Fang Xi is recommended by the thorny and the osprey, and the blue sea is rising.

The rest of the joint branch should be regarded as a long-term reputation.

The spring season is over, and the lights are on.

There are those who have played well in the imperial examination, and those who are full of interest, and there are those who have played abnormally, and they are happy and happy, and they are presented in the spring pavilion of the Qinglou painting boat.

Han Shi never thought that An Le, a famous painter in Lin'an, would actually bring him to such a tavern to drink in this cultivation assessment.

I thought I would go to the first restaurant in Lin'an, like the Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

But after a bowl of old rice wine, Han Shi completely let go, drank with An Le, and the excitement and eagerness in his heart were completely vented.

The drinkers around the tavern were all mundane, and there had never been half a cultivator.

One by one, they drank happily, chatted freely, and there were even drunkards, shouting loudly, so that Han Shi couldn't help but look sideways frequently.

Although there is no wind and snow, elegant and noble, there is a different kind of fireworks in the world.

Let Han Shi feel like he was drinking in the camp in the army.

Turning his head to look at the An family, who enjoyed this drinking environment, Han Shi couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart, presumably such an An family must be a person with a temperament.

An Le is also drinking and eating meat, chatting with Han Shi from time to time.

However, more of his mind fell on the bamboo sword Qingshan at his waist.

His palm fell, covering the hilt of the Qingshan sword, this bamboo sword absorbed Haoran, at this moment, there seemed to be different changes inside, Haoran and Qingshan sword qi blended together.

This blending and change can only be understood and realized by holding this sword with your own hands.

An Le's heart was beating slightly, and a kind of anticipation flourished.

Three or two glasses of rice wine went down, and the two people who had never suppressed the alcohol with cultivation could vaguely feel the upsurge of alcohol.

And An Le felt that in the green mountains, there seemed to be a vast and brilliant sword qi, fused with Haoran, like a great sun volleying in the sky, shining all over the world, all the ghosts, ghosts, dark and evil spirits under this sword qi, all of them would melt and melt and collapse

An Le's heart was shaken, and he looked at Han Shi, who was drinking to a slight drunkenness beside him, this person was bold and happy, but he didn't suppress it with cultivation, and the amount of alcohol was worse.

"Brother Han, if there is something going on, let's take the first step." An Le hugged his fist towards Han Shi.

Han Shi's drunken eyes were hazy, and he grinned: "It's okay, it's okay, let's go, I'll drink by myself, today I'm going to drink three hundred bowls of the old guys who joked that I couldn't pass the general."

An Le smiled, said goodbye, and got up to settle the bill at the counter.

"Shopkeeper, that is my friend, he will give as much as he wants to drink, and he will account for me."

The female shopkeeper was eating melon seeds, and when she saw An Le coming, she smiled and waved her hand: "It's okay, the son is familiar, besides, the young man is drunk and hazy, and he can't drink a few glasses, and the rest of the wine will be given to the son by the slave." ”

An Le couldn't help but be happy, thanked him, and then made another pot of old rice wine, and after settling today's account, he turned around and left.

The female shopkeeper finally withdrew her gaze from An Le, and heard Han Shi slapping the table and shouting for wine, and the female shopkeeper put down the melon seeds and served a jar of wine herself.

"Enough wine, young man"

The female shopkeeper smiled.

Han Shi looked up and grinned, "Sister Xie." ”

shouted this time, and the female shopkeeper suddenly felt that this son was as pleasing to the eye as Gongzi An.

The sword trembled slightly, and a stream of heat poured from the hilt of the Qingshan sword into An Le's body, swimming between the meridians, and the spiritual bones and skin membranes trembled with its surge.

The qi and blood in the body were boiling involuntarily, and the Qingshan sword qi and Wenqu Haoran blended together, becoming Haoran sword qi, majestic and vast, as brilliant as the great sun, An Le felt that his qi and blood and the remaining forging demon qi in his body were faintly washed.

It was difficult to suppress his qi, An Le sped up and walked towards Taimiao Lane.

Quickly returning to the courtyard, the figure of the old man of Taimiao appeared instantly, frowning, and his expression was full of solemnity.

He could only feel the changes in the aura on An Le's body, and there was a faint aura like the sun rising, but he didn't know anything about the changes in the green mountains.

After all, he is no longer in charge of Qingshan.

An Le didn't say much, and when he returned to the courtyard, he began to practice the Ancient Demon Five Fowl Skills, using this Haoran sword qi that poured into his body to forge his body.

The blood is running, the roar is like the river waves crashing on the shore, An Le's eyes are clear, even in the dark night, it is difficult to hide such a brilliance

The old man squinted, his gaze fixed on An Le for a moment, and then turned around again and landed on the green mountain around An Le's waist.

