Chapter 72: Legend of the No. 1 Scholar, the Old Man in the Temple of Heaven Presents the Third Poem

Chapter 74: Legend of the Legendary Champion, the old man in the Temple of Heaven bestows the Three Swords of Ci Pai [Please order first! ]

After a long journey, she is less handsome, but she smiles, and her smile still carries the fragrance of Lingmei.

Anle held up an oil-paper umbrella and returned to the yard, his heart was also peaceful.

Although he defeated the former Eighteenth King Qinhe of the Little Saint List with a nearly crushing attitude, he did not feel proud.

The spring rain fell in the alleys and yards, which was quite crisp and sober.

With a flick of his finger, the ink pool and the green mountain came out, and inserted into the tree hole of the old locust tree with familiarity and precision, without hurting the other bark of the old locust tree, causing the branches and leaves of the old locust tree to tremble slightly.

Anle put away the oil-paper umbrella, drained the water, and placed it aside.

"I'm back."

The old man smiled, poured a cup of warm old yellow wine, and pushed it on the table to Anle's position.

Anle sat on a small chair and drank the wine in one gulp, dispelling the chill in his body.

"How do you feel? Wang Qinhe is able to be placed with hope by the Duke Wang Mansion and exchange a lot of resources for the Little Saint Order. He is still somewhat talented. Did you gain anything from this battle?"

The old man asked, drinking by himself and enjoying the spring rain at night.

Anle drank a sip of wine, holding the wine cup, thinking for a moment, and said solemnly: "Wang Qinhe still underestimated me."

"He is one realm higher than me in the realm of body forging, and has stepped into the fourth realm to understand the profound meaning, but he did not play the advantage of body forging. He was too careless and was suppressed by my ancient demon tiger style burst, thus losing the initiative."

Anle reviewed the battle scene and analyzed.

The old man stroked his long white eyebrows and listened with a smile.

"Since I was promoted to the Little Saint List, it means that even the Holy Mountain admits that I am not inferior to him in terms of hard power. However, he did not go all out when he attacked me, and he still held back."

"This is the main reason for his defeat. In the end, he used the martial arts to release the sword energy and python, which was extremely powerful. If he had used the meaning of the sword to suppress me the moment he approached me, I might have to use some tricks."

After Anle finished speaking, he chuckled: "When swinging a sword at an opponent you are not sure of, you must go all out, otherwise, you may not have the opportunity to swing a second sword."

The old man nodded in appreciation: "It seems that you have seen it thoroughly. Of course, it is also because Wang Qinhe does not have the belief that he will win you. If he has this belief, your battle will be difficult, unless you have a bigger trump card."

Anle nodded seriously. Indeed, in the battle tonight, don't look at him winning easily, but in fact, in the end, breaking Wang Qinhe's sword energy and python martial arts profound meaning has already exhausted the mental power accumulated in the sword furnace.

With the success of the ancient monster Five Animals at the beginning, they were able to press forward step by step, pressure Wang Qinhe to the point of being out of breath, and finally win.

But if Wang Qinhe had been more cautious and kept delaying, with the physique of a martial artist in the fourth realm of physical training, plus the interference of the martial arts, Anle might really be dragged down.

At that time, Anle might have to use the power of the Dao Fruit [Heroic Induction].

The old man poured a glass of wine for Anle, and the two clinked their glasses and drank it all.

The rain was dripping in the yard, hitting the leaves of the old locust tree swaying.

"Besides this, do you have any other feelings?" The old man asked meaningfully.

Anle was stunned, playing with the wine cup, frowning and thinking.

The old man did not keep it a secret, pointing at the raindrops falling from the sky.

"After the victory in this battle, do you feel your confidence grow and a belief grow?"

"Just like the water dripping on the stone, one drop may not be a big deal, but tens of millions of drops, hundreds of millions of drops falling on one point will break the stone and wear away the stone."

