman, just as he is dead, and I will sigh with a sigh."

"I'm not a strong man, how can I raise some strong conceit?"

An Le said very solemnly and seriously.

Zhao Huangting paused, and then laughed.

Li Youan, who had been drinking wine and eating dried meat and rice, also paused and glanced at An Le in surprise.

"That's a good point."

Li Youan wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, and asked again, "Have you understood the secret swordsmanship in the Little Holy Order?" ”

An Le knew that what he was asking about should be the skill of manipulating the ink pool in the air, "Sword Qi Near".

Without concealment, An Le nodded generously and admitted: "I realized something yesterday." ”

"Yes, the talent is very good, the opportunity in the little holy order is left by the holy master, swordsmanship, knife skills, marksmanship, etc., everyone sees and understands differently."

"Even if it's the same kendo, you can understand different techniques."

Ronin chuckled.

Zhao Huangting ate the meat and said: "An Xiaoyou, General Li was also the holder of the Little Holy Order back then, and he overwhelmed the original generation, sitting on the top of the Holy Mountain, talking to the Holy Master, today he eats your wine and drinks your meat, if you have any doubts about swordsmanship, don't be polite, just ask." ”

Hearing this, An Le's eyes lit up: "The seniors have talked to the Holy Master......

"Xiaosheng really has a doubt."

Li Youan smiled but did not speak, and motioned for An Le to ask.

An Le thought about it, and did not ask about the close relationship of sword qi, but asked a question that had been held back for a long time: "Emperor Yuanmeng is known as the strongest person in the world, so ...... Holy Master or Emperor Yuan, who is stronger? ”

The wind blows the courtyard, and the leaves of the old locust trees rustle against each other, and it is quiet.

Zhao Huangting squinted, and Li Youan fell into deep thought.

The topic of comfort was indeed somewhat unexpected by them.

After a long time, Li Youan drank the last glass of old rice wine, raised his head, looked at the starry sky, and said calmly: "Many things, when you talk to the Holy Master, you will know." ”

"No matter how strong Emperor Yuanmeng is, he is only the strongest person in the world after all."

"The Holy Master is different."

"The Holy Master is here, the sky is the sky, and the world is the world."

When An Le heard this, he always felt that Li You'an had something to say, and he didn't understand the deeper meaning, but he understood the straightforward meaning.

Emperor Yuanmeng is the strongest person in the world, but he is still under the sky, and the holy master has jumped out of this level and sat and watched the heavens and the earth.

"The wine is drunk, the meat is finished, and your questions are asked, so it's time to go, so as not to disturb An Gongzi's chance."

Li Youan got up and dusted off his plain clothes.

Zhao Huangting also smiled and got up: "You'an, change the scene." ”

"An Xiaoyou painted a horse for that Lin Shilang in the Lin Mansion today, and from a long distance, the old man can smell the ink fragrance of the merry wild horse in the painting."

"Let's go find the Yuan Emperor's horse and take a look at the wild horse in An Xiaoyou's painting."

Zhao Huangting couldn't wait to greet him.

An Le was dumbfounded, can you smell this?

Li Youan's eyes lit up: "Hua Xie Bing praised to me the arrogance of the ink and bamboo you painted, and the predecessors are also known as the wild horses in the pen, just to enjoy it." ”

An Le got up and clasped his fists at the two.

Li Youan took his hand, his long hair fell uninhibitedly, walked to the entrance of the courtyard, looked at An Le and said, "Can you name the sword skills you learned from the little holy order?" ”

An Le heard this and said, "The name is 'Sword Qi Near'." ”

The corners of Li You'an's lips were raised, and suddenly his mind was like a starlight permeating his body, and a sword qi slowly converged and formed in the endless starlight.

"My sword skill is called 'Thousand Hundred Degrees', and this sword is also known as Thousand Hundred Degrees."

