Chapter 91: The Five Kills of Dao Guo's Yin Lü, The Fierce Monk Who Destroys Demons Leaves Killing Qi Filling the Lake

Wisp after wisp of smoke diffused, carrying a faint elegant golden radiance. The ripples that emerged were like pebbles dropped into a lake, clinging to the flowing water, creating waves that bobbed up and down. After a long time without absorbing the flowing golden years' qi, I never expected that today's battle with Xi Men Qiu Hua would actually yield a wisp. An Le was quite delighted, feeling that this battle was truly a rich harvest. The more one absorbed the years' qi, the more one realized that the appearance of flowing golden years' qi was unpredictable. Thus, An Le cherished every appearance of the flowing golden years' qi. A wisp of flowing golden years' qi could transform into a years' dao fruit. The years' dao fruit could bring An Le great assistance, just like this time's self-feedback clear qi to elevate cultivation, the dao fruit without fear of heart was one of the foundations for An Le to dare to accumulate an invincible momentum and walk the legendary path within such a tight time frame. Because, with the fearless heart, bearing fearlessness, the youth naturally had the courage to cut through thorns and brambles, and moreover, through the ability to get feedback on cultivation, as long as one defeated strong enemies along the way, one would continuously become stronger, finally standing at the peak, overlooking all other mountains. Suppressing the agitated thoughts in his heart. His mind settled and focused, beginning to contemplate the scene of the years unfolding before his eyes. Rain fell incessantly, raindrops flying down to the human world like sharp arrows, all shooting down. They struck the ground, bursting open, displaying the beauty and transparency like the fleeting moment of a camellia in full bloom. The youth stood quietly by the window, facing the hazy summer storm that obscured the entire world, with an ancient qin placed before him, its strings emitting silver light. He didn't know how to play, slowly plucking the strings, fingers manipulating them, producing buzzing and tinkling sounds. Before him lay a qin score, written on it the Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia, which was something collected by his benefactor behind him and gifted to him. The youth was very grateful to the benefactor behind him, because of the other's recognition, he had the opportunity to cultivate steadily, slowly becoming stronger, allowing his mother and himself to live a good life within the Lin Hua Pavilion. He didn't need to worry about livelihood, allowing him to read and cultivate properly. However, for the Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia, the youth had no clue in his heart, because he had never been to the battlefield; from childhood to now, he had been in the Lin Hua Pavilion. The sky he saw was all the sky visible outside the Lin Hua Pavilion windows. The farthest place he had gone was the Wen Yuan; he only knew some "what is that", never having gone to the borderlands to see the iron-blooded generals, nor having seen the brutality and ferocity of the Hu barbarians. Therefore, he couldn't play the emotions in the Hu Jia; his mind and spirit realm was stuck because of this, unable to break through. He was quite helpless, although the existence behind the Lin Hua Pavilion said he had talent, he still felt he had too many shortcomings. The door opened, a woman wearing simply, with a trace of "I see you pity" emotion in her brows entering the room slowly, that was Xi Men Qiu Hua's mother. She placed down a plate of freshly cut fruits, Xi Men Qiu Hua's lips curved up with a gentle smile, the mother sitting beside him, looking out at the storm together. "You've been sitting by the window in a daze for a long time; ordinarily, at this time, you should be practicing the qin; have you encountered some doubts?" the woman said softly. Xi Men Qiu Hua originally didn't want to tell his mother about matters related to cultivation, because his mother was not a cultivator, but after thinking, Xi Men Qiu Hua still opened up and lightly described his encountered difficulties. The mother listened quietly for a long time, then patted Xi Men Qiu Hua's shoulder: "Have you seen the storm outside the window? Treat every raindrop falling as arrows shot by the Hu barbarians, mixed with invading intentions. Do you still remember the hardships you encountered as a child? In the north of Canglang River, our former homeland, now trodden under the Hu barbarians' feet, there are too many common people suffering hardships a hundred times more than what you endured as a child; perhaps you will have some insight. These are in the form of imagination; when the time