"You crossed the border to win the Wangqin River, and accumulated a belief in victory. As you fight more and more, the belief will become stronger."

"Where does the heroic spirit come from? It comes from the heart, and the heroic spirit in the heart is not blind. It needs strength, record, and trump cards as the confidence. The heroic army that has won every battle dares to rush to the opponent in the face of an army ten times larger than itself. It is because of the heroic spirit and belief brought by victory."

The old man looked at Anle with some expectation in his eyes. Perhaps he saw his former self in the young man today, full of vigor and vitality, which made the old man want to guide and inherit.

He is the old uncle of the royal family, but since the migration of the Great Zhao to the south five hundred years ago, he has drawn a line with the royal family and has long lost interest in the royal family.

The nobleman sitting in Taixuan Palace once wanted him to pass on Qingshan's swordsmanship to the royal children.

But Zhao Huangting refused. The old man never married and had no offspring. His inheritance depends on fate.

When fate comes, it will be passed on naturally.

Now, the young man in blue in front of him is Zhao Huangting's fate.

Grinning, the old man looked at Anle: "Winning every battle is a way to cultivate unbreakable faith and heroism. The significance of the existence of the Little Saint List is actually to cultivate your belief in victory. Where there is faith, gold and stone will be opened."

Anle was thoughtful after hearing this.

When he defeated Wang Qinhe, Anle did have a heroic mentality surging in his heart. At that moment, he was confident and the tiger in his heart roared.

Perhaps, this is the change of faith brought about by victory.

"Li Youan took this path at the beginning. Why is he called the legendary champion... Do you know?" The old man sipped a glass of old yellow wine and said.

Anle shook his head. He really knew very little about the deeds of the legendary champion Li Youan, and he had never experienced his life.

Perhaps he could find an opportunity to experience the legendary champion's life and see if he could see his golden years.

"When Li Youan entered the Little Saint List, his ranking was better than yours, but not much better. But from the day he entered the list, he began to challenge the geniuses on the Little Saint List."

"The battle lasts for seven days, rain or shine. Except for the Spring Palace Examination, the rest of the time, I am either challenging or on the way to challenge."

"Victory in every battle, building up an invincible force, accumulating awe-inspiring aura, and in one fell swoop, Chunwei High School, will test for the top spot in front of the palace!"

"After ascending to the top of the imperial examination, seven days later, I challenged the top of the Little Saint Ranking, and won the battle. The clouds and mist on the Holy Mountain opened for me, and I climbed the mountain to talk to the Holy Master."

The old man said with a smile, even he was a little sighing.

"Tell me, can you call it a legend?"

An Le couldn't help but yearn for it after hearing it. The legendary number one scholar was indeed a legend. It was like a cheating life. It was really... amazing.

"Luo Qingchen took this path when he first entered Lin'an. Unfortunately... Luo Qingchen's tofu Taoist heart is the best in the world and is very rare."

The old man couldn't help but smile when he mentioned Luo Qingchen.

"And this is not the most legendary thing. Li You'an became the number one scholar. After talking with the Holy Master, he gave up the soul-crushing wealth in Lin'an and went to the Canglang River battlefield. He started as a centurion and earned money by killing enemies. In just one year, he was promoted to deputy general."

"He once led a team of hundreds of people and dared to cross the river directly into the main camp of the Yuan-Meng army, captured the opponent's general alive, and returned safely across the river. He was really a tyrant with no bounds."

The old man stroked his long eyebrows, and his words were full of emotion.

"I have fought for three thousand miles with one body, and with one sword I have been a master of millions... so heroic!" An Le also marveled and praised.

The old man heard the words, savored them carefully, and couldn't help stroking his hands: "Well said."

Then the two of them poured wine and drank. The warm old rice wine had become cold, but there was not much left.

"I'm telling you about Li You'an today because I want you to understand the importance of faith. Next, I also have hopes for you. I hope that you can also be invincible and carry your winning streak with courage and courage. All the way to the top of the Little Saint Ranking, Chunwei is ranked first!”

