The spring mud is slippery in the mirror, and the dawn tree is like a picture with clouds.

An Le was like this, sitting under the courtyard, the spring rain accompanied by the breeze, suddenly jumped into a few grains, stained on An Le's face, and was evaporated by the boiling qi and blood running under the membrane, turning into misty water vapor.

After a few days of retreat and penance, the high-intensity mobilization of the spirit and spirit, and the continuous practice of the ancient demon five birds, I finally got the fruits of the harvest today.

The aura caused the spring rain to be shaking, and the wind and waves in the small courtyard were sudden, and the leaves of the old locust tree were blowing.

An Le closed his eyes, and his mind sank into the dantian.

The dantian is like an oven, the qi and blood make a fire, burn and forge, and a qi and blood inner pill can be vaguely seen, suspended in it, dripping and rotating!

Open qi and blood, cast spiritual bones, and condense the inner pill...... This is the first three realms of forging body martial arts.

A few days before refining the gods, Mrs. Hua thought that it was the "Five Birds Forging Body Skills" that dragged down Anle, so she let him go to the martial temple to watch the stones, and the martial arts were practiced by the martial arts.

But An Le, who had just obtained the martial arts, had Qingshan sword qi and Wukui stone qi and blood baptism and quenching body, but he did not immediately condense the inner dan, and at first, An Le was still a little stunned in his heart.

It's a lot calmer now, and some things are more difficult to ask for.

It was as if a spring rain dropped, blooming and bursting, shattering the bottleneck of the realm that had been maintained in the body.

Above the flesh, the ancient demon five bird scriptures seem to be revived, and there are faintly ancient demon tigers, fierce demons, demon apes and other big demons roaring, condensing a majestic and domineering momentum!

Neidan is a very important thing for a body forging practitioner.

It is the foundation of the continuous flow of qi and blood!

Manpower is sometimes poor, but Neidan, who can survive to the extreme, can burst out of strength without stopping.

Just as the worldly realm is a great leap in the cultivation of refining gods, the same is true of the martial arts inner dan.

The importance of the Inner Dan is to carry the future of the realm, and the fourth realm of the forging body is closely related to the Inner Dan!

Outside the courtyard, the wind and rain were fierce.

The old man of Taimiao, dressed in plain clothes, suddenly appeared.

Looking at the young man sitting in the courtyard, but carrying the will of the ancient demon on his body, he couldn't help but have a touch of appreciation in his eyes.

"It comes naturally, and if you make a breakthrough naturally, what you pay attention to in practice is a smooth heart."

The old man of Taimiao raised his eyebrows and sighed.

The gift of peace and happiness, as the practice progresses, develops more and more to reveal an amazing performance.

The higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to break through, and An Le seems to have accumulated a momentum to break through all barriers and obstacles.

The old man once thought that Qingshan chose Anle because Anle was proud of his bamboo paintings, and because of the tenacious character of the young man who did not lower his eyebrows and bent his waist, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Perhaps the talent of youth is also one of the reasons why Qingshan is charming.

In the courtyard, the breath of peace and happiness gradually converged, and the inner Dan was round, condensing the energy of qi and blood, aura, and the essence of the body, shining brightly and full of spirit.

This kind of inner pill quality, which is almost perfect at the beginning of condensation, is extremely rare among forging martial artists.

An Le exhaled a breath of turbidity, feeling that the energy in his body was endless, and the inner pill was like the source, constantly pushing out the strength.

If refining the gods is the transformation of the spiritual level, then the forging of the body condensation is the transformation of the physical level.

An Le suddenly thought that he was able to kill the coachman Zhushan a few days ago, mainly because Zhushan did not have a high-grade forging method, the inner Dan was coarse and coarse, coupled with the weakness of the soul, the sword qi was almost too restrained.

Otherwise, it is still very easy to forge the third realm and beat the second realm.

An Le thought back at this moment, in fact, there was some danger hidden in it, but he was not afraid, cultivation was originally a process of cutting through the thorns in front of him and climbing to the top of the mountain.

Be fearless, but also judge the situation in order to climb high and look far.

When I opened my eyes, my mind was like a silk thread.

On the old locust tree, Qingshan suddenly came out of the tree, An Le raised his hand and grabbed the Qingshan bamboo sword, and began to dance the sword by the energy in his body.

The old man sat under the courtyard with a smile on his face, drinking to himself.

By the way, I overflowed my mind and pointed out some of the shortcomings in swordsmanship.

In the small courtyard, the sword aura is vertical and horizontal, but it seems a little warm.

For a long time, An Le slowly stopped, no longer dancing the sword, sat on a small chair, put the green mountain on his lap, and drank with the old man.

"Forging the body and refining the three realms, in a short period of time, the achievement has reached this point, An Xiaoyou's talent is very good, when it comes to the speed of breaking the mirror in the first three realms, among the cultivators who have seen the old decay, Xiaoyou can enter the top ten."

