The smoke is diffused, with an elegant golden glow.

The ripples are like pebbles thrown into a lake, sticking to the water and shaking up and down.

I haven't absorbed the golden years for a long time, and I never thought that I would be able to get a wisp of fighting with Simon for flowers today.

An Le was quite happy, and only felt that this battle was really fruitful.

The more you absorb the qi of the years, the more you will find that there is no law in the appearance of the golden years, so An Le cherishes every appearance of the golden years.

A wisp of golden age can turn the fruit of the years.

The Dao Fruit of the years can bring a great boost to An Le, and just like the fearlessness of the Dao Fruit that feeds himself and cleans his qi and improves his cultivation this time, it is one of the confidence of An Le to dare to accumulate invincible momentum and take the legendary road in such a compact time.

Because, fearless, fearless, the young man has the courage to overcome all the way, and because of the feedback cultivation, as long as he defeats the strong enemy all the way, he will continue to become stronger, and finally stand at the peak, at a glance of the mountains

Suppress your excitement.

I was calm and began to observe the picture of the years in front of me.

The rain kept falling, and the water droplets flew down to the world like a sharp arrow.

Smashed on the ground and burst open, showing the beauty and clarity of the moment when an epiphany bloomed.

The young man stood quietly in front of the window, facing the hazy summer rainstorm that had covered the whole world, and in front of him was a pair of scorched pineapple wood guqin, and the filaments on the guqin exuded silver brilliance.

He played slowly, unknowingly, his fingers plucking the strings and making a humming sound.

In front of him, there was a sheet of music, on which was written the eighteen beats of Hu Ji, which was specially collected by the nobleman behind him and given to him.

The young man is very grateful to the noble person behind him, because of the other party's appreciation, he can have the opportunity to practice steadily, slowly become stronger, and let his mother and himself live a good life in the Linhua Pavilion.

There is no need to worry about his livelihood, so that he can study and practice well.

However, he had no clue about Hu Ji's eighteen-shot young man, because he had never been to the battlefield, and he had been in Linhua Pavilion since he was a child.

The sky he saw was the sky that could be seen outside the window of the Linhua Pavilion.

The farthest place he had ever been to was the Academy of Literature, and he only knew a few things, and he had never been to Biansai to see iron-blooded soldiers, nor had he ever seen the ferocity and ruthlessness of Hu Man.

Therefore, he couldn't play the emotions in the Hu Ji, and his mental realm was also stuck because of this, and he couldn't break through.

He was very helpless, although the existence behind the scenes of the Linhua Pavilion said that he had talent, but he still felt that he had too many shortcomings.

The door opened, and a woman dressed simply, with a little pity between her eyebrows, slowly entered the house, it was Simon's mother who asked for flowers.

Putting down a plate of freshly cut fruit, a soft smile hung on Simon Qiuhua's lips, and his mother sat next to him, watching the torrential rain outside the window with him.

"You've been sitting in front of the window for a long time, on weekdays, you should be practicing at this time, are you having any doubts?"

The woman said softly.

Ximen Qiuhua didn't want to talk to his mother about things related to cultivation, because his mother was not a cultivator, but after thinking about it, Ximen Qiuhua still opened his mouth and gently told the predicament he encountered.

The mother listened quietly for a long time, and patted Simon Qiuhua's shoulder: "Do you see the torrential rain outside the window You see every rain that falls as an arrow shot by Hu Man, mixed with aggression." ”

"Do you still remember the hardships you encountered when you were a child, and north of the Canglang River, our homeland, and now the land trampled by the barbarians, there are too many people, who have encountered a hundred times more hardships than the hardships you endured when you were a child, and you may have some understanding."

"These are in an imaginary way, after you stay, you personally set foot in the border plug, set foot on the bank of the Canglang River, you will really feel the barbarism and horror of Hu Man."

Mother whispered.

"The grand events and prosperity of Lin'an are all in full bloom in the tragedy of those soldiers on the bank of the Canglang River who used their flesh and blood to block Hu Man's iron ride."

Ximen Qiuhua looked at his mother, his mother had read books and used to be everyone's best girl, but she encountered great difficulties and had to enter the Flower Pavilion as a dancer.

Since he was a child, his mother's teachings were to teach him to be a man, even if he lived in an environment like Linhua Pavilion, he still had to maintain the character of this scholar, not to mix with the dirt, not to follow the crowd, so that he could almost change his fate.

The mother left, leaving Simon who seemed to have realized something.

Ximen Qiuhua looked at the summer rainstorm, and the drops of raindrops that could not be traced, as if in his pupils, really turned into arrows, which were the rain of arrows shot by the barbarian attack on the city.

