Chapter 173: The Old Friend Left Taimiao Lane, and the Young Man Left Lin'an and Returned to Lin'an

The morning light in Lin'an City is as beautiful as ever, with light clouds floating high in the sky, warm sunshine pouring down on the world, the air not dry, and the smoke of fireworks interweaving along the long streets.

Lying on the rocking chair, I quietly watched the people coming and going on Qingbo Street. The children in the residents' houses in the alleys were laughing and playing together. They were running in the late spring air. Their crystal-black eyes were full of curiosity and curiosity about strange things. Yearning is filled with the vitality and vitality of rising life.

Often when seeing such a picture, people can't help but think of the wantonness and freedom they once had when they were young.

Zhao Huangting, as the old imperial uncle of the Great Zhao Dynasty, lived for a long time. He was very prosperous and romantic in the first half of his life. He inherited the cultivation talent of the ancestor of the Zhao family and was as dazzling as a pearl when he was young.

He had the heart of a chivalrous man, and he did not indulge in arrogance and luxury because of his royal status. He changed his name and traveled around the world.

He has been to the vast grassland where the Yuan-Meng Empire originated, to Dali to see the star-studded night sky, and to Xiliang where he saw the great evil in the world. Indignant, he drew his sword and killed a man whose blood flowed like a river.

He climbed Yunjin Mountain and saw the purple golden lotus in the lotus pond.

He visited the Zhenwu Temple in Qingcheng Mountain and challenged Taoism Daozi in the temple.

He ferries on the Canglang River and forges swords in the Jianchi Lake.

He also set foot on Kunpeng Mountain and discussed swordsmanship with the thousand-year-old demon.

It can be said that the glory of the first half of his life was due to Zhao Huangting's temperament as a swordsman who was willing to take revenge, but after all, he was a member of the Zhao royal family. When the great Zhao chose to move south under Zhao Tianyan's order.

During the battle of moving south, Zhao Huangting had a three-sword fight with Emperor Yuanmeng. In that battle, Emperor Yuanmeng's power was deeply engraved in Zhao Huangting's heart.

On the one hand, because of the power of Emperor Yuanmeng, and on the other hand, the reluctance caused by the move of Zhao Dynasty to the south was intertwined in his heart, which made him sink in the Ancestral Temple for too long.

Wanting to break through the nine realms and set foot on the tenth realm may be due to a lack of mental state, but also because it is becoming more and more difficult to break through the ten realms. In the Ancestral Temple, he still failed to break through until the end of his life. .

Although he felt regretful, Zhao Huangting was now very open-minded.

He no longer had his emotions fluctuated by these things.

At the end of his life, he felt that he had lived a wonderful life.

After seeing a genius like An Le, he also went north to challenge Emperor Yuanmeng and have a good fight.

In fact, he should have died in that battle, but in the end, not only did he not die, he even returned from the north and returned to Lin'an Mansion, where he was able to spend the last part of his life in the Ancestral Temple, accompanied by his confidante. .

For him, this was enough.

The purple golden lotus between his eyebrows began to become darker and darker. Zhao Huangting knew that his time was running out. This time, he would really die, and his longevity would be exhausted in a mortal way.

But he was very open-minded.

Su Muzhe was beside him, clutching the crumpled book, pursed her lips, and the sadness on her face was difficult to hide. Even if she wanted to let Zhao Huangting see her optimistic attitude, she couldn't.

Zhao Huangting held her hand and continued to be gentle in his eyes: "Don't be too sad. When you come to this world, you start a journey. During this journey, I have been very happy and happy. Now that the journey has come to an end, let nature take its course." , No regrets, this life for me, Zhao Huangting, is enough.”

"Mu Zhe, listen to me. As the master of Jianchi Palace, you still have a good chance of reaching the ten realms. You have the luck. After I leave, you have to protect Anle. This boy has an extraordinary ability to cause trouble. , while protecting him, you will definitely find an opportunity to set foot in the Ten Realms."

Zhao Huangting's voice was gentle. Zhao Huangting felt very lucky for this woman who was still with him at the end of his life.

"I know that Anle is the person that the teacher values ​​​​and the entire Jianchi Palace is betting on him. I will naturally help Anle with all my strength. His talent is already obvious. Now he has become the mountain master of the seventh mountain. In the future It’s limitless, don’t worry, don’t worry about him too much.”

Su Muzhe said, facing Zhao Huangting's thoughts, her eyes couldn't help but become hazy. Even though she was hundreds of years old, she still couldn't bear this separation.

