Chapter 43: The Young Man Has Great Ambitions, Madam Hua Asks for the Holy Order with Her Sword and Flowers Blooming

A sword light rose from the ground, just like a roc soaring up, sweeping away the spring rain and evening clouds, and in the sunlight pouring down behind it, it was like a flash of lightning.

It was extremely bright and dazzling, and the gorgeous sword energy was gradually dazzling.

At the foot of the mountain, countless people looked at the sword light flying into the sky in surprise, and their hearts were like bells.

The young man held the sword, although he was not as powerful as the peerless sword fairy, but the sword energy that was held by the ink-colored green blade was released, like a meteor that tore the night sky apart, carrying the young man, passing the tail, and straight into the sky, which also had a dazzling temperament.

"Who is that?"

Someone spoke in shock, and then doubts like a waterfall filled his heart.

Most practitioners did not know this young man who followed the Lin Mansion's carriage.

A young man who could not see the depth of his cultivation, wearing a tattered bamboo sword, pretending to be a swordsman, was not valued by anyone before, and was just thought to follow the Lin Mansion's carriage to see the world.

The real famous person in the Lin Mansion is Lin Zhuifeng, but the sword did not carry Lin Zhuifeng, but a little-known boy.

When An Le was carried up by the sword and soared straight up.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were also extremely shocked. The two girls looked up, their black hair was blown messily by the hurricane carried up by the sword, and their eyes were full of disbelief and... glittering brilliance.

Watching the young man soaring into the sky with the sword, they seemed to realize something.

The most unlikely thing happened, just like a pie, fell on the boy's head.

Young Master An... actually met the sixth mountain master standing on the green mountain!

The word fate is wonderful!

Lin Zhuifeng grabbed the fire stick and grinned: "Is the mountain master's eye for me as pure as mine, because Young Master An is born good-looking?"

Lin Qingyin couldn't help but chuckle after hearing Lin Zhuifeng's words.

The nobles and nobles around all had complicated expressions.

Many people could not sit still, and pulled aside the curtains from the carriage, looked up at the sunshine, and looked at the boy who was ascending to the sky. They watched curiously and ordered their subordinates to inquire about the boy's news.

The boy was unknown, but he was naturally as lucky as ascending to the sky to get the sword of the mountain master.

Moreover, the boy was related to the Lin Mansion, which made many forces that had a rift with the Lin Mansion feel alarmed and wanted to find out the origin and identity of such a boy.

In the mountains and forests, the fog was cut from both sides, and the sword energy lingered, making it difficult for the mist and rain to heal.

Luo Qingchen stood in the mountains, and the pain in his hand made him a little confused.

He felt that it was not his palm that was cut, but his state of mind.

An extraordinary state of mind.

The sixth mountain master...didn't choose him? !

Although his swordsmanship talent is not as good as the legendary champion Li Youan, or Yu Guanyin Hua Jiebing, it is still commendable. Who can compare with him? Why was he ignored by the sixth mountain master?

The feeling of being about to reach the top, but being knocked down to the mortal world, made Luo Qingchen so depressed that he almost coughed up blood.

Suddenly, there was a cry of thunder at the foot of the mountain.

A sword light rose up and went straight into the sky and swept the clouds!

Luo Qingchen's palm was dripping with blood. He didn't care to stop the bleeding. He looked up and saw a young man holding a sword. Under the entanglement of the sword light, he soared straight up and crashed into the sea of ​​clouds halfway up the mountain.

This young man... How could Luo Qingchen forget it? !

He was so cultivated, but he was not as good as a young man who had just cultivated the fetal breath and didn't even know a few swordsmanship moves!

In front of him, the image of the young man in the spring rain, bearing his pressure, with his back straight, not bowing his head, reappeared, lingering, and almost overlapping with the image of the young man flying into the sky under the sword at this moment.

It was like two heavy hammers, hitting his heart hard.

The spring breeze blew through the forest, blowing and shaking off the peach petals on the peach trees on both sides of the mountain road. Although it was autumn, it was like the killing of autumn, making Luo Qingchen feel chilly and shaking his body involuntarily.

He felt that this time... his Tao heart might really be covered by dust by this young man.

"Why? On what basis?!"

Luo Qingchen was not convinced, and the silver sword energy around him soared into the sky from the forest. However, halfway through the journey, he glimpsed the familiar ink bamboo painting in the sea of ​​clouds, which was drawn with white clouds as the raw paper and sword energy as ink...

At this moment, Luo Qingchen's mind was like a thunder hammer, and he roared with anger!

He understood.

Why did the sixth mountain master suddenly open the mountain? It turns out that...

The mountain keeper has already been selected.

The so-called selection is nothing more than a sedan chair for the young man, a sedan chair that can enter the holy mountain with dignity!

Luo Qingchen looked at his palm with a cut.

Suddenly he smiled bitterly.

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Who can lift up to the blue sky with the power of the Tao.

Anle felt that his eyes flashed, and he entered the sea of ​​clouds, and roamed freely in the sea of ​​clouds, like a fish leaping in the boundless sea. Seeing the ink bamboo picture of the world, he was immediately amazed and took a breath. With the sea of ​​clouds as the text and the sword energy as the ink painting, it was really heroic!

However, this ink bamboo picture also faintly plucked the light string in Anle's mind, and he seemed to understand something.

