Chapter 121: The Young Man Watched the Years Forge a Sword and Gained Enlightenment, and with One Blow, He Started a Fairy Fire Like Fireworks

The light rain is gentle, the wind is gentle, and thousands of willows are in the green smoke.

The world seemed to be filled with many more elusive and indescribable sword auras. The sword auras intertwined with the spring rain, making the second prince Zhao Pei feel a chill all over his body.

Zhao Pei was naturally in awe of this old sword master who came out of Jianchi Lake. After all, this old sword master was one of the few land immortals in the world, and he was truly a top expert.

For such a strong man, Zhao Pei wanted to use his imperial power to suppress the other party, which was obviously just a joke. Even if the emperor of the Zhao family was here, the old sword master could still keep his face.

And the old sword master suddenly said "Purple Qi Golden Lotus is good", which almost sent chills all over the second prince's body.

As a purple-qi golden lotus produced by the Tianshi Mansion using secret techniques to gather 200 years of luck, it is naturally precious and strange.

The old sword master's words were good, but he seemed to want to take away the Purple Qi Golden Lotus.

The second prince Zhao Pei was unwilling to give away the Purple Qi Golden Lotus.

Just when he had no intention of leaving or not leaving, Li Qingchuan from the Tianshi Mansion next to him took a step forward with a solemn expression and said: "Senior Sword Master, the Purple Qi Golden Lotus is the treasure of my Tianshi Mansion. , only the Zhao royal family can hold it..."

However, he hadn't finished speaking yet.

The old sword body glanced over at a glance, and a terrifying pressure instantly fell on the newly promoted ninth-level Taoist from the Tianshi Mansion.

Li Qingchuan's complexion instantly turned purple and black. He was oppressed by the sword intent that filled the world, as if death would come to his body at any time.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

This real person from the Nine Realms of the Tianshi Mansion flew upside down in an instant, as if he had been kicked by someone. His legs were lifted off the ground and he bowed. He was like a cannonball that was shot backwards for nearly a hundred meters. Then he managed to reach the ground with both feet. Keep your posture steady.

"The Purple Qi Golden Lotus is not something that only the royal family of Great Zhao can possess, but your Tianshi Mansion only gives it to the royal family. You want to exchange it for the name of the state religion and gather the Qi of Zhao. Unfortunately, the Emperor of Great Zhao does not accept this trick."

"Therefore, treasures like this have always been inhabited by those who are destined to do so."

The old sword master said calmly.

"I have lived for so many years, but I can't understand this truth. Do you still need you to explain it in front of me?"

Li Qingchuan, the real person of Tianshi Mansion, felt the huge gap.

This old swordsman from Jianchi Palace is really ridiculously strong. He is newly promoted to the ninth realm, but he was shocked internally by the strength of the opponent's look.

"Don't worry, I'm quite old and I won't try to steal your young Golden Lotus. However, treasures like the Purple Qi Golden Lotus carry good luck and are beyond the reach of ordinary people... Just like what I said , if you are destined to live there, you can take care of yourself.”

The old sword sage has some guidance.

He spoke softly to Anle, but to other people's words, they seemed ethereal and profound.

After King Jiangling cupped his fists and bowed in apology, he remained silent, pulled the second prince and walked towards the outside of Jianchi Palace.

The second prince Zhao Pei also recovered at this moment. His body, which seemed to be frozen by fear, finally regained the strength to move.

However, he never and did not dare to say any more words.

He knew that if he wanted to win the favor of the old sword master, it was absolutely impossible for him to be the second prince of Zhao. The most effective and direct way was to ring the sword bell.

As long as he can ring thirty-six times like peace of mind, the old sword master will definitely treat him kindly.

However, even if the second prince has the Purple Qi Golden Lotus in his body, he is not sure at all.

The thirty-six ringing of the sword bell... is simply beyond human power.

The second prince still doesn't understand why Anle can ring thirty-six times? It broke the record of Jianchi Palace and even made the Sword Master appear to congratulate him.

