Chapter 85 Who in the World Doesn’t Know You? Refining the Spirit and Transcending the Secular World to Become the Primordial Spirit

In front of the Prime Minister Qin's residence, silence was like a spring breeze, passing through the long street inside and outside.

Everything happened too suddenly, no one had ever thought that Qin Qianqiu would be frightened by Anle's majestic sword energy, cut off his spiritual cultivation, and fell to the ground.

Even the powerful practitioners in the Prime Minister Qin's residence did not have time to react, mainly because Qin Qianqiu had the Vajra Bell on him, which was a third-grade Buddhist bodyguard magic weapon from the Lan Ke Temple.

Even if Luo Qingchen, who had broken through the fifth realm, tried his best, it would be difficult to break through the defense. Anle was only at the double third realm now, how could he break the Vajra Bell?

But Qin Qianqiu still suffered a disaster. Anle's sword energy actually ignored the Vajra Bell of the Lan Ke Temple, burning Qin Qianqiu's mind like a bright sun, cutting off the resentment and malice contained in Qin Qianqiu's heart.

Directly caused Qin Qianqiu's mind to be damaged, and his spiritual cultivation level fell.

In the Qin Xiangfu, a powerful mental power swept up in anger, but it was quickly suppressed.

Exerting mental power in front of the three Wenyuan masters was a bit of a small witch in front of a big witch.

"This is the Haoran sword energy. It is not that Master An took the initiative to cut it, but Master Qin had evil intentions towards Master An and wanted to deal with or even harm Master An with dark and evil methods, so he was cut by the Haoran sword energy."

The third master Wang Banshan said lightly.

In his words, he was trying to excuse Anle.

Anle, in the public eye, triggered the Haoran of the Wenqu Monument. Now the Wenyuan regards Anle as a real treasure, and wants to hold him in his hands, and even wants Anle to join the Wenyuan, so naturally he has to speak for Anle.

Previously, Prime Minister Qin believed that Anle had cheated, and Qin Qianqiu even wantonly spread this rumor in the streets of Lin'an Prefecture, intending to slander Anle and destroy Anle by using the method of public opinion to destroy gold and accumulated slander.

All this happened because of the jealousy of those Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list of the Academy of Literature, and the Third Master naturally could not let Anle suffer any more grievances.

The mental power that rose from Prime Minister Qin's mansion was immediately suppressed. The mind of the Third Master was like a mountain, which made that existence unable to rise at all.

The first Master Zhu Huoxi did not watch coldly, but also released his mind, which was as vast as an abyss, causing the mental energy in Prime Minister Qin's mansion to stagnate and be suppressed.

As for the Second Master, his expression was complicated. After all, he was on good terms with Prime Minister Qin, so he could only choose to watch at this moment.

But the release of the minds of the first and third masters was enough.

Everyone looked at the pale-faced Qin Shaogong sitting in front of his own mansion, and all of them showed sneers and disdain on their faces.

Obviously, the rumors that slandered Anle must have come from the young master of Qin Xiangfu, who was spreading rumors and fanning the flames.

He acted like a villain, had sinister thoughts, and felt guilty, so he was cut off by the sword energy as bright as the sun.

After being pressed into the diamond bell by Luo Qingchen last time and beaten like a turtle, the young master of Qin's mansion now has more jokes.

It was in front of his own mansion that he was frightened by Anle's sword, cut off his dark thoughts, and fell into the world of refining spirit and returned to the fetal breath.

He wanted to use rumors to weaken Anle's spirit and hinder Anle's smooth path of cultivation.

But it caused him to suffer a disaster, his mind fell and his breath was lost. It was really a case of losing more than stealing a chicken, which was ridiculous.

The dignitaries in Lin'an Prefecture, after dinner, I'm afraid they will have another topic to talk about.

It's different from Wang Qinhe's challenge to Anle and being defeated by thunder. After all, Wang Qinhe fought openly, but Qin Qianqiu was just a sword that easily broke through the state of mind of the soul refiner. The gap is too huge.

