Chapter 309: The Sword Bell Buries the Sword, the Old Ape Is Like the Sea of Buddhism, and Wenqu Sees the Saint
By the Jianchi Lake, frost grass is swaying and the breeze is gentle.
The blowing wind seemed to have shattered the glass, causing layers of wrinkles to appear on the mirror-like lake surface.
The old sword master and An Le walked by the lake, bathing in the breeze. The world was quiet, and there were gulls and herons flying with their wings and singing.
For the old sword master, the issue of peace and happiness is actually a bit beyond the realm of the realm. The third-level spiritual river... This is a realm and realm that the old sword master cannot touch.
The old sword master is obsessed with swords, but his spiritual level is not very high. He is a single-level breakthrough. He only reached the tenth level with his physical training. Now he has broken into the eleventh level with his physical training.
Although his mental strength is not high, as a sword cultivator, he has extremely strong sharpness.
The sword cultivator has a pure mind and a pure heart. He is as simple as a sword and straightforward. He has extremely strong restraint ability in the face of demons and demons.
In short, although sword cultivation does not cultivate the soul, the soul is purer.
The old sword master carries the Shadow Sword on his waist. Real sword masters like to wear their swords with them, rather than storing them in space magic weapons and taking them out during battles.
For example, Anle likes to wear the bamboo sword Qingshan, the old sword master likes to wear Chengying, and Li Youan likes to wear Qianbaidu. This is something that all sword cultivators have in common.
Of course, Wang Yansheng's Changhe is not often worn because it is integrated into the arm bone, but the concept is the same.
"Sir, do you want to pursue the power to break the third-level spiritual river?"
The old sword master said.
"I really can't put forward any opinions on this matter. After all... I'm not very mentally strong. If I were to forcefully propose it, it would be a bit funny as if I were trying to do what I wanted."
"However, although sword cultivators do not cultivate their minds, in fact, every sword cultivator's mind is very tough and is not easily destroyed or affected...perhaps, this can also be regarded as a kind of mind."
The old sword master looked at Anle, with complex emotions in his eyes, and couldn't help but say.
Unknowingly, Anle had grown to a point where he couldn't even point it out.
Once upon a time, the young man who Zhao Huangting brought to Jianchi Palace was still a little guy who tried his best to resist the pressure of Jianzhong. Now he has reached the third level of the spiritual river, and is trying to hit a spiritual realm that he can hardly imagine.
An Le broke off a frost grass. The frost grass was sharp and seemed to be breathing sword energy. Hearing the words of the old sword master, there was a hint of recognition in his eyes: "The sword cultivator is indeed determined, and the sword cultivator's will is actually reflected in the sword." In the weapon, even a weak sword cultivator will have an impact on the sword in his hand."
"This is also the reason why Sword Bell was born."
"What Sword Bell buries is the sword, but in fact, what is buried... is the sword cultivator's will and obsession with the sword."
Anle looked at the sword bell sitting on the stone platform. Around the sword bell, disciples from the Jianchi Palace sat cross-legged, thinking and meditating.
The old sword master was startled and smiled: "Young master is right, maybe... Sword Bell can give you some help at the spiritual level."
The old sword master actually didn't know much about the Sword Bell. After all, the Sword Bell had existed for a long time and was the place where countless sword cultivators buried their own swords before they died.
The meaning is very unusual, a mixture of various sword intentions, perhaps with different connotations at the spiritual level.
Anle looked at Jian Zhong and nodded.
The two of them then walked towards the sword bell.
The many disciples of Jianchi Palace who were sitting around the Sword Bell heard the sound of footsteps and couldn't help but open their eyes from their cultivation state. When they saw the old sword master and An Le, each of them felt surprised and excited.
Whether it is Anle or the old sword master, they are both legendary figures in Jianchi Palace now.
One is the ancestor of Jianchi Palace, and the other is a genius who has repeatedly created miracles and is now famous all over the world, destroying the three kingdoms of Dali, Daliang and Dazhao.
Who could not be excited?
Anle slowly walked onto the sword bell platform, under the gaze of everyone.
The old sword master was dressed in linen, with flying white hair and a bright smile on his face, looking forward to it.
However, he did not have high expectations. Although Sword Bell was good, it was a bit difficult for the old sword master to say that it could help Anle break through the shackles of the third-level soul and reach a higher level.
The sword bell was as always, with an uneven surface, as if countless swords were burnt black, and the traces left by the melting of the swords could be vaguely seen on it.