The tears rolling in her eyes fell involuntarily and hit the back of Zhao Huangting's hand that was holding her palm, bursting into pieces.

One drop after another, the color blends in circles.

Zhao Huangting raised his hand and wiped away the tears on the woman's cheek.

"You are already the Lord of the First Palace, why do you still like to cry so much? When you were traveling in the world, I remember that you were injured and you would cry non-stop, moaning and making a lot of noise."

Zhao Huangting said with a smile.

Su Muzhe recalled that she used to love crying. At that time, she was not the female sword fairy that everyone in Jinguan City admired. She was just an ordinary young girl who had entered the world. She had never killed anyone and was afraid of pain. Is that normal?

A hint of exhaustion gradually appeared on Zhao Huangting's face: "After I leave, there is no need to tell Anle. If he finds out, he will definitely go to Lin'an. It will be very dangerous for him to set foot in Lin'an now."

"Although he has become the Lord of the Seventh Mountain, he has also exposed his identity as the cauldron bearer. Zhao Tianyan will definitely not miss the opportunity to kill him."

"In fact, Li Youan told me a long time ago that Anle might be the one to change the destiny of Middle-earth. On the cliff of Fusong Mountain, he obtained the future sword energy left by the Saint Master in the world. He has seen the future, He has the ability to change the future.”

"Perhaps this is because Li Youan was willing to send the Flying Tiger Army's Tiger Talisman to Anle in one fell swoop when he was disappointed and angry with the Great Zhao, and Anle...had this intention long ago."

"So, with his current identity, once he enters Lin'an, Zhao Tianyan will definitely not hold back at all."

Zhao Huangting said softly, this is also one of the reasons why he didn't want Anle to see him off.

It was also the Seventh Mountain Moving Mountain, but the reason why he didn't want to see Anle off was that Anle knew that his time was running out when he saw his current state, and would enter Lin'an to see him off for the last time.

Zhao Huangting didn't want Anle to be in such danger.

Su Muzhe nodded, she understood Zhao Huangting's thoughts.

"As for the Great Zhao, it will be destroyed when it is time to be destroyed. This is the destiny of the world. You don't need to interfere too much. You just need to follow Anle's footsteps and break through to the Tenth Realm."

"My unfulfilled wish, Muzhe, help me."

Su Muzhe's tears couldn't stop flowing, and he also nodded.

"I will, I understand."

A smile suddenly appeared on Zhao Huangting's tired face. The smile was bright and sunny. Bathed in the rising sun, it was as if a warm stove was warming his body and mind.

"This is also good... I don't have to see the fall of the Great Zhao, and I don't have to be in a dilemma because of it."

"Very good."

Zhao Huangting slowly closed his eyes and gently patted the back of Su Muzhe's hand.

Slowly, the movement stopped.

His cheek was bathed in the morning sun, and the smile on his face was frozen in time.

It was as if he was bathing in the morning light and sleeping soundly.

Su Muzhe stopped crying, and her face returned to a cold face. She pulled out her palm, pulled the wool blanket towards the old man, and then leaned over and kissed the old man's forehead gently.

Outside Lin'an Prefecture.

The bell of Lan Ke Temple rang, melodiously.

At the end of Qingbo Street, a monk from Lan Ke Temple wearing a cassock walked slowly with Master Lin Si.

The two came to the front of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Su Muzhe slowly stood up and bowed slightly.

Before Master Lin Si stepped into the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Su Muzhe walked out.

The monk put his palms together.

After a while.

In the Imperial Ancestral Temple, the chanting of scriptures sounded.

The name of the scripture is Rebirth.

…

…

Lin'an City had no rain today, but in half a day, the sky was suddenly overcast, and raindrops fell on the earth, and every drop of rain seemed to contain some sadness.

Wenyuan.

The rain hit the banana leaves, making a series of muffled sounds.

Second Master Pang Ji was sitting cross-legged under the thatched cottage, reading a book. Suddenly, he put down the book in his hand and listened to the sound of the Sutra of Rebirth lingering in the drizzle. Pang Ji was stunned for a moment, and his old face suddenly became even older.

"The beginning of the end of an era has slowly begun."

"Too many people will die, too many people don't want to die, and they all want to fight for a chance."

"Zhao Huangting's death, the opening of the curtain, coincided with the opening of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor in Mount Li... A bloody storm is coming."

Pang Ji exhaled lightly, and his eyes drooped on his old face.