But everyone also understood and saw the difference between a true genius and an ordinary practitioner.

On the quiet street.

Anle didn't even look at the embarrassed Qin Qianqiu.

Haoran, what is Haoran?

A sage once said: Its energy is the greatest and the most rigid. If it is cultivated directly and harmlessly, it will fill the space between heaven and earth.

Haoran is a kind of bright and upright power, which needs to be cultivated with an upright mind. Those who hold Haoran will have a strong state of mind, just like the sun hanging in the sky, shining brightly, and darkness and demons will have nowhere to hide.

Therefore, Anle naturally looked down on Qin Qianqiu, whose spirit was cut by Haoran's sword energy.

It was because of his sneaky thoughts that he was targeted by Haoran's sword energy.

Even if the other party is the young master of Prime Minister Qin, so what

The noble status does not necessarily represent integrity and guiltlessness in behavior.

Holding an empty wine pot and wearing the Qingshan Mochi sword on his waist, the Haoran sword energy dissipated, like a breeze blowing around his body, puffing up the wide sleeves of the young man's white clothes.

Anle laughed softly, and his voice echoed in the long street, like a spring breeze.

"Those who left me, yesterday's day cannot be kept, those who disturbed my heart, today's day is full of worries"

"If life is not satisfactory, I will go boating tomorrow with my hair down."

The sleeves fluttered, like a romantic madman, or a free and easy poet.

The figure walked out of the quiet street step by step and stepped onto the long street again.

The onlookers involuntarily stepped aside to make way for him to move forward until the figure of the young man disappeared in the crowd.

Everyone knew that after today, Anle would be famous all over the world, no longer just famous for his ink bamboo paintings, his fame would be like the poem that the young man recited before.

Who in the world doesn't know you.

"Hahaha good boy, really cool"

In the crowd, the old man in the Taimiao saw Anle leaving in a chic way, announcing to the whole world that he could not cheat in a nearly straightforward way, and it was like slapping Qin Xiang in the face, saying that Qin Xiang was blind.

This really made Zhao Huangting feel refreshed. This kind of temperament of not wanting to bear the gossip and compromise to live is really what Zhao Huangting likes.

Of course, Zhao Huangting also knew that because of the support that Haoran sword energy brought to Anle, Haoran was the most rigid and masculine, and it also integrated the Qingshan sword energy, which was upright and incorruptible.

The fusion of these two forces naturally created Anle's temperament of not wanting to give in easily and being content with the status quo, which led to this hearty drinking and spitting out three thousand poems, proving the pride of a scholar.

If Anle compromised and endured rumors and slander from all sides, his state of mind would be humiliated, Haoran would also be damaged, and the brilliant sun would set in the west, and the glory would dim.

In more serious cases, it would even cause the collapse and disappearance of Haoran sword energy and the loss of Qingshan.

Zhao Huangting had not left yet. He laughed unscrupulously in the same place, waiting for a long time to see the subsequent reaction of Qin Xiangfu.

Although the first and third masters of the Academy of Literature have taken action to suppress the minds of the powerful practitioners in Qin Xiangfu, the attitude of Qin Xiang is the most important.

Therefore, Zhao Huangting still stayed here, intending to deal with the tail of some things for Anle.

If Qin Xiang really wanted to punish Qin Qianqiu because of Anle's Haoran sword energy, then Zhao Huangting would tell Qin Lishi why the flowers are so red.

However, after waiting for a long time, Qin Xiang still did not express anything, as if he had swallowed this loss silently.

Maybe he didn't want to fall out with the Academy of Literature, or maybe he really couldn't lose face.

Qin Qianqiu's mind was cut off and his cultivation fell. It was all caused by his own incompetence. It was already a joke in itself. If Qin Xiang continued to pursue this matter, it would only add to the jokes.

Let's not talk about whether Anle, who was jointly guaranteed by the Academy of Literature and the Lin Mansion, can be captured. After all, the nature of capturing Anle has changed now, and it is no longer because of the fraud case.

