Chapter 91 Daoguo Music Kills Five, Demon-Subduing Monk Fills the Lake with Murderous Aura
Chapter 93 Daoguo Music Kills Five, Demon-Subduing Monk Fills the Lake with Murder
The curling smoke diffuses, with a light and elegant golden glow.
The ripples that rise are like stones thrown into the lake, sticking to the water flow, and swaying up and down to form waves.
It has been a long time since I have absorbed the golden years of energy. I never thought that I could get a wisp of it in the battle with Ximen Qiuhua today.
Anle was quite happy, and felt that this battle was really fruitful.
The more you absorb the years of energy, you will find that the appearance of the golden years of energy is irregular. Therefore, Anle cherishes every appearance of the golden years of energy.
A wisp of the golden years of energy can be transformed into the years of Daoguo.
The years of Daoguo can bring great help to Anle, just like this time, the Daoguo [Fearless Heart] that feeds itself with pure energy and improves its cultivation is one of the confidences that Anle dares to accumulate invincibility and walk the legendary road in such a tight time.
Because, with a fearless heart and a fearless body, the boy has the courage to overcome all obstacles along the way. And because he can get feedback on his cultivation, as long as he defeats strong enemies along the way, he will continue to become stronger, and finally stand at the top, overlooking all the mountains!
Suppress the excitement in your heart.
With a calm mind, he began to observe the turbulent years in front of him.
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The rain kept falling, and the water droplets fell to the earth, like a sharp arrow, all shot down.
Hitting the ground, bursting, showing the beauty and clarity of the moment when the ephemeral flower bloomed.
The boy stood quietly in front of the window, facing the summer rainstorm that blurred the whole world, with a scorched yellow pear wood guqin in front of him, and the strings on the guqin exuded silver brilliance.
He played slowly without knowing what he was talking about, and his fingers plucked the strings, making a humming sound.
In front of him, there was a musical score with "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" written on it. It was specially collected and given to him by the nobleman behind him.
The boy was very grateful to the nobleman behind him, because of his appreciation, he had the opportunity to practice steadily, gradually become stronger, and let his mother and himself live a good life in Linhua Pavilion.
He didn't need to worry about his livelihood, so he could study and practice well.
However, the boy had no idea about "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" because he had never been to the battlefield. He had been in Linhua Pavilion since he was a child.
The sky he saw was the sky that could be seen outside the window of Linhua Pavilion.
The farthest place he had been to was the Academy of Literature. He only knew some of the things. He had never been to the frontier to see the iron-blooded soldiers, nor had he seen the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Human.
Therefore, he could not play the emotions in the Hujia, and his state of mind was also stuck because of this, and he could not get a breakthrough.
He was helpless. Although the person behind the scenes of Linhua Pavilion said that he was talented, he still felt that he had too many shortcomings.
The door opened, and a woman dressed simply with a little pity between her eyebrows slowly entered the house. It was Ximen Qiuhua's mother.
Putting down a plate of freshly cut fruits, Ximen Qiuhua had a gentle smile on his lips. His mother sat next to him and looked at the heavy rain outside the window with him.
"You have been sitting in front of the window for a long time. On weekdays, you should be practicing the piano at this time. Are you confused?"
The woman said softly.
Ximen Qiuhua didn't want to talk to his mother about cultivation because his mother was not a cultivator, but after thinking about it, Ximen Qiuhua still spoke and gently told her about the difficulties he encountered.
The mother listened quietly for a long time, then patted Ximen Qiuhua on the shoulder: "Do you see the heavy rain outside the window? You regard every raindrop that falls as an arrow shot by the barbarians, mixed with aggressive thoughts."
"Do you still remember the hardships you encountered when you were a child? And in the north of the Canglang River, our former homeland, now trampled by the barbarians, there are too many people who are experiencing hardships a hundred times more difficult than what you endured when you were a child... You may have some insights."
"These are in the way of imagination. Later, when you step on the border and the Canglang River in person, you will truly feel the barbarity and terror of the barbarians."
The mother said softly.
"The grand events and prosperity of Lin'an are all blooming in the tragic and heroic moments of the soldiers on the Canglang River who used their flesh and blood to block the iron cavalry of the barbarians."
Ximen Qiuhua looked at his mother. His mother was educated and was once a lady from a noble family, but she suffered a great disaster and had to enter Linhua Pavilion as a dancer.
Since childhood, his mother's teachings have taught him how to be a man. Even if he lives in an environment like Linhua Pavilion, he still has to maintain the character of a scholar, not to be corrupted, not to follow the crowd, and only then can he almost change his fate.
His mother left, leaving Ximen Qiuhua who seemed to have realized something.