He and Zhao Huangting were not very close, and their relationship was far better than that of the third master Wang Banshan and Zhao Huangting.

However, at this moment, Pang Ji still stood up and walked to the gate, looking at the banana leaves hit by the rain, and his scholar's robe fluttering in the wind and rain.

He clasped his fists and bowed in the posture of a scholar.

"Goodbye."

...

Qin Xiangfu

Qin Lishi could suddenly feel that the luck of the Great Zhao seemed to collapse at this moment, as if the foundation was shaken.

This made him a little confused. Could it be that... the moving of the Seventh Mountain would actually cause such a turbulence in the luck of the Great Zhao?

It was just a moment, as if a large part of it was missing.

Qin Lishi looked at the raindrops floating down from the evening clouds above Lin'an City, carrying a hint of coolness, and his heart trembled slightly.

The chanting of the Sutra of Rebirth floated from the long street.

Qin Lishi was stunned, and seemed to understand why the national destiny of the Great Zhao Dynasty suddenly collapsed.

The old uncle is gone.

From the time when Emperor Zhao Taizu failed to break through the life limit and fell, to the time when Zhao Tianyan succeeded to the throne, there were only a few outstanding people among the descendants of the Great Zhao royal family. The old uncle Zhao Huangting was considered a brilliant person in the Zhao royal family.

Even for a long time, Zhao Tianyan had high hopes for them, hoping that they could break into the Ten Realms and become the pillar of the Great Zhao, which would give the Great Zhao a big sigh of relief.

There are Ten Realms in the Great Zhao, such as the Tianshi Mansion, Jianchi Palace and Zhenwu Temple, which are actually the cultivation forces in the Great Zhao Dynasty. However, Zhao Tianyan has no chance to dispatch these Ten Realms masters. If the former Zhao Taizu could, but when Zhao Tianyan chose to move the huge Great Zhao to the south...

He lost the qualification to dispatch these Ten Realms masters.

Needless to say, the Jianchi Palace, the old swordsman did not even show up, and did not look at them at all.

The master of Zhenwu Temple has an ambiguous attitude. The old Tianshi of the Tianshi Mansion is the most likely to help the Great Zhao, but the Tianshi Mansion has great ambitions and wants to become the state religion of the Great Zhao.

But if the Tianshi Mansion becomes the state religion, the master of Zhenwu Temple may not agree, so Zhao Tianyan has been pulling.

However, now the Heavenly Master House has also given up on Great Zhao, which makes Zhao Tianyan very depressed and angry.

He certainly knows the reason for the failure of the tug-of-war, all because of Anle, the variable.

The second prince Zhao Pei was beheaded by An Le outside Lin'an City, which meant that the close connection between Zhao and the Tianshi Mansion was cut off. In addition, Zhao Tianyan even coveted the thousand-year-old Purple Qi Golden Lotus, causing the Tianshi Mansion to fall out directly.

Therefore, there was a time when Zhao Tianyan had hoped that the old imperial uncle could set foot in the Ten Realms. Unfortunately, such an amazing and talented person from the Zhao royal family still could not take that step to change his destiny.

Qin Lishi looked at the rain outside the window. He sat on a chair and watched quietly for a long time.

Then he got up and walked towards the imperial city.

He believed that the emperor of the Zhao family should also be able to sense Zhao Huangting's death.

Zhao Huangting's death is not a big deal now, but to some people, it is not a small matter.

…

The emperor of the Zhao family was walking in the corridor between the palace palaces, and the breeze blew on his face, bringing a bit of coolness mixed with raindrops.

Xin Diao Si followed behind him quietly and respectfully poured him a pot of warm Zui Liuxia. The aroma of the wine overflowed.

The emperor of the Zhao family held a cup and drank while walking along the palace corridor.

The removal of the Seventh Mountain prevented him from continuing to retreat. Coupled with the opening of the First Emperor's Mausoleum, he was enveloped in a sense of uneasiness.

The Mausoleum of the First Emperor was opened by Emperor Yuan Meng. It is rumored that there is an opportunity to attack the Eleventh Realm in the Tomb of the First Emperor. If Emperor Yuan Meng gets this opportunity, then in the future... in this huge world, Yuan Meng will definitely be respected. .

Yuanmeng is different from Da Zhao. Yuanmeng has two ten realms. Needless to say, one Yuanmeng emperor is the best in the world and overlooks the world.

The other one is King Yangzhai, who is also in the Tenth Realm. Although he is much worse than Emperor Yuanmeng, and he set foot in the Tenth Realm with the help of Emperor Yuanmeng, but those who can enter the Tenth Realm are naturally amazing and talented. Gorgeous people.