Qu Haoran was in the sight of the old man, but he was still silent.

However, from the subtle changes in An Le's demeanor, it could be felt that there was a majestic sword qi pouring into An Le's body in the green mountains.

Qingbo Street, outside Taimiao Lane.

Mrs. Hua appeared, the black gauze skirt fluttered in the night, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she was a little puzzled: "No one has attacked and killed, but how can the sword qi of the heart sword hidden in An Le's body be eliminated"

Her mind was so strong that she felt the changes in the qi in the small courtyard, as if a rising sun was waiting to rise.

One step at a time, three steps into the courtyard.

The old man of Taimiao was not surprised by Mrs. Hua's appearance, but he raised his hand and pressed down slightly, so that Mrs. Hua should not disturb Anle.

"Haoran is not his chance, if Haoran joins him, he will be involved with the Academy of Literature from now on, and he may be placed on the future righteousness of the Academy of Literature, and now the Academy of Literature is forced to a desperate place, and there are laws for drinking and pecking to do such things, so Haoran has not added to his body, which is a good thing."

"Qingshan drank Haoran, there was a transformation that even the old man couldn't perceive, there was a brilliant sword qi from An Le's body, An Le is using this sword qi to forge his body, this is his real chance."

Zhao Huangting sighed with a little twilight.

The emotion is to rejoice in Anle, which shows that his vision has not been wrong, and Anle is indeed suitable for Qingshan.

But in the twilight, I feel that I am really completely old, and I can't even see through Qingshan, who has been with me for 500 years.

"The waves urge people to grow old, and the years are not forgiving."

The old man sighed lightly and shook his head slightly.

Madame Hua glanced at the old man, did not speak, and turned her head to look at the peace of the ancient demon five birds in the courtyard.

The sword qi laid by the old man isolated the courtyard, so that the demonic qi in the courtyard when Anle was forging his body would not leak in the slightest, so at this moment, there were not many people who could feel Anle's qi.

If it weren't for the wisp of heart sword sword intent hidden in An Le's body being erased by Haohao's power, she would not have been able to detect this change.

"This sense of brilliance is more sharp, magnificent and majestic than the simple Haoran, and there is even a purity that cleanses the soul."

Mrs. Hua said, her heart sword is to cultivate the mind, and her perception is very keen.

The old man nodded: "Melting the sword qi and Haoran in the green mountains, forming a kind of Haoran sword qi, not the Haoran qi in the reader's mouth, if you want to elaborate, it can be considered that it is a swordsman walking the rivers and lakes, and the road is uneven, drawing his sword and cutting uneven, that kind of righteous and heartfelt Haoran sword qi." ”

"Qingshan's sword qi is not bad, and then it will be fused into Haoran sword qi, and the power is by no means idle, if An Le can completely master this sword qi, maybe he really has a chance to knock on the Ten Realms Heavenly Pass"

Mrs. Hua's red lips are also slightly open, I don't know what to say, it's a bit exaggerated to knock on the ten realms.

"Of course, the premise is that he can grasp this Haoran Sword Qi"

The old man spoke again, his face was calm and very solemn.

"It's not easy to hold Qingshan, and if you melt Haoran's Qingshan sword qi, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to control, if your heart is insincere, your heart is not pure, and your heart is uncertain, you will lose your Haoran sword qi, and even be injured by the sword."

"This is the law of heaven and earth, the more powerful things in heaven and earth, the more they test the mind of the controller, those treasures of one product or even above one product are like this, and so is Haoran sword qi."

The old man said solemnly.

"We can't help him with this, we can only rely on him."

The small courtyard was silent for a while, and only An Le's blood was rushing, rehearsing the picture of the ancient demon and the five birds.

Mrs. Hua and the old man of Taimiao both stared, looking carefully, wanting to see if An Le could control Haoran Sword Qi.

The ancient demon tiger pose, bear pose, deer pose, ape pose and bird pose, are happy in the courtyard, constantly rehearsing, every inch of skin membrane muscles and bones are trembling, squeezing out majestic energy.

The inner dan in the dantian was dripping and turning, constantly gushing out strength and qi and blood.

Every time he practiced, there would be a brilliant sword qi swimming in the meridians, washing his physique, making his physical body continue to grow, and his body cultivation grew rapidly

But this is not the focus of An Le's attention, he has to forge the body of the ancient demon five birds, and he feels more comfortable, because with catharsis, this power can be slowly controlled.

The sword qi fused with Haoran to form the Haoran sword qi, bright, magnificent, magnificent, fearless, proud, An Le felt all kinds of emotions in it, just a wisp of sword qi, there were so many emotions

In the Mud Pill Palace, the sword furnace was sonorous, and an abundant Haoran sword qi poured into it.

