Chapter 69: Watching the Old Man in the Taimiao Fight Against Emperor Yuan, the Heroic Spirit of the Dao Fruit

At dusk, the north wind blew away the rain, and several thin peaks emerged from the clouds.

The first mountain, the thatched cottage.

Incense sticks burned, and green smoke curled up.

The chilly spring rain flew outside the house, but it could not erode the warmth in the thatched cottage. The old man sitting in front of the incense burner yawned lazily and stretched his body.

"Anle... Isn't this the boy that Lao Liu admired very much and gave him an ink pool from the Red Dust Sword Box?"

"It's not long since he was on the Little Saint List. A few days ago, he was still in the Double Second Realm, and now he has entered the Double Third Realm... With this talent, it's no wonder that he took the initiative to lead the Little Saint List to change."

The old man picked up the bamboo slips with words written in incense ash and walked to the eaves of the thatched cottage. There were raindrops dripping outside, like a bead curtain net.

He blew on the bamboo slips, and the incense ash was gone, but real words appeared under the bamboo slips.

It seemed as if it was engraved on the bamboo slips, and time could hardly erase its traces.

The old man chuckled, and the bamboo slip in his hand actually floated up, slowly floating out of the thatched cottage, accompanied by a loud crane cry.

The bamboo slip actually turned into a white crane, which flapped its wings, broke through the spring rain and mountain fog, and flew towards the human world.

The small saint list is stacked up, and it must be spread throughout the world.

Those who cause the list to be stacked up must be famous.

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The lights are far away, the spring rain gradually stops, and the night sky seems to be starry.

In the small courtyard of Taimiao Lane.

Through the ordinary lattice wooden window, you can see a young man holding a pen on the table to paint, the pen moves like a dragon, the thick ink and light ink are always suitable, the rich ink fragrance curls in the house, accompanied by the spring rain dust, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The young man's eyes are bright, his spirit is high, and he writes on the scroll. The ink bamboo on it bursts out with an upright posture, full of vigor and vitality, as if it is growing proudly in the sun.

On a spring rainy night, painting sunny bamboo, it doesn't seem out of place at all.

The old man Zhao Huangting from the Imperial Ancestral Temple stood at the side, holding a candle, looking at the painting with appreciation, with a comfortable smile on his lips.

The painter's state of mind can most affect the style of the painting. Painting is a process of capturing inspiration. When the mood is cheerful and the ideas are clear, the painting will naturally be vigorous.

Anle was immersed in painting, his mind was lingering, the sword furnace in the Niwan Palace was trembling slightly, and the sword energy was clanging, as if it spread out and merged into the ink soaked by the wolf hair.

When the last stroke fell, the scroll seemed to bloom with the warm sunshine of spring, vigorous vitality, and the simple houses seemed to bloom with a different brilliance.

"Good!"

Zhao Huangting praised with a candle, and the appreciation in his eyes became stronger.

"This painting integrates your mind and spirit of breaking through the realm, and the vigor is so fierce that it almost penetrates the paper. It can be included in the list of the seventh-grade refining treasure map! Even among the seventh-grade refining treasure map, it is quite precious!"

The old man did not hide his praise.

After all, this painting combines the confidence and fiery mood of the young man who has just broken through the realm, and it is vigorous and upward. The viewer will be positively influenced by it.

Anle smiled, picked up the pen and signed it habitually: "Today I broke through the realm, my mind is cheerful, and my old friend invited me to paint ink bamboo. In fact, the bamboo in my heart is not the bamboo in my eyes, so I grind the ink and spread the paper to use the brush, which is another style. In fact, the bamboo in my hand is not the bamboo in my mind..."

Finally, write the three words "Banqiao Bamboo".

Take the jade to seal it.

The light of the mind flashed on the scroll, and a picture of sunny bamboo contained the meaning of refining the spirit.

After Anle finished painting, he walked to the window and breathed in fresh air. The old man was holding a lamp and carefully observing the painting, and his love on his face was beyond words.

After a painting, Anle felt that the excitement and impetuous mind after the breakthrough gradually calmed down.

Painting to cultivate one's nature does make some sense.

Anle turned and looked at the old man in the temple who was carefully appreciating the painting.

Suddenly, his mind moved, and the column of [Time and Space] in the light curtain began to jump slightly.

The dense Time and Space on the old man's body was swaying slightly, and vaguely, it seemed that a wisp of Time and Space was about to leave the old man's body.

After several tugs of war, the Time and Space was shaken and was pulled out by Anle.

Anle felt happy.

After breaking through the third realm of cultivation, he was finally able to pull the Time and Space on the old man's body. Although it was only a wisp, it was of extraordinary significance.