Anle's current physique is that of the Sword Ancestor Holy Body. It is more mysterious than the previous sword physique. It can easily resonate with the sword, and even the Ancestral Sword Sword Spirit is attracted by it.
How can sword bells be exempt from vulgarity?
As soon as Anle got closer, the sword bell made a muffled sound, and the bell wave spread, vibrating continuously, ringing endlessly.
Every bell contains the understanding of the sword. It is the sword understanding of many sword cultivators who buried the sword in the sword bell. Now as the bell wave spreads, many disciples of Jianchi Palace feel like they have found a treasure. , sit cross-legged seriously and enter the stage of enlightenment.
From these bell waves, one can gain a lot of understanding of the way of swordsmanship, which will be of great help to improve one's own cultivation.
The bell of the sword bell was loud and loud, like a huge stone smashed into a quiet lake, causing an uproar.
In a short time, the disciples of Jianchi Palace gathered around Jianzhong.
Their eyes fell on the young man in white who stood on the sword bell platform and stretched out his hand to touch the sword bell.
The young man wears an ink-colored sword on his waist. He is free and unrestrained, like a noble prince, but also like an elegant scribe.
One by one, strong men learned the news and rushed over.
Wang Yansheng, who had just left, and the Palace Master Su Muzhe, as well as Wan Jieliu and other Nine Realm strongmen in the Sword Pool Palace.
Many sword-making masters came over with bare upper bodies, their eyes burning, feeling the sword intent in the bell waves, which was also of great help to their sword-making.
"Teacher, what is this, young master?"
Su Muzhe has now stepped into the Tenth Realm. The sword palace between his eyebrows is full of swords, ding-dong, like a peerless sword furnace, with a very special temperament.
Wang Yansheng was also extremely curious: "Young Master, you have resonated with the sword bell earlier, right? With your current realm, the sword bell should be of little help to you."
The old sword saint nodded, but shook his head: "Young Master is stuck at a bottleneck in the spiritual level, and needs some analogy. The sword bell contains the sword intent of countless sword cultivators after their death. Perhaps there are some special meanings in it, which will have miraculous effects."
"Spiritual transformation? Then you should go to Ganye Temple." Wang Yansheng said.
The old sword saint glanced at Wang Yansheng: "Young Master's spiritual river has reached the third level. Ganye Temple... The highest level of the heart sword is only the second level, which can't help you much."
Wang Yansheng: "..."
Took a breath.
Third level of mind...
How can the young master be so awesome?
I was suddenly impressed by the young master. For example, Wang Yansheng, the spiritual level may have reached the tenth level, but strictly speaking, it is only the beginning of the first level.
Only the ten realms can condense the first-order spiritual power.
And Anle actually directly formed a third-order spiritual river...
It is simply a monster among monsters, incomparable.
No wonder Anle's combat power is so strong, not only is his physical body strong, but his mind is also terrible. Only in this way can he control the extremely powerful physical body and not get lost in the power.
Dong Dong Dong!
The sound waves of the sword bell are rising!
It almost breaks through the clouds, shatters the flowing clouds, and the sound waves spread, sweeping across the entire Jinguan City.
The entire Jianchi Lake fell into silence, leaving only the sound of the bell waves spreading.
Everyone looked at the figure next to the sword bell devoutly and fanatically. The figure closed his eyes, his white clothes fluttered, and his palms were placed on the sword bell. On the entire sword bell, it seemed that there were sword shadows one after another, densely packed, like rain swords falling from the sky, densely interweaving the sky!
Very gorgeous, very eye-catching!
Anle's white clothes fluttered in the wind, his black hair was vigorous, his eyes were closed, and the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows was shining, as if there was a rainbow in it, constantly beating.
His mind was jumping at this moment, entwined like a thread, and connected with every sword shadow floating on the sword bell.
In Anle's telepathy, at this moment, every sword shadow contained fragments of changing pictures, which were pictures of the sword carrying the sword and the sword master, growing up together, practicing together, or wandering together.
This kind of sword shadow gave Anle a unique and strange feeling.
Each sword shadow was like a wisp of time.
Of course, it was different from the normal time and air, and it could not condense the time and fruit, but... it contained the idea picture retained at the spiritual level.
This was naturally a great benefit for Anle.
To be honest, there were some small surprises. After all, Anle had never thought that the sword bell could bring such benefits before.
It could help the spiritual level.
Sword shadows flickered and whistled all over the sky, like a distorted picture formed by the sudden rotation of the stars in the night sky, which was very strange.