Suddenly, An Le only felt a white expanse in front of him.

It was as if there was a suction force that sucked his mind into it, and finally pulled it to an extremely mysterious place.

Huge, majestic, majestic

As far as the eye can see, there is sword qi between heaven and earth.

The sword qi seemed to be stacked into a mountain, towering into the sky, swinging through the sea of clouds and flowing qi.

An Le raised his eyes at the foot of the mountain and looked up, and there was no end in sight.

Ground.

An Le's mind sank, and he only felt an endless sense of oppression hit him instantly.

It seems that the entire mountain condensed by sword qi has turned into a figure at this moment, and there is a pair of eyes looking down at the height of ten thousand feet.

In an instant, it seemed that the sky had fallen.

A sense of despair suddenly rose from An Le's heart, and the fighting spirit, courage, and unyielding will seemed to have lost any luster in the face of the collapse of the sky.

It seems to be a mountain-like existence, as if asking An Le in this posture, how do you master such a sword qi, and how can you grasp it

The ground was collapsing, and the earth was crushed.

An Le's white clothes were blown by the sudden wind, constantly rippling, and on the mountain, there was sword qi constantly spraying thin, intertwined in the air, condensing into a white dragon.

The white dragon winds around the mountains, winding and entrenched.

Suddenly, the wind swooped down, and the brilliant sword qi carried the light that shone on all the heavens and the earth, and the one who wanted to cut off all the injustices was cut down like this.

The happiness at this moment is like a duckweed-like boat under the huge waves set off in the endless deep sea.

It can be swallowed up, crushed, and washed away at any time.

An Le's feet were plunged into the earth, his white clothes were constantly flying, his hair was blown messy, and he looked at the sword qi white dragon that pounced.

The ink-black eyes stared deadly, and the white light in the depths of the pupils was growing, like the Big Dipper stars gradually lit up in the dark night.

Slowly reach out your hand.

The flesh and blood melted under the sword qi, and the spirit bones shattered under the sword qi, but An Le still held a backbone, and his fearlessness shone at this moment, like a green bamboo that stood up and continued in a hurricane, stubbornly plucking a wisp from the sword qi white dragon.

Holding this wisp of sword qi, he said softly: "From small to large, from scratch, from weak to strong, now my forging body is not strong, and my heart is not strong, but I will walk up step by step, and one day, stand on the top of the mountain, and hold this sword qi." ”

The words fell.

The dragon's groan disappeared, and the white dragon that swooped down suddenly disappeared, leaving only a wisp of white sword qi wrapped around the crook of the arm, brilliant as the scorching sun, vast and unpolluted.

An Le raised his head and looked at the mountain made of sword qi, which was azure and gradually disappeared into the white vastness.

See the green mountains within the green mountains.

Lowering his head, the Haoran sword qi in his hand that was gradually gentle and blended with his heart, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

In the courtyard, the demonic energy gathers the demon tiger, and the roar shakes in all directions.

The old man's sword aura was scattered, suppressing such a momentum, so that the powerhouses of the entire Lin'an Mansion were unaware.

Madame Hua and the old man frowned and stared at the boy in the courtyard.

On the ground, the young man stood quietly, clinging to the bamboo sword and green mountain, as if he had fallen into an extremely mysterious state.

The two of them didn't bother, just watched from afar, even if An Le's state was strange at the moment.

Mrs. Hua turned her head to look at the old man and asked curiously, "Senior, why is this bamboo sword called Qingshan?"

The old man's eyes were a little nostalgic, and he smiled: "No, the sword is nameless, the one who passed on my sword, said that the sword is called Qingshan, I can take whatever name I want, and then I saw a mountain in the sword, and I understood why the sword is named Qingshan." ”

"It's just that I haven't seen that mountain for a long, long time, and I almost thought it was my delusion."

"Perhaps, Qingshan is no longer there."

The old man's words made Mrs. Hua a little confused for a while, and there were green mountains in the sword

There will only be sword qi in the sword, how to hide a mountain

However, the old man did not explain to Mrs. Hua, raised his head to look at the young man in the courtyard, but saw that the sword qi around An Le began to gradually subside.

Haoran's sword qi surged little by little, becoming extremely supple, like a gust of breeze blowing around An Le.

The moon is cold and sprinkled like a veil.

An Le slowly opened his eyes, his qi and blood were strong, faintly like the sun hanging, the inner dan was pure, and his strength was unparalleled.

The originally exhausted mind has also recovered, his eyes are bright and high-spirited.