comes, you personally step into the borderlands, step to the shores of Canglang River, then you will truly feel the barbarism and terror of the Hu barbarians." The mother said softly. "The grandeur and prosperity of Lin'an are all contained in the heroic deeds of those soldiers who used flesh and blood to block the Hu barbarian iron cavalry from the shores of Canglang River." Xi Men Qiu Hua looked at his mother; his mother had read books, once a lady of a great family, only that encountering great calamity, had to enter the Lin Hua Pavilion as a dancing girl. From childhood, the mother's teachings were to teach him to be a person; even living in an environment like the Lin Hua Pavilion, he should maintain the qualities of a scholar, not mingling with the turbid, not following the waves, only then could he change fate almost. His mother left, leaving Xi Men Qiu Hua who seemed to have gained some insight. Xi Men Qiu Hua gazed at the summer storm; those raindrops without track seemed, in his pupils, to truly turn into arrows, arrows shot by the Hu barbarians attacking the city with bows. A sense of depression rose in his heart; the sound of golden weapons and iron horses seemed to ring in his ears; he heard the warriors' roars colliding with the sound of arrows falling. At some point in the room, qin music sounded; his palm rested on the ancient qin, strings being plucked one by one, the rapid sounds covering the sound of rain falling. Following his mother's method, he recalled his own hard childhood, empathizing with the lives of people who were a hundred times more miserable than his childhood under the Hu barbarian iron cavalry. There seemed to be a surge of anger rising slowly; his misery was due to his birth, while those people's misery was due to the Hu barbarian iron cavalry. The qin music became more rapid, as if fused with his anger, it could no longer be called playing the qin; he slapped with both palms, the qin music like horse hooves, like golden weapons, like broken strings. Ancient fortress gloomy, beacon fire cold; vast wilderness deep, flying snow white. First brushing Shang string then Jiao feather; four corners autumn leaves startling sadly. With the qin music, Xi Men Qiu Hua's mind was like boiling; he closed his eyes, immersed in the qin music, his face filled with solemnity, the room clanging continuously. In Xi Men Qiu Hua's brow, a soul was condensing; at the moment when the soul was completely formed. The curtain-like storm exploded. Eighteen sounds in a row, bursting eighteen rain curtain voids. The scene slowly dissipated at this point. An Le's mind exited; the jumbled and messy qin music still lingered in his ears, like the sound of Hu barbarian iron cavalry trampling. Music sometimes moves the heart, can stimulate special emotions, is the place for emotional release and propagation. Xi Men Qiu Hua's mind method was related to music; through comprehension on the music, his soul could become more tenacious. Perhaps Xi Men Qiu Hua wanted to go to the borderlands, also intending to see the true Hu barbarian iron cavalry, to feel the true scenery of the frontier. Besides chasing his father's footsteps, also to perfect the Hu Jia qin music, to make his mind grow stronger, also to explore the way of music. The night gradually turned white, the sky full of stars began to gradually hide their light. Night receding, the dim dawn descended. The cool morning breeze blew, stirring the raindrops clinging to the old locust tree leaves. An Le opened his eyes, ending the contemplation of the flowing golden years. Before his eyes, a light screen floated. Obtained years dao fruit: Musical Rhythm Five Kill. Note: Musical Rhythm Five Kill dao fruit: Gong Shang Jiao Hui Yu, the five kills' sound, using a unique method of mind and spirit fusion, the power of sound waves can be displayed to kill and be supported on any obvious carrier emitting sound waves in the battle process. A wisp of flowing golden years' qi condensed into a years' dao fruit. Finally, a new years' dao fruit was born again: Musical Rhythm Five Kill. A method of killing using mind and spirit fusion with music, which can captivate the heart and soul, and when used in battle, will definitely have unexpected effects. However, what truly made An Le care was that this Musical Rhythm Five Kill could be supported on any sound wave carrier emitted during battle. That is to say, if the sword chimes, the breaking sounds from fist and feet in battle, perhaps all could become carriers for Musical Rhythm Five Kill, integrating techniques into it, bursting out unexpected kills. An Le's pupils were bright, feeling somewhat delighted. As for music, he was not ignorant; in the previous life he was a fine arts student, but also had played guitar due to chasing