If one does not have the ability to enter the Tenth Realm, even Emperor Yuanmeng cannot forcefully help him to reach the Tenth Realm.

The two Ten Realms of Yuan Meng are closely related to Yuan Meng. If a war breaks out, they will not hesitate to take action for Yuan Meng. This is difficult to compare with other countries.

Even if it is Xi Liang, the Emperor of Xi Liang has entered the Ten Realms at the cost of becoming a demon. However, the Ten Realms of another deity is the Lord of Hell and may not obey the orders of the Emperor of Xi Liang.

It can be said that among all the countries, although Zhao has peerless generals and a powerful army, it is ultimately too weak without the Ten Realms to control it.

The Dali Kingdom has the Star Reaching Imperial Master and the Star Reaching Sect’s Supreme Elder. The Star Reaching Sect supports the imperial power, which makes Dali and Da Zhao very different.

In comparison, Zhao Tianyan felt that he had never regretted letting the Great Zhao move to the south. He even felt that it was a very smart decision. Without this decision, the Great Zhao might have been destroyed by Yuan Meng long ago.

While the emperor of the Zhao family was tasting the wine, the sound of monks from Lanke Temple chanting Buddhist scriptures floated over.

The sound made his eyes waver slightly, and then Qin Lishi tore through the rain curtain and walked across the White Jade Square.

"Your Majesty, the old uncle has gone."

Qin Lishi said respectfully.

When Zhao Tianyan heard this, his face was very calm.

"Go and go, Zhao Huangting, although he is a member of the Zhao royal family, he wants to face outsiders. That bamboo sword Qingshan contains a big secret. It is the sword that carries the will of the First Emperor. I have asked for it several times, but I have never been able to do it. He never got it, but in the end, Zhao Huangting gave him An Le who had nothing and was even an enemy of Zhao. At that time, An Le was only at the second level of cultivation. "

Zhao Tianyan said coldly, drinking all the wine in the glass in one gulp.

There was resentment in his voice, which was resentment towards Zhao Huangting.

Now that peace and happiness have become the norm, Yuanmeng Tianjiao Tielie, who can kill the peak of the Seventh Realm in terms of cultivation, has become the mountain master of the Seventh Mountain in terms of status, and has gained the allegiance of Li Youan's Flying Tiger Army...

It even became Zhao Tianyan's biggest worry.

The Seventh Mountain has now left the scope of Lin'an Mansion. Although Zhao Tianyan is unwilling to do so, there is nothing he can do to stop the Seventh Mountain from moving.

The Holy Mountain can move mountains because of the power of the Holy Mountain. It is something approved by the Holy Master. He did not dare to send an army to attack the mountain directly. He could only watch Anle and Qishan leave Lin'an Mansion.

In Zhao Tianyan's view, Anle's rise is inseparable from Zhao Huangting. That bamboo sword Qingshan is Anle's great opportunity!

Therefore, his resentment towards Zhao Huangting is naturally logical.

Qin Lishi could naturally hear the resentment in the words of the emperor of the Zhao family, but naturally he was not here specifically to listen to Zhao Tianyan's complaints.

"Your Majesty, Anle moved to the Seventh Mountain, but Zhao Huangting did not go to see him off. Perhaps it was to prevent Anle from seeing that his end was coming, because he knew that if Anle learned that he was dead, he would definitely go to Lin'an to say goodbye. Procedure."

"I thought I could make a big fuss about this and attract An Le to visit An Le's house. Zhao Huangting was very kind to An Le. When he was a weak child, Zhao Huangting taught An Le to chase the Qingshan Bamboo Sword, and also taught Ci Pai sword moves and taught him Cultivation is considered a teacher.”

"If Anle learns about the death of Zhao Huangting, but does not come to Anle... then he can naturally be publicized as an ungrateful, wolf-hearted person."

"He is now the one who carries the cauldron, so naturally he cannot bear such insult. If he wants to gather momentum, such a stigma will make it much more difficult for him to gather momentum."

"And if Anle really dares to come to Anle... Although Anle is the owner of the Seventh Mountain now, because of his identity as the cauldron bearer and the tiger talisman of Li Youan's Flying Tiger Army, he has participated in the world's disputes and is not protected by the Holy Mountain. He dares to Come to Lai'an and let him never come back!"

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Qin Lishi's eyes sparkled with brilliance.

