The north wind blew and the rain went away at dusk, and the peaks were thin and out of the clouds.

The first mountain, thatched house.

The incense pillar burns, and the green smoke curls.

The spring rain was pouring outside the house, but it could not erode the warmth in the hut, and the old man sitting in front of the incense burner yawned lazily and stretched his waist.

"Anle...... Isn't this a young man who the sixth admires very much and gives away an inkpool from the red dust sword box? ”

"Not long after Fang Deng was on the Little Saint List, a few days ago it was still in the Double Two Realm, and this is the Double Three Realm...... With this talent, it's no wonder that it took the initiative to lead to the change of the Little Saint List. ”

The old man picked up the bamboo slips with incense ash and walked to the eaves of the thatched hut, where there were raindrops ticking, like a beaded curtain.

I blew on the bamboo slips, the incense ash was gone, but there were real words under the bamboo slips.

As if engraved on a bamboo slip, it is difficult to erase the traces of time.

The old man chuckled, and the bamboo slip in his hand actually floated up, slowly floating out of the hut, accompanied by a loud crane chirp.

The bamboo slip turned into a white crane, and the white crane flapped its wings, broke through the spring rain and mountain fog, and flew towards the world.

The change of the little holy list is going to spread all over the world.

Those who cause changes in the list want to be famous.

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……

The lights are all over the place, the spring rain gradually stops, and the night sky seems to be presented with starlight.

In the small courtyard of Taimiao Lane.

Through the ordinary lattice wooden window, it can be seen that there is a young man holding a pen on the table to paint, the pen walks the dragon, the thick ink and light ink are always appropriate, and the rich ink fragrance curls in the house, accompanied by the spring rain and dust, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

The young man's eyes are bright and bright, his spirit is high, and he paints a scroll, and the ink bamboo on it bursts out with a high-spirited posture, and it is full of vigor as if it grows proudly in the sun.

On a rainy night in spring, the painting of clear bamboo, but it does not seem to be inconsistent at all.

Zhao Huangting, an old man in Taimiao, stood on the side, holding a candle lamp, full of appreciative paintings, and a little comfortable smile hung on the corner of his lips.

The mood of the painter is the most influential in the style of the painting, and painting is the process of capturing inspiration.

An Le was immersed in painting, his mind lingered, the sword furnace in the mud pill palace trembled slightly, and the sword qi was sonorous, as if spreading out and blending into the brush and ink infiltrated by the wolf.

When the last stroke falls, the picture scroll seems to bloom with the warm spring sun, vigorous and vibrant, and the simple houses seem to bloom with a different kind of brilliance.

"Good!"

Zhao Huangting praised the lamp, and the appreciation in his eyes became more and more intense.

"This painting melts your mind, the vigor is intense, and you almost want to come out of the paper, and you can enter the list of the seven refining god treasure maps! Even in the Seven Rank Refining God Treasure Diagram, it is quite precious! ”

The old man's praise was undisguised.

After all, this painting combines the self-confidence and fiery state of mind of a teenager who has just broken through the realm, and it is vigorous and uplifting, and the viewer will be positively influenced by it.

An Le smiled, and the pen was habitually signed: "Today's breakthrough, cheerful, invited by old friends, then painted ink bamboo, in fact, the bamboo in the chest, not the bamboo in the eye, so grinding ink and paper to move the pen, and a grid, in fact, the bamboo in the hand, and not the bamboo in the intention......"

Finally, the word "Banqiao Bamboo" is written in the book.

Take the quenching demon treasure jade seal.

The brilliance of the heart flashed on the picture scroll, and a clear bamboo picture contained the meaning of the gods.

After An Le finished painting, he walked to the window to breathe in the fresh air, while the old man took a closer look at the painting with a lamp, and his face was full of affection.

After the completion of a painting, An Le felt the excitement and impetuosity after the breakthrough gradually calmed down.

Painting and nurturing nature does make some sense.

An Le turned to look at the old man of Taimiao who was carefully admiring the painting.

Suddenly, his mind moved, and the [Time Qi] column in the light curtain began to beat slightly.

On the old man's body, the dense aura of the years is slightly fluttering, and vaguely, there seems to be a wisp of the aura of the years, which wants to come out of the old man's body.

After several tug-of-wars, the years were shaken and withdrawn from Anle.

An Le's heart suddenly rejoiced.

After cultivating to break through the Three Realms, he was finally able to mobilize the old man's energy of the years, although it was only a wisp, but ...... Significant.

On the ground, that wisp of time burst out with a touch of gold, turning into a golden pillar of incense in front of his eyes, burning in a curling way.

An Le was slightly stunned, glanced at the old man who was enjoying the painting with high interest, thought for a moment, and chose to observe the years.