The disciples of Jianchi Palace could not see this scene, but they could feel that the entire Jianchi Palace seemed to be full of sword intent. If these sword intents could be perceived by them, it would be of great benefit to their practice.
Of course, not everyone could not see it...
The old sword saint's hemp clothes fluttered in the wind, his eyes slightly widened. The eleventh realm strongman, condensed the origin, had the ability to sense the world.
Su Muzhe and Wang Yansheng could not see these sword shadows clearly, but the old sword saint did it.
His face was full of incredible.
The Chengying sword on his waist was shaking constantly, and the sword intent contained in it flowed like water.
The sword intent of sword cultivators... is actually a kind of spiritual power!
At this moment, the old sword saint had some enlightenment.
It turned out that sword cultivators did not cultivate their souls, but because the sword cultivators themselves had very strong souls.
The old sword master had some realization in his mind, and he actually sat cross-legged. There was also sword intent floating around him. He also tried to capture the sword intent floating between heaven and earth to strengthen his own mind.
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Anle really felt that this sword intent in the sky was really similar to the air of time.
The sword intent contained in it all recorded the high-spirited scenes of the sword cultivators holding swords in their lifetime.
Anle sat cross-legged on the sword bell platform, closed his eyes, and raised his hand, tapping the void, tapping on the sword shadows.
The sword shadows that were tapped suddenly dispersed like green mist, and then reflected the heart on the picture.
Directly reflected the soul.
When this sword intent was opened, the picture was turbulent.
There was a young swordsman who traveled the rivers and lakes. When he saw injustice on the road, he drew his sword to help. He was high-spirited and killed the evil spirits. He rushed into the group of bandits with a sword alone, killing them in a river of blood.
There was a swordsman who was very proud when he was young, but was defeated by a powerful enemy and lost his sword arm. He had no choice but to practice sword with one arm and lived in seclusion in the mountains. He practiced sword for decades and became a master. He then went back to the martial arts world and killed the powerful enemy to avenge his hatred.
There was a swordsman who stood on the top of a mountain with a short sword on his back, bid farewell to his friends, and went straight to Kyoto alone to assassinate the tyrant and never returned.
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Pictures after pictures, scenes of smoke and clouds.
Like a white horse passing through the gap, like quicksand on the fingertips, it reflects in Anle's heart. All kinds of emotions and artistic conceptions related to the swordsman are presented.
Every swordsman has his own obsession and sword intention. Even though they die, their intention is integrated into the sword that accompanies them, and is buried with the sword.
All these thoughts were hidden in the sword bell, and only today are they inspired by Anle.
Perhaps these thoughts are not strong, the quality of the forged swords is not high, and even the swordsman holding the sword is not strong in cultivation.
However, the point is not these, but the will they left behind, which is a kind of spiritual power. When these powers are gathered together, they actually have extremely extraordinary effects.
Mind space.
An Le's soul is sitting upright, with thousands of rays of light rising behind it. The long river of soul flows slowly in it, echoing the long river of time. As An Le looks at the shadow of the sword, there are star-like radiances one after another, from the space of the mind. It fell rapidly from outside and spread into the long river of the soul.
Slowly, in the long river of the soul, they gathered into a huge bell shadow.
The bell shadow is exactly the same as the sword bell, but it is a virtual shadow, but the manifestation of the sword's intention!
However, at this moment, because there is too little sword intent flowing into the river of the soul, the phantom of the sword bell appears relatively thin, as if it is about to disperse at any time.
How many swords are buried in the sword bell? Each sword has a story. Their stories contain the sword owner's own sword intention. These sword intentions are fermented and buried in the sword bell, and slowly the sword becomes... Zhong has undergone quite a transformation.
Anle admitted that he underestimated Jian Zhong.
Both are third-level treasures, and Anle doesn't even feel that the sword bell is much weaker than the void armor he wears.
But now, he understands... The Sword Bell is not an ordinary third-level treasure, but a top-level magic weapon similar to the spiritual treasure.
The spiritual treasure... is extremely precious. Although the third-level spiritual treasure is not as good as the holy weapon, it is enough to be said to be the top of the treasures.
The river of soul is growing, which makes Anle a little happy. Maybe he can indeed push the river of soul into the holy level with the help of this sword bell.
However, this growth process is not fast, which makes Anle frown slightly.
In the Jianchi Palace.
It was quiet, everyone was sitting on the ground, enjoying this carnival feast of sword intent.