The collapse of the Great Zhao's luck today has set off a warning bell in Qin Lishi's heart. If Anle is allowed to grow, the Great Zhao's luck will only get weaker and weaker.

If this continues, even if Qin Lishi becomes the Grand Master of the Great Zhao and shares the Great Zhao's national luck, it will be difficult for him to use this national luck to improve himself.

As for the Mausoleum of the First Emperor... Qin Lishi dare not go there.

Who knows what kind of crisis exists in the mausoleum? Qin Lishi has not yet faced the deadline, and he still has the courage to drag it on.

And the Great Zhao's national luck is Qin Lishi's fortune, and it is a great opportunity for him to enter the Ten Realms.

The more prosperous the Great Zhao's national luck is, the better it will be for him!

No wonder those who enter the court and hold high positions will work hard for the country. It turns out that the strength of the country is closely related to their own strength.

The emperor of the Zhao family narrowed his eyes and looked at the cold rain.

Qin Lishi's words made him look thoughtful.

"Will Anle come?"

"Zhao Huangting is dead after all. How could Anle put himself in such a crisis just to see the dead Zhao Huangting?"

Qin Lishi smiled and said, "Anle will come. This boy once said that a drop of water should be repaid with a spring... He is a man who values ​​love and righteousness. Zhao Huangting has done him a great favor, so he will not not come."

...

...

Zhao Huangting's death did not cause too many waves.

In this world, people die every moment. Some die in accidents, some die because of the deadline, and some die in war...

The ways of death are different, but the ending is the same, all death.

Besides, Zhao Huangting's era has passed, and he has been silent for five hundred years. Although he went north to Yuanmeng Dadu, burned Nirvana and fought with the Yuanmeng Emperor, and won a reputation, it was just like a flash in the pan.

The ninth realm, whose deadline is approaching, has not yet entered the tenth realm, so naturally not many people will pay attention to it.

However, people or things that are concerned about will naturally not be like this.

Shu, Jinguan City.

Hundreds of miles away, between the continuous mountains and steep ridges, the Seventh Mountain is located here.

The shadow of the Mountain and River Cauldron above the sky slowly dissipated, and the picture of mountains and rivers interwoven by the fortune in the Mountain and River Cauldron also began to disappear without a trace.

The world returned to peace, and there was silence in the mountains.

On the top of the Seventh Mountain, Anle stood calmly, his mood was difficult to fluctuate for a long time, and he was immersed in the impact brought by the strange phenomena interwoven in the Mountain and River Cauldron to help move the mountains.

Spatial displacement is a very powerful means.

At least, Anle can know that it is impossible for a Nine Realm strongman to move in space. Wandering in space is naturally the fastest and most powerful means.

The Sixth Mountain Master once used the ink pool to achieve a line of displacement of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but that did not involve space. It was more like a positioning sword method, which was very different from simple spatial wandering.

Therefore, in the Nine Realms that Anle knew, no one could wander in space.

I don’t know if the Ten Realms can do it.

Anle melted the Mountain and River Cauldron into his body. Anle felt that he might be able to study this aspect in the future.

To fuse the art of war, it is not just the weapons that are fused, but also to fuse some functions of the weapons and magic treasures with oneself to form a kind of physical supernatural power, so that it can be called the master of weapons.

The mountain wind whistled.

On the seventh mountain, the soul clones of several mountain masters fell one after another, even the sixth mountain master, also came in the form of soul clones.

Anle did not continue to think, and clasped his fists towards the soul clones of several mountain masters: "Thank you, senior brothers and sisters."

Several mountain masters smiled and waved their hands.

"Junior brother, the Seventh Mountain has now completed the task of moving mountains. It will be fixed here and can no longer move mountains."

"Our mission is also completed. Junior brother, you will go on your own on the next road. If you are free, you can come to the Holy Mountain to talk and chat with us."

"Junior brother, you have integrated the art of war and the Mountain and River Cauldron into your body. You will definitely need the Mountain and River Cauldron in the future. When you need to integrate, come. We are not qualified to refine the Mountain and River Cauldron inside the Holy Mountain. If you can refine and integrate it, it will naturally be a blessing in the world."

The mountain masters spoke one after another, and their soul clones began to dissipate like stars and could not stay any longer.

Obviously, moving mountains consumed most of the power of their soul clones.

Anle clasped his fists and bowed, and solemnly thanked several mountain masters.

The second mountain master Su Zhanxian, the third mountain master Wen Lushang, the fourth mountain master Li Xuanji, the fifth mountain master Gu Haitang, etc. all smiled and clasped their fists in response to Anle.