The spring breeze and spring rain in front of me are like rippling blue waves, rippling and rippling.

The long-lost golden years are picturesque, like green smoke, slowly appearing in front of you.

……

The clouds are piled up in the sky like ink, and the snow waves are rushing and the river is brighter!

The huge river is like an ancestral dragon surging on the earth, and every wave is full of scales and armor on its body, roaring like an angry dragon.

This is the Canglang River, the world's most dangerous place, isolated from the north and south, turned into a moat, and the biggest reliance of Dazhao when he moved south.

Separated by a river, separated by the past glorious years of Dazhao, it has also brought 500 years of prosperity to Dazhao!

To the north of the Canglang River, the earth was turbulent, and thousands of troops and horses galloped, setting off dust like a storm and black pressure swept in.

On the Canglang River, one after another extremely luxurious giant wooden building boats, riding the wind and waves, smashing the river, and crossing mightily.

The wooden building ship has the flag of the Great Zhao Dynasty, which is soaked in misty water vapor, and it seems to be a little less hard.

Civil and military officials, literati sons, royal relatives and nobles...... They are all standing on the building boat, and there is a huge demon dragon figure surging in the river around the building boat, which is the ally who helped the Great Zhao Dynasty move south, the demon dragon in the Kunpeng Mountain.

Comfort knows what is in front of you.

Five hundred years ago, Da Zhao moved south, and many people have long forgotten it, and now, An Le can see such a picture again in the atmosphere of the years.

The Huangmulou ships broke through the river one by one, and on the floor, all kinds of things were born.

There are armored soldiers with spears in their hands, their eyes are full of unwillingness and sadness, there are civil and military officials kneeling down on wooden boats facing the north of the river and crying blood, and there are military generals who roar again and again, blowing up the river.

When the sky is frightened, the spirit is angry, and the wilderness is abandoned!

On the Huangmulou ship, the wishes of the generals cannot be realized, and they can only be unwilling.

Unwilling emotions are intertwined like a hurricane.

In the sky on the river, black clouds cover the flaws, and angry thunder suddenly appears behind the clouds, bringing a choking depression.

There are strong people who cross and clash behind the clouds, and the hearts and minds of the peerless strong collide with their qi and blood, and the color of the heavens and the earth changes.

An Le's sight seemed to break through the layers of clouds, straight up to the sky ninety times, and there were also strong people confronting each other after seeing the sea of clouds.

That was to allow Da Zhao to retreat safely across the Canglang River, and sacrifice himself to be a strong man.

In the north of the Canglang River, there are terrifying chariots pulled down by nine armored demon horses and rolled over.

On the chariot, a burly figure stands, wearing a golden mask and wearing gold armor, just standing tall, like a supreme god, with strong qi and blood like a pillar, rushing into the sky, about to smash the blue sky!

Cold, proud, and domineering eyes swept from under the golden mask, with disdain for Da Zhao's southward migration.

Emperor Yuanmeng!

An Le just glanced at it and understood who this person was!

The strongest man in the world, Emperor Yuanmeng who bent his bow and dared to shoot the immortals!

Even if it is just from the breath of the years, An Le can still feel the strength of the other party, and the power of the strongest person in the world is indeed extraordinary.

Suddenly, Emperor Yuanmeng, who was standing in the chariot, took a bent bow, and the bow pulled the full moon and suddenly shot an arrow like a meteor.

The arrow broke the waves, and he wanted to shoot the ship that moved south across the river.

A sword light came.

There was a heroic laugh between heaven and earth.

On the battlefield of the reckless land, among the iron armor, there is a figure in gorgeous clothes, carrying a broken bamboo sword, blocking the arrows, rushing forward all the way, invincible, sword qi, opening mountains and cracking stones!

Even the heavy armor of the Yuanmeng Iron Rider is difficult to resist!

An Le was instantly attracted to his gaze, staring at the gorgeous clothes and the figure of the profligate man.

This year, some people are arrogant!

This year, some people are full of green silk that has never been stained with frost, and there are still green clouds in their eyes.

This year, someone picked up a broken bamboo sword and dared to kill the Yuanmeng Emperor, who was the first in the world!

"Zhao Huangting came with Qingshan, please Emperor Yuan and see if Qingshan is heavy!"

The man smiled and slashed three swords at Emperor Yuanmeng.

Emperor Yuanmeng and rushed into the sky, sword qi and qi and blood collided, and the sea of clouds was vaguely torn apart!

After three swords.

Zhao Huangting was bleeding from his mouth, and fell into the sea of clouds with a bamboo sword in his hand.

The man fell back on the Canglang River, stood on the Huangmu Lou boat with his sword, broke through the river, and shouted to the sky.

