In front of Prime Minister Qin's mansion, silence came like a spring breeze, running through the inside and outside of the long street.

Everything happened too suddenly, and no one thought that Qin Qianqiu would be frightened by An Le's Haoran sword qi when he appeared, cut off the cultivation of the gods, and fell to the ground.

Even those powerful cultivators in the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion didn't have time to react, mainly because Qin Qianqiu had the King Kong Bell on his body, which was the talisman of the Sanpin Buddha Gate of the Rotten Ke Temple.

Even if it is Luo Qingchen, who has broken through the Five Realms, it is difficult to break through the defense with all his strength, and An Le is now only a cultivator in the Double Three Realms, how can he break the King Kong Bell

But Qin Qianqiu was still robbed, and An Le's sword qi actually ignored the King Kong Bell of the Rotten Ke Temple, like a brilliant sun that burned Qin Qianqiu's mind and cut off the resentment and evil intentions contained in Qin Qianqiu's heart.

It directly caused Qin Qianqiu's mind to be damaged, and the refining spirit fell into the realm

In the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, there was a powerful spiritual force that swept up angrily, but it was quickly suppressed.

exerting his mental power in front of the three masters of the academy is a bit trivial.

"This is Haoran's sword qi, it was not Gongzi An who took the initiative to kill him, but Qin Shaogongzi had evil intentions towards Gongzi An, and wanted to use dark and evil methods to deal with and even harm Gongzi An, so he was beheaded by Haoran's sword qi."

The third master, Wang Banshan, said lightly.

Between words, it is an excuse for peace.

Now the Academy of Literature regards An Le as a real treasure, and wants to hold it in his hand, and even wants An Le to join the Academy of Literature, so he naturally wants to speak for An Le.

Previously, Qin Xiang thought that An Le was cheating, and Qin Qianqiu even wantonly spread this rumor in the streets and alleys of Lin'an Mansion, wanting to slander An Le and make his mood dusty and ruin his happiness by accumulating gold and destroying his bones.

All this happened because of the Confucian students on the literary and opera list of the Academy of Literature, just like the jealousy of the villain, and the third master naturally could no longer let An Le suffer grievances.

The spiritual power that rose from the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion was suddenly pressed back, and the mind of the third master was like a mountain, so that the existence could not rise at all.

The eldest master, Zhu Huoxi, did not stand by coldly, but also released his mind, which was as vast as an abyss, so that all the mental energy in the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion was stagnant and suppressed.

As for the second master, his demeanor is complicated, after all, he has a good relationship with Qin, and he can only choose to watch from the sidelines at this moment.

But the release of the minds of the eldest master and the third master is enough.

Everyone looked at the young prince Qin who was sitting in front of his mansion with a pale face, and all of them showed scorn and disdain on their faces.

Obviously, the gossip that slandered An Le in the market must have come from this young son of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, who was spreading rumors and adding fuel to the fire.

Acting like a villain, his mind is insidious and vicious, and he has a guilty conscience, so he will be cut off by the brilliant sword qi of the sun.

After being pressed in the King Kong Bell by Luo Qingchen last time and beaten like a turtle with a shrunken head, the young prince of the Qin Mansion now has a lot of laughter.

In front of his own mansion, he was frightened by An Le's sword, cut off his dark thoughts, and cultivated his gods to fall off the world and return to the womb.

I wanted to use gossip to cut down the spirit of peace and hinder the smooth path of peace and happiness.

But on the contrary, he was robbed, and his mind fell into the womb, which is really stealing chickens and rice, which is ridiculous.

The magnates of Lin'an Mansion, after tea and dinner, I am afraid that there will be another more thing to talk about.

Compared to Wang Qinhe's challenge to An Le and being defeated by thunder, Wang Qinhe is a fair and honest battle, but this Qin Qianqiu is simply, just a sword qi can easily break through the state of mind of refining gods, and the gap is too huge.

But everyone also understands and sees the difference between a true genius and an ordinary practitioner.

Above the Silent Street.

An Le didn't even look at this embarrassed Qin Qianqiu.

Haoran, what is Haoran

A sage once said: It is qi, the greatest and the most rigid, and it is harmless to be directly raised, and it is stuffed between heaven and earth.

Haoran is a kind of upright power, which needs to be cultivated with an upright mind all the time, and those who hold Haoran will have a strong state of mind, just like the sun hanging in the air, under the full light, the darkness and charm will have nowhere to hide.

Therefore, for Qin Qianqiu, who was cut off by Haoran's sword qi, An Le naturally looked down on him.

It is precisely with sneaky thoughts that Fang will be targeted by Haoran Sword Qi.

Even if the other party is the young son of Qin Xiang

The dignity of identity does not necessarily represent integrity and integrity in action.

