Chapter 114: Five Realms After Five Realms, Watching the Bodhisattva's Hair Fall in the Years

Ten thousand people roared together, and the roar shattered the rain curtain. The cold raindrops were blown into powder, blurring all the scenery on the mountain road.

The horses neighed in fear, and the faces of the left and right Jinwu Guards sitting on the horseback suddenly changed. They had never expected such a situation to happen.

Weren’t the Shangzhuguo and the Zhenguo and Fuguo generals dispatched to cooperate with them to arrest the young man who dared to swing his sword to cut the palm of the Great Zhao Emperor in the White Jade Square?

A young man who fell from a proud top scholar to a rebellious young man.

The carriage came up and down. It was the Lin family’s carriage. On the carriage cover, an old man in plain clothes was holding a knife.

The knife energy emanated from the golden knife, and the wind and rain on the mountain seemed to be fixed at this moment, no longer pouring down on the world.

Liu Guanshi, the senior state general, showed admiration on his face. As an official who had experienced the war of the Great Zhao's migration to the south, he knew very well what price the Lin family and the old uncle paid in that war.

Five hundred years have passed, bringing the silence of passion, but those once glorious deeds will not disappear, like a thick history book, recording the past years that made people's blood boil.

Even though many people have been corroded by the prosperity of Lin'an, their spirits have been worn away, and they have forgotten the grandeur and passion of the past.

But there will always be people who will keep the long-lost residual heat contained in their blood.

Liu Guanshi, the senior state general, is such a person.

On the carriage, the evening rain was tilted, and the old uncle Zhao Huangting added a vertical knife, looking at Liu Guanshi, the senior state general, who inserted the knife into the ground, raised a fist, hit his chest, and smashed the water splashing.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Zhao Huangting's lips.

I still remember that Liu Guanshi was a young official with hair on the corners of his lips on the southward migration ship. In a blink of an eye, he has become a senior general who commands a region and has made great contributions.

Unfortunately, the Great Zhao of today cannot bear any blood.

The existence of Liu Guanshi can only be chilled and buried.

Some of the 10,000 iron-clad soldiers behind him did not know Zhao Huangting, who had been silent for 500 years, but they knew the carriage of the Lin Mansion and the deeds of the loyal and brave family of the Lin Mansion. How could the soldiers not have heard of it?

With the example of the senior general Liu Guanshi, these soldiers inexplicably felt the residual warmth of their blood surging.

The 10,000-man army moved sideways, leaving a solemn, empty, rain-washed road.

The swaying carriage of the Lin Mansion drove on this road, and under the ceremony of countless iron-clad soldiers beating their chests, it slowly disappeared between the rain curtains.

They were watching the departure of the legend, and also watching the last blood of the Great Zhao fade away.

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Lin'an Prefecture.

In the imperial city shrouded in rain.

In the imperial study.

The cup filled with wine was thrown to the ground fiercely and shattered. The rich wine filled with spiritual energy was drunk and spilled all over the ground, steaming up the mist.

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

The emperor of the Zhao family learned about the situation outside the Sixth Mountain, and his anger was like thick ink dropped into a clear water pool, instantly spreading.

Tong Diao Si, dressed in a purple robe, stood quietly in a corner of the imperial study, silent. At this time, he had better not speak.

After a long time.

The emperor of the Zhao family calmed down, sat back in the chair, thought for a long time, and started writing on the white paper.

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The carriage was shaking constantly, but Anle in the carriage was surging.

Looking at the deafening roar, Anle, who had been prepared for a big battle, found that things did not develop in a bad direction.

The old uncle held a Ding Feng Bo and sat on the top of the carriage, and asked thousands of people to abandon their swords, step aside and make way for them, leaving a smooth road.

Anle's mind was full of mixed feelings.

The army of Da Zhao was not without passion, but what was lacking was a medium to ignite their passion.

Those dignitaries who were nesting in Lin'an had long been worn away by the bone-eroding and soul-stirring medium to ignite their passion, and the blood of the soldiers could only return to silence.

Da Zhao was able to rely on the Canglang River to block the attacks of the Yuan Mongolian Empire for 500 years. It was definitely not because of the natural moat, nor the royal family of Da Zhao, but because of every passionate soldier on the battlefield of Canglang River.

The old uncle returned to the carriage, handed the Ding Feng Bo to Anle with a dull look, and leaned against the carriage, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Anle sheathed Ding Fengbo without saying anything. The carriage was silent, with only the subtle sound of rain hitting the hood.

Lin Qingyin was originally a very quiet girl. Facing Anle, who was now her teacher, she was well-behaved and quiet.

She was respectful to the old uncle, so she never said a word.

Anle also did not speak, but his palm was stroking the handle of Ding Fengbo, and he seemed to be able to feel the aftermath of the sword energy in the long sword.

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

Only the horses were left pulling the chariot, galloping in the rainstorm, the wheels rolling over the puddles, splashing water in an arc.

I don't know how far they have traveled, Lin Zhuifeng is so domineering, the reins are constantly whipping, perhaps to vent all the frustration in Lin'an.