"Emperor Yuan, today is not cool enough."

"When the Great Zhao army goes north, I will come back to Qingshan!"

In the sea of clouds, Emperor Yuanmeng, who was dressed in golden armor, did not chase and kill, but just stepped on the clouds and watched lightly.

……

The picture began to dissipate quietly.

An Le's heart was shocked, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time, he looked at the bamboo sword and green mountain on his waist, and then looked at the old man who was watching the painting with the lamp in his hand, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

This is the real golden years, it turns out that this inconspicuous old man has fought with the number one in the world.

The pride of the ancients, the madness of the sky, makes An Le's mood fluctuate.

In front of me, small blue characters slowly emerged.

[Obtain the Fruit of the Years: Heroic Introduction]

[Note: Heroic Attraction (Dao Fruit): Attract more arrogance in the world, dare to let ordinary people kill ghosts and gods, consume heroic energy to bless their bodies, and you can get special combat power blessings]

A wisp of golden age gas condensed into a fruit of the years.

An Le was very happy, and after careful study, An Le found that this fruit [Heroic Qi Introduction] was somewhat similar to [Fearless], and neither of them could bless the qi of the years.

Vaguely, the pride in the Dao Fruit's [Heroic Introduction] overflowed, baptizing An Le's mind and soul, in addition, An Le had a feeling that if he was willing, he could vent all the [Heroic Introduction] and obtain great blessings.

However, once that is done, perhaps the [Heroic Guidance] Dao Fruit will wither or even disappear.

The self-overflowing pride of Dao Guo seems to be quietly blending into the spirit of peace.

The green mountain on his waist trembled slightly, as if he was emitting a clear sword groan.

Next to the table, the old man who was immersed in the painting with the lamp in his hand suddenly turned his head to look at the young man standing in front of the window.

The spring rain is blowing with the spring breeze, picking up the green mountains on the young man's body, the sword is lingering, and there is a faint pride born from the young man.

The old man couldn't help but be in a trance for a while.

It seems that at this moment, I saw my younger self from the teenager.

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Buildings with white walls and black tiles dot the foothills.

There was a white crane that broke through the spring rain and flapped its wings, and countless teachers of the Academy of Literature showed surprise and astonishment.

As Mr. Xi, a professor in the Academy of Letters, they naturally knew what the appearance of the white crane meant.

The small holy list has changed, and the white crane is the basis!

When the white crane fell into the literary academy, it turned into a bamboo slip and was obtained by the three masters sitting alone in the grass hall.

"Huh?"

The third master's old eyes showed a touch of astonishment.

"Before there is a challenge, the Little Saint List is now changing...... Quite rare over the years. ”

The third master muttered, and then he summoned someone to come in, copy the new little holy list, and publish it.

This night, Lin'an is not young.

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Qin Xiangfu.

Between the ponds and pavilions, the scenery is the same as before.

The spring rain drops and knocks on the black tiles of the idle pavilion, such as pearls and jades, which are quite crisp.

The charcoal stove is boiling hot water, and there are tea leaves tumbling up and down in the furnace, exuding a rich tea fragrance.

Wang Qinhe carried the dragon's spine knife on his waist, squinted his eyes, tasted the best West Lake Longjing, and drank tea and talked with the spring rain, which made him feel relaxed and happy.

Qin Qianqiu sat opposite, washing tea and making tea.

Suddenly, in the distance, a Confucian scribe came with an oil-paper umbrella, whispered a few words in Qin Qianqiu's ear, and sent a yellow book.

Qin Qianqiu's brows furrowed suddenly, he thought about it, and handed the yellow book to Wang Qinhe, who was drinking tea comfortably.

Wang Qinhe took a look at it, took the yellow book that recorded the ranking of the Little Saint List and flipped through it.

When he reached the end, a blank look appeared on his face.

Didn't do anything...... Why is he at the bottom of the little holy list again?!

After a long time, the line of sight in his eyes gradually condensed, sharp as a knife.

The Little Saint List will indeed change, but this kind of situation will lower his ranking because the other party has broken the realm...... It's really humiliating.

Although it is not without precedent, he is really unwilling!

After being silent for a long time, Wang Qinhe slowly got up, put his palm on the handle of the dragon's spine knife, walked out of the idle pavilion step by step, and stepped into the spring rain.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the endless spring rain is sprinkled and crushed.

"Brother Wang?" Qin Qianqiu got up and couldn't help asking.

Wang Qinhe's momentum gradually climbed step by step.

"Inexplicably at the bottom, naturally I want to challenge."

"I'm not convinced, and I can't calm down."

"I want to see, this young man has just entered the Three Realms, why is he crushing me?!"