The old man said with shining eyes.

Anle took a deep breath and looked solemn, although this request was indeed difficult.

Not to mention others, Zhao Jiu and Zhao Xianyou, who are number one on the Little Saint List, are complete monsters. They are known as earthly immortals. Their cultivation has broken through the fifth realm and set foot in the sixth realm. No one in the younger generation can compare with them. Compared.

But Anle didn't flinch like that, the tiger in his heart raised its head, full of pride!

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, then raised his hand and waved towards the green mountain stuck on the old locust tree.

The green mountain trembled slightly, and in an instant it escaped from the tree hole and fell into the hands of the old man.

"I saw that you were very pleased with me, so I taught you three swordsmanship. I hope you can understand it and make up for the gaps in the swordsmanship. This can be regarded as passing on the swordsmanship to the old man."

But he saw the old man slowly getting up.

Holding a sword, he entered the hospital, bathed in the cool spring rain, and began to slowly dance with the sword.

"I named these three swords respectively Zhuzhi, Fangcao, and Young You. Xiaoyou An, don't make fun of me. The names of these sword techniques are pretentious. They were chosen by the beautiful lady who admired me. You are still young and don't understand the sentiment. ”

"Hahaha, little friend, just watch."

The old man smiled heartily and danced holding the green hills.

The spring rain filled the courtyard, hanging upside down in the sky, not a drop fell on the earth.

Anle had already gotten up, and after bowing, he observed carefully.

[Eternal Talent] Daoguo and [Natural Swordsman] Daoguo seemed to burst out with unprecedented energy at this moment.

An Le's pupils reflected every move the old man made while holding the green mountain.

That night, the old man danced his sword freely like a young man, causing the spring rain from the sky to stop falling on the earth.

That night, Anle realized the Three Swords of Cipai and saw a romance.

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On a spring rainy night, a small battle on the West Lake came to an end.

Wang Qinhe, the son of Wang Guogongfu, was also known as a genius. With the Little Holy Order, he was also famous in Lin'an.

But such a genius was defeated by the An family, who were famous for their ink bamboo paintings.

Most people are not familiar with An Le, a new guest on the Little Saint List, but when it comes to the An family, everyone in Lin'an Mansion suddenly realizes that his master's calligraphy skills have attracted praises from his masters, turbulent the academy, and there are all literati. understood.

Therefore, when the overnight spring rain stopped and the dawn had not yet cleared, the news spread throughout Lin'an.

The An family was not only a master of Mozhu, but also a spiritual genius. He accepted the challenge from Wang Qinhe, the prince of Guogongfu, on the West Lake, and defeated the opponent forcefully, causing Wang Qinhe's mentality to collapse and his body to float on the lake all night.

Some people say that Wang Qinhe may be like the genius Luo Qingchen back then, with a Taoist heart covered in dust!

This incident instantly became a source of gossip for many powerful people in Lin'an Mansion. It was even more interesting than the anecdote about Qin Qianqiu being beaten up by Luo Qingchen and hiding in the King Kong Bell a few days ago.

Wang Qinhe and Qin Qianqiu, brothers in distress, have completely become a joke in Lin'an.

Qin Xiangfu.

After the rain, the slight cold still lingers, and spring sorrow and alcoholism turn into melancholy.

Water pavilion and pavilion.

The atmosphere is cool and silent.

The two of them, who had not slept all night, were sitting there, looking at each other, and you could see the embarrassment in their eyes.

Duke Wang's Mansion and Prime Minister Qin's Mansion are in-laws, so Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe have a good relationship and are as close as brothers. But this time, the two brothers became a joke at the same time.

Wang Qinhe touched his nose: "Don't look at me. My jokes sound better than yours. It's just that I can't calm down and challenge them, and I will be beaten into a drowned dog."

"It's better than being ridden and beaten like a turtle."