It can indeed be said to be a feast, the interweaving of sword intentions is such a blessing for sword cultivators. Almost all of the disciples of Jianchi Palace are swordsmen, and they all belong to sword cultivators. Sword cultivators who can understand sword intentions and sword cultivators who cannot. There is a world of difference between sword cultivators who understand the meaning of the sword.
Not only is the difference in combat power, but also the difference in cultivation speed.
Now, everyone has the opportunity to capture and understand the sword's meaning, which is naturally called a feast!
Even Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe were sitting cross-legged and practicing seriously.
Before you know it, five days have passed by in a blink of an eye.
The sword bells kept roaring, and the bell waves exploded, covering the entire Jinguan City, and even spreading to the surrounding areas. Even Dali City and Jiangling City could hear the sound of the bell waves...
When the morning light of the fifth day breaks through the clouds and shines down.
Anle slowly opened her eyes.
There seemed to be endless pictures flickering in his eyes.
That was the picture left after he had observed many spiritual sword intentions. Soon, his eyes became clear, and his gaze looked very soft when looking at the sword bell.
Everyone around him was already awake and opened their eyes one after another, looking at An Le beside Jian Zhong, their faces full of respect and enthusiasm.
Su Muzhe, Wang Yansheng, Wan Jieliu and Old Sword Master and other powerful men in Jianchi Palace also woke up from their enlightenment state.
Understanding the meaning of the sword is a fleeting moment of inspiration, and five days is enough for them to complete it.
The aura of the old sword master became deeper, and he who had just stepped into the eleventh realm seemed to have become much more stable.
Wang Yansheng's sword spirit was also rising and falling. He had just stepped into the realm of ten realms and three disasters, and even had the urge to attack the eleventh realm...
Of course, Wang Yansheng knew very well that this was just his illusion.
If he really tries to attack the Eleventh Realm, he is afraid... he will fail. When the time comes, his condition will be damaged, which will be a huge disadvantage.
"Sir."
When they saw Anle open their eyes and stand up.
Everyone clasped their fists in a bow and bowed respectfully.
Anle looked at them, smiled and nodded, his eyes sweeping across, shining brightly.
"It seems that you all have a good harvest...very good."
Anle smiled.
The old sword master looked at Anle and could feel an extremely majestic spiritual power from Anle's eyebrows.
My heart was shaken, and I couldn't help but express my joy: "Did you gain something, Master?"
An Le did not hide anything: "The harvest is good. I didn't expect that the Sword Bell is a spiritual treasure... It has helped me a lot. Unfortunately, it takes time to refine the many sword intentions in the Sword Bell Burial Sword." things.”
He sighed slightly, but Anle was already very satisfied.
A spiritual breakthrough is not an easy thing to do. To be able to achieve the current results is already excellent.
Moreover, it is not that there are no opportunities for breakthrough now. As long as the sword bell is completely refined... maybe, one can really touch the threshold of the holy spiritual river.
"It's good to have something to gain. It's a blessing for us to be able to help the young master." The old sword master stroked his beard and laughed heartily.
The stronger Anle is, the more stable Jianchi Palace... will naturally be.
Jianchi Palace has long been tied to Anle.
As long as nothing happens to An Le, the status of Jianchi Palace in the world... will be extremely high, and it will even be able to reach the top of the world.
"Palace Master, can you let me keep the sword bell for a while? When I complete my mental transformation, I will return the sword bell."
Anle looked at Su Muzhe and cupped his fists.
The sword bell is of great significance to Jianchi Palace. If Anle wants to take it away, he must obtain the other party's consent. Now that Su Muzhe is in charge of Jianchi Palace, Anle naturally has to ask.
"Young master, what you said is wrong. If the sword bell can help you, it doesn't matter if you refine it."
"The relationship between Sword Bell and Jianchi Palace is actually not complicated. Sword Bell does not belong to Jianchi Palace. It is just that the swordsmen of the past dynasties buried their swords in Jianchi Palace, forming Sword Bell."
Su Muzhe said seriously.
Even for Zhao Huangting's sake, Su Muzhe was willing to give Jianzhong to Anle.
Anle smiled, clasped his fists again, and looked at the old sword master and Wang Yansheng.
The two of them also had no objections. The old sword master was smiling all over his face. The gift of Sword Bell to An Le made the relationship between Jian Chi Palace and An Le even closer. How could the old sword master have any objection?
Moreover, this time, the disciples of Jianchi Palace have all gained a lot, and they will not be able to comprehend anything more from the Sword Bell in a short period of time.