Suddenly, that wisp of Time and Space burst out with a touch of gold, and turned into a golden incense column in front of him, burning.

Anle was slightly startled, glanced at the old man who was enjoying the painting with great interest, thought for a moment, and chose to observe the years.

The spring breeze, spring rain, and spring night in front of him were like rippling blue waves, rippling.

The long-lost golden years were like paintings, scrolls, and blue smoke, slowly appearing in front of him.

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The crazy clouds piled up and the sky was like ink, and the snow waves rushed and the river became brighter!

The huge river is like an ancestral dragon surging on the earth, and every wave is like its scales, roaring like an angry dragon.

This is Canglang River, the most dangerous place in the world, separating the north and the south, and becoming a natural moat. It is the biggest reliance of the Great Zhao when it moved south.

The river separates the past glorious years of the Great Zhao, and also brings five hundred years of dreamlike prosperity to the Great Zhao!

To the north of the Canglang River, the earth is turbulent, thousands of troops are galloping, and the dust is swept in like a storm.

On the Canglang River, one after another extremely luxurious giant wooden ships, riding the wind and waves, smashing the river water, and crossing the river in a mighty manner.

The wooden ships have the flags of the Great Zhao Dynasty, which are soaked by the misty water vapor and seem to have lost some of their toughness.

Civil and military officials, scholars, royal relatives, and nobles... all stood on the ship. A huge demon dragon was surging in the river around the ship. It was the ally that helped the Great Zhao Dynasty migrate south, the demon dragon in Kunpeng Mountain.

Anle knew why the scene in front of him was.

Five hundred years ago, the Great Zhao migrated south, and many people had long forgotten it. Now, Anle saw this scene again in the air of time.

Huangmu Tower boats are crossing the river one after another, and there are all kinds of things on the floors.

There were armored soldiers holding spears in their hands with eyes full of reluctance and desolation, there were civil and military officials kneeling down on wooden boats facing the land north of the Yangtze River and weeping blood, there were military generals roaring in anger and blowing up the river.

The sky is full of anger, and the mighty spirit is so angry that it kills them all and abandons the wilderness!

On the Huangmulou ship, the generals' wishes could not be realized, and they could only be filled with unwillingness.

Unwilling emotions intertwined like a hurricane.

Dark clouds cover the sky above the river, and angry thunder suddenly appears from behind the clouds, bringing a strangling depression.

There are strong men walking behind the clouds and fighting. The mind and blood of the peerless strong man collide, and the color of the world changes.

Anle's sight seemed to break through the layers of clouds and reach ninety levels into the sky. He saw that behind the sea of ​​clouds there were also strong men confronting each other.

That was a strong man who sacrificed his life so that Zhao could safely retreat across the Canglang River.

North of the Canglang River, there was a terrifying chariot pulled down by nine armored demon horses and rolling over.

On the chariot, a burly figure stood, wearing a golden mask and golden armor. He just stood firm, like a supreme god. His tyrannical energy and blood were like pillars, rushing into the sky to smash the sky!

Cold, arrogant, and domineering eyes glanced from under the golden mask, with disdain for Zhao Nanqian.

Emperor Yuanmeng!

Anle knew who this person was just by looking at him!

The most powerful man in the world, Emperor Yuanmeng who bent his bow and dared to shoot at the immortals!

Even if he only peeked from the air of time, Anle could still feel the power of the other party. The power of the strongest person in the world was indeed extraordinary.

Suddenly, Emperor Yuanmeng, who was standing on the chariot, took a bow, pulled the bow and shot out an arrow like a shooting star.

The arrow cuts through the waves, and I want to shoot across the river to explode the building ship moving south.

A sword light came.

There was a heroic laugh between heaven and earth.

On the fighting battlefield on the vast land, among the heavy armor, there is a figure in Chinese clothes, holding a broken bamboo sword, blocking the arrows, and rushing forward again, invincible, and the sword energy can split mountains and rocks wherever it goes!

Even the heavy armor of Yuan Meng's cavalry is difficult to resist!

Anle was instantly attracted to the gorgeous clothes and the figure of the man with a wild body.

This year, some people are brave enough to conquer the sky!

This year, there are people with green hair that has never been stained by frost, and there is still a blue sky in their eyes.

This year, someone picked up a broken bamboo sword and dared to kill Emperor Yuanmeng, who was number one in the world!

"Zhao Huangting came here with a green mountain and asked Emperor Yuan to see if the green mountain is heavy!"

The man smiled and slashed three swords at Emperor Yuan Meng.

Emperor Yuanmeng rushed into the sky, sword energy and energy and blood collided, and the sea of ​​clouds was vaguely torn apart!

After three swords.

Zhao Huangting was bleeding from his mouth and fell into the sea of ​​clouds with a bamboo sword in his hand.