Li You'an stroked the long sword with the palm of his hand, the sword body was filled with starlight, and trembled slightly: "Feel the 'sword qi is near', you are only enlightened now, when you really get started, there will be unexpected gains." ”

As soon as the words fell, Li Youan snapped his fingers, and the famous sword suddenly turned into a spark and disappeared without a trace.

Then, he strode out of the courtyard.

The old man of Taimiao smiled and glanced at An Le: "An Xiaoyou, I didn't expect you to paint horses in addition to bamboo, very good, communicate well another day." ”

Sent to the courtyard in peace, the old man left with a smile, and the sound of the bamboo cane hitting the bluestone echoed in the night alley, gradually drifting away.

Before the temple.

Li Youan stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the luxurious and majestic temple that was brightly lit.

The old man came with a bamboo cane and said with a smile: "What do you think of this?" ”

Li Youan retracted his gaze and said: "He has outstanding swordsmanship talent, his personality is neither humble nor arrogant, and he can be seen from his ink and bamboo, and he is a talent." ”

"But whether it can carry your green mountains, it is still unknown."

The old man smiled, his eyes were much deeper: "Old decay can't break through the realm, and when the deadline is approaching, it is a kind of luck to find such a young man to inherit Qingshan." ”

"The young man once said, 'I see how charming the green mountains are, and the green mountains should be like this when they see me', how romantic."

"Qingshan gave him, and he has no regrets about his old age."

Li Youan's eyes softened when he heard this: "It's very romantic." ”

Then he frowned slightly: "Isn't there hope for the seniors?" ”

"The avenue is long, the years have left traces, as strong as Emperor Yuan, if he has not broken the ten realms, he can only live for 600 years, I once held a sword and knocked on the sky, but now, the years are rolling, and the immortals laugh at my early birth."

The old man leaned on a bamboo cane, looked at the brightly lit Taimiao, and sighed.

"It has been 500 years since Da Zhao moved south, too many people in Lin'an Mansion are facing the limit of cultivation, and when people are old, they are easy to be afraid of death.

The old man turned his head to look at Li You'an: "But the old man is uneasy, north of the Canglang River, all are homeland, but we can only look at the river and miss our hometown. ”

"Even if it's the one in the Tianxuan Palace, when he gets old, he forgets the grievances when he moved south."

"This Lin'an, there is no time to turn back."

"You, Li You'an, Ye Longsheng, and the seed master are very happy to cross the river, and I hope you will not be blinded by the prosperity of Lin'an."

The old man's sighs, heartaches, and admonitions made Li Youan's face solemn and deeply moved.

"The old man once carried a broken bamboo sword to kill the Yuanmeng Emperor, but that battle, the main thing was to cover up and retreat, not cool enough, and after some time, the old man will definitely cross the river and go north to ask the Yuan Emperor for advice."

The old man stroked his long eyebrows and smiled softly.

When Li Youan heard this, he narrowed his eyes: "That must be ...... Very crisp. ”

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There was silence in the courtyard.

The table was empty and empty, and the wine was too bad.

Calm and calm, he cleaned up the table and watered the potted flowers.

Subsequently, the yard was cleared to the emptiness.

He raised his hand, and with a flick of his sword fingers, the green mountains and the ink pool roared out, inserted into the trunk of the old locust tree, and trembled slightly.

An Le stood still for a moment, and the picture and details of the battle with the burly coachman Zhushan appeared in his mind.

[Fearless] Dao Guo trembled slightly.

Then he exhaled like thunder, and the qi and blood poured out from under the membrane and from the pores.

The spirit bones are sonorous, the qi and blood are surging, and the stars are bathed in peace, and the five birds are practiced!

The misty blood mist is surrounded by fierce tigers, spirit deer, fierce bears, cunning apes, and sharp cranes......

After a martial arts exercise, in the mud pill palace in the heart of An Le eyebrows, a pool of swords emerged, reflecting the starlight and flooding.

Fetal breath slowly boiling!

Like a fierce beast heading towards the third realm of refining gods, it launched an attack!