Tens of thousands of people roared in unison, and the roar shattered the rain curtain, and the cold raindrops were blown into gouache, obscuring all the scenery on the mountain road.

The horse neighed in fright, and the face of General Jin Wuwei, who was sitting on the horse's back, suddenly changed, and he never expected such a situation to occur.

Didn't the generals of Shangzhu Guo, Zhenguo, and Fuguo be dispatched to cooperate with them, in order to arrest this young man who was in Baiyu Square, who was rebellious and dared to swing his sword and cut the palm of Zhao Tianzi's hand?

A young man who fell from a proud champion in the spring breeze to a rebellious teenager.

The carriage came up and down, it was the carriage of the Lin family, and on the cover of the carriage, an old man in plain clothes was added as a knife.

The sword qi diffused from the golden knife, and the wind and rain all over the mountain seemed to be fixed at this moment, and no longer poured into the world.

There was admiration on the face of Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu State, as an official who had experienced the battle of Great Zhao's southward migration, he knew very well what kind of price the Lin family and the old imperial uncle in front of him had paid in that war.

The change of 500 years has brought a bloody silence, but those glorious deeds will not disappear, like a thick history book, recording the blood-pumping past years.

Even though many people were eroded by the prosperity of Lin'an, they lost their spirit and forgot the grandeur and enthusiasm of the past.

But in the end, someone will keep the long-lost residual heat contained in the blood.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu State is such a person.

On the carriage, the twilight rain tilted, and the old emperor's uncle Zhao Huangting added a vertical knife, looking at the knife that was stuck on the ground, raised a fist, smashed it in the chest, and smashed the splash of Liu Guanshi.

The corners of Zhao Huangting's lips suddenly hung into a smile.

I still remember that back then, this Liu Guanshi was still a young petty official with fluffy lips on the southward migration ship, and in a blink of an eye, he had become a meritorious Shangzhu country on the commander's side.

It's a pity that today's Da Zhao can't see the slightest bit of blood.

An existence like Liu Guanshi can only be cold and bloody, and Fenghua is buried.

Some of the 10,000 ironclad troops behind him actually didn't know Zhao Huangting, who had been silent for five hundred years, but they knew the carriage of the Lin Mansion, the loyal and brave deeds of the Lin Mansion, how could the soldiers never hear of it.

And then there is the example of Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu State, and these soldiers inexplicably have a kind of residual warmth of blood surging.

The army of 10,000 men moved sideways, giving way to a strong, empty, rainstorm-baptized road.

The rickety carriage of the Lin Mansion drove on this road like this, and slowly disappeared between the rainy curtains under the beating of the chests of countless ironclad soldiers.

They are watching the legend's departure, and they are also watching Da Zhao's last blood wither.

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Lin'an House.

In the imperial city shrouded in a curtain of rain.

Inside the Imperial Study.

The cup full of wine was slammed to the ground and shattered, and the rich wine full of aura was drunk and flowing, and it was directly sprinkled all over the ground, steaming.

"I asked him to arrest people, not let him release them!"

When the Emperor of the Zhao family learned of the situation outside the Sixth Mountain, he was immediately angry like thick ink dripping into the clear water pool, and instantly spread his anger.

Tong Mink Temple was dressed in a purple robe, standing quietly in a corner of the imperial study, silent, at this time, it was best for him not to make a sound.

After a long time.

The emperor of the Zhao family quieted down, sat back in the chair, thought for a long time, and began to write on the white paper.

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The carriage was constantly bumping, but the comfort in the carriage was surging.

Looking at the deafening roar, An Le, who had been ready for a big battle, found that things were not going in a bad direction.

The old emperor's uncle held a sword to calm the storm, sat on the roof of the carriage, and asked ten thousand people to abandon the sword, make way sideways, and make way for them.

An Le's mind is full of mixed feelings.

Da Zhao's army is not without blood, but what is lacking is a medium to ignite their blood.

Those powerful people who are nested in Lin'an have long been worn away by the eroded soul of this medium that ignites the blood, and the blood of the soldiers can only be silenced.

