Anle has never learned to fight, but fighting is human instinct.

The Five Birds Strengthening Technique allowed him to successfully open up his energy and blood, and step into the first realm of martial arts. Coupled with the blessing of the Sword Dancer Dao Fruit, he used an umbrella as a sword and easily defeated the experienced gang thugs.

For the first time, Anle saw the gap between ordinary people and practitioners.

I also truly understand why there is a saying that everything in the world is of inferior quality, only those with high cultivation can do so.

The three wailing Jianghu gang thugs did not persist in the face of Anle's questioning.

They are not tough guys, and they will not insist on keeping Liu Qingyan secretive. If Liu Qingyan asks them to break the practitioners' hands, is it any different from asking them to die? What obligation do they have to keep secrets?

Anle picked up the blood-stained oil-paper umbrella and looked at one of the strong men in the world indifferently.

The strong man looked at Anle, endured the pain, and said, "It's Liu Qingyan, the painter Liu Qingyan!"

"He is jealous of your painting skills and hates you for taking away his opportunity to paint in the Lin Mansion, so let us break your hands!"

"Really, what we said is true! Please forgive me, sir!"

Three strong men, full of fear.

The practitioners are all aloof, and they are as different from ordinary people as they are who cannot practice. At this moment, they only have awe.

Painter Liu Qingyan?

An Le was stunned. He couldn't help but think of the scene of painting in the Tianbo Water Pavilion yesterday. The old painter whose paintings were called shit by the girl chasing the wind?

Anle never thought that the painter could be so vicious.

"Just because my paintings are better than his and I took away his opportunity to paint in the Lin Mansion, he wants to break my hand?"

Anle took a deep breath.

The spring rain fell thinly and sprinkled on his face and skin, making him feel a bit cold in his heart.

Liu Qingyan is the mastermind, so these thugs are unforgivable.

Anle didn't think about killing them. After all, he still obeyed the law in his heart. However, he was familiar with Huang Captou, so he could let Huang Captou capture them.

Assaulting Juren in the street was a crime that could send them to jail.

suddenly.

Anle looked at the entrance of the quiet street, where the spring rain was falling gradually and the dusk clouds were low.

A timely spring rain makes the sky dark and the day seems like dusk.

At the entrance of the quiet street, a familiar carriage was slowly approaching. The breeze was blowing, and the curtains of the carriage were undulating. The carriage was as luxurious as ever, and the rainwater dripped along the eaves of the carriage, like an intertwined bead curtain.

This carriage...

Anle remembered that when he left the Lin Mansion that day, he saw this carriage. There was also a man sitting in the carriage. The energy of the years was so entangled that there were dozens of strands, making him a real big fat sheep.

At that time, Anle only thought that the other party was a noble person from the nearby mansion and didn't care.

But now, the appearance of this carriage is somewhat meaningful.

The carriage stopped ten feet away from Anle. On the shaft of the carriage, a burly coachman wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat sat upright, holding the reins. The extremely handsome horse was in his hands, extremely well-behaved.

Anle's eyes fell on the carriage driver. The burly coachman was as tall as a hill, his blood was obscured, and he was extremely depressed. The spring rain falling all over the sky distorted the line when he approached the coachman.

Obviously, this coachman's martial arts training must be extremely high.

In An Le's eyes, this coachman's age energy is not too much or too little, just ten strands, not as good as Miss Zhui Feng or Fairy Yunrou, but in An Le's opinion, he can still be considered a strong person.

The most important thing is that in the carriage, the luxurious man gently lifts a corner of the curtain with his palm, his playful and deep eyes are like the scorching sun rising in the spring rain, shining brightly on Anle.

At that moment, Anle felt as if the world had lost its color. The power of mind and spirit that had just entered concentration in his body was stagnant, and his energy and blood were like the frozen rivers in the north, unable to move at all.

Just meeting the eyes of the man in the carriage, I felt my heart being grasped by a hand, and began to beat violently. It began to beat continuously. The sound was like a loud bell, spreading through every corner of my body. As if it continued to beat like that, my heart continued to beat.

It will make a big hole like a war drum being exploded by a hammer!

The spring rain slid down Anle's cheek and condensed like silk from the tip of her chin.

He closed his eyes and forcibly blocked his gaze, but the man's gaze was still shining like the blazing sun.

Anguang's imaginary sword waterfall picture shows a sword falling from the sky, cutting through the blazing rays of light, and regaining one's mind.

However, the beating of the heart was still unstoppable, and it was still beating violently, as if it was about to explode out of the chest.

Anle mobilizes the power of the mind and wants to control the condition of the body, but it is extremely difficult.

His legs began to tremble slightly, as if he couldn't help it, so he knelt on the alley ground soaked by the spring rain and bent his spine, which symbolized dignity.

