Chapter 74: The legend of the legendary number one scholar, the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple teaches the Three Swords of Ci [Please order for the first time!]

After returning from thousands of miles away, my face becomes less and less beautiful, and when I smile, I still smell the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Anle returned to the yard holding an oil-paper umbrella, and her heart felt peaceful.

Although he almost defeated Qinhe, the former eighteenth king of the Little Saint List, with a crushing attitude, he did not feel proud.

The pattering of spring rain echoed in the alleys and courtyards, which was quite crisp and sobering.

With a flick of the finger, Mochi and Qingshan swept out, and expertly and accurately inserted it into the hole of the old locust tree without damaging the other bark of the old locust tree, causing the branches and leaves of the old locust tree to tremble slightly.

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

"came back."

The old man laughed, poured a glass of warm old yellow rice wine, and pushed it on the table to a comfortable position.

Anle sat on a small chair and drank it all in one gulp, dispelling the cold spring chill in his body.

"How does it feel? Wang Qinhe is able to be placed in the hope of the prince's government and exchange large resources for a small holy order. He is still somewhat talented. Can you gain something from this battle?"

The old man poured himself a drink, looked at the spring rain at night, and asked.

Anle took a sip of wine, held the wine cup, thought for a moment, and said solemnly: "Wang Qinhe still underestimated me."

"He is a level higher than me in the realm of body training, and he has stepped into the four realms to understand the mysterious meaning. However, he did not take advantage of the body training. He was too careless and was suppressed by my ancient demon tiger style explosion, thus losing his ability.

Got a head start."

Anle reviewed the battle scene and analyzed it.

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

"Since I can be promoted to the Little Saint Ranking, it means that even the Holy Mountain admits that I am no longer weaker than him in terms of hard power, but he didn't go all out when he made a move against me and still had reservations."

"This is the main reason for his defeat. In the end, he used Wu Tongxuan to release the sword python, which is extremely powerful. If he used the power of Tongxuan to suppress me the moment he got close to me, maybe I would have to spend more money.

some means."

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

The old man nodded appreciatively: "It seems that you have seen things thoroughly. Of course, it is because Wang Qinhe does not have the belief that he will defeat you. If he had this belief, it would be difficult for you to fight this battle, unless you have a bigger trump card.

"

An Le nodded solemnly. Indeed, in tonight's battle, he did not want to see him win easily, but in fact, finally breaking through Wang Qinhe's sword energy, dragon python martial arts profound meaning, had already exhausted the mental power accumulated by the sword furnace.

Coupled with the success of the Ancient Demon Five Birds at the beginning, they were able to press forward step by step, overwhelming Wang Qinhe until he could not breathe, and finally won.

But if Wang Qinhe were more cautious and kept delaying, with the strength of the martial arts body of the four realms and the interference of martial arts mysteries, Anle might really be dragged down.

At that time, Anle may have to use the power of the Dao Fruit [Hao Qi Yin].

The old man poured a glass of wine for Anle, and they drank it together.

The rain was pouring in the courtyard, and the leaves of the beaten old locust trees were swaying.

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

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

The old man didn't show off and pointed at the raindrops falling from the sky.

"With the victory in this battle, do you feel that your confidence has grown and a belief has grown?"

"Just like water dripping onto a stone, one drop may not mean anything, but if tens of millions or billions of drops fall on one spot, it will be shocking and the water will penetrate the stone."

"You cross the border to defeat Wang Qinhe and accumulate a belief in victory. As you fight more and more, your belief will become stronger."

"Where does the heroic spirit come from? It comes from the heart, and the heroic spirit is not blind. It requires strength, record, and trump cards as the confidence. A heroic army that has won every battle can dare to smash the opponent to pieces when facing an army ten times its size.

It is precisely because of the pride and belief that victory brings.”

The old man looked at An Le, with a bit of expectation in his eyes. Perhaps he saw his former self in the young man today, so high-spirited that the old man couldn't help but think of giving guidance and inheritance.

He is an old uncle of the royal family, but since Zhao moved south five hundred years ago, he has drawn a line with the royal family and has no interest in the royal family at all.

The nobleman sitting in the Taixuan Palace once wanted him to pass on Qingshan's sword skills to the children of the royal family.

But he was rejected by Zhao Huangting. The old man never married and had no descendants. His inheritance only depends on fate.

When the fate comes, it will naturally spread.

Now, the young man in green clothes in front of him is his fate, Zhao Huangting.

Grinning, the old man looked at An Le: "Winning every battle is a way to cultivate invincible faith and heroism. The purpose of the existence of the Little Saint List is actually to cultivate your faith in victory. Wherever faith reaches, gold and stone will be opened.

"

An Le heard the words and seemed thoughtful.

When he defeated Wang Qinhe, Anle felt a heroic attitude surge in his heart. At that moment, he felt confident and the tiger in his heart roared.

Perhaps this is the change in belief brought about by victory.

"Li Youan followed this path back then. Why is he called the legendary number one scholar... Do you know?" The old man drank a glass of old rice wine and said.

Anle shook his head. He indeed knew very little about the deeds of the legendary number one scholar Li Youan, and he had not gained enough time and energy to do so.

Maybe you can find an opportunity to take a look at the life of this legendary number one pick and see if you can observe 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 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, and the first place in the examination will be held 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 then I climbed the mountain to talk to the Holy Master."

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

"Do you think it can be called a legend?"

An Le couldn't help but yearn for it after hearing it. The legendary number one scholar could indeed be called 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 battlefield of Canglang River. He started as a centurion and earned money by killing enemies.

With military merit, he was promoted to deputy general in just one year."

"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 already cooled down, 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 high hopes for you. I hope that you can also be invincible with the courage and courage to win consecutive victories.

All the way to the top of the Little Saint Ranking, Chunwei ranked first!"

The old man's eyes sparkled and he said.

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

Not to mention others, just Zhao Jiu and Zhao Xianyou, who are number one on the Little Saint List, are complete monsters, 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 shrink back 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 found you very pleasing to the eye, 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 dance slowly 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 that fills the courtyard hangs upside down in the sky, not a drop of it falls 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 romantic scene.

…

…

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

Wang Qinhe, the prince of 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 mastery of calligraphy has attracted praises from the masters, turbulent the academy, and all the literati.

understood.

Therefore, when the overnight spring rain stopped and the dawn had not yet become clear, the news spread throughout Lin'an.
To be continued...