Ximen Qiuhua looked at the summer rainstorm, and the raindrops whose trajectories could not be seen seemed to have really turned into arrows in his pupils. They were the arrows shot by the Humans who attacked the city with bows.
A sense of depression rose in his heart, and the sound of the golden swords and iron horses seemed to ring in his ears. The bow was like thunder and the string was shocked. He listened to the roar of the soldiers and collided with the sound of the rain of arrows falling.
In the house, the sound of the zither sounded at some point. His palm was on the zither, and the strings were plucked one by one. The rapid sound overwhelmed the sound of the rainstorm.
He followed his mother's method, recalled his hard childhood, and felt the lives of those people under the Human iron cavalry, who were a hundred times more miserable than his childhood.
There seemed to be a surge of anger, slowly rising up. His misery was caused by his birth, while the misery of those people was caused by the barbarian cavalry.
The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, as if it was blended with his anger. It could no longer be called playing the piano. His palms clapped, and the sound of the piano was like horse hooves, golden swords, and broken strings.
The ancient fortress is cold with beacon fires, and the wilderness is covered with white snow.
First the Shang string is played, then the Jiao feather, and the autumn leaves in the suburbs are shocked.
Along with the sound of the piano, Ximen Qiuhua's mind is boiling. He closes his eyes and indulges in the sound of the piano. His face is full of solemnity, and the room is constantly clanging.
There is also a condensation of the soul between Ximen Qiuhua's eyebrows. At the moment when the soul is completely formed.
It explodes like a rainstorm.
Eighteen consecutive explosions, eighteen rain curtain holes are blown up.
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The picture slowly dissipates at this point.
Anle's mind withdraws, and the noisy and mixed sound of the piano is still in his ears, like the sound of the trampling of the barbarian cavalry.
Sometimes, music can be very touching and can inspire special emotions. It is a place for emotions to be vented and spread.
Ximen Qiuhua's mind method is related to music. Through the perception of music, his soul can become stronger.
Perhaps, Ximen Qiuhua wanted to go to the frontier to see the real Human cavalry and feel the real scenery outside the frontier.
In addition to following in his father's footsteps, it was also to perfect the Hujia music, to make his mind stronger, and to explore the way of music.
The night gradually turned white, and the starry sky began to gradually hide its light.
The night was about to pass, and the dim dawn came.
The cool morning breeze blew, stirring the raindrops condensed on the leaves of the old locust tree.
Anle opened his eyes and ended the observation of the golden years.
In front of him, the light curtain floated.
[Obtain the Dao Fruit of Time: Five Kills of Music]
[Note: Five Kills of Music (Dao Fruit): Gong Shang Jiao Hui Yu, the sound of the five kills, with the unique means of blending the mind and the power of sound waves, can be used to kill (can be added to any obvious carrier that emits sound waves during the battle)]
A wisp of the golden years, condensed into a Dao Fruit of Time!
Finally, a new Dao Fruit of Time was born again, the Five Kills of Music!
A killing method that combines the mind with the music can be breathtaking. When used in battle, it will definitely have unexpected effects!
However, what really concerns Anle is that the Five Kills of Music can be added to any sound wave carrier emitted in battle.
In other words, if the sound of swords or the sound of fists and feet breaking through the air in battle occurs, they may all become the carriers of the Five Kills of Music, integrating skills into it and bursting out unexpected killing!
Anle's eyes were bright and he felt a little happy.
He was not ignorant of music. Although he was an art student in his previous life, he had touched the guitar to pursue a girl. He could play a few songs and understand some string sounds. Although he was not as good as the master of the guqin, he also understood a little bit of music.
Now that he has obtained the Dao Fruit of [Five Kills of Music], it seems that Anle's memory of music has been reawakened.
Anle's eyes were bright, and his mind moved. The ink pool inserted in the old locust tree behind him shook slightly, and then rushed out violently, floating in front of Anle.
Anle's palm gently stroked the body of the ink pool sword, and then bent his fingers and knocked it.
"Dang--"
A clear sword chant suddenly burst out from the ink pool.
Anle tilted his head slightly, his mind surged, and felt that all the movements of the ink pool sword body slowed down. He could feel the sword body tremble slightly when he knocked it, and the sword body shook up and down, and the sound of the air bursting out.
"Gong!"
In the center of Anle's eyebrows, the Yuanshen sitting on the sword embryo of the sword furnace seemed to open his mouth and spit out a note.
In an instant, the sound waves vibrating above the ink pool suddenly changed and expanded, like a giant dragon coming out of the abyss, making a deafening roar!
The sword chant exploded, turning into a shock wave, and hit the old locust tree fiercely.
The trunk of the old locust tree suddenly shook, the bark cracked a little, and the leaves fell off.