If it was a fraud case, because it involved serious matters, it was in the name of the Great Zhao Dynasty. Even if the Academy of Literature and the Lin Mansion wanted to protect An Le, it would not be easy. But now, Prime Minister Qin sent Qin Qianqiu to apologize, which showed his attitude.

Continuing to arrest An Le was purely a personal grudge, and the Lin Mansion would naturally fight to the end.

Therefore, Prime Minister Qin gave up, and he could only swallow this loss today.

In front of Prime Minister Qin's mansion, all forces knew that the matter had been settled, and they did not stay and retreated.

Zhao Huangting laughed and left. Madam Hua was as happy as spring breeze, smiling, and also asked people to drive the carriage and leave in front of Prime Minister Qin's mansion.

Cao Fu, the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple, looked in the direction of An Le's departure, and was also extremely surprised. He never thought that the young man would break the situation in this way, and he really succeeded in breaking the situation.

Prime Minister Qin mentioned that An Le was involved in fraud, which was a thunderbolt disaster for any spring examinee, and he must go to the prison of the Dali Temple.

By then, they would be tortured into confessing, and all kinds of means might appear.

Cao Fu knew this very well, so he understood how difficult it was for Anle to break the situation, but the young man just walked to the front of Qin Xiangfu, asked for a table and a chair, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and he broke the situation.

"I am not afraid of being torn to pieces, but I want to leave a clear name in the world, what a great An family."

Cao Fu laughed and was quite interested in Anle.

Compared with those Confucian scholars who were jealous of talents on the Wenqu list of the Academy of Literature, Anle, a scholar who was full of righteousness, upright, unyielding, and unyielding, was really a clear stream.

If there was a chance, I would definitely have a good drink with Anle.

Then, Cao Fu clasped his fists in the direction of Qin Xiangfu, walked towards the three Confucian scholars who were in a state of dismay, and began to sort out the manuscripts of poems on the ground.

These pens, ink, paper and inkstones were all provided by him, and these manuscripts of poems were all his.

Cao Fu picked up a page of the manuscript, looked at the praiseworthy verses on it, and a hint of doubt flashed through his heart.

Are these poems really copied?

But in fact, it doesn't matter whether they are copied or not. Poems are just weapons and means for Anle to break the shackles. Even if they are copied, they can attract the noble spirit on the Wenqu Monument, which is already unusual.

After putting away these poems, Cao Fu couldn't help but show a touch of joy on his face.

Some dignitaries who were watching the excitement also noticed these poems and came over to ask Cao Fu for one or two manuscripts.

Cao Fu was not willing to do so. Even though these dignitaries were of extraordinary status, Cao Fu had a knife to catch thieves on his waist, and he was very imposing and confident.

Until a Diao Si in black appeared, Cao Fu's face suddenly collapsed.

This Tong Diao Si was a favorite of the emperor. Coming to ask for the poems meant that the person in Tianxuan Palace was also paying attention to this matter. These poems could not be kept.

Many dignitaries saw this and did not dare to ask for them anymore.

As expected, Tong Diao Si took the manuscript away, leaving only one page for Cao Fu.

Cao Fu's heart was bleeding, but he could only sigh.

Fortunately, some well-informed literati and poets wrote down most of the poems. After sorting them out, they could also form a collection of poems by An Dajia, which would spread throughout Lin'an.

An Le left Jingjie, his mind was peaceful, and the great sword energy on his body slowly dissipated, completely eliminated, and restrained in his body.

He did not return to the small courtyard on Taimiao Street, but came all the way to West Lake.

He wore white clothes that were whiter than snow, with two swords on his waist, strolling along the long embankment of West Lake, with the spring breeze and the warm sun brushing his body.

The new water on the bank saw the blue sky, and the distance between the two in the middle of the stream suddenly became far away.

The beautiful scenery of West Lake cultivated his sentiments, and An Le's boiling mood gradually calmed down. In the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows, the sword energy in the sword furnace was clanging, and a majestic mind was constantly brewing.