He was dragged out of Jianchi Palace by King Jiangling silently. Li Qingchuan, who coughed up blood after being glared at by the old sword master, did not dare to stay long and hurriedly followed.

The three of them walked out of Jianchi Palace in a dull manner.

I came here with great ambitions, but in the end I left in despair.

After walking out of the mountain gate of Jianchi Palace and standing in front of the jade stele archway, King Jiangling let go of the hand holding the second prince Zhao Pei.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, looked gloomy and ugly.

As the second prince of the Zhao family, he had never suffered such a loss.

After boarding the Heavenly Master's Mansion, the old Heavenly Master in the Heavenly Master's Mansion was still polite to him, and even passed down the Purple Qi Golden Lotus to him.

But in this Jianchi Palace, he was extremely disgusted.

On the other hand, Anle can attract everyone's attention and become the favorite in the eyes of many swordsmen practitioners in Jianchi Palace.

"I don't like Jianchi Palace."

The second prince Zhao Pei said coldly.

King Jiangling slowly withdrew his gaze, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like an elegant scholar, and said with a chuckle: "What a coincidence, the emperor sitting on the throne in Lin'an Mansion doesn't like Jianchi Palace either."

"Look at this Jinguan City, which has long been integrated with Jianchi Palace. However, this city belongs to the Zhao family. The Zhao family has no control over it."

"Your Majesty naturally doesn't want to see this, so he dislikes Jianchi Palace very much."

King Jiangling said elegantly.

The three of them bathed in the spring rain, left the Jianchi Palace and walked on the bluestone streets.

"I changed my mind."

"I don't want to capture Anle anymore, I want to kill him as quickly as possible."

The second prince Zhao Pei took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"This boy...is growing too fast. Today, his cultivation has been broken through and he has stepped into the double fifth realm. With that invincible momentum, once this boy enters the sixth realm, with such an invincible momentum to help him break through, he will be unstoppable, even faster and stronger than the legendary champion Li Youan!"

In addition, Anle's ringing of the bell for thirty-six times today was too unbelievable, and the second prince Zhao Pei was extremely afraid.

"If the news spreads that this boy rang the sword bell thirty-six times in front of Jianchi Lake, the whole world will know that Jianchi Palace has produced a reincarnated sword immortal with a clear sword heart."

"Such a sword immortal seed with a clear sword heart will inevitably attract the covetousness of the world's strong men. In the Hell Palace, which is regarded as the state religion by the father and son who were possessed by the devil in Xiliang Kingdom, those people must be eager for the body of such a sword immortal seed with a clear sword heart."

"I heard that the sea-crossing saint monk of Lianhua Temple also has grievances with this boy. If the news spreads, the sea-crossing saint monk will definitely not sit idly by and watch him grow up..."

"Wait... The majestic invincible power on him is actually a great opportunity. If I can kill him personally, I can at least inherit most of that invincible power!"

As if thinking of something, the eyes of the second prince Zhao Pei revealed a brilliant brilliance!

The heart beat unstoppably, and the blood in his body could not hide the heat.

"Yes, I must kill him myself!"

King Jiangling held an umbrella, and the rain gathered at the edge of the umbrella into an intertwined rain curtain. Under the umbrella, he was elegant and smiling, looking at the second prince who was gradually getting hot in his heart, and his smile became more and more intense.

"Anle has been in Jianchi Palace, and there is no way to kill him."

King Jiangling said.

The second prince Zhao Pei had a smile on his lips, looking forward to killing Anle. He inherited the invincible momentum and stepped into the sixth realm with the most perfect posture. His path of cultivation will surely be smooth, and the barriers of the nine realms in the future will definitely be easily broken through, and he will become a person who stands at the top of cultivation.

Stretching his waist and making up his mind to kill Anle, the depression he encountered in front of Jianchi Lake today was swept away.

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"He can't hide in Jianchi Palace all his life..."

"My old uncle is going north."

"Sooner or later, he will step out of Jianchi Palace."