"Then thank you all."
An Le solemnly performed the ceremony.
Everyone returned the favor.
Then Anle looked at the sword bell beside him, raised his hand, and patted it gently.
The sword bell sent out a bell wave vibration, and then turned into a long rainbow of sword light, spreading into the Niwan Palace between Anle's eyebrows.
Anle felt the sword bell suspended in the long river of the soul, felt the sword intention of the soul spreading around the sword bell, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
After saying goodbye to everyone, he left Jianchi Palace.
Came to the tavern again, drank two pots of old rice wine, and then returned to the Seventh Mountain.
After spending a day on the Seventh Mountain, I didn't do too much movement or even practice. I just relied on the power of my mind to refine the sword intention of the sword bell and enhance the power of the soul river.
However, the effect is not good and the speed is not improved as fast as expected.
Anle thought of taking advantage of all the families, so he left the Seventh Mountain.
He came to Ganye Temple in a daze.
In Ganye Temple, the six-eared macaque is taking a nap guarding the mountain gate.
When Anle appeared, the six-eared macaque suddenly opened its eyes. Now the six-eared macaque is getting closer and closer to the eleventh realm. The recovery of heaven and earth practice will greatly improve these heaven and earth spiritual beasts.
Anle brought old rice wine and drank with the six-eared macaques. One person and one monkey sat in the mountains and forests. He found a bluestone, brushed away the dust and fallen leaves, sat opposite each other, drank wine, and chatted.
Anle expressed his confusion about the spiritual level.
The six-eared macaque took a sip of old yellow rice wine, squinted his eyes, and felt the fluff all over his body fluttering in the breeze.
"Good boy, you actually transformed the Heart Sword into the Soul River, and raised the Soul River to the third level... This is unprecedented in the records of Ganye Temple."
"The third-level spiritual river is already the limit of what I, the old ape, can understand."
"I can't help you even if I want to."
The six-eared macaque sighed.
When Anle heard this, he didn't feel surprised at all. Although Ganye Temple had spread the method of condensing the Heart Sword, Anle had already mastered the method of Heart Sword to the extreme.
"But... Mr. An, Lao Yuan, I have a suggestion."
"Although Ganye Temple does not have a method to condense the third-level soul, the old ape knows where there is a way to break through the realm."
The six-eared macaque narrowed his eyes and said mysteriously.
Anle was immediately curious and asked with interest.
"Fotu Lingshan, one of the top forces in the sky... must have a way to break through the soul to the holy level. Can't the young master set foot in the sky? Maybe you can go to the Buddha Lingshan."
The six-eared macaque thought for a while and said.
"However, Fotu Lingshan is also an unusual place. It may be dangerous for the young master to go there now. The old ape has a token here that can help the young master."
"Just think of it as... the young master treating me to a drink as a gift in return."
The old ape raised the wine bottle in his hand.
Hearing this, Anle immediately cupped his fists and thanked him.
The old ape took out an embroidery needle from his ear, flicked his finger, and the embroidery needle spun and floated towards Anle, who raised his hand to catch it.
"This magical needle is the token that the old ape gave to the young master. If the young master goes to Buddha Land Lingshan, he can use this token to find opportunities to break through the spiritual realm."
Anle took the magic needle. The small magic needle was actually extremely heavy...
This made Anle frown.
"Buddha Land Lingshan... there is a spiritual treasure place called the Buddha Sea. If you want to seek a spiritual breakthrough, entering the Buddha Sea is a good choice."
The six-eared macaque said.
When Anle heard this, he couldn't help but be startled, "Buddha Sea?"
Is it reliable?
An Le doesn't know, the six-eared macaque may have good intentions, but for An Le, the current God is very dangerous.
Not to mention the Zhenwu Emperor of Penglai Immortal Island, even the other top power controllers are all concerned about happiness.
After all, Anle ruined Shengxiandi's plan and had a great impact on God's plan.
Now that peace and happiness have entered God, isn't it the same as a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?
However, I also think that in the human world, it is difficult to find the opportunity to break through the holy level.
After thanking the six-eared macaque, Anle put away the magic needle, but he still chose to believe in Yishou.
Afterwards, I met the three masters Lingzhu, Xuanzhu and Suzhu, as well as Mrs. Hua. It was natural for me to chat with old friends.
Madam Hua's cultivation has now reached a bottleneck. With the help of many resources, she has reached the perfection of the nine realms. She may take advantage of the recovery of heaven and earth cultivation to break into the tenth realm as soon as possible.