In the end, they all dissipated between heaven and earth.

The sixth mountain master's soul clone looked at Anle deeply and said coolly: "I'm keeping an eye on you."

After the words fell, the soul clone disappeared.

He maintained his coolness as always.

A figure landed gracefully. The old sword saint was wearing a linen robe, with a Chengying sword hanging on his waist and white hair.

He landed on the top of the seventh mountain and looked at Anle with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that An Xiaoyou has reached such a level in such a short time. He has stepped into the sixth realm with dual cultivation and has become the seventh mountain master and the disciple of the Saint Master. It's amazing."

The old sword saint laughed heartily.

He has always been optimistic about Anle. When Anle rang the sword bell thirty-six times, he understood that the Jianchi Palace, which is in a period of transition, needs Anle.

Anle had never entered Jianchi Palace and was not considered a disciple of Jianchi Palace. However, the old Sword Saint boldly placed the entire Jianchi Palace on Anle with just one word.

Now it seems that this bet is beginning to gradually pay off.

"Senior." Anle naturally saw the old sword master and clasped his fists with a smile.

For this one of the ten realms in the world, Anle was given due respect. From him, Anle could feel the power of the will of heaven and earth. The emperor's stone figurines once told Anle the secrets of the ten realms. The reason why the ten realms are called To be in the ten realms is to control the will of heaven and earth and control a great road.

The old sword master stroked his beard and smiled, standing on the seventh mountain, admiring the scenery of the seventh mountain.

The admiration in his eyes became more and more intense. He looked at Anle carefully and naturally noticed the difference in Anle's physical body.

The physical body seems to contain the Qi of the Mountain and River Cauldron.

A strange color surged in the old sword master's eyes: "I have climbed the holy mountain in the early years and communicated with many mountain owners. Each holy mountain hides a mountain and river tripod given by the holy master. Now you, the seventh mountain's mountain and river tripod, The cauldron qi machine is not in the mountain, but in your body. You integrated the mountain and river cauldron into your body? "

Anle naturally didn't find it strange that a strong man in the Tenth Realm could notice the difference in him.

The aura of the Mountain and River Cauldron is so special, and it is normal for it to be sensed. Of course, this also shows from the side that Anle has not yet mastered the practice of "Jiuding Bingzhu Jing".

If he could contain the aura of the Mountain and River Cauldron, he would truly be able to make a name for himself in the body-building process.

However, it has just begun, and his future is still far away.

Anle didn't hide anything and briefly talked about Rong's art of war.

The old sword master didn't take it seriously at first, but... as he listened, the smile on the old man's face gradually faded, and a strong look of solemnity and excitement appeared.

"The Art of War..."

The old sword master murmured.

He felt Anle's transformed body, and his heart couldn't help but surge.

"This method... is very suitable for Jianchi Palace! Jianchi Palace is the best sword-making place in the world. With Jianchi Lake here, the probability of swords being forged by the disciples of Jianchi Palace is greatly increased."

"And every swordsmith in Jianchi Palace has an inseparable bond with swords and is extremely suitable for the Fusion of Arms. They will definitely be able to master and master the Fusion of Arms more easily than ordinary practitioners when they practice the Fusion of Arms!"

Although the old sword master had just heard Anle's description of the Fusion of War Art for the first time, he had already started countless deductions in Yuanshen, combining the Fusion of War Art with the practice of the disciples of Jianchi Palace, and finally came up with a formula that can Bringing the conclusion of overall transformation to Jianchi Palace!

Anle... is indeed the opportunity of Jianchi Palace!

Those who can ring the sword bell thirty-six times have an inseparable bond with Jianchi Palace.

Everything in heaven and earth has its own destiny!

However, the old sword master did not talk much about this topic at this moment. After all, the Art of War was created by An Le. Even if he knew it was very useful to the disciples of Jianchi Palace, he could not force it if An Le did not want it.

"I felt that the Seventh Mountain was moving, so I made it from the lake. After leaving Jianchi Lake, I felt that a big change had occurred in the North. The ancient tomb in Lishan Mountain was opened. That ancient tomb was The tomb of the eternal emperor contains great opportunities. Although I am in the tenth realm, I will not live forever. The end is approaching. This time I leave the lake and go to the ancient tomb. "

The old sword master said with a smile.

An Le was not surprised when he heard that the ancient tomb of the First Emperor was opened and most of those whose time was approaching would give it a try, even the old sword master.