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In front of Jianchi Lake.

As the second prince Zhao Pei and King Jiangling left.

The old sword saint retracted his indifferent gaze. He was not interested in the second prince, and he hated King Jiangling from the bottom of his heart.

King Jiangling just stood there elegantly, exuding a disgust that made him frown.

"Muzhe, don't let King Jiangling step into Jianchi Palace in the future."

The old sword saint said indifferently.

Su Muzhe nodded immediately after hearing this. She knew that the old sword saint looked down on the hereditary King Jiangling at all, and Su Muzhe also knew that King Jiangling had always been eyeing Jianchi Palace.

Anyway, they would turn against each other sooner or later, so it was okay not to allow him to enter Jianchi Palace.

After the old sword master gave Anle two wisps of sword energy, his eyes moved and fell on Zhao Huangting.

"This time you go north, you will never come back, but do you have any regrets?"

The old sword master looked at Zhao Huangting, the boy who used to be carefree, now unknowingly faced the end of his life, and even ignited Nirvana.

"The end of the life is coming, it's good to go north, see the mountains and rivers of my hometown, and enjoy the fireworks of the past. I have no regrets."

"As for the battle with the Yuan Meng emperor, just ask for a good fight."

Zhao Huangting smiled casually: "This time I come to Jianchi Lake should be the last time. In addition to seeing Muzha, it is the fifth time to open the sword for Qingshan."

"However, the person who opens the sword this time is not me, but Anle."

The old sword master heard the words and his eyes fell on Qingshan.

The Qingshan sword automatically floated up and hovered in front of the old sword master.

The wrinkled hand of the old sword master gently touched Qingshan: "Why do you insist on sharpening Qingshan?"

"Maybe this bamboo sword doesn't need to be sharpened?"

The sword fingers were close together, stroking the blade of Qingshan sword, and the old sword master's eyes gradually narrowed, and a gleam of brilliance seemed to flash in his eyes.

"No, Qingshan must be sharpened. Only after sharpening, Qingshan can we get rid of the fog and see the real Qingshan!"

Zhao Huangting's eyes revealed a rare enthusiasm.

"The one who gave me Qingshan failed to sharpen it, so it's my turn, Zhao Huangting. If I, Zhao Huangting, can't do it, then Anle will come. If Anle can't do it... He will find someone suitable to hold the sword of Qingshan in the future, and pass it on!"

"Qingshan is still there."

The voice was quite sonorous and lingered around.

Su Muzhe's eyes were complicated, and the old swordsmith showed a touch of appreciation and sigh.

The old sword master's face gradually returned to normal, and his expression could not be seen.

Suddenly he raised his hand, which was covered with spots, and touched Zhao Huangting's chest.

A wisp of majestic sword energy rushed into Zhao Huangting's body.

The fire of Nirvana seemed to be suppressed in an instant.

"Then I am looking forward to your success."

The old sword saint said softly.

Zhao Huangting's face regained some rosy color, and his spirit seemed to have returned to his body. The fire of Nirvana, which was originally suppressed by the heart sword, was suppressed by another wisp of sword energy.

This made Zhao Huangting's pain much less.

"The fire of Nirvana is one of the three disasters of the ten realms. The heart sword can suppress it for you, but I can only add icing on the cake with sword energy."

"However, this sword energy can help you enter the Yuanmeng capital. Otherwise, you will go north with great ambition, but you can't even enter the gate of the capital. You will become the world's number one laughing stock."

"The man of my apprentice Su Muzhe, please become a laughing stock."

The old sword saint said indifferently.

Zhao Huangting smiled, clasped his fists and bowed, thanking the old sword saint.

The old sword saint handed Qingshan back to Anle, and a kind smile appeared on his face again: "Little guy, do you also want to sharpen Qingshan?"

Anle took Qingshan and wore it on his waist. Without hesitation, he nodded and responded: "Yes, senior."