Da Zhao was able to rely on the Canglang River to block the attack of the Yuanmeng Empire for 500 years, relying on absolutely not the moat, not relying on the royal family of Da Zhao, but on the battlefield of the Canglang River, every soldier with blood in his heart.

The old emperor returned to the carriage, and handed the storm to An Le with a smile, and the whole person leaned in the carriage, not knowing what he was thinking.

An Le put the storm into the sheath, and without saying a word, the carriage was silent, except for the faint sound of the rain lapping on the hood.

Lin Qingyin is a very quiet girl, and in the face of Anle, who is now a teacher, she is well-behaved and quiet.

For the old emperor's uncle, he was respectful from the bottom of his heart, so he never spoke.

An Le didn't speak, but his palm was rubbing the handle of the knife that fixed the turmoil, and it seemed that he could still feel the aftermath of the knife qi stirring in the long knife.

Finally, the army of 10,000 people behind him could no longer be seen.

All that was left was the horses pulling the chariots, galloping through the torrential rain, the wheels rolling over puddles and splashing in arcs.

I don't know how far he has traveled, Lin Chaifeng rode the horse and called a domineering, and the reins were constantly whipped, perhaps to vent all the depression in Lin'an.

Suddenly, Lin Chaifeng pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves high, splashing muddy water everywhere.

An Le, who was sitting in the carriage, slowly opened his eyes.

"The old people send each other, let's go and see each other."

"Maybe we won't see each other next time."

In the carriage, the old imperial uncle sighed and said to An Le.

Hearing this, An Le nodded, got up and lifted the curtain, and walked out with a white coat, a green mountain ink pool on his waist, and a fixed storm hidden in the peach wood sheath.

On the side of the mountain road in the distance, there is a long pavilion.

The ancient road pavilion, farewell atmosphere.

A figure that seemed to exude a haze all over his body, like a fairy in the sky, stood in the long pavilion, looking at the rain in the sky, stunned.

The man was extremely handsome, fairy birds, wide-sleeved robes, and carried two wine jugs.

An Le stepped into the pavilion, and Zhao Jiufang retracted his gaze.

"Fortunately, I hurried a little faster, and if I was slower, I wouldn't be able to catch up, and this pavilion is the farthest distance I can go."

Zhao Jiu said with a smile.

Then, he handed a wine jug to An Le, and the pot contained the old rice wine in Yan Chun.

The two of them touched the wine jug and began to drink.

Zhao Jiu didn't say much, as if he came here to have a drink with An Le.

A pot of turbid wine can be a happy meeting, but it can also be a sad parting.

Zhao Jiu, who said goodbye, waved his hand like this, his clothes were fluttering, and he walked through the rain curtain in the sky, twisting the rain in the sky, and drifted away like an immortal.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Huangting looked at the dashing Zhao Xianyou and couldn't help sighing.

As a caged finch, Fang is the most pitiful person.

The royal family was ruthless, but he never thought that the embarrassed emperor in the Tianxuan Palace could be so ruthless.

As soon as he thought of this, Uncle Huang's eyes became more and more sad, and he seemed to have some feelings for the spark that Li Youan said.

If there is a fire, it can burn everything up and start all over again......

That seems pretty good, too.

The chariot continued to drive, this time without any more obstacles, staggering through the wind and rain, and disappeared all the way to the official road.

In the carriage, Zhao Huangting smashed his mouth, drinking the old rice wine in Yanchun sent by Zhao Xianyou, and the cold wine entered his throat, but it made the old man extremely enjoyable and intoxicated.

"Ordinary wine is better than the palace drunkenness." Zhao Huangting smiled with emotion, An Le didn't take back the wine jug, and the wine was directly given to the old emperor uncle to drink.

Zhao Huangting is not polite, along the way, I am afraid that there will not be many opportunities to drink, so this pot of wine is one sip less.

"Senior, are we going to Shuzhong?"

Lin Qingyin seemed to know something, and said softly and elegantly.