Suddenly, Lin Zhuifeng pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hoof high, splashing mud and water.

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

"Let's go and see my old friend."

"Maybe we won't meet again."

In the carriage, the old uncle sighed and said to Anle.

Hearing the words, Anle nodded, stood up and lifted the car curtain, and walked out in white clothes, Qingshan Mochi on his waist, and Ding Fengbo hidden in a peach wood sheath.

There is a long pavilion on the side of the mountain road in the distance.

The long pavilion on the ancient road creates a farewell atmosphere.

A figure whose whole body seemed to be exuding haze, like a figure who was banished from heaven to the dust, stood in the pavilion, looking at the rain in the sky, in a daze.

The man is extremely handsome, with a fairy air, wearing a robe with wide sleeves and carrying two wine bottles.

When Anle stepped into the pavilion, Zhao Jiufang withdrew his gaze.

"Fortunately, I rushed faster. If I had been slower, I wouldn't have been able to catch up. This pavilion is the farthest distance I can go."

Zhao Jiu said with a smile.

Then, he handed a wine pot to Anle. The pot was filled with old rice wine from Yan Chunli.

The two of them touched the wine bottles under the pavilion and began to drink.

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

A pot of turbid wine can bring joy to meet each other, but it can also hurt separation.

Zhao Jiu waved his hands like this when saying goodbye, his clothes were swaying, and he walked in the continuous rain, twisting the rain in the sky, and drifted away like an immortal.

In the carriage, Zhao Huangting looked at the handsome Zhao Xianyou and couldn't help but sigh.

As a bird in a cage, Fang is the most miserable person.

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

When he thought of this, the old uncle's eyes became more and more sad, as if he had some feelings about the spark that Li Youan mentioned.

If there was a fire, it could burn everything and start all over again...

That seems pretty good too.

The chariot continued to drive, this time without any obstruction, swaying against the wind and rain, and disappeared on the official road.

In the carriage, Zhao Huangting smacked his lips and drank the old rice wine from Yanchunli sent by Zhao Xianyou. The cold wine went into his throat, but it made the old man extremely enjoyable and intoxicated.

"Ordinary wine is better than the drunken clouds in the palace." Zhao Huangting smiled with emotion. Anle did not take back the wine pot, so he gave the wine to the old uncle to drink.

Zhao Huangting was not polite. On the way, he probably didn't have many opportunities to drink, so he took one sip at a time.

"Senior, are we going to Shuzhong?"

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

Zhao Huangting took a sip of wine and said, "Did the fourth son of the Lin family tell you? Have you ever heard of Jianchi Palace in Sichuan? That's where we are going on this trip."

Lin Qingyin smiled softly when she heard this: "In addition to the imperial dynasty, Middle-earth has had many rivers and lakes forces since ancient times. These rivers and lakes forces have carried the inheritance of Middle-earth for thousands of years and are deeply rooted. Even the Yuanmeng who now occupy the vast territory of Middle-earth to the north of the Canglang River The emperor also acquiesces to the existence of these forces. "

"The Jianchi Palace in the middle of Shu, the three Buddhist temples, the Taoist Zhenwu and the Celestial Master, the demon tribe Kunpeng Mountain, the Star Reaching Sect controlled by the peerless national master of the Dali Kingdom, and the Hell Palace, which is now established as the state religion of the Western Liang Kingdom... …”

"These are the rivers and lakes forces that have spanned the land of Middle-earth and been passed down for a long time. Even if the dynasties change, the wind and rain are blowing, they all remain standing."

After all, Lin Qingyin is a direct descendant of the Lin family, so her knowledge and knowledge are naturally extraordinary, far beyond the comfort and happiness of becoming a monk halfway.

Just as he was about to observe the happiness of the golden years drawn from Master Suzhu, 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, the temple can also be called the rivers and lakes, but it is just a more elegant name."

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

"The Sword Pool Palace in Sichuan has a long history. Although it was almost interrupted, the inheritance has been passed down until now. It is naturally a good place and it is now a famous sword-making place in the world."

"The green mountains need to be explored, and the Jianchi Palace must be visited."

Zhao Huangting said, looking at Anle by the way, with a very solemn expression: "There is a holy place in Jianchi Palace called Jianchi Lake. It is a supreme treasure for sword cultivators in the world. This is what I will take you to this time. One of the purposes.”

"The foundation of a practitioner is very important. I have high expectations for you. I hope that one day you can break through the ten realms that block the steps of countless practitioners and realize the true freedom and romance between heaven and earth."

Zhao Huangting's words were filled with emotion.

He saw the reflection of his youth in Anle. Because of this, Zhao Huangting wanted to cultivate Anle and lay a good foundation for Anle.

An Le couldn't help but be moved. He didn't expect that the old uncle had 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 an attack, the meaning is completely different. It is the key to breaking through the ten realms. In my life, I have gone to Jianchi Palace four times, but I can't open an attack for Qingshan." Yes, I know, I am not destined, but now is the fifth time, I will take you to Shu."

"The only person in this world who can give Qingshan an edge is Jianchi Palace."