He knew that it was the wish of the old man in the Taimiao to sharpen Qingshan. In the few days left to ignite the fire of Nirvana, Anle was willing to work hard for the old man's wish.

The old sword saint smiled lightly, tapped his toes on the ground, and countless sword energies began to whistle from behind him.

His figure floated and landed above the center of the Jianchi Lake.

His hemp clothes fluttered, and his white hair and beard all flew.

"If you want to sharpen the sword for Qingshan, you need to at least forge a sword yourself."

"You ring the bell thirty-six times, and Jianchi Palace will forge a sword for you according to the rules. Wang Yansheng, you will help this little guy forge and sharpen the sword."

"If Qingshan can sharpen the sword, it will be of great benefit to you."

As the words fell, the water of the Jianchi Lake on both sides rolled up huge waves, and the old sword saint fell into the lake again. The lake returned to calm, without any waves, as if everything was just a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.

The old swordsmith with silver hair bowed slightly to the old sword saint who disappeared on the Jianchi Lake, and then looked at Anle: "Next, you will follow me to forge the sword."

"When the sword is completed, you will have the confidence and ability to sharpen the sword for Qingshan."

Anle heard this, his face was solemn, and he didn't say much.

Even if he was anxious to sharpen the sword for Qingshan, this kind of thing couldn't be rushed.

But if the Qingshan Kaifeng is not completed when the old man in the Temple of Heaven is approaching, it will probably become a permanent regret in Anle's heart.

"Jie Liu, take Anle to rest for three days first, let him stabilize the realm he just broke through, adjust his blood, mind, etc., and bring him to my sword forging workshop tomorrow." The old sword forger said with his hands behind his back, and he left in an instant after the words fell.

Wan Jie Liu bowed respectfully and watched him leave.

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The news that a young man in white rang the sword bell thirty-six times soon spread, and it was not just the Jianchi Palace. The news even spread from the Jianchi Palace to Jinguan City, and then from Jinguan City to the whole world.

The name of the Jianchi Palace is naturally resounding throughout the world. Let alone the name of the sword forging, the old sword saint in the Jianchi Palace who never came out is enough to make all forces in the world take it seriously.

This is a Jianghu force comparable to the Taoist Zhenwu Temple and Tianshi Mansion, as well as the three Buddhist temples.

The Sword Bell of Jianchi Palace is well-known. Since ancient times, many chivalrous men who are passionate about swords have rushed to Jianchi Palace to try to ring the bell.

If they can ring it nine times, they can get Jianchi Palace to forge swords for them.

If they can ring it eighteen times, they can become famous all over the world!

Now, there is news that a young sword immortal has rung the bell thirty-six times, causing the old sword saint of Jianchi Palace to come out and congratulate him!

When the name of the young sword immortal spreads, it is like water dripping into an oil pan, boiling incomparably.

Because the young sword immortal is named Anle, and he is the top scholar of the current spring examination of the Great Zhao Dynasty, but he broke the plan of the emperor of the Zhao family in front of Tianxuan Palace and was deprived of the title of top scholar.

But his name was already known all over the world, and today he rang the bell thirty-six times in Jianchi Palace.

Anle's name is like thunder everywhere, and all kinds of deeds have been dug up.

The boy once asked the martial arts champions of all generations to deduce the martial arts classics on the Wu Kui Stone.

The boy was once slandered for cheating in the spring imperial examination, and was extradited to Qin Xiangfu to extradite Haoran.

The boy was at the bottom of the Xiaosheng list, but he won all the way, gathered an invincible force, and the white python turned into a dragon!

One after another, piled up, it is a legend of the time.

Who in the world doesn't know you!

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The mountains outside Jinguan City are picturesque, and the spring rain and flying flowers are red all over the river.

Wan Jieliu took Anle to find a spacious two-story courtyard in the Persimmon Lane on the main street of Jinguan City.

In spring, Jinguan City is always drizzling, and the whole city is shrouded in the fragrance of flowers.

Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe went to travel around Jinguan City and enjoy the rare world of two people.