The most important thing is the change in the temperament of An Le's body, there seems to be a sword aura lingering around his body, straight, sharp, and magnificent, with a white dress, like a cluster of open fire that illuminates the night.

"It seems that he should have mastered the Haoran Sword Qi."

The old man couldn't help laughing, and he was heartily happy.

Haoran melts the green mountains, and the sword qi has Haoran.

Mastering a high-quality sword qi is definitely extraordinary for the improvement of cultivation and combat power.

Today's Anle, fighting Wang Qinhe again, I am afraid that it only takes a sword.

If it is only Haoran's body, it will definitely not have such an effect, and the increase in cultivation and cultivation will not be large.

Qingshan drank Haoran, but it gave Anle a great opportunity.

The fate between heaven and earth is difficult to explain, it is so magical.

An Le opened his eyes and saw the old man and Mrs. Hua, knowing that the two of them were worried that he had just appeared, and his eyes couldn't help but flicker a touch of softness.

Fingers tapped.

The green mountains and inkpools swept up and plunged into the trunk of the old locust tree.

An Le smiled and pulled a chair, and sat around the courtyard with Mrs. Hua and the old man of Taimiao to drink.

Although he has mastered Haoran's sword qi, An Le understands that the long journey is just the beginning, and mastering this sword qi will allow him to cultivate his sword qi in his heart, if he does something against his will and against Haoran, Haoran's sword qi will be dusty, and his cultivation will plummet, and it will even be difficult to improve.

The purity of the sword qi, the purity of Haoran, needs him to protect it.

This is the reason and price that Haoran's sword qi is inflicted on his body.

Lin'an Mansion, Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

Wealth and arrogance have been lost, and there is no reason to want to go to the green building.

A group of people who have just finished the spring festival drink freely here, open a feast to sit on the flowers, fly feathers and get drunk with the moon.

The atmosphere was warm, like a deer banquet held in advance.

Xu Shun pulled Liu Yue to sit in the banquet, his face was red, he was full of wine, and his eyes showed a state of righteousness, as if he had already won the top of the second list, and he was appreciated by the saints, and he could be a big official in the court.

Between the drunken eyebrows and eyes, he was full of arrogance.

Liu Yue was also a little drunk, and he also had a full grasp of the Spring Imperial Examination, so his attitude was also a little more popular.

"I, Liu Yue, will definitely be able to climb to the top of the second list, enter the court as an official, ask for the people's life, and win a posthumous name"

Liu Yue waved his hand and said arrogantly.

"Okay" Xu Shun raised his glass and drank it, tilting his head: "Brother Liu, in the future, you and I will support each other in the court and share worries for the saints."

Many of the surrounding literati looked at the two attitudes, complimenting them on their faces, but they were all unhappy in their hearts, after all, Chunqiu had not yet been released, and these two people were so confident that they could enter the court as officials, and they were so sure of the answer

Before the list was released, everything was still unknown

That Huating Liu Yue himself has a bit of talent, so he has a bit of confidence, but what kind of thing is Jiankang Xu Shun, he is also worthy of being so rampant

People drink one after another, and their hearts are unhappy.

And the Confucian students in the corner are using wine to drown their sorrows, drunk and dreaming of death.

Many Confucian students on the literary and opera list even asked the face of the Xinlin Academy.

At this moment, these two people who have no cultivation are making a big fuss here, and their hearts are suddenly dry and bored.

Suddenly, Xu Shun pulled Liu Yue and said excitedly: "Brother Liu, you are good friends with everyone An, with the reputation of everyone in Lin'an Mansion, you have to grasp it well, the future of our wait will definitely rise to the top, and there will be at least a foil in the temple." ”

As soon as these words came out, Liu Yue, who was still a little drunk, suddenly had clear eyes, shook off Xu Shun's hand, and said sharply: "Don't talk nonsense"

Xu Shun smiled and said no more, turned around and drank and toasted with the others.

But his words had already attracted the attention of several Confucian scholars who had borrowed wine to drown their sorrows in Wenqubei, and a few cold eyes swept away and fell on Liu Yue.

Liu Yue only felt like a mang on his back, just as the wine was surging, so he didn't stay anymore, and after saying goodbye to Xu Shun, he went straight out of the Drunken Dragon Pavilion, returned to the inn, and fell asleep.

Sleeping in a daze, the headache caused by excessive drinking has not subsided, Liu Yue only felt a noise and rustling in his ears.

There was a loud bang, and the door of the inn was kicked open.

Liu Yue's whole person was still confused, and he saw that there were catchers and officials wearing official uniforms, and they rushed in.

couldn't help but say anything, so he directly grabbed Liu Yue from the bed with a cold face and shackled him.

"Brother Shen"

"Hmm"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.