Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 13

"Huang Butou?" An Le looked at Huang Xian, who was wearing a spring rain and hurried over, and was slightly taken aback.

The other party was in a hurry, apparently not specifically to greet him.

"Mr. An, I just went to the inn, but I didn't find you. I got told by Xiao Er that you were going to the direction of West Lake, so I came to look for you."

Huang Butou said with a smile.

After finishing his words, he clasped his fists and smiled all over his face: "First of all, congratulations to Mr. An, who was selected by the Lin family to make a picture for the young masters of the Lin family who are about to go to war."

"It's just a fluke, Mrs. Hua and Mrs. Bo Xing's paintings, so I have the opportunity to stay in Lin's residence to paint."

"I would also like to thank Catcher Huang for bringing me into the Lin Mansion."

Holding an oiled paper umbrella, An Le bowed slightly to thank her.

"Hey, it's nothing more than a little effort. It was Miss Nine who asked me to find Mr. An, and Huang was just a guide hahaha."

Huang Catcher was thanked by An Le, he was in a good mood, and smiled.

"I don't know why Catcher Huang is looking for An?" An Le asked.

"Yes, let's talk about business. I really want to ask Mr. An for something. Mr. An's painting is named after the truth. I want to ask Mr. An to make a painting."

Huang Butou said seriously.

"Painting?"

An Le wondered, "Who are you painting for?"

Huang Butou wiped his face, shaking off some spring rain stains, and said: "Mr. An, to tell you the truth, it is Huang who invited you to paint without authorization, and is a suspect pursued by a black yamen."

"The suspect doesn't have a specific appearance, but someone dictated some descriptive words, and I want to ask Mr. An to draw the appearance of the suspect with these descriptive words. Mr. An's paintings are famous for their authenticity, and may be able to restore the appearance of more suspects."

An Le couldn't help but suddenly realized when he heard this, it turned out to be a wanted painting.

This difficulty is not too big, the main thing is that even if the drawing is wrong, it will not have much impact, because there is no real appearance of the suspect.

But if there is a description of the characteristics, An Le is also sure to draw a seventy-eighth portrait, and it will be easier to arrest him.

An Le didn't refuse, Huang Butou was kind to him, and he agreed to this request.

"Then when I leave Lin's mansion today, I'll go straight to Heiya to find Huang Butou, and then I can paint."

An Le said with a smile.

Seeing Anle's happy agreement, Huang Butou couldn't help but feel happy, thinking that this young man can be dealt with.

"Huh? Mr. An, did you succeed in opening the Qi and blood?" Huang Butou noticed the hidden Qi and blood in An Le's body, and couldn't help but was shocked.

Because he remembered that An Le said that he had just practiced Enlightenment, and it was only a day later that he stepped into the first stage of body training.

This talent is a bit monster!
"Yesterday, Mrs. Hua gave me the practice books, and I used the books to step into the first realm."

An Le couldn't help showing a smile on his face, the joy of breaking through would only be happier if someone shared it.

"It seems that Mr. An is just slow in enlightenment, and really started to practice. His talent is excellent, but