Compared to the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane of Lin'an Prefecture, this second courtyard in Jinguan City is much more spacious. Compared to the prosperous and dreamy Lin'an, the land in Jinguan City is relatively much cheaper.

The small courtyard in Persimmon Lane is naturally named after the many persimmon trees.

There is also a persimmon tree in Anle's courtyard. Now it is spring and bathing in the spring rain. It is time to absorb nutrients, so it has not produced persimmons.

The house is very simple. After Wan Jieliu brought him here, he simply settled down and said goodbye and left.

This persimmon courtyard is also Anle's temporary home in Jinguan City.

From Lin'an to Jinguan, the mountains and rivers have changed, and the drifting has changed.

But for Anle, the atmosphere in Jinguan City is much more comfortable than Lin'an Prefecture. Although Jinguan City is not as prosperous as Lin'an Prefecture, it has everything it needs. Even under the control of Jianchi Palace, the rhythm of the whole city is quite slow. Everyone practices swords and wears swords, which is very comfortable.

Although the old swordsmith gave him three days to adjust his newly broken realm, Anle did not completely plunge into practice. While feeling the ancient charm of this gentle ancient city, he would adjust his state of mind to calm his restless blood and soul.

Because it is a realm that is reached with the help of the sword bell, the blood and mind are fluctuating.

The innate spiritual energy flowing from the inner elixir also needs to be nurtured, so that the innate spiritual energy can grow from one strand to two strands, and then increase to three strands and four strands, and the number increases, and converges into a sea, which is the sixth stage of body forging, observing the sea of ​​qi.

It is easy to say, but difficult to do. The nurturing of innate spiritual energy is a very time-consuming and laborious thing.

The faint morning light falls, accompanied by the patter of spring rain.

Anle woke up from the visualization, and then forged the body in the yard, practicing the ancient monster five animals, and obtained the demonic energy of the demon source gem on his waist to temper the flesh and stabilize the blood.

The nurturing and increase of innate spiritual energy is produced by the gathering of blood and qi in the inner elixir, so the tempering of blood and qi is still indispensable.

Because he missed the old locust tree in the courtyard of Taimiao Lane, Anle habitually inserted the Qingshan Mochi into the trunk of the persimmon tree.

However, the persimmon tree is thinner than the old locust tree, so Anle dared not insert it too deep.

As for Ding Fengbo's golden back knife, Anle dared to insert it and chose to hang it on the branches of the persimmon tree.

After the Qi and blood were refined, Anle habitually changed into clean clothes, put on a sword and a knife, held up an oil-paper umbrella, and strolled along the long street of Jinguan City.

After eating the delicacies in the street stalls, Anle went straight to Jianchi Palace.

Today, Anle is very famous in Jianchi Palace, and even has many admirers, such as Lu Shisan.

As soon as he learned that Anle entered Jianchi Palace, Lu Shisan rushed to lead the way for Anle.

Anle was also happy to have a Taoist, and the two strolled in Jianchi Palace. Along the way, Anle asked Lu Shisan a lot about sword forging.

Every disciple of Jianchi Palace will be exposed to sword-making. Lu Shisan did not hold back and told all his sword-making experience.

Anle listened carefully and absorbed five strands of time from him, and observed each strand of time carefully.

Sword-making has extraordinary significance for every disciple of Jianchi Palace.

Their first sword must be made by themselves, so there are quite a few scenes of time when they forged swords.

Among Lu Shisan's five strands of time, three strands were related to sword-making.

Under the leadership of Lu Shisan, Anle personally met those disciples of Jianchi Palace who were quite talented in sword-making, and took the time.

With the breakthrough of Anle's cultivation, the number of time absorbed by each person is still five strands, but the number of people has increased to six.

In other words, Anle can absorb thirty strands of time a day!

For three consecutive days, Anle absorbed ninety strands of time, and watched the process and experience of many disciples of Jianchi Palace forging swords through the time scenes.