Today, he proved his innocence in front of the Prime Minister of Qin's house and recited hundreds of poems. Each poem he recited was vaguely connected to the figure of Haoran in the Wenqu stele. Perhaps it was the style of the poems and the nature of the poems. Resonance generated by IXing.

In the vast world, romance always ends.

This is indeed a bit beyond An Le's expectations. An Le's original intention was to prove his innocence with his own Haoran sword energy, but he never thought that he would attract Haoran from the Wenqu Monument.

Perhaps because of this act, he expressed his true feelings, had a clear conscience, and proved his innocence. As a result, Haoran's sword energy became stronger and he had more control over Anle.

The connection with Qingshan has also improved a lot, and he seems to be closer to Qingshan within Qingshan.

He who was once at the foot of the mountain may one day actually set foot on the green mountain and climb the mountain.

But this time the reward is more than that.

There is not much change in the energy and blood of the body forging, but leaving aside the promotion of Mochi, the mind is strengthened by it, vaguely implying a breakthrough.

If it was not possible before, but after Daoguo transformed into an eternal genius, even though he had not been blessed with any age energy, he still had a fundamental improvement from eternity to eternity.

Therefore, the transformation of the innate Taoist fruit made Anle's mind directly increase this time.

The beautiful scenery of West Lake is refreshing.

Suddenly, there were waves rippling in the lake, and a small boat came slowly. Fairy Yunrou, who was wearing a light gauze on the boat, rested her legs on a Jiaowei guqin, and looked at Anle with a chuckle.

The slender white fingers gently plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano rang out.

"Mr. An, please."

Fairy Yunrou said.

An Le clasped his fists and bowed, then the sword energy lingered around his body, and his body floated up, making a few ripples on the surface of the West Lake, and landed on the boat.

The two sat opposite each other, the music of the piano sounded leisurely, and the water of the West Lake rippled lightly, as if they were playing music for them.

An Le sat in the boat, closed his eyes, and listened to the music. His mind became more peaceful. The sword energy of the sword furnace in the center of his eyebrows was sonorous, and the vague shadow of the soul seemed to open his eyes and begin to transform.

Fairy Yunrou glanced at Anle, with a hint of surprise and surprise in her eyes.

Although she couldn't see through Anle's cultivation because of the green mountains, she could feel the fluctuations in Anle's mind at this moment, which was a sign of breakthrough.

A peaceful mind may be able to gather the soul.

No words were spoken to disturb him, but the Lin'an Mansion that had already been disturbed by today's events was noisy and boiling. An Le stopped in front of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, drank wine and recited three thousand poems, and the story of proving his innocence was also widely spread.

She originally wanted to ask, but now Guan'an wanted to break through, so she played the piano music with all her strength.

With her mind and heart intertwined in the sound of the piano, Fairy Yunrou also felt the pride, righteousness, uprightness and uncompromising quality of the young man.

She is very different from the Flower Boat Man.

Viewing the world of mortals is also a unique experience.

The sound of the piano is repeated three times and then three times, and the strings are playing again and again, rising and falling, as if they are walking in the world of mortals, leisurely in the world of mortals, bold and heroic.

By the West Lake, willows blow in the wind.

Li Youan and Zhao Huangting stood quietly under the willows, looking strange.

"I was originally worried about this kid's mood, but I never thought that he would come to the West Lake to listen to music. It really blinded me." Zhao Huangting couldn't help but laugh and cry when he saw the joy of boating.

"The Sixth Mountain Lord and Mountain Guard's Red Dust Song calms the mind, stabilizes the mind, and allows for breakthroughs. It's quite good."

"What emerged from his body was Haoran's sword energy. Haoran was drank by Qingshan before. It was actually the sword energy of Qingshan that melted into a powerful force. But it also tested the character of the sword holder. Haoran's sword energy was bright and upright, as bright as the sun. It needs to be nurtured with integrity, unyieldingness, pride, and benevolence and morality. If you slack off even a little bit, it will wither like a spent flower.”

Li Youan said softly: "This is a difficult road to walk."

"But this is a road that can be climbed high, maybe a road that can break through the ten realms." Zhao Huangting said with a smile, admiring it and looking at the boy boating on the lake with satisfaction.