a girl, could play two small tunes, knew some string sounds, although not as good as ancient qin masters, but also roughly understood some music. Now that he had the Musical Rhythm Five Kill dao fruit, it seemed to have reawakened An Le's memories of music. An Le's pupils were bright, his mind moved; the ink pool inserted behind him on the old locust tree swayed slightly, then flew out, floating before An Le's body. An Le's palm lightly stroked the ink pool sword's body, then curled fingers and tapped. "Dang" A clear and crisp sword chant suddenly burst forth from above the ink pool. An Le slightly turned his head, his mind surging, feeling that everything moving in the ink pool sword body slowed down; he could feel the sword body trembling slightly when he tapped it, shaking up and down, the sound bursting out striking the air. "Gong" In An Le's brow, the soul sitting on the sword furnace heart sword embryo seemed to spit out a note. Immediately, the vibrating sound waves above the ink pool suddenly changed, being expanded, like a great dragon coming from the abyss, issuing a deafening roar. The sword chant exploded, turning into a shockwave, fiercely crashing into the old locust tree. The old locust tree's trunk suddenly shook, some bark cracking, fluttering leaves falling. An Le glanced at the old locust tree, involuntarily pursed his lips. The power was unexpectedly powerful. Of course, this was because his current refinement of spirit realm had already stepped into the fourth realm, condensing the soul. Sword qi near, plus Musical Rhythm Five Kill. Both could form unexpected explosions, letting opponents be caught off guard, revealing flaws. For this newly obtained dao fruit, An Le was quite satisfied in his heart. He sat cross-legged under the old locust tree, his mind constantly surging, tapping the sword ink pool from time to time to practice the techniques of Musical Rhythm Five Kill. Gong Shang Jiao Hui Yu, five kinds of sound waves, layering and progressing, displaying increasingly high-pitched musical explosions. Tongue fighting spring thunder, finger tapping sword body, qi and blood surging, fist wind whistling all could be integrated into Musical Rhythm Five Kill. It could be said that obtaining the Musical Rhythm Five Kill dao fruit greatly increased An Le's combat strength. Of course, now An Le, after trying, found that his soul could withstand the five kills' sound only up to the "Jiao" sound, the following "Hui" was quite strenuous, forcibly using it was a significant burden on the soul, but the power was even more terrifying relatively. The following "Yu" sound, An Le's current soul could not bear at all, unable to explode. If An Le's cultivation broke through, the soul enhanced, then naturally could master it. The sky brightened, today's dome was again covered by evening clouds, no spring day's warm sun. The sky of spring day, three days small rain three days sunny, I think today it would be another hazy fine rain. An Le as usual consolidated his cultivation in the small courtyard, while practicing Musical Rhythm Five Kill, contemplating the Sword Waterfall picture. It seemed there was a new discovery; both could enhance the soul, and the contemplation under integration could even let the mind and spirit improve significantly. Of course, while refining the mind and spirit, An Le also did not forget the body forging cultivation, even incorporating Musical Rhythm Five Kill to forge the body. The thousand-year snake demon's origin jade by his waist released pure demon qi, strands of it seeping into the flesh; An Le practiced the Tiger Form, qi and blood pushing, bursting under the skin, seemingly layers of blood mist permeating, vaguely forming the image of an ancient demon tiger,配合 the "Jiao" sound of Musical Rhythm Five Kill, the bursting impact, like truly like an ancient demon tiger arriving in reality. Vaguely, An Le's understanding of the ancient demon five beasts seemed to have reached a higher level; the inner pill surged, as if wanting to integrate the image of the ancient demon five beasts into it, forming mysterious meaning-like. An Le couldn't help but be stunned; his eyes brightened; the cultivation of the fourth realm of body forging, the mysterious meaning of Tongxuan suddenly had a way, like pushing open a door, suddenly enlightened. Integrate ancient demon images, form martial dao mysterious meaning. Fine rain fell from ten thousand zhang high, falling into the small courtyard of Tai Temple Alley, but evaporated in the youth's rolling qi and blood. Grass color all through fine rain wet, flower branches wanting to move spring wind cold. A carriage quietly stopped outside Lin'an Prefecture, fine rain drifting, drifting between heaven and earth. Qin Qianqiu sat in the