All these years of energy were equally blessed to [Eternal Prodigy] and [Sword Body of the Divine]

[Eternal Prodigy] improves the talent of cultivation, and sword forging... is also a talent that requires understanding, so An Le did not completely bless the sword body with all the years of energy, but blessed it evenly.

In the blessing of the years of energy and the daily calm practice.

On the third day, when the morning light fell on the world.

Wan Jie Liu came on a sword and appeared outside An Le's courtyard, knocking on the closed door.

The door opened wide.

In the courtyard, An Le had just completed the refining of the ancient monster five animals, and his whole body was steaming with blood and heat.

"Mr. An, Mr. Wang asked me to invite you to the sword forging workshop."

Wan Jie Liu said respectfully.

Anle changed into a clean blue shirt that Jianchihu wore uniformly. His spirit and energy were all rising from the peak, like a flower blooming in the morning sun. With vigorous vitality, he walked along the long street with Wanjie Liu and went straight to Jianhu Palace.

After entering Jianhu Palace and walking along the bluestone road, accompanied by the endless ding-dong-dong sound of hammering and forging swords on both sides of his ears, Anle's eyes gradually revealed a touch of expectation and surprise.

These days, Anle has learned a lot about sword forging by watching the sword forging years of the disciples of Jianchi Palace.

However, he has not experienced it himself yet.

"I'm here."

In the sword forging workshop, the old sword forger Wang Yansheng, with silver hair on his sword, was holding a pot of hot tea and waiting quietly.

Anle bowed.

"Jie Liu, there is a piece of Yuanlingjing iron embryo that has been forged for three days and three nights in the sword-making furnace. You go and teach Anle how to swing the hammer, and let him knock the iron embryo out of shape first."

The old swordsmith sat upright on the chair and said calmly.

Wan Jie Liu nodded.

Take Anle into the hot sword-making workshop.

The earth fairy fire in the sword-making furnace is roaring, the roaring flames, and the scattered sparks. The scorching temperature is enough to make people sweat in just a moment.

Anle's eyes are fixed on the red irregular iron embryo in the sword-making furnace.

He grabbed the extremely heavy thousand-jin iron hammer handed by Wan Jie Liu.

The mood in his heart can't help but fluctuate, and the blood in his body begins to surge and roll. He closes his eyes slightly, and the scenes of the years when he frequently watched the disciples of Jianchi Palace forging swords in the past three days all float to his mind.

It's like a wave of waves on the long river of time, suddenly splashing with the sparks of the exploding earth fairy fire.

Anle suddenly opened his eyes.

The Niwan Palace between his eyebrows suddenly cracked, the sword furnace clanged, and the Yuanshen sat upright, with dots of light behind him!

Wanjieliu, who was standing by, was holding a hammer and was about to give Anle instructions and introductions.

But his eyes narrowed slightly.

Suddenly, he found that Anle's aura suddenly changed, like a disciple of Jianchi Palace who had been forging iron for many years, swinging a thousand-jin hammer with great skill.

The sleeves of his green shirt suddenly straightened, countless blood and qi surged, and a mighty force surged out from his five-level body, as if a fierce bear hammered the mountain, and a Yuanshen sword furnace stretched out!

He twisted his waist and his feet were as solid as ancient pine and rock.

The giant hammer was raised high and crossed the arc, and then, with a whimper that suppressed the air, it smashed down fiercely!

"Dang——"

A more sharp and piercing explosion than the sound of the sword bell vented in the sword-making workshop!

The surging fire suddenly rose!

Sparks bloomed like fireworks in the night sky!

The red-hot Yuanlingjing iron embryo in the sword-making furnace was instantly like a soft cake, dented, and deformed by the hammer!

The sound of knocking, accompanied by the rolling heat wave, caused a sudden strong wind in the sword-making workshop.

Sitting upright on a chair, the old swordsmith Wang Yansheng, with his sword hair covered in silver threads, took a sip of hot tea from a large porcelain jar...

But he had already forgotten to swallow it.

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