"The road to the ten realms is so long, how can we say that he can reach the ten realms now?"

Li Youan shook his head, not too sure and optimistic.

"He has received too little training and knows too little about this world. There are too many injustices in this world and there are too many things that make him feel aggrieved. If he wields the awe-inspiring sword energy, the injustices he sees in his eyes will come one after another. , Injustice is everywhere in Lin’an, and it’s even more shameful to talk about it in the world.”

"Facing one wave of injustice after another, it is still unclear whether he can continue to uphold his true intentions."

“Too many people’s hearts have been sharpened and their fighting spirit has been weakened after seeing many injustices.”

Li Youan shook his head.

"If nothing else, let's just say that the Canglang River, which crosses Yuanmeng, is the greatest injustice and has dampened the morale of many practitioners."

"Since he wields Haoran Sword Qi, he is bound to run into him."

"The awe-inspiring sword energy in his hand can cut off this river and cut off all injustices."

Hearing this, Zhao Huangting smiled sarcastically: "Then let's wait until he hits the river and settle the injustice. Before that, I will take him across the river to see the land of Middle-earth and the glorious mountains and rivers of the past. Let him We know how beautiful our Middle-earth is.”

"I don't have much time. I am happy to be able to choose the next sword holder for Qingshan. I am even more happy to see Qingshan melt into the vastness."

"I am not his teacher. The little girl Hua Jie Bing lit a green lantern for him on his way to practice, and the old man broke through some of the fog for him, so that his awe-inspiring sword energy and the direction of the sword will all have a direction."

After the words fell, Zhao Huangting stopped talking and turned around with a chuckle, his wide-sleeved plain clothes and white eyebrows rippling in the wind.

Li Youan was stunned, and then his expression became extremely complicated.

"Youan, let's go. Don't be in a daze. I'll treat you to the old yellow wine in Yanchun. I've tried countless fine wines, but the yellow wine still tastes good. According to what the boy said, the wine contains the flavor of human life, which is very comfortable."

The old man's words came from the swaying willow branches.

Li Youan smiled and followed.

On the West Lake.

The sound of the piano floating in a boat.

Wait until the setting sun shines on the ripples.

On the boat, Anle raised his hand and touched his forehead. The sword furnace in his forehead clanged and the sword light was bright.

Fairy Yunrou, who was playing the music, suddenly stopped playing and pressed her palm on the Jiaowei Guqin. The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and her eyes were full of shock and sigh.

The surrounding lake water suddenly exploded, as if it had rained heavily. The falling rain was all carrying the sharp sword energy, like a sword waterfall falling.

Anle opened his eyes and watched the thousands of sword waterfalls.

The corner of his lips raised.

In the sword furnace between his eyebrows, on the sword embryo of his mind, a little figure sitting on the sword embryo was no longer a phantom, but completely condensed into shape.

The countless lake waters that fell down intertwined and gathered behind him to form a water man.

The water man sat cross-legged on the West Lake, reflecting the setting sun in the west, refracting the light, shining with golden light, like a gorgeous golden body.

This day.

Anle's mind crossed the secular world into the Yuanshen.

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"Brother Shen"

"Yeah"

When Shen Changqing walked on the road, if he met someone familiar, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it was.

Everyone had no extra expressions on their faces, as if they were indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing was accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an institution that maintains the stability of Daqin, its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, of course, there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone's hands are stained with a lot of blood.

When a person is used to life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon Suppression Division is very large.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

The Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian and the other is the Exorcist.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of the Exorcist,

and then is promoted step by step, and finally has the hope of becoming a Guardian.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was an apprentice Exorcist in the Demon Suppression Division, and also the lowest level of the Exorcist.

He has the memory of his predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take too long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that were filled with solemnity, this attic seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally someone came in and out.

Shen Changqing hesitated for just a moment, then stepped in.

Entering the attic.

The environment changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood came to his face, making him frown instinctively, but then he quickly relaxed.

The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was almost impossible to clean.