"If you fail to make a breakthrough this time, then you will have to enter Sichuan by yourself."

Zhao Huangting's words made Anle silent.

"Boss An, you are now at the fourth realm, and you will soon be exposed to the fifth realm and impact the sixth realm. Today I will talk to you about the spiritual and physical training after the sixth realm."

Outside the car, the rain hit the hood and the car was covered with rain and fog.

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

An Le looked serious and sat upright. Lin Qingyin also became serious, with a solemn face. Even Lin Zhuifeng, who was driving on the shaft of the car, pricked up his ears.

"After the five realms, there are five more realms, which is the overall realm of cultivation in the world."

"The five realms of refining the gods are Zuowang, and the next four realms are...Xiaju, Xiaoyao, Shenyou, and Xiantai."

"The tenth state of God Refining is called Nirvana. It is a state that all cultivators in the world dream of but cannot achieve."

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

"The five realms from the innate to the later stages of physical training are: Guanqi Sea, Moving Blood Mountain, God's Appearance, and Absolute Summit."

"The tenth level of body training is a land immortal."

"The ten realms of divine and physical training are complementary to each other. Why did the emperor who unified the world want to coordinate the cultivation so that all talented practitioners in the world would choose to practice together with spiritual training?"

"That's because after reaching the Sixth Realm, the mutually reinforcing effects will be much greater. If you practice the Shenxia Jue, you can greatly increase the possibility of tempering your body to enter the Sixth Realm."

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"Of course, it is not ruled out that there are people who are extremely talented and evil. They can cultivate the gods or the body to the tenth level alone. It is difficult for such a person to appear in thousands of years. One thing is certain. The two complement each other and steadily reach the double nine. Realm, if you accumulate enough, it will be easier to break through the tenth realm.”

When Zhao Huangting was in high spirits, he couldn't help but take a sip of wine, only to find that there was not much wine left in the pot, and he couldn't help but feel very upset.

This was the first time that Anle knew about the realms behind him. The former Madam Hua lit a green lantern on his path of practice and told him the first five realms after he set foot in practice.

Now, the old imperial uncle Zhao Huangting continues to light up the lights to let him understand the mystery of the last five realms.

"Your sudden explosion in White Jade Square that day was a bit similar to the 'divine presence' in the eighth level of physical training. However, the explosion was higher, stronger, and invincible. That feeling of spirit will help you in your subsequent training. Physical practice.”

Zhao Huangting looked at Anle and said.

The old man knew that Anle should have a secret of his own. At least this method, which was similar to the divine presence, probably could not come from Qingshan. He had held the Qingshan sword for five hundred years, so he could figure it out.

However, this is not important. The more Anle has his own secret, the happier the old man will be.

The carriage swayed.

In the carriage, a charcoal stove heats up hot water and warms the surrounding area.

While drinking, the old man leisurely talked about some mysteries of the five realms after the five realms, as well as the issues that should be paid attention to, etc.

The young people in the carriage were all listening carefully.

The carriage broke through the wind and rain and moved forward.

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Above the sea of ​​clouds, the stars are shining brightly.

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

It seems that he is also listening to the teachings and support of the young people from the elders in this chariot, and a smile can't help but appear on the corners of his lips.

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

The starlight converges into a thousand swords.

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

Suddenly there were muffled sounds in the void, and many strong men hiding in it never thought that Li Youan was so domineering. They just peeked, and they were about to be slashed by the sword energy.

Therefore, all these snooping strong men retreated.

Li Youan sat in the void, his face returned to coldness, but his heart was not at all dull. The emperor of the Zhao family... really showed no mercy.

Although he and Zhao Huangting said that the Xiliang Kingdom did not need to worry, in fact, the longer Li Youan delayed, the more unpredictable the strange behavior of the possessed father and son in the Xiliang Kingdom would be.

"However, after being escorted to the middle of Sichuan, I don't need to worry about the rest of the journey. The old emperor's uncle can enter Sichuan and enter Jianchi Lake four times without being beaten to death. He certainly has his confidence."

Li Youan breathed out, as if he thought of something, and smiled knowingly.

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Under dusk clouds.

The chariot is speeding.

An Le sat cross-legged, the car was quiet, and the old imperial uncle had already fallen asleep. Lin Qingyin covered him with a thin blanket, then lit a candle in the car, picked up a drawing board and held a charcoal pen to practice sketching.

She didn't disturb An Le. When she saw An Le's eyes closed and his body's energy, blood and heart energy surged, she knew that An Le was practicing.

However, the happiness at this moment is not really practicing.

His mind was heavy.

A touch of golden age energy suddenly rose in front of his eyes.

It is a precious ray of golden age drawn from the peerless female Bodhisattva who seems to have stepped out of the painting.

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

Anle no longer hesitates, and sees the charm from the years.

The energy of time blooms golden, like a pillar of incense burning, and the birds flutter, distorting the scene in front of you.

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

The city bleeds.

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

After the blood cloak, a hundred ghosts walk at night.

One step withers a black hair, thirty-three thousand steps.

Let go of worries.

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