No wonder the sword came straight to him. It turned out that he was a backdoor because he had someone above him.

Thinking of the old man in the Temple who had said he would take him to a place in three days, everything came together and suddenly became clear.

The Sixth Mountain Master knew about his bamboo painting, maybe... the old man in the Temple had greeted him?

Anle held the sword, floating in the air, looking into the distance, and saw an idle pavilion halfway up the mountain of the majestic sword peak.

A middle-aged man in green stood in the pavilion, with a pine wood sword box beside him, looking at him from a distance.

Anle's eyes met his.

The ink-colored sword in his hand trembled slightly, and Anle immediately understood that the man was the rumored Sixth Mountain Master who contained all the swords in the world in one sword box!

Anle held the sword and cupped his fists, bowing his head to the sea of ​​clouds.

The corners of the middle-aged man's lips stiffened and he nodded slightly. His eyes were full of brilliance. He pressed his palm on the sword box and could feel the clang and excitement of the sword in the box. They seemed to be attracted by the young man from Yunhai.

That young man... was born with a great affinity for the sword, and seemed to be born for the sword.

It is a piece of natural sword embryo jade that has never been carved!

If, after looking at the young man's ink bamboo painting, he felt the young man's backbone and sword spirit, the middle-aged man was moved and accepted him as a mountain guard, then when he saw the young man at this moment, the trembling and cheering of the old guys in the box made the middle-aged man Understand, he may be about to find a treasure!

"Very good!"

The middle-aged man's stiff smile softened a bit and he spoke.

Just two words, but you can hear his love for peace and happiness.

For the mountain keeper, the mountain guardian is more similar to the relationship between disciple and master, so the middle-aged man rarely moves his face and shows his emotions.

"Are you willing to join my sixth mountain?"

The sea of ​​clouds is rolling and the bamboo trees are noisy.

The man stood in a pavilion halfway up the mountain, facing the spring rain, looking at the young man holding the sword, and asked sincerely.

The young man Jianqi Extradition stood in the clouds. Facing the middle-aged man's invitation, the smile on his face faded, but he did not agree immediately, but fell into serious thinking.

The mountain guardian, the identity that countless practitioners in Lin'an Prefecture were crazy about, was now in front of An Le, easily obtainable.

As long as he nods, he can enter the Holy Mountain, become a mountain guard, and soar into the sky.

But becoming a mountain guard also means losing the qualification to become a mountain master.

Although the young man has just started his practice, today the Lord of the Sixth Mountain can make the world move with just one sentence: "Open the mountain."

Thousands of feet of waves are crossing the river, and thousands of poles are leaning into the bamboo!

This kind of courage and this kind of influence made him yearn for it.

A young man is full of energy and has a time to work hard.

There is a tiger hidden in his heart, his ambition can reach the sky, and he has a thought of peace and happiness. His future will definitely not stop as a mountain guard.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, Anle is a bit ignorant, but he really doesn't want to stop there.

Thought for a long time.

Anle let out a breath, held the ink-colored Qingfeng in both hands, made a long bow, and slowly handed it to the pavilion in the middle of the mountain.

"Mountain Master, my ambition is not here. I'm sorry. Mountain Master should have a better mountain guard."

The world was quiet, only the sound of spring breeze and spring rain was left.

quite a while.

A man in a green pavilion in the middle of the mountain laughed suddenly, looking at the young man to understand his ambition, his eyes full of appreciation.

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Under the foothills.

The hustle and bustle has been surging for a long time, and most practitioners seem to have learned about the choice of the sixth mountain master for the mountain guard.

The Lin family has a mountain guard. Regardless of whether the young man is from the Lin family or not, when he walks out of the Lin family's chariot, in full view of everyone, he can't fake it, so he is naturally labeled as the Lin family.

Many people glanced at Lin Mansion's chariot, feeling envious, complicated, and unexpected, with all kinds of emotions coming up like a storm.

Suddenly, their eyes fell on the people at the chariot, and their breathing froze.

Because a plain white palm protruded from the chariot curtain, as white as jade.

A graceful and graceful figure emerged.

Qiong Yao's skin is absolutely flawless, and her embroidered skirt and brocade jacket are covered with clouds.

The sword of the heart and the jade Guanyin, the flowers of the Lin Mansion dissolve the ice!

As soon as the woman got out of the chariot, her eyebrows spread slightly, as if she had heard something happy, and her red lips smiled.

The next moment, a majestic mind was like a mountain toppling over, weighing down the practitioners present with heavy hearts.

The woman's bare hands flicked, and a flash of sword light swept out, carrying her delicate body, straight into the blue clouds, into the sea of ​​clouds, stepping on lotus steps, and appeared beside the long-bowed young man.

The fragrance was strong on his face, and the young man looked a little startled. He turned around and saw Mrs. Hua.

Mrs. Hua looked at the young man with admiration in her eyes.

"good."

"Mr. An, do you still remember the gift of paintings I promised you?"

"I'll be with you today."

The words are finished.

Mrs. Hua looked at the Sixth Mountain Master at the Xian Pavilion in the middle of the mountain with a spring smile on her face.

Twisting lotus flowers in hands, sword energy blooms behind her back.

"Master of the Sixth Mountain, Jie Bingdan, in the name of peace and happiness, I ask for a small holy order."

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