Zhao Huangting took a sip of wine: "What did the fourth elder of the Lin family tell you?" Have you heard of the Sword Pool Palace in Shuzhong? That's where we went. ”

Lin Qingyin smiled lightly when she heard this: "Since ancient times, in addition to the imperial dynasty, there have been many rivers and lakes in Middle Earth, and these rivers and lakes have carried the inheritance of Middle Earth for thousands of years, and they are deeply rooted. ”

"Shuzhong Jianchi Palace, the three temples of Buddhism, Daomen Zhenwu and Heavenly Master, the demon Kunpeng Mountain, the star-picking sect controlled by the peerless national teacher of Dali Kingdom, and the Hell Mansion that is now the state religion of Xiliang State......"

"These are the forces of the rivers and lakes that have been passed down for a long time in the land of Middle-earth, even if the dynasty changes, the wind and rain blow, they all stand tall."

After all, Lin Qingyin is the descendant of the Lin family, and what he has seen and heard is naturally very, far from being comparable to the happiness of being a monk halfway through.

He was about to observe the bliss of the golden years that had been absorbed from Guru Su Zhu, when he suddenly opened his eyes and listened curiously.

Zhao Huangting squinted his eyes and admired it very much: "The rivers and lakes are all rivers and lakes without the temple...... In fact, temples can also be called rivers and lakes, but they are just given a more elegant name. ”

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes."

"Shuzhong Jianchi Palace, the inheritance is long, although it has been almost interrupted, but the bumps and bumps have been inherited to this day, and it is naturally not good, it is such as the famous place of sword casting today."

"Qingshan needs to be attacked, and Jianchi Palace must go once."

Zhao Huangting said, looking at An Le by the way, his face was very solemn: "There is a holy place in the Sword Pond Palace called Sword Pond Lake, which is a supreme treasure for sword cultivation in the world, and this is also one of the purposes for me to take you there this time." ”

"The foundation of a cultivator is very important, and I have high expectations for you, hoping that one day, you will be able to break through the ten realms that block the steps of countless cultivators, and realize the true great freedom and great flow between heaven and earth."

Zhao Huangting's words were full of emotion.

He saw his young figure in An Le, and because of this, Zhao Huangting wanted to cultivate An Le and lay a good foundation for An Le.

An Le couldn't help but be moved, he didn't expect that Uncle Huang would have such high expectations for him.

"Since you can win Qingshan's favor, I naturally have to raise my expectations for you."

Zhao Huangting took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "If Qingshan can open the front, the meaning is absolutely different, it is the key to breaking the ten realms, in my life, I went to the Jianchi Palace four times, and I can't get it if I want to open the front for Qingshan, I know, it should be me who has no chance, but now it is the fifth time, I will take you into Shu." ”

"The only person in this world who can open the edge for Qingshan is Jianchi Palace."

"If you fail to open this time, then from now on, you can only enter Shu by yourself."

Zhao Huangting's words made An Le silent.

"An boy, you are now a cultivator of the Double Four Realms, and you are about to come into contact with the Five Realms and impact the Six Realms, today I will talk to you about the refining of the gods and forging the body after the Six Realms."

Outside the carriage, the rain hit the car cover, and the rain was foggy.

In the carriage, Zhao Huangting found a lazy posture and said softly.

An Le's expression was dignified, and he was sitting in a precarious position, Lin Qingyin was also upright, with a solemn face, even Lin Chaifeng, who was driving on the wheel, pricked up his ears.

"After the Five Realms, the Five Realms are the overall realm of cultivation in this world."

"The five realms of refining gods are to sit and forget, and the next four realms are ...... Kasumiju, Xiaoyao, iQue, Sendai. ”

"The tenth realm of refining gods, called Nirvana, is a realm that cultivators all over the world dream of but can't get."

After Zhao Huangting finished speaking, he took a sip of wine and said.

"The five realms after the innate forging body are: Viewing the Qi Sea, Moving the Blood Mountain, Divine Presence, and Absolute Peak."

"The tenth realm of forging the body is a land immortal."

"The Ten Realms of Refining the Divine Forging Body complement each other, why did the emperor who made the four seas unify the cultivation so that all the talented cultivators in the world would choose to forge the body and practice with the Divine Refining Body?"

"That's because, after arriving at the Six Realms, the complementary effects will be magnified a lot, if you refine the Divine Xiaju, you can greatly increase the possibility of forging your body into the Six Realms."