carriage, lifted the curtain to look at the distant official road. Vaguely, one could see on the official road, a figure slowly walking. That was a monk, wearing a dark blue dirty monk robe, a string of brown Buddhist beads hanging from his neck, each bead engraved with a Sanskrit, head wearing a hat, tall and burly, a body of burly muscles, stretching the old and dirty monk robe. He carried a burning iron rod on his back, with strange beast patterns on the rod. Stepping on a pair of muddy and dirty black and white grid cloth shoes, slowly coming, like a penance monk. Qin Qianqiu's eyes suddenly brightened; this person was the one he invited among many demon subduers, the most promising one, one of the disciples of the Lotus Temple's Saint Monk Who Crossed the Sea, Fa Kong Monk. Even though Qin Qianqiu's mind was cut by An Le's vast sword qi, falling to fetal breath, he could still feel the oppression from this monk's body. Terrifying killing intent, nearly condensing into substance, like countless demon souls shrieking miserably. "Why is it that he was personally ordered by Lin'an Prefecture to reject him outside the prefecture; this kind of killing qi, once entering the city, would surely cause turmoil; but, it is exactly to be this ferocious, only then is there a chance to cripple An Le." Qin Qianqiu rubbed his palms and laughed, his eyes full of unusual colors. Although he looked down on the demon subduers, because the identity of demon subduers was not on the table, mostly some knife-tip licking blood wandering on the edge of death, jianghu cultivators. But Fa Kong Monk was different; his master was the Saint Monk Who Crossed the Sea of Lotus Temple, enough for him to value. The Saint Monk Who Crossed the Sea was a cultivator who had suppressed a thousand-year great demon in Lin'an Prefecture. The monk walked in the slanting wind and fine rain, approaching the carriage, the killing intent more and more intense, but Qin Qianqiu endured this killing intent, revealing a smile; he invited Fa Kong Monk to board the carriage. Entering the carriage, he even personally brewed tea for Fa Kong Monk. "One thousand origin spirit Tongbao, three demon spirit pills, cripple this child." In the carriage, the carbon furnace boiled, Qin Qianqiu pushed the brewed tea to the monk's front; Fa Kong Monk clasped his palms, thanking Qin Qianqiu, then picked up the teacup and drank. "Cypress tea from West Lake, bitter first then sweet, good tea." Fa Kong Monk laughed. "Qin benefactor, you say that An Le really has demon qi permeating his body." Fa Kong Monk did not mention the one thousand origin spirit Tongbao and demon spirit pills, instead asked about matters related to An Le. Qin Qianqiu nodded: "This child's rented small courtyard originally hid a female demon; later the female demon left, and since then, this child has had demon qi on his body; later in Wu Temple observing the Martial Kuishi, he even comprehended the ancient demon five beasts; now the demon qi is even stronger. "How the specific demon qi is, the master going to observe once will be fine." "This child now in Lin'an, is extremely arrogant, wanting to nurture an invincible momentum, fighting against many geniuses in Lin'an; Fa Kong Master, his master is the Saint Monk Who Crossed the Sea of Lotus Temple, also is from a famous family; exactly to break his sharpness. "Even if can't kill, defeat him, cripple his invincible momentum is also very good." Qin Qianqiu said seriously. He actually didn't think Fa Kong Monk could kill An Le; with the help of Hua Jie Bing, Li Youan, and the mysterious old emperor uncle mentioned by Qin Xiang, An Le might not be killed. But as long as in a fair challenge he defeated An Le, naturally could cripple An Le's invincible momentum. It's not impossible that An Le would also like that Luo Qingchen, bring a tofu-like dao heart, becoming a joke in Lin'an. "Amitabha, those with demon qi entangled, this poor monk must abide by the master's teachings to convert him. "Qin benefactor, this task, this poor monk accepts. "One thousand origin spirit Tongbao, three demon spirit pills, benefactor must not forget." Fa Kong Monk laughed. Qin Qianqiu narrowed his eyes, drank some tea: "As long as you win, these are not problems; the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion also regards you as a guest at the table. "The little monk although has not stepped into the fifth realm of sitting in forgetfulness in refining spirit, but by his own strength can also enter the top ten of the small saint list; this child's cultivation of forging body is only three realms, refining spirit just entering four realms, dares to walk the invincible path, is really a bit arrogant." Fa Kong Monk clasped hands: "The little monk is willing to pour cold water