"Senior, you have to be careful when entering the mausoleum with the tenth level of cultivation." Anle reminded, but he didn't remind him too much.

The old sword master looked at An Le, and he was still quite clear-headed about An Le's reminder.

The bamboo sword Qingshan in An Le's hand had shown its splendor before Yuanmeng Dadu in the North, and the will of the peerless emperor was revealed in it. Therefore, he valued An Le's reminder.

"Thank you Mr. An for reminding me. I should be very vigilant. Although I am in the tenth realm, I am only a land immortal who has been practicing body training. I have never reached nirvana in refining gods. If I meet Emperor Yuan Meng, my chance of winning is not as good as 10%. Naturally Be more vigilant.”

The old sword master smiled and laughed at himself.

The two chatted in the mountains. The old sword master valued Anle very much, so he knew all about Anle's issues.

"Senior, with your ten-level cultivation, can you travel through space?"

Anle asked curiously.

He knew that the Nine Realms were naturally unable to achieve spatial movement like the Seventh Mountain.

What about the Ten Realm Land Immortals?

Can a strong man who claims to control the will of heaven and earth and control a great road do it?

The old sword master was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the seventh mountain's move across thousands of miles. It was a move that directly broke into the space and then moved out of it, hence the confusion.

He thought for a while, raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a wisp of sword energy grew. The sword energy was like wind and waves, spinning faster and faster, becoming more and more powerful!

In the end, the air was distorted, and a black crack even emerged.

"This is a crack in space. When a cultivator of the Tenth Realm operates a certain skill to the extreme, he can break the space, but... the space is chaotic and disorderly, like a mass of chaos. Even if he is as powerful as Emperor Yuanmeng, both At the peak of the Tenth Realm, one can easily break through space, but it is impossible to achieve space walking."

"First of all, the strength of the physical body does not allow it. Secondly... breaking the space and entering the space. Without a sense of direction, it is naturally impossible to move. In the space, the power of the space will continue to consume the practitioner's strength. Once the strength is consumed to the If it falls below the level of breaking the space, it will even be trapped in the space forever. Without energy supply... it will sink into it forever. "

"So traveling through space is very dangerous and cannot be done in the Ten Realms."

The old swordsman said.

The Ten Realms can break through space and enter space, but... they cannot wander in space.

Anle thought, if his physical strength is enough, with the help of the range provided by the Mountain and River Cauldron, can he... wander in space?

However, it is just a thought now. If he wants to truly turn theory into practice, there is still a long way to go.

Just as Anle and the old swordsman were talking with a smile.

Anle's snow-white clothes suddenly fluttered, and the bamboo sword Qingshan on his waist trembled violently.

The sword energy rang long, with a hint of sadness!

Anle's face changed slightly.

The old sword master stroked his beard and stared: "There are only two reasons for the sword to wail. One is that the sword is about to break, and the other is that the sword holder is dead."

"Now the sword is not broken, and Master An is also in a strong aura. It doesn't look like he is dying. Maybe the former sword holder has died, so the sword is wail."

The words of the old sword master made An Le's heart gradually heavy.

He suddenly thought that today, when the seventh mountain was moved, the master of the Sword Pool Palace, Su Muzhe, did not seem to bring Zhao Huangting to say goodbye to him.

An Le didn't pay too much attention to it, just thinking that Su Muzhe and Zhao Huangting went somewhere to play and enjoy the rest of their lives.

But at this moment, the green mountain was wailing, and An Le couldn't help but feel a touch of sadness in his heart.

Scenes appeared in front of his eyes.

That was the scene of meeting Zhao Huangting, the first time he moved to the courtyard in Taimiao Lane, the first time he saw the old man come to visit, talked about painting with the old man, and drew bamboo for the old man...

Then the old man swept the battlefield for him, burned the fire of Nirvana, and took him out of Lin'an City.

He rode the sword with the old man to the north, heading to Yuanmeng Dadu...

In the heavy rain, he carried the old man all the way from Yuanmeng Dadu to the south.

Every scene appeared and surged in front of his eyes like a picture of time.

Holding the bamboo sword Qingshan, Anle felt extremely heavy in his heart.

"Senior Zhao... is gone."

Anle's voice was low.

The old sword saint was silent when he heard the words. Although he had never liked Zhao Huangting very much, it was because Zhao Huangting had abducted his beloved apprentice.

But when he really heard the news of Zhao Huangting's death, the old sword saint also felt very sorry.