After chatting, Anle said goodbye to his old friends in Ganye Temple. The origin of space surged, and he strolled between heaven and earth like a leisurely stroll, free and unrestrained.
Afterwards, Anle went to Xiliang City, entered the academy, and met Master Wang Banshan. In addition to Wang Banshan, he also saw a familiar figure, the doctor Zhu Huoxi.
"Goodbye, the young master is no longer an object in the pond. He has turned into a dragon with his feet on the wind and clouds. I admire you for this."
Zhu Huoxi looked at Anle with a complicated expression, both amazed and feeling the magic of time.
Wang Banshan, Zhu Huoxi and An Le walked together in the academy built in Xiliang City. They walked among the fragrance of books and saw the scholars holding books and studying hard in the academy.
Many of these scholars are not practitioners. They just have a heart to study. They don’t know what they can do after they leave the academy after reading enough books and doing enough knowledge. But their purpose is to study and study. .
Compared with those scholars who once went to Lin'an Literary Academy, they have a more pure heart.
Their knowledge is pure, their hearts pure.
After hearing An Le's confusion, the two masters were surprised at first. After being surprised, they looked at each other, smiled at each other, and brought An Le to the Wenqu Monument.
"I don't quite understand the broken state of the mind. After all, we are not Confucian saints, and we have never had a spiritual state as deep as the vast ocean like a saint."
"But we know that reading may improve your spiritual level until you leap forward."
The arguments of the two masters were surprisingly consistent, which gave Anle a lot of inspiration.
The Wenqu Monument is located in the Xiliang City Academy. The stele house has been erected, and the Wenqu Monument is blocked from the sun. There is a faint movement of grandeur on the dark stele.
Anle came to the Wenqu Monument, but this time he arrived, the feeling was completely different from before.
In today's spiritual realm, Anle doesn't feel any barrier at all.
"Young Master, the Wenqu Stele... is a Confucian treasure among hundreds of schools of thought. It is a third-level treasure. It is different from ordinary treasures... Young Master, do you remember Pang Ji? Pang Ji died in Xiangyang City with Emperor Yuan Meng. Fight to the death and protect the last dignity of the scholars of Zhao."
"But Young Master should know that Emperor Yuanmeng was already at the eleventh realm at that time, and Pang Ji... was only entering the tenth realm for the first time. The gap between the two is like a natural chasm."
"But in that battle, Pang Ji injured Emperor Yuan Meng... Young Master, do you know why?"
Anle fell silent when he heard this. During that battle, Pang Ji asked scholars all over the world to borrow San Chi Haoran, and Anle personally escorted Haoran away with his war puppet...
Nature knows.
"A Confucian and Taoist saint?"
Anle said.
When Zhu Huoxi and Wang Banshan heard this, they both nodded.
"The meaning of saints is hidden in the Wenqu stele...Pang Ji was able to invite Confucian and Taoist saints because he had communicated with the Confucian and Taoist saints in the Wenqu stele..."
Zhu Huoxi said.
"We... have actually communicated that if we have to fight to the death, we can also invite a saint to fight."
Wang Banshan thought for a moment and said.
Hearing this, Anle's eyes flickered and she nodded.
He seemed to understand something.
The Wenqu Monument of the Academy of Arts and the Wu Kui Stone of the Martial Arts Temple.
Both are treasures. Anle once felt a pair of eyes in Wu Kuishi, and felt that there might be a strong person in Wu Kuishi.
And in Wenqu Stele, could it be the same as Wu Kuishi?
"Young Master wants to seek spiritual help and break through the situation. We and I can't do that, and we can't help much. But Young Master can try to communicate with the Confucian and Taoist saints in the Wenqu Monument..."
"Maybe it helps."
Zhu Huoxi and Wang Banshan spoke.
The gentle breeze stirred the bamboo sea around Beilu, making a rustling sound.
An Le walked to the stele and looked at the starry Wenqu stele.
With Anle's spiritual level, looking at the Wenqu Monument now, I do feel that it is a little unusual.
There is light shining deep in the eyes.
Anle raised her hand and placed it between her eyebrows.
Wisp after wisp of spiritual power surged out like bolts, the wind blew violently around Beilu, and the bamboo sea rippled!
On the Wenqu stele, stars pile up...
Awe-inspiring appearance!
Anle's spiritual power was attracted by the Wenqu stele, and all of it diffused into it. Gradually, Anle gradually understood the scene in front of him...
A sea change has taken place.
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