on his arrogance, in front of the Buddha to be humble." Qin Qianqiu hearing this, immediately burst into laughter, his heart surging with endless expectations. A leaf lifted by spring wind floated over, landing on the carriage wheel hub, being crushed to pieces; the carriage turned and entered Lin'an Prefecture, hooves clattering, slowly driving towards Qingbo Street. Monstrous fine rain drifted, evening clouds deep. An Le ended the research and integration of Musical Rhythm Five Kill; Sword Waterfall plus Musical Rhythm Five Kill, combined with the amplification of the Ten Thousand Ancient Marvelous Talent dao fruit, An Le's mind and spirit had a significant improvement. The forging body cultivation also had some mysterious meaning born inside the inner pill; at least knew the way, the breakthrough would be soon. Changed into a clean white shirt, An Le let his hair loose, holding up an oil paper umbrella, curling fingers to hook, the green mountain and ink pool flew over, tied to his waist, holding a book, watching while walking out of the small courtyard, heading towards the West Lake. Clouds green green want to rain, water clear clear be born smoke. The West Lake in the rain had a different scenery; An Le just went to appreciate the West Lake rain scene, relax the tightly bound mind and spirit with Musical Rhythm Five Kill fused with Sword Waterfall, relax body and mind. Stepping on the rain-wet blue stone road, just stepping on the white jade steps, a spring wind from the lake carrying the sound came. An Le's lips involuntarily curled up; he closed his eyes, feeling the comfort and tranquility that relaxed the soul in the spring wind and fine rain. Suddenly, the fine sound of carriage wheels rolling on the blue stone came. An Le slowly opened his eyes, turning his head to look at the luxurious carriage slowly driving on the white jade long embankment. The thousand-year snake demon's origin jade pendant by his waist trembled slightly at this moment, like carrying a roaring anger. The spring wind fine rain seemed to suddenly stop. An Le looked at the carriage coming from the end of the West Lake long embankment, through the willow branches, getting closer. Observing the killing qi surging in the carriage as if overflowing the lake. His eyes gradually cooled down. PS: Seeking monthly tickets to rush to the new book chart, just short three names to enter the top ten, seeking recommendation tickets for support. "Brother Shen" "Hmm" Shen Changqing walking on the road, encountering familiar people, they would greet each other or nod. But no matter who. Everyone's faces had no extra expressions, as if indifferent to everything. Regarding this. Shen Changqing was already accustomed to it. Because here was the Demon Subduing Division, a mechanism to maintain the stability of Great Qin, mainly responsible for killing demons, demons, and weird creatures, of course also some other sideline businesses. It can be said. In the Demon Subduing Division, everyone on hand was stained with much blood. When a person is accustomed to life and death, then for many things, they become indifferent. At the beginning when coming to this world, Shen Changqing was somewhat unadapted, but after a long time, he got used to it. The Demon Subduing Division is very large. Those who could stay in the Demon Subduing Division were all experts with strong strength, or people with potential to become experts. Shen Changqing belonged to the latter. Among them, the Demon Subduing Division was divided into two occupations, one was Guardian Envoy, one was Demonic Extermination Envoy. Any person entering the Demon Subduing Division started from the lowest level Demonic Extermination Envoy, Then step by step promoted, finally hoping to become Guardian Envoy. Shen Changqing's previous life was a trainee Demonic Extermination Envoy in the Demon Subduing Division, also the lowest grade among Demonic Extermination Envoys. With the memories of the previous life. He was also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Subduing Division. Without taking too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of a pavilion. Unlike other places in the Demon Subduing Division full of killing intent, this pavilion seemed like a crane standing among chickens, in the blood-soaked Demon Subduing Division presenting different tranquility. At this time the pavilion door was open, occasionally someone coming in and out. Shen Changqing merely hesitated a bit, then stepped in. Entering the pavilion. The environment suddenly changed. A scent of ink mingled with a faint bloody smell rushed to the face, making his brows instinctively frown, but quickly relaxed. The bloody scent on every person's body in the Demon Subduing Division was almost impossible to wash away.