Even if the fellow Taoist is dead and the poor Taoist is not dead, Wang Qinhe is also willing to show his face.

Qin Qianqiu smiled and surprisingly did not get angry. He just pushed the brewed tea to Wang Qinhe.

"So, are you willing now?"

Qin Qianqiu asked.

"I'm convinced." Wang Qinhe shrugged, and his answer was beyond Qin Qianqiu's expectation.

"That boy is indeed very talented. He must have been the one who provoked the Martial Arts Master of the Martial Arts Temple that day. This boy has obtained the top martial arts, which has made up for his shortcomings in physical training, and will only become more and more difficult to deal with."

Wang Qinhe said seriously.

"Those who rely on their own talents to obtain the Little Holy Order...are indeed monsters. Your brother Qin Hua'an, Ye Wenxi, the Ninth Prince, and now this boy An is added to the mix. Quan Te's mother is a freak! Fuck! !”

Wang Qinhe became more and more excited as he talked. There are so many weirdos, why couldn't it be him?

Qin Qianqiu looked at Wang Qinhe silently. When Wang Qinhe lamented that other people were freaks, why didn't Qin Qianqiu envy Wang Qinhe's talent?

This is true for people and things in the world. When you envy others, you don't know that I also envy you.

"My son An Le, don't you think the demonic aura in his body is too strong?" Qin Qianqiu said.

Wang Qinhe glanced at him: "The demonic aura is a phenomenon simulated by Qi and blood. It is related to the martial arts he studied. It should be a rare inheritance among Wu Kuishi."

Qin Qianqiu shook his head: "I only saw the strong evil spirit..."

Wang Qinhe frowned: "What do you want to do? Spring is coming, don't cause trouble... Although that kid is close to the Lin Mansion, but Li Youan is in Lin'an now, you can't afford to offend this legendary champion."

"Of course I don't dare to mess around now, but this guy has such evil aura, I just need to reveal it to some paranoid and crazy demon subduing masters..."

Qin Qianqiu's eyes flickered and he took a sip of tea.

Wang Qinhe raised his eyebrows, and then shook his head seriously: "Demon subduing masters? Those demon subduing masters are not good people. They are very dirty. I advise you to have less contact with them."

Qin Qianqiu smiled: "Whoever I am, I won't contact you. I'm just the one who spreads the news."

Walking to the edge of the big pond, Qin Qianqiu dropped a handful of bait.

It caused the koi fish in the pond to fight for it, and it bloomed beautifully.

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After the rain, the appearance of spring becomes clearer and more beautiful.

In the small courtyard, the old man has left.

An Le was sitting in the courtyard with a clean wine bottle beside him.

The green hills have been inserted back into the body of the old locust tree, everything seems quiet and quiet, and the sweetness after the rain in the air makes Anle recover slightly.

Last night I watched the old man dance the sword and teach the three swords of Cipai, and I really gained some enlightenment.

In Anle's swordsmanship, only the sword Qi of Gangwu is close, and the sword Qiguan is actually more inclined to the mind-based swordsmanship.

Anle has never learned the real practical swordsmanship. The old man taught him last night, which made up for Anle's shortcomings. The inheritance of the same swordsmanship represents the old man's recognition and heavy trust in him.

Standing up, Anle closed her eyes and let out a breath.

In front of his eyes, a light curtain suddenly appeared, and azure words flashed past.

[Fearless Mind (Tao Fruit): When a dragon fights in the wild and leaps over the border to defeat it, you can be strong and fearless, and the Tao Fruit will feed you]

Then a sense of clarity surged up from the soles of the feet, traveling through the skin, meridians, and even the inner elixir and mind.

Anle only felt that his Qi and blood had become much stronger. The inner alchemy realm he had just broken through was completely stable, and the inner alchemy was even brighter.

The sword furnace between the eyebrows, the sword energy is strong and powerful, much stronger!

If divided according to realm, today's refining gods have even surpassed the early stage and entered the middle stage.