The old man took a sip of wine.

Hearing this, An Le couldn't help but be stunned, and the old man continued to speak.

"Zhao Xianyou, that kid, has not practiced for more than ten years, as soon as he cultivates, he will break through the realm like drinking water, one realm a day, and three realms in three days, and the speed is faster than that of An Xiaoyou."

"But that kid is known as an earthly immortal, and he doesn't think about it or count it."

"In addition, it is said that the Yuanmeng Emperor broke through the three realms in seven days, which caused the entire Yuanmeng Imperial Court to shake."

"Secondly, there are the Daozi of the True Martial Temple, the Little Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, the Golden Cicada Buddha of the Rotten Ke Temple, etc., these are all demons in the world, and the first three realms are like paper paste to them."

It was the first time An Le had heard of the names of these demons, and he couldn't help but be curious.

"True Wuguan, Heavenly Master's Mansion, Rotten Ke Temple and other forces, different from the Martial Temple of the Academy, the former you can understand as a sectarian force, and it has little to do with the imperial court, but the Academy of Literature and the Martial Temple are closely related to the imperial court."

The old man of Taimiao took a sip of old wine and said.

"Of course, it's nothing in front of the Holy Mountain."

"An Xiaoyou, your current breakthrough speed in the first three realms is faster than those mountain masters in the Holy Mountain, but even genius demons such as Daozi, Little Heavenly Master, and Buddha are like floating clouds in front of the mountain masters."

The old man laughed heartily: "Therefore, you need to guard against arrogance and rashness, the road of cultivation is long, and you have just set foot on it." ”

"A moment of dazzling is nothing, there are five realms after the three realms, five realms after the five realms, and what kind of scenery is above the ten realms, and countless cultivators in the world yearn for it."

An Le knew that the old man was teaching himself not to be arrogant because of his talent.

Pour a glass of rice wine, salute the old man, and drink it all in one gulp.

"Thank you for your teachings."

The old man's face was peaceful, and he raised his glass of wine towards An Le, and drank it all in one gulp.

"When your spring is over, the old man will take you to a place and see the world, which is absolutely interesting and refreshing."

The old man promised with a smile.

When An Le heard this, he also smiled and said, "That little student is looking forward to it." ”

"Hahaha, then you have something to look forward to, others can't ask for it, happy today, you take advantage of the mood to break the mood, make a good ink bamboo, melt the ink bamboo of the mood at the moment, it will definitely have a different flavor, let the old man have a good time."

When An Le heard this, he didn't refuse, got up and went to the table in the house.

There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is spare time in the empty room.

Grinding ink and laying paper.

The sound of the wind and rain falling on the pen, the sound of the sound is in the ears.

Calm your mind.

……

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Outside the compound.

Zhao Xianyou floated in, the gorgeous clothes were dyed with spring rain, and the courtyard still had the majestic qi and blood after the breakthrough of An Le, as if it was about to evaporate the rain.

Zhao Xianyou, who was carrying his hands, shook his head: "It's too late, I can't drink." ”

"I'm talking about painting inside, and I'm really not interested in painting, so I won't go and join in the fun."

Zhao Xianyou turned around, his flawless boots stepped on the spring water on the ground, but there was no water, as if everything was difficult to contaminate his immaculate and pure.

"What kind of scenery is above the Ten Realms, I wonder if Brother An can accompany me?"

Zhao Xianyou slowly walked out of the alley, speaking confidently.

Looking back at the cold and rainy alley, he suddenly smiled.

"Brother An is still a little worse now."

"But I have expectations."

Zhao Xianyou turned around, the spring rain fell from the top of his head and disappeared silently, and his figure gradually blurred.

Then the sound of chuckling lingered on Qingbo Street.

"Little Saint List...... It's going to be interesting. ”

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Put the wine to Cui Wei, and Qingshan Yan also opened.

Outside Lin'an Mansion, the mountains stretch and the clouds are shrouded in mist.

The first mountain of the holy mountain is not as sharp as the sixth mountain, but more like a statue sitting on the old road, overlooking the world, talking and laughing to see the world.

On the first hill, there is a thatched house.

In the thatched house, there is an old man who sits with his fingers pinched, and there is an incense altar in front of him, and a stick of incense is lit in it, and the green mist is faint.

Suddenly, the incense fell to ashes, like thunder and explosion, causing the old man to wake up from the state of touching fish and napping.

The old man was sleepy-eyed, pinched his fingers, and yawned.

"Has the Little Holy List changed?"

"Who's going to climb up?"

The old man flicked his fingers, and a bamboo slip fell in front of the incense altar.

The incense ash floated up, and two lines of words gradually appeared on the bamboo slips.

"Little Shengbang Wang Qinhe, falling nineteen."

"The little saint list is happy, forging the body and refining the gods are all in the three realms, and then enter, on the eighteenth."