Carrying an empty wine jug, wearing a green mountain ink pool and a sword at his waist, the sword aura dissipated, like a gust of wind blowing around his body, puffing up the wide sleeves of the young man's white clothes.

An Le chuckled, and his voice echoed through the long street, like a spring breeze.

"Those who forsake me will not stay on the day of yesterday, and those who disturb my heart will be troubled by the day of today"

"Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats."

The clothes are flying, like a romantic madman, but also like a free and easy poet.

The figure walked out of the quiet street step by step and re-stepped on the long street.

The onlookers, involuntarily turning sideways, made way for him to move forward, until the young man's figure disappeared into the crowd.

Everyone knows that after today, An Le will be famous everywhere, no longer just famous for painting ink and bamboo, and his fame will be like the poem that the young man recited before.

No one in the world knows you.

"Hahaha good boy, it's really cool"

In the crowd, the old man of Taimiao saw An Le leaving in a chic manner, and in an almost straightforward way, he announced to the whole world that he could not cheat, and it was like slapping Qin Xiang in the face, saying that Qin Xiang has no eyes.

This really made Zhao Huangting's heart refreshed, this kind of temper that was unwilling to carry gossip and beg to live a good life was really an appetite for Zhao Huangting.

Of course, Zhao Huangting also knew that because of the reliance brought by Haoran's sword qi to An Le, Haoran's person was just to yang, and he fused Qingshan's sword qi, and he was upright.

In this way, the two forces blended together, which naturally created the temperament of An Le who was unwilling to give in easily and was content with the status quo, so that he had this hearty drinking and spitting out 3,000 poems, which proved the arrogant action of a literati.

If you are happy and aggrieved, and endure rumors and slanders from all directions, then your state of mind will be humiliated, and Haoran will also be damaged, and the glorious sun will set in the western mountains, and the glory will be dim.

If it is more serious, it will even cause Haoran's sword qi to collapse and disappear, and Qingshan will be lost.

Zhao Huangting hadn't left yet, he laughed unscrupulously in place, waiting for a long time to see the follow-up reaction of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion.

Although the eldest master and the third master of the Academy of Literature took action and suppressed the minds of those powerful cultivators in Qin Xiang's mansion, Qin Xiang's attitude was the most important.

Therefore, Zhao Huangting is still staying here, just to deal with some things for An Le.

If Qin Yuan really slashed Qin Qianqiu's cultivation because of An Le Haoran's sword qi, and wanted to use this to ask for the guilt, then Zhao Huangting would tell Qin Lishi why the flowers were so red.

However, after waiting for a long time, Qin Xiang still didn't say anything, as if he had suffered this loss in a sullen voice.

Maybe he doesn't want to have a stalemate with the Academy, and maybe he really can't save face.

Qin Qianqiu was cut off and cultivated to a falling realm, which was completely caused by his own unbearableness, which was already a joke in itself, in this matter, if Qin Xiangqiu continued to pursue it, it would only increase the laughter.

Let's not talk about whether it is possible to arrest An Le, who is jointly guaranteed by the Academy of Literature and the Lin Mansion, after all, the nature of arresting An Le has changed now, and it is no longer because of fraud cases.

If it is a fraud case, because it involves a major matter, it is in the name of the Great Zhao Dynasty, and it is difficult for the Academy of Literature and the Lin Mansion to come clearly even if they want to be safe, but now, Prime Minister Qin sent Qin Qianqiu to apologize, and he expressed his attitude.

If you continue to arrest An Le, it is purely a personal grudge, and the Lin Mansion will naturally fight to the end.

Therefore, Qin Xiang gave up, and today's dumb loss can only be eaten like this.

In front of Prime Minister Qin's mansion, all the forces knew that the matter had been settled, and they no longer stayed and retreated.

Zhao Huangting laughed and left, Mrs. Hua was like a spring breeze, full of smiles, and also let people drive the chariot and leave the front of the Qin Prime Minister's mansion.

Cao Fu, the young secretary of Dali Temple, looked at the direction of An Le's departure, and was also extremely surprised, he never thought that the young man would break the game in such a way, and he really succeeded in breaking the game.

Qin Xiangyan said that Anle involved fraud, and for any Chun Juju person, it was a thunderbolt-like disaster, and he must go to the prison of Dali Temple.

At that time, all kinds of methods may appear.

Cao Fu knew this very well, so he understood how difficult it was to break the situation in Anle, but the young man walked to Qin Xiang's mansion like this, asked for a table and a chair, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and completed the breakthrough.

"Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world, so that everyone can be safe."

Cao Fu laughed, quite interested in An Le.

Compared with the Confucian students who are jealous of the virtuous and talented people on the literary and opera list of the Academy of Literature, An Le, a scholar who is full of arrogance, uprightness, does not bow his eyebrows and bends his waist, and does not compromise and seek perfection, is really a clear stream.

If you have the opportunity, you must have a drink with Anle.

Then, Cao Fu clenched his fists in the direction of Qin Xiangfu, walked to the three Confucian scholars who had lost their souls, and began to sort out the poetry manuscripts on the ground.

These pen, ink, paper, and inkstones were all provided by him, and these poems were all his.

Cao Fu picked up a page of poems, looked at the commendable verses on it, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart.

Are these poems really copied?

But in fact, it doesn't matter whether it is copied or not, poetry is just a weapon and means to break the shackles of An Le, even if it is copied, it can attract the heroic spirit on the Wenqu tablet, which is already unusual.

Putting away these poetry manuscripts, Cao Fu couldn't help but have a touch of joy on his face.

Some of the surrounding dignitaries who watched the excitement also noticed these poetry manuscripts, and walked over one after another, wanting to ask Cao Fu for one or two manuscripts.

Where is Cao Fu willing, even if these powerful people have extraordinary status, but Cao Fu has a thief knife on his waist, and he is quite vigorous, and he is full of confidence to refuse one by one.

Until a mink temple dressed in black appeared, Cao Fu's face suddenly collapsed.

This Tong Mink Temple is a celebrity around the saint, and coming to ask for poems means that the one in Tianxuan Palace is also paying attention to this matter, and these poems can't be saved.

Seeing this, many powerful people did not dare to ask for it again.

Sure enough, Tong Mink Temple took the manuscript away, leaving only one page for Cao Fu.

Cao Fu's heart was dripping blood, but he could only sigh.

However, fortunately, some well-read literati and writers have memorized most of the poems, and if they go back and sort them out, they can also form a collection of poems from the Anjia family and spread them all over Lin'an.

An Le left Jingjie, his mind was calm, and the Haoran sword qi on his body slowly dissipated, all of which disappeared and was restrained in his body.

He never returned to the small courtyard on Taimiao Street, but came all the way to West Lake.

Dressed in white and wearing two swords on his waist, strolling on the West Lake Causeway, the spring breeze is slow, and the warm sun is blowing.

Ping'an Xintao saw the blue sky, and the middle stream suddenly became far away.

The beautiful scenery of the West Lake is even more to cultivate sentiment, and the mood of peace and happiness is gradually calming down, and the sword spirit in the mud pill palace in the eyebrows, the sword furnace is sonorous, and a majestic mind is constantly brewing.

Today, in front of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion to prove his innocence, open his mouth to recite thousands of poems, the recitation of each poem, vaguely and with the heroic figure in the Wenqu tablet to get in touch, perhaps is the style of the poem, the resonance of the poem's interest.

In the world, the romance is always exhausted.

This is indeed a bit unexpected by An Le, An Le's original intention was to prove his innocence with his own Haoran sword qi, but he never thought that he would provoke Haoran in the Wenqu Monument.

Maybe it was this behavior, expressing his heart directly, having a clear conscience, and proving his innocence, Haoran's sword qi was actually strengthened by this person, and An Le mastered more.

The connection with Qingshan has also improved a lot, and he seems to be closer to Qingshan within Qingshan.

He was at the foot of the mountain, and perhaps one day, he will really set foot in the green mountains and climb the mountain.

But this time the takeaway was more than that.

The qi and blood of the forging body have not changed much, but the ink pool is not mentioned for the time being, but the mind has grown stronger because of this, and there is a vague intention of breakthrough.

If it was naturally not possible before, but after the Dao Fruit transformed into an ancient genius, although it has not been blessed with any years of qi, it can still be improved from ancient times to eternity.

Therefore, the transformation of the Talent Dao Fruit made An Le's mind directly increase this time.

The West Lake has a good scenery and is refreshing.

Suddenly, there were rippling water waves in the lake, and a small boat slowly sailed by, and the Yunrou fairy wearing a light veil on the boat, with her legs on the Jiaowei guqin, looked at An Le with a chuckle.

The slender white fingers gently plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano swayed leisurely.

"Gongzi An, please."

Yunrou Fairy said.

An Le clenched his fists, and then the sword qi lingered around his body, and his body floated up, lightly touching a few ripples on the surface of the West Lake, and landed on the boat.

The two sat opposite each other, the sound of the piano sounded slowly, and the water of the West Lake rippled lightly, as if playing a song for it.

An Le sat in the boat, closed his eyes, listened to the sound of the piano, his mind was more tranquil, the sword aura of the sword furnace in his eyebrows was sonorous, and the vague phantom of the Yuan Shen seemed to open his eyes and began to transform.

Fairy Yunrou glanced at An Le, and a trace of surprise and amazement appeared in her eyes.

Although she can't see through An Le's cultivation because of the green mountains, she can feel the fluctuation of An Le's mind at the moment, which is a sign of breakthrough.

The heart of peace may be condensed to the original spirit.