"Of course, it is not excluded that there are people who are extremely talented and evil, but they can only refine the gods or forge the body to cultivate to the Ten Realms, such a character is difficult to produce one for thousands of years, one thing can be determined, the two complement each other, steadily reach the Double Nine Realms, accumulate enough, accumulate richly, and it will be easier to break the Ten Realms after all."

Zhao Huangting said that he couldn't help but take an extra sip of wine, only to find that there was not much wine left in the pot, and he couldn't help but be very annoyed.

This is the first time An Le knows the realm behind him, and the former Mrs. Hua lit a green lantern on his cultivation path and told him to set foot in the first five realms after cultivation.

Now, the old emperor's uncle, Zhao Huangting, continues to shine the lights, allowing him to understand the mystery of the latter five realms.

"You were in the White Jade Square that day, and the sudden eruption was a bit similar to the 'divine presence' of the eighth realm of forging the body, but the eruption was higher, stronger and more invincible, and that feeling of spirit would help you in your future forging cultivation."

Zhao Huangting looked at An Le and said.

The old man knew that An Le should have his own secrets, at least this method similar to divine presence, it was probably impossible for him to come from Qingshan, he had held Qingshan's sword weapon for five hundred years, and he could figure out a few points.

However, it doesn't matter, the more Anle has his own secrets, the happier the old man becomes.

The carriage swayed.

Inside the train, hot water is boiled in a charcoal stove to warm the surroundings.

While drinking, the old man leisurely told some mysteries of the Five Realms and the Five Realms, as well as the problems that should be paid attention to, and so on.

The young people in the carriage listened attentively.

The carriage broke through the wind and rain all the way.

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Above the sea of clouds, the stars are brilliant.

Li Youan carried his hands on his back, hunted in a Confucian shirt, and walked with a wisp of sword energy.

seemed to be listening to the teachings and support of the elders to the young in the chariot, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but hang a smile.

However, the smile quickly faded, and he raised his hand and tapped lightly in front of him.

The starlight converges into a sword weapon thousands of times.

The next moment, the sword light swept out and slashed towards the hidden void in the distance.

There was a muffled snort in the void suddenly, and many of the strong people hidden in it never thought that Li Youan was so domineering, they just spied on it, and they were about to be slashed by the sword qi.

Therefore, all these snooping powerhouses retreated.

Li Youan sat in the void, his face returned to coldness, but his heart was extremely dull at all, the son of the Zhao family...... It's really ruthless.

Although he told Zhao Huangting that Xiliang Guo did not need to worry, in fact, the longer Li Youan delayed, the more unpredictable the Xiliang Kingdom's changes to the demon father and son became.

"However, after being escorted to Shuzhong, I don't need to worry about the next road, Uncle Huang can enter Shu four times and break into Jianchi Lake without being killed, so he has his confidence."

Li Youan let out a breath, as if he had thought of something, and smiled.

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Under the twilight clouds.

The chariot sped away.

An Le sat cross-legged, the car was quiet, the old emperor had already slept, Lin Qingyin covered him with a thin blanket, and then lit a candle in the carriage, picked up a drawing board and practiced sketching with charcoal.

She didn't disturb An Le, and when she saw An Le closing her eyes, her body surging with qi and blood and mental energy, she knew that An Le was practicing.

However, the happiness at this moment is not really a practice.

His mind was calm.

A touch of golden years suddenly rose in front of him.

It is a precious wisp of golden age drawn from the peerless female bodhisattva who seems to have come out of the painting.

At this moment, in the dead of night, there is only the sound of chariots moving slowly.

An Le no longer hesitates, and looks at the charm from the years.

The energy of the years bloomed golden, like a pillar of incense burning, and the birds flickered, distorting the picture in front of them.

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The sky and the earth are dark, and the birds are whimpering.

The city bleeds.

An Le's eyes shrank, and he saw a beautiful woman in white clothes dyed blood red, walking barefoot from the bleeding city and from the endless corpses.

After the bloody clothes, the hundred ghosts walked at night.

One step withered green silk, 33,000 steps.

Scatter the threads of troubles.

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