Zhao Huangting...a generation of genius in the royal family of Dazhao.

It's a pity that he fell before the ten realms after all.

It can be said that Zhao Huangting was the biggest victim of the migration to the south. During the retreat to the south, he fought three swords with the Yuan Meng emperor. Although it was very heroic, it left Zhao Huangting with an obsession and a thorn in his heart. He wanted to fight the Yuan Meng emperor again. However, his cultivation was not enough and he had not broken through the tenth realm for a long time, which led to Zhao Huangting not daring to go to the Yuan Meng capital.

It formed a dead cycle, and finally... it wore away Zhao Huangting's spirit and made regrets accompany Zhao Huangting for the rest of his life.

Although Zhao Huangting still went north to fight the Yuan Meng emperor in the end, it was a feat that was achieved at the cost of igniting the fire of Nirvana and burning out his life and hope.

"Xiao Zhao... It's a pity."

"But, he was able to pass on Qingshan to you, which still shows that he has a good vision."

The old swordsman said.

Anle held the bamboo sword Qingshan, feeling the sadness of the sword, and the sadness in his heart made him hold the sword with force.

Why didn't Zhao Huangting say goodbye to him?

Anle thought about it carefully and figured out the reason. It seems that they don't want Anle to enter Lin'an again. After all, his current identity is different. Once he enters Lin'an, the emperor of the Zhao family will do his best to keep him.

When the identity of the master of the Holy Mountain is no longer useful, Anle dares to enter Lin'an, and he will definitely face a crisis like a net of heaven and earth.

Zhao Huangting was thinking about Anle before his death.

Anle couldn't help feeling sad. Zhao Huangting was both his teacher and friend, but Anle couldn't bear to see him for the last time.

When he thought of this, Anle felt a little blocked in his heart.

The wind on the mountain was slightly cool, and it was a bit piercing cold.

Anle stood on the top of the mountain, feeling a little lonely, and the mournful cry of the bamboo sword Qingshan resounded through the world.

Zhao Huangting held the sword Qingshan for five hundred years. The sword and the man have some emotions. Although Zhao Huangting has never really excavated the mystery of Qingshan, Qingshan is not an ordinary sword after all.

Anle let go of his hand, and the sword energy intertwined above the green mountain, like a dragon entwined on it, and kept flying above the seventh mountain.

Anle stared at the green mountain in a daze.

The past scenes appeared in his eyes.

"I took your painting, didn't I promise to give you a sword? So, I got up early this morning to give you a sword."

The old man's voice and smile still appeared in front of him.

Then the old man took off the broken bamboo sword from his waist and handed it over.

The spring rain was lonely, and a few raindrops rolled on the bamboo sword.

The picture was like condensed smoke, intertwined in front of his eyes, Anle closed his eyes and recalled, his mood was melancholy.

Suddenly, Anle opened his eyes, raised his hand and waved, and the bamboo sword Qingshan flew back, fell into Anle's hand, and was solemnly hung on his waist.

"I'll take you to see the senior off."

Anle said softly.

The bamboo sword was spiritual, and it gradually stopped ringing at this point.

Even though it was dangerous to go to Lin'an City, even though he knew that Zhao Huangting didn't want Anle to go, it was for his own good and for his sake.

But it is very rare to have a friend who is older than you.

Only by seeing each other off can we communicate.

The old swordsman was standing by, and when he saw Anle holding Qingshan again and about to enter Lin'an again after just leaving Lin'an, a complex look flashed across his eyes, but there was also some appreciation in the complexity.

An Le, who values ​​friendship and loyalty, at least let the old sword master know that by betting and entrusting Jianchi Palace to An Le, An Le will not let Jianchi Palace suffer a loss, and will not let the disciples of Jianchi Palace suffer a big loss.

"Mr. An, you are now a leader. When you enter Lin'an, the emperor of the Zhao family is afraid of big crises, so he will definitely want to nip your crisis in the bud."

"Why don't you let me send you off? It's just right that I can also see Zhao Huangting, the stinky boy, for the last time. After all, this guy cheated my most precious apprentice away."

The old sword master said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, An Le immediately clasped his fists and bowed, facing the mountain breeze, and thanked the old sword master.

"Just out of Lin'an, then back into Lin'an."

"Even if Lin'an is a den of dragons and tigers, I will take you there once. The emperor of the Zhao family will surely set up a net for you, but..."

"Let's see, I am a dignified land immortal, accompanying you to Lin'an, will the emperor of the Zhao family... dare to attack you?!"

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