Anle glanced at the old locust tree and couldn't help but pursed his lips.
The power... was unexpectedly strong.
Of course, this was because his current state of spiritual cultivation had already stepped into the fourth realm and condensed the primordial spirit.
The sword energy was close, plus the five kills of rhythm...
They could all form an unexpected explosion, catching the opponent off guard and revealing a flaw.
Anle was very satisfied with this new harvest of Tao fruit.
He sat upright under the old locust tree, his mind constantly surging, and from time to time he knocked on the sword ink pool to practice the skills of the five kills of rhythm.
Gong, Shang, Jiao, Hui, and Yu, five kinds of sound waves, layer by layer, showing an increasingly high-pitched rhythm explosion.
Tongue battles with spring thunder, finger tapping on the sword body, blood surging, and fist wind whistling can all be integrated into the five kills of rhythm!
It can be said that the acquisition of [Music Five Kills] Dao Fruit has greatly improved Anle's combat strength!
Of course, after trying, Anle now found that the five kills that his soul can withstand can only burst out to the sound of "horn". The "hui" below is quite difficult. Forcibly performing it is a big burden on the soul, but the power is relatively more terrifying.
The sound of "yu" below, Anle's soul can't bear it at all, and can't burst out.
If Anle's cultivation breaks through and his soul is strengthened, he will naturally be able to master it.
The sky is bright, and the sky is covered by dusk clouds today, without the warm sun of spring.
The sky in spring is sunny for three days and light rain for three days. I think it will be a hazy drizzle today.
Anle consolidates his cultivation in the courtyard as usual. While practicing the five kills of music, he visualizes the "Sword Waterfall Picture".
It seems that there is a new discovery that both can enhance the soul. The visualization under the fusion can even significantly improve the mind.
Of course, while tempering his mind, Anle never forgot to practice physical training, and even incorporated the Five Kills of Music into his body training.
The thousand-year-old snake demon's demon source gem on his waist released pure demon energy, which spread into his body. Anle practiced the tiger style, pushing the blood and qi, exploding under the membrane, as if there were layers of blood mist, vaguely forming the vision of the ancient demon tiger, combined with the sound of the "horn" in the five kills of the rhythm, the impact that erupted was like the ancient demon tiger really coming to reality!
Indistinctly, Anle's understanding of the ancient demon five animals seemed to be more advanced, and his inner elixir surged, as if he wanted to integrate the vision of the ancient demon five animals into it, forming a mysterious meaning.
Anle was stunned, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly had a way to practice the fourth level of body forging to understand the mysterious meaning, as if he had opened the door and suddenly became clear.
Integrate the vision of the ancient demon and form the mysterious meaning of martial arts!
The drizzle fell from a height of thousands of feet and fell into the small courtyard of Taimiao Lane, but evaporated in the rolling blood of the young man.
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The grass is wet with drizzle, and the flowers are about to sway in the cold spring breeze.
A carriage is quietly parked outside Lin'an Prefecture, and the drizzle is fine, floating between heaven and earth.
Qin Qianqiu sits in the carriage, raises his hand to lift the curtain, and looks at the official road in the distance.
Indistinctly, a figure can be seen walking slowly on the official road.
It is a monk, wearing a dirty dark blue monk's robe, a string of brown Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, each of which is engraved with a Sanskrit, wearing a bamboo hat, tall and strong, with a burly muscle, supporting the worn and dirty monk's robe.
He carries a burning iron stick on his back, and there are strange beast patterns on the stick.
He walks slowly in a pair of muddy and dirty black and white checkered cloth shoes, like an ascetic monk.
Qin Qianqiu's eyes suddenly lit up. This person was the one he liked the most among the many demon-slayers he invited, and one of the disciples of the Lotus Temple's Crossing the Sea Saint, Monk Fakong.
Even though Qin Qianqiu's mind was cut by Anle's Haoran sword energy and fell to the fetal breath, he could still feel the oppression of this monk.
The terrifying murderous intent was almost condensed into substance, as if countless demon souls were roaring miserably.
"No wonder Lin'an Prefecture Yi personally ordered to refuse entry to the prefecture. This kind of murderous aura will inevitably cause riots once it enters the city. However, it is necessary to be so fierce to have a chance to abolish Anle!"
Qin Qianqiu smiled and clapped his hands, with strange colors in his eyes.
Although he looked down on demon-slayers, because demon-slayers were not up to the standard, most of them were Jianghu practitioners who licked blood on the tip of a knife and wandered on the edge of death.
But Monk Fakong was different. He was taught by the Lotus Temple's Crossing the Sea Saint, which was enough for him to pay attention to.
The holy monk who crossed the sea was a practitioner who had suppressed a thousand-year-old monster in Lin'an Prefecture.