But Anle understood that he could not kneel down. Once he knelt down, his cultivation heart might be like a treasure covered in dust. Sweeping away the dust would be extremely difficult.

On this day, Anle understood the two differences.

One is the gap between ordinary people and novice practitioners.

The other is the gap between strong practitioners and weak practitioners. The distance between the latter...

Even more difficult to cross than the former.

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The long flat lake is close to the sky, and the drizzle is moist and light.

Tianbo Waterside Pavilion.

A spring rain makes the scenery of the waterside pavilion even more beautiful.

On the large pond, the ripples are round and round, creating a poetic and artistic conception, just like the blank space after splashing ink in a painter's pen.

In the main hall of the water pavilion, Mrs. Hua is lying on the couch on her side, her plump and graceful figure is like a ripe peach, showing her charm. On the stove, red charcoal is boiling water, and the boiling water is misting with heat.

Mrs. Hua was quietly reading "Zhi Xing" written by the great scholar of the academy. There was also a painting on the table, which was a sketch of a beautiful woman painted by Mrs. Anle.

Her white fingers turned over the yellowed pages of the book. Suddenly, Mrs. Hua paused her fingertips and lowered her eyelids.

"There are not many neutral forces in Great Zhao. The Lin family, the Zhong family, and the Ye family are the three major general families. But in the eyes of the Holy Lord, neutrality represents the unknown. The chips formed by the three major families are too heavy... enough to stir up the power of the temple."

"Now that the Holy Emperor's deadline is approaching, if he fails to take that unparalleled step, the Crown Prince will have to make a choice to look forward to the continuation of the dynasty. Therefore, from the perspective of the Holy Emperor, neutrality is... full of unknown uneasiness, and

Can not control."

Being neutral now does not mean being neutral in the future. The Lin family, the Zhong family and the Ye family are like mountains between the temples, which is enough to break the balance of any party.

"But with the Holy Spirit's intention in front of them, the nobles from all sides began to think about it and wanted to find out the attitudes of the three families."

"Now... even cats and dogs dare to show off their power in front of my Lin Mansion."

Mrs. Hua sighed softly.

Gently closing the copy of "Zhi Xing" in her hand, Mrs. Hua sat up, put her crystal feet down from the couch, and stepped on the ground.

With Mrs. Hua's cultivation, she could naturally sense what happened on the quiet street.

She didn't plan to take action at first, because she was surprised to find that Anle had successfully opened up his Qi and blood and entered the first level of martial arts body training.

However, Anle faced only two masters in the world, not practitioners, and there was no threat to Anle.

Therefore, Mrs. Hua did not take action, but just waited and watched.

But when the carriage appeared, the practitioners in the carriage used their power to oppress An Le, trying to bend An Le's back and destroy An Le's heart...

Mrs. Hua couldn't stand it anymore.

Regardless of the painting, Mrs. Hua still admires this young man. Although he started to practice cultivation too late, he does not feel sorry for himself. His mentality is very good. He has been in trance for three moments and his energy and blood have been opened up overnight.

With this talent, Madam Hua really started to love talents. Naturally, she couldn't look at the admiring young man. Just as he embarked on the path of spiritual practice, his spirit was wiped out and his Taoist heart was dusted.

In addition, she also knew that Anle was in trouble because of the Lin Mansion, so she had a reason to take action.

The most important thing is that she can't stand the man in the carriage bullying the weak.

Mrs. Hua stood up from the couch, her glittering soles stepping on the ground, and walked to the railing of the main hall. She leaned against the railing with her graceful figure and watched the spring rain in the sky.

The spring rain is like oil, floating and falling.

The wind that rolled up through the hall kept blowing, causing the hot steam from the boiling hot water in the pot to tilt and overflow.

Looking at the spring rain in the sky.

Mrs. Hua stretched out her crystal white palm.

Facing the dusk sky, it's like reaching out to pick flowers.

Instantly!

The spring rain over the entire Tianbo Water Pavilion stopped abruptly, as if flowers were being picked one by one.

"A great practitioner who has passed through the five realms, bullying a young man who has just started practicing, feels very accomplished? Then I will bully you too, and see if I can achieve something?"

Mrs. Hua murmured lightly.

After that, spread your hands.

Pick three thousand grains of spring rain and sprinkle the sword energy to break the blue clouds.

Just for the sake of the young man.

Raindrops solidified like ice particles were pulled in mid-air like thin swords, whistling across the Tianbo Water Pavilion, over the double-eaves Tianbo Tower, and across the stone monument and jade square.

Heading towards the quiet street, the carriage was forcing the young man to bend over with boundless power.

A corner of the curtain raised by the carriage suddenly floated up, as if cut off by a sharp edge, and fell weakly to the water-logged ground, floating like duckweed on it.

In the carriage, there was a tall man with a normal expression.

Finally moved.

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