The man fell back onto the Canglang River, stood on the yellow wooden boat with his sword in hand, crossed the river and shouted to the sky.

"Emperor Yuan, today is not fun enough."

"When the Zhao army moves north, I will come back with Qingshan in charge!"

In the sea of ​​clouds, Emperor Yuan Meng, who was wearing golden armor, did not pursue him, but just stepped on the cloud flow and watched lightly.

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The picture began to fade away quietly at this point.

Anle was so shocked that he couldn't calm down for a long time. He looked at the green mountain with the bamboo sword on his waist, and then at the old man who was holding a lamp and watching the painting, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.

These are the real golden years. It turns out that this humble old man once fought against the best in the world.

The ancient pride and the soaring madness made Anle's mood fluctuate.

In front of my eyes, small blue characters slowly emerged.

[Obtain the fruit of time: heroic spirit]

[Note: Heroic Qi Yin (Tao Fruit): Attracting a lot of heroic spirit in the world, daring ordinary people to kill ghosts and gods, spending heroic energy to bless your body, you can receive special combat power blessings]

A wisp of golden age energy condensed into a fruit of age.

Anle is very happy. After careful study, Anle found that this path fruit [Heroic Yin] is somewhat similar to [Fearless Heart], and neither of them can bless the energy of time.

Vaguely, the heroic spirit in the Dao Fruit [Haoqi Yin] overflows, baptizing Anle's mind and soul. In addition, Anle has a feeling. If he is willing, he can vent all the [Haoqi Yin] and receive great blessings. .

However, once this is done, the [Hourous Qi Yin] Tao Fruit may wither or even disappear.

Daoguo's overflowing heroic spirit seems to be quietly blending into Anle's spirit.

The green hills around his waist trembled slightly, as if they were emitting a clear sword cry.

Beside the table, the old man holding the lamp and immersed in watching paintings suddenly turned to look at the young man standing in front of the window.

The spring rain blows with the spring breeze, lifting up the green mountains on the young man's body. The sword sings, and there is a vague sense of heroism coming from the young man's body.

The old man couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a moment.

It was as if at this moment, I saw myself in my youth.

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Buildings with white walls and black tiles dot the foothills.

A white crane broke through the spring rain and came flapping its wings. Countless teachers from the liberal arts college looked at it with surprise and astonishment.

As teachers from the liberal arts college, they naturally knew what the appearance of the white crane meant.

The little holy list is updated, and the white crane is the proof!

The white crane fell into the literary courtyard and turned into a bamboo slip, which was obtained by the third wife who was sitting alone in the thatched cottage.

"Um?"

There was a hint of astonishment in the third wife's old eyes.

"There are no challenges yet, but the list of minor saints has changed... It's quite rare over the years."

Sanfuzi murmured, and then he called people in to copy the new Little Holy List and publish it.

This night, Lin'an is still young.

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Qin Xiangfu.

Between the pools and pavilions, the scenery remains the same as before.

The spring raindrops hit the black tiles of the pavilion, like pearls and jade falling on a plate, which is quite crisp.

The charcoal stove was boiling hot water, and a piece of tea was rolling up and down in the stove, exuding a rich tea fragrance.

Wang Qinhe carried the dragon-back knife on his waist, squinting his eyes, tasting the best West Lake Longjing, drinking tea and talking in the spring rain, which made him feel relaxed and happy.

Qin Qianqiu sat opposite, washing and brewing tea.

Suddenly, a scholar in a Confucian robe came from a distance with an oil-paper umbrella, whispered a few words in Qin Qianqiu's ear, and handed him a yellow book.

Qin Qianqiu frowned suddenly, thought about it, and handed the yellow book to Wang Qinhe who was drinking tea comfortably.

Wang Qinhe was stunned for a moment, took the yellow book recording the ranking of the Little Saint List and flipped through it.

When he flipped to the end, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

He didn't do anything... Why is he at the bottom of the Little Saint List again? !

After a long time, the sight in his eyes gradually solidified, as sharp as a knife.

The Little Saint List does change, but it is a bit humiliating to lower his ranking just because the other party breaks through the realm.

Although there are precedents, he is unwilling to do so!

After a long silence, Wang Qinhe slowly stood up, put his hand on the handle of the Dragon Spine Knife, walked out of the pavilion step by step, and stepped into the spring rain.

The sword energy was crisscrossed, and the endless spring rain fell, and was broken into pieces.

"Brother Wang?" Qin Qianqiu stood up and asked.

Wang Qinhe's momentum gradually rose step by step.

"I am at the bottom for no reason, so I have to challenge him."

"I am not convinced, and I am not satisfied."

"Let's see, this young man has just entered the third realm, why is he better than me?!"