The monk walked in the drizzle and came on foot. As he approached the carriage, his murderous intent became stronger, but Qin Qianqiu held back his murderous intent and smiled. He invited Monk Fakong to get on the carriage.
After entering the carriage, he even made tea for Monk Fakong himself.
"One thousand Yuanling Tongbao, three Yaoling Pills, to kill this boy."
In the carriage, the charcoal stove was boiling. Qin Qianqiu pushed the brewed tea in front of the monk. Monk Fakong put his palms together, thanked Qin Qianqiu, and then picked up the teacup and drank it.
"West Lake Longjing, bitter at first and sweet later, good tea."
Monk Fakong smiled.
"Donor Qin, do you think that Anle really has a demonic aura on him?"
Monk Fakong did not talk about the one thousand Yuanling Tongbao and Yaoling Pills, but asked about Anle.
Qin Qianqiu nodded: "The courtyard rented by this boy has a female demon hidden in it. Later, the female demon left. Since then, this boy has had demonic aura. Later, he saw the Wu Kui Stone in the Martial Temple and realized the ancient demon five animals. Now the demonic aura is even stronger."
"What is the specific demonic aura, Master, just go and see it."
"This boy is now in Lin'an, extremely arrogant, and wants to cultivate an invincible force to fight many geniuses in Lin'an. Master Fakong learned from the Lotus Temple's Crossing the Sea Saint Monk and is also a descendant of a famous family. It's just right to break his spirit."
"Even if he can't kill him, it would be great to defeat him and abolish his invincibility."
Qin Qianqiu said seriously.
In fact, he didn't think that Monk Fakong could kill Anle. With the help of Hua Jiebing, Li Youan and the mysterious old uncle mentioned by Qin Xiang, Anle might not be killed.
However, as long as he won Anle in a fair challenge, Anle's invincibility could naturally be abolished.
It is possible that Anle will also be like Luo Qingchen, who will attract a weak heart and become a joke in Lin'an.
"Amitabha, for those who are possessed by demonic spirits, I will follow the master's teachings to convert him."
"Donor Qin, I accept this task."
"One thousand Yuanling Tongbao and three demon spirit pills, don't forget them."
Monk Fakong smiled.
Qin Qianqiu narrowed his eyes and drank a sip of tea: "As long as you win, these are not a problem, and the Qin Xiangfu will also treat you as a guest of honor."
"Although I have not yet stepped into the fifth realm of meditation, I can also be ranked in the top ten of the Little Saint List in terms of my strength. This boy has only cultivated the third realm of body forging, and he has just entered the fourth realm of spirit refining, and he dares to go the invincible road. It's really arrogant."
Monk Fakong clasped his hands and said: "I am willing to help him put down his arrogance and be humble in front of the Buddha."
Qin Qianqiu laughed heartily when he heard this, and endless expectations surged in his heart.
A leaf carried by the spring breeze floated over, landed on the wheel hub, and was crushed to pieces. The carriage turned and entered Lin'an Prefecture, with the hooves ticking, and slowly drove towards Qingbo Street.
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The misty drizzle was falling, and the evening clouds were heavy.
Anle finished the research and integration of the five kills of rhythm. The sword waterfall diagram plus the five kills of rhythm, combined with the increase of the eternal genius Dao fruit, Anle's mind has been significantly improved.
The cultivation of the body also gave rise to some mysterious ideas in the inner elixir. At least I know where the way is, and the breakthrough will be quick.
After changing into a clean white dress, Anle let his hair down, held up an oil-paper umbrella, and hooked his fingers. The green mountains and the ink pool came over. He put it on his waist, held a book, and read it while leaving the courtyard and heading towards the West Lake.
The clouds are green and it is about to rain, and the water is light and smoke is rising.
The West Lake in the rain has a different scenery. Anle just went to enjoy the rainy scenery of the West Lake, relax his mind that was tense by the music of the Five Killings Melting Sword Waterfall, and relax his body and mind.
Walking on the bluestone road soaked by rain, just stepping onto the white jade stairs, a spring breeze from the lake blew with a voice.
Anle couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, closed his eyes, and felt the comfort and tranquility of the spring breeze and drizzle, which relaxed his soul.
Suddenly, there was a sound of wheels rolling bluestone.
Anle slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the luxurious carriage slowly approaching on the white jade long embankment.
The thousand-year-old snake demon jade pendant on his waist trembled slightly at this moment, as if with a roar of anger.
The spring breeze and drizzle seemed to stop suddenly.
Anle looked at the carriage that was getting closer and closer from the end of the West Lake long embankment, passing through the willow branches.
The murderous aura that seemed to overflow the lake was gushing out of the carriage.
His eyes gradually became cold.
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