A smile appeared on Anle's lips. For him, fighting was indeed the best way to stabilize his state and improve his strength.

After clearing away the remnants on the table, Anle went to the yard to grab Qingshan and began to practice the sword. The sword technique used was one of the three swords of Cipai taught by the old man, the bamboo branch.

The old man once said that he likes and is good at painting bamboo, perhaps because the sword technique is called bamboo branches.

I just don’t know who the beauty is that the old man said was the name for Three Swords...

Well, maybe there are three beauties... One beauties take the word card?

When my senior was young, he was also a popular figure.

Anle chuckled.

After finishing the sword practice, Anle beat the ancient demon Wu Qin for a while. After finishing the morning practice, he changed into a clean white clothes and wore a sword, Qingshan Mochi. He held a great Confucian book "Rites" and left the small courtyard while reading. .

As usual, I ate a bowl of tofu pudding in the alley and went to the edge of the West Lake. I met Liu Yue from Huating who was waiting, and the two talked for a while.

Liu Yue has never practiced Buddhism, he is just a simple scholar, so he does not know much about the battle of Xiaoshengbang last night. He just chatted with An Le, talking about literature, ink, books, fireworks and willows.

An Le seemed to have caught a glimpse of Fairy Yunrou on the West Lake last night. He remembered the agreement he had made and planned to come to keep the appointment. However, after waiting for a long time, there was no trace of the fairy. It seemed that the fairy was not going to show up today. She was indeed a person who was playing in the mortal world and skipped work. They are all magnanimous.

Thinking that Fairy Yunrou seemed to be the guardian of the Sixth Mountain Lord, Anle heard the old man say that the sword box carried by the Sixth Mountain Lord contained three thousand swords from the world of mortals, and he was accustomed to the swordsmanship of the mortal world.

Maybe Fairy Yunrou wants to understand the world of mortals, so she enters the world of mortals first?

After saying goodbye to scholar Liu Yue, Anle went to Lin Mansion.

The person who opened the door of Lin Mansion was Liu Xiang, the maid who was waiting for her every day. Seeing the happiness, Liu Xiang's eyes lit up, as if there were stars.

"Mr. An...good!"

Liuxiang looked at the handsome and charming Anle and pursed her lips.

The news of Anle's crushing victory over Wang Qinhe last night has spread. As a family of military honors, how could the Lin Mansion not know about it? Even the servants heard about it. Of course, it was Lin Zhuifeng who shouted that Master An was so powerful, and then everyone knew that Master An was so powerful.

Anle smiled gently: "Miss Liuxiang, good morning."

Miss Liuxiang's pretty face flushed instantly, and she hurried to lead the way.

"Is Madam Hua not in the mansion?" Anle asked.

"The eldest lady went out early in the morning. Recently, the eldest lady has been very busy. She always returns to the mansion very late and leaves the mansion again early in the morning." Liuxiang replied.

Anle nodded to show that he understood.

The two went straight to the martial arts hall.

They met Lin Zhuifeng, Lin Qingyin and some young masters of the Lin Mansion.

It has been a long time since Anle had a good time. Seeing these young masters, Anle suddenly felt handsome and showed a gentle and approachable smile.

Anle, who upgraded from three times a day to four times a day, was full of confidence.

Then he plucked four strands from each of the five young masters, and the five young masters were officially plucked out.

Then, he began to paint for the young masters, and Lin Qingyin was obediently learning behind.

Lin Zhuifeng had a fire stick on his waist and stared at Anle non-stop. She just loved to look at beautiful things.

In the evening, Anle finished painting and teaching Lin Qingyin, and said goodbye and was about to leave.

Before leaving the house, there was a graceful woman standing quietly in the distance. She was Ji Ying, the personal maid next to the old lady Yu, who had met once before.

Ji Ying saw Anle, bowed slowly, and smiled respectfully: "Young Master An, are you free?"

"The old lady invites you."

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