I didn't say anything to disturb it, today's events, the hustle and bustle of Lin'an Mansion that had already disturbed was boiling, and An Le stopped in front of Qin Xiangfu, drinking and reciting 3,000 poems, proving his innocence, and it was also spreading.

She wanted to ask, but now that Guan Anle wanted to break through, she went all out to play the piano.

The heart is permeated and intertwined in the sound of the piano, and the Yunrou fairy also feels the arrogance, righteousness, and uprightness of the young man, and the quality of not lowering his eyebrows and bending his waist.

It's very different from her in the flower boat.

Watching the red dust of 3,000 is also a unique experience.

The sound of the piano is three times after three stacks, and the strings are played again and again, up and down, as if walking in the red dust, leisurely red dust, heroic and free.

On the shore of the West Lake, the willows are blowing.

Li Youan and Zhao Huangting stood quietly under the willows, their faces strange.

"I was still worried about this kid's mood, but I never thought that he came to the West Lake to listen to music, which really blinded the old man." Zhao Huangting looked at the comfort of the boat, and couldn't help crying and laughing.

"The red dust song of the main mountain keeper of the sixth mountain calms the mind, stabilizes the mind, and breaks through, which is good."

"What emerges from its body is Haoran sword qi, Haoran was previously drunk by Qingshan, it is actually a fusion of Qingshan sword qi, turning into a good strength, but it is more a test of the character of the sword holder, Haoran sword qi is upright, brilliant as the sun, it needs to be nurtured with integrity, unyielding, arrogance and benevolence and morality, a little slack, it will be like a remnant of the flower withering."

Li Youan said softly: "This is a difficult road to take. ”

"But this is a road that can be climbed, and it is a road that can break through the ten realms." Zhao Huangting said with a smile, appreciating it very much, and looking at the boating boy on the lake with great satisfaction.

"The Ten Realms have a long way, how can he say that he can step on the Ten Realms now?"

Li Youan shook his head, not too determined and optimistic.

"He has been tempered too little, and he has too little knowledge of this world, there are too many injustices in this world, and there are too many grievances.

"In the face of wave after wave of injustice, it is still unknown whether he can continue to uphold his heart."

"Too many people's hearts have been sharpened and their fighting spirit has been worn away after seeing a lot of injustices"

Li Youan shook his head.

"If nothing else, let's just say that the Canglang River that rejects Yuan and Mongolia is the biggest injustice, and how many cultivators have been depressed."

"Since he holds Haoran's sword qi, he is bound to collide."

"The Haoran sword qi in his hand can cut through this river and cut all the injustices"

When Zhao Huangting heard this, he smiled abruptly: "Then wait until he hits the river, and then talk about it after the unevenness, before that, the old man will take him across the river to see the former land of Middle-earth, look at the former mountains and rivers, and let him know how beautiful our Middle-earth is." ”

"The old man doesn't have much time, and he can choose the next sword bearer for Qingshan, and he is happy in his heart, and he is even more happy to see Qingshan Rong Haoran."

"I'm not his teacher, the little girl who solved the ice lit a green light for him on the road of cultivation, and the old man broke through some fog for him, so that his mighty sword qi and the sword pointed have a direction."

When the words fell, Zhao Huangting stopped speaking, turned around with a chuckle, and his wide-sleeved plain clothes and white eyebrows rippled in the wind.

Li Youan was stunned, and then his expression was extremely complicated.

"You'an is gone, don't be in a daze, the old man invites you to drink the old rice wine in Yanchun, drink countless wines, or the rice wine has a taste, according to what the kid said, the wine contains the fireworks in the world, and it is very comfortable."

The old man's words came from among the willow branches.

Li Youan smiled and stepped forward to follow.

Above the West Lake.

Flat boat pan sound.

Wait for the residual sun to shine on the ripples.

On the flat boat, An Le raised his hand and pointed it at the center of his eyebrows, and between the sonorous sword furnaces in the center of his eyebrows, the sword light was flourishing.

Yunrou Fairy, who was playing the music, suddenly stopped playing, pressed her palm on the Jiaowei guqin, the sound of the piano was abrupt, and her eyes were full of shock and sigh.

The surrounding lake suddenly exploded, as if it was raining heavily, and the falling rain was full of chilling sword qi, like a sword waterfall falling.

An Le opened his eyes and watched the thousands of sword waterfalls.

The corners of his lips are raised.

In the sword furnace of the eyebrows, above the sword embryo of the heart god, a small figure sitting on the sword embryo is no longer a phanthropus, and it is completely condensed and formed.

The countless lakes that fell behind him intertwined and converged into the shape of a water man.

The water man sits on the West Lake, reflecting the sunset in the west, the light is refracted and the golden light is shining, like a splendid golden body.

this day.

The mind of peace and tranquility straddles the detached into the primordial spirit

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"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.