A depression came to his heart, and the sound of Jin Ge's iron horse seemed to sound in his ears, and the bow was like a thunderbolt, and he heard the roar of the soldiers, and collided with the sound of falling arrows.

Inside the house, I don't know when the sound of the piano sounded, the palm of the hand was on the guqin, the strings were plucked one by one, and the rapid sound overshadowed the sound of the rainstorm falling.

He followed his mother's method, thinking back to his difficult childhood, and empathizing with the lives of those who were a hundred times more miserable than his childhood.

There seemed to be a burst of anger, slowly surging up, his misery was caused by his birth, and the misery of those people was because of the barbarian iron horse.

The sound of the piano became more and more abrupt, as if it fused with his anger, and it could no longer be called playing the piano, and the sound of the piano was like a horse's hooves, like a golden ge, and like a broken string.

The ancient army is cold and cold, and the great wilderness is sinking and snow-white.

First flick the horn feathers after the commercial strings, and the autumn leaves in the suburbs are shocked.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, Simon's heart was like boiling, he closed his eyes, indulged in the sound of the piano, his face was full of slaughter, and the room was sonorous.

In the heart of Ximen's flowery eyebrows, there is also the condensation of the primordial spirit, and at the moment when the primordial spirit is completely formed.

The torrential rain exploded.

Eighteen rings in a row, blowing up eighteen rain curtain hollows.

At this point, the picture slowly dissipated.

An Le's mind withdrew, and there was still the noisy and intricate sound of the piano in his ears, like the sound of Hu Man's iron horse trampling.

Sometimes, the rhythm is quite moving, can stimulate special emotions, and is the place where emotions are vented and spread.

Simon's method of seeking flowers is related to the rhythm of music, and through the perception of the rhythm, his spirit can become stronger and stronger.

Perhaps, Ximen Qiuhua wants to go to Biansai, but also plans to see the real Hu Man Iron Cavalry, and wants to feel the real scenery outside the Sai.

In addition to following in his father's footsteps, it is also to perfect the music of the Hu Jiqin, in order to make the mind stronger and stronger, and also to explore the way of music and rhythm.

The night gradually whitened, and the starry sky began to fade into a faint light.

The night is coming, and the dawn is coming.

The cool morning breeze blows, stirring the raindrops on the leaves of the old locust tree.

An Le opened his eyes and ended the observation of the golden years.

In front of me, the light curtain floats.

Obtain the Fruit of the Years and Years: Five Kills of Rhythm

Note: The Five Kills of the Rhythm of the Dao Fruit: Gong Shang Jiao Hui Yu, the sound of the five kills, with the unique means of blending the mind and the power of sound waves, can be unleashed and killed can be blessed on any obvious carrier that emits sound waves during the battle

A wisp of golden age, condensing a fruit of the years

Finally, a new year of Dao fruit was born again, and the rhythm of music was five kills

It is a killing method that blends the rhythm of the mind with the heart, which can take people's hearts and minds, and when used in battle, it will definitely have a surprising effect

However, what really cares about An Le is that this five kills can be blessed on any sonic carrier emitted during battle.

In other words, if the sound of the sword and the sound of the fist and foot breaking through the air in the battle may become the carrier of the five kills of the rhythm, integrating the skills in the middle and bursting out of its unexpected killing

An Le's eyes were bright, and he felt a little happy.

Although he was an art student in his previous life, he also touched the guitar because of chasing girls, he could play two small songs, and knew some string sounds.

Now that the five kills of the sound rhythm are fruitful, it seems to have reawakened An Le's memory of the music rhythm.

An Le's eyes were bright, his heart moved, and the ink pool inserted in the old locust tree behind him suddenly shook slightly, and then swept out violently, suspended in front of An Le.

An Le's palm stroked the sword body of the ink pool, and he bent his fingers again.

"Wow"

A crisp sword groan suddenly burst out from above the ink pool.

An Le turned his head slightly, his heart was surging, and he felt that all the movements of the sword body in the ink pool had slowed down, and he could feel that when the sword body was knocked by him, it trembled slightly, and the sword body shook up and down, and the sound of the air bursting out.

"Palace"

In the center of An Le's eyebrows, the Yuan Shen who sat on the sword embryo in the heart of the sword furnace seemed to open his mouth and spit out a note.

Suddenly, the sound wave that vibrated above the ink pool suddenly changed and was expanded, like a dragon out of the abyss, letting out a deafening roar

The sword chant exploded, turning into a shockwave and slamming into the old locust tree.

The trunk of the old locust tree shook suddenly, the bark burst slightly, and the locust leaves were shaken off one after another.

An Le glanced at the old locust tree and couldn't help pursing the corners of his lower lip.

Surprisingly powerful.

Of course, this is because now that he has set foot in the four realms of the god refining realm, he has condensed the primordial god.

The sword qi is close, plus the rhythm of five kills

can form unexpected outbursts, catch opponents off guard, and reveal flaws.

For this newly harvested Dao fruit, An Le was very satisfied.

He sat under the old locust tree, his mind was constantly surging, and from time to time he knocked on the sword ink pool, and then came to practice the technique of five kills in music and rhythm.

Gongshang Jiao Hui Yu, five kinds of sound waves, layer by layer, showing an increasingly high-pitched rhythm explosion.

The tongue battle spring thunder, the finger knock on the sword body, the surging of qi and blood, and the whistling of the fist wind can all be integrated into the five kills of the sound rhythm

It can be said that the acquisition of the Five Kills Dao Fruit of the Rhythm has greatly improved An Le's combat strength

Of course, today's Anle, after trying, found that the sound of the five kills that his Yuan Shen could bear, it also broke out to the sound of the word "horn", and the "Hui" down was quite difficult, and it was a big burden to the Yuan Shen forcibly, but the power was relatively more terrifying.

Further down the word "feather", Anle's current Yuan Shen can't bear it at all, and it can't burst out.

If the cultivation of peace and happiness is a breakthrough, the original spirit is strengthened, and it will naturally be able to master.

The sky is bright, and today's sky is covered by twilight clouds, and there is no warm spring sun.

The sky in spring, three days of light rain and three days of sunny, I think it will be a hazy drizzle today.

An Le continued to consolidate his cultivation in the small courtyard as usual, and while practicing the five killings of the music rhythm, he visualized the sword waterfall diagram.

There seems to be a new discovery, both of them can enhance the original spirit, and the visualization under the blend can even improve the mind quite significantly.

Of course, while refining his mind, An Le never forgot the practice of forging the body, and even integrated it into the five killings of the rhythm to forge the body.

The demon source treasure jade of the thousand-year-old snake demon on the waist, releasing the pure demon energy, the wisps of it diffuse into the body, and the tiger style is practiced in peace, the qi and blood are pushed, and it explodes under the membrane, as if there are layers of blood mist permeated, vaguely forming the vision of the ancient demon tiger, with the sound of the "horn" character of the five killings of the sound rhythm, the impact that erupted, as if it was really like the ancient demon tiger coming to reality

Vaguely, An Le's understanding of the five birds of the ancient demon seemed to be on a higher level, and the inner dan was surging, as if he wanted to integrate the vision of the five birds of the ancient demon into it and form a mysterious meaning.

An Le couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly had a way to practice the fourth realm of forging the body, as if he had pushed open the door and suddenly opened up.

Fusion of ancient demon visions, the formation of martial arts

The drizzle fell from a high altitude and fell into the small courtyard of Taimiao Lane, but it evaporated in the rolling blood of the young man.

The grass is all wet by drizzle, and the flowers and branches are about to move in the spring breeze.

A carriage stopped quietly outside Lin'an Mansion, and the drizzle was delicate, floating between heaven and earth.

Qin Qianqiu sat in the carriage, raised his hand to lift the curtain, and looked at the official road in the distance.

Faintly, it can be seen that on the official road, a figure is slowly coming.

It was a monk, wearing a dark green and dirty monk's robe, with a string of brown Buddhist beads around his neck, each bead engraved with a Sanskrit text, wearing a hat, tall and large, with burly muscles, supporting the shabby and dirty monk's robe.

Carrying a burnt iron rod on his back, the stick smells strange beast patterns.

Under his feet, he stepped on a pair of muddy and dirty black and white cloth shoes, walking slowly, like an ascetic.

Qin Qianqiu's eyes suddenly lit up, this person was the one he was most optimistic about among the many demon subduing masters he invited, one of the apprentices of the holy monk who crossed the sea in Lianhua Temple, the Fakong monk.

Even if Qin Qianqiu's mind was slashed by An Le's Haoran sword qi and fell to the womb, he could still feel the sense of oppression on this monk's body.

The terrifying killing machine is almost condensed into substance, as if there are countless demon spirits roaring in desolation.

"No wonder it will be turned away by Lin'an Fuyi himself, this kind of murderous aura will inevitably cause riots as soon as he enters the city, but it is necessary to be so fierce that he has the opportunity to abolish Anle"

Qin Qianqiu stroked his palms and smiled, his eyes were full of different colors.

Although he doesn't look down on demon slayers, because the identity of demon slayers is not on the table, most of them are cultivators who lick blood and wander on the edge of death.

But the monk Fakong is different, and he is taught by the holy monk who crosses the sea in Lianhua Temple, which is enough to make him pay attention to it.

The holy monk who crossed the sea was a cultivator who had suppressed the thousand-year-old demon in Lin'an Mansion.

The monk walked on foot in the slanting wind and drizzle, approaching the chariot, and the murderous intent became more and more intense, but Qin Qianqiu held back this murderous intent and showed a smile, he invited the monk Fakong to board the car.

Entering the chariot, he even made tea for the monk Fakong himself.

"One thousand Yuan Ling Tong Treasures, three Demon Spirit Pills, abolish this son."

Inside the chariot, the carbon furnace was boiling, Qin Qianqiu pushed the brewed tea in front of the monk, and the monk Fakong put his palms together, and after thanking Qin Qianqiu, he picked up the tea cup and drank it.

"West Lake Longjing, first bitter and then sweet, good tea."

Monk Fakong said with a smile.

"Master Qin, you said that An Le really has a demonic aura on his body"

Monk Fakong did not talk about the 1,000 Yuan Ling Tong Treasure and the Demon Spirit Pill, but instead asked about things related to peace and happiness.

Qin Qianqiu nodded: "The small courtyard rented by this son itself hides a banshee, and then the banshee left, and since then, this son has a demonic aura, and then he watched Wukui Stone in the Wumiao, and he realized the ancient demon five birds, and now the demonic aura is even worse." ”

"What the specific demonic qi is, the master will go and take a look."

"This son is now in Lin'an, arrogant, want to raise invincible power, many geniuses in Lin'an, Master Fakong studied under the holy monk of Lianhua Temple, and he is also a famous family, just breaking his sharpness."

"Even if you can't kill him, it's best to defeat him and abolish his invincible power."

Qin Qianqiu said seriously.

He actually didn't think that the Fakong monk could kill An Le, with the help of Hua Jiebing, Li You'an, and the mysterious old imperial uncle as Qin Xiang said, An Le might not be killed.

However, as long as Anle wins in a fair challenge, Anle's invincibility can be abolished.

If you can't guarantee it, An Le will be like Naluo light dust, causing a tofu Taoist heart and becoming a joke in Lin'an.

"Amitabha, a demonic person, the poor monk must follow the teachings of the master to temper him."

"Master Qin, this task, the poor monk has taken it."

"One thousand Yuan Ling Tong Treasure, three Demon Spirit Pills, don't forget it."

Monk Fakong said with a smile.

Qin Qianqiu narrowed his eyes and took a sip of tea: "As long as you win, these are not problems, and the Prime Minister of Qin's Mansion will also treat you as a guest." ”

"Although the little monk has not set foot in the five realms of refining gods, he can also reach the top ten of the small saint list in terms of his own strength, this son cultivates as a forging body but only three realms, and as soon as the refining god enters the four realms, he dares to take the invincible road, which is really arrogant."

Monk Fakong clasped his palms together and said: "The little monk is willing to extinguish arrogance for him, and be humble in front of the Buddha." ”

When Qin Qianqiu heard this, he immediately burst out laughing, and endless expectations surged in his heart.

A piece of leaf carried by the spring breeze floated in, landed on the wheel hub of the chariot, was crushed, the carriage turned into Lin'an Mansion, the horse's hooves ticked, and drove slowly towards Qingbo Street.

The drizzle was falling, and the twilight clouds were heavy.

An Le ended the research and fusion of the five kills of the sound rhythm, the sword waterfall map added the five kills of the sound rhythm, and with the increase of the Dao Fruit of tens of thousands of ancient wizards, An Le's mind has been significantly improved.

Forging body cultivation is also faintly born in the inner dan, at least know where the door is, and the breakthrough will be very soon.

Changed into a clean white clothes, An Le spread his hair, held up an oil-paper umbrella, bent his fingers, the green mountains and the ink pool swept over, pinned to his waist, holding a book, while watching a small courtyard, towards the West Lake.

The clouds are green and green, and the water is surging and smoking.

The West Lake in the rain has a unique scenery, and Anle just went to enjoy the rain scenery of the West Lake, relax and relax the tense mind with the rhythm of the five kills and the sword waterfall, and relax the body and mind.

Stepping on the rain-soaked bluestone pavement, I just stepped on the white jade staircase, and a spring breeze on the lake blew in a tone.

The corners of An Le's lips couldn't help but curl, and he closed his eyes and felt the comfort and tranquility of the soul in the spring breeze and drizzle.

Suddenly, there was a small sound of wheels crushing the bluestone.

An Le slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the luxurious chariot slowly approaching on the white jade causeway.

The thousand-year-old snake demon's demon source jade pendant on his waist trembled slightly at this moment, as if with a roar of anger.

The spring breeze and drizzle seem to have stopped suddenly.

An Le looked at the chariot that was getting closer and closer from the end of the West Lake causeway, through the willow branches.

Look at the murderous aura that seems to overflow the lake from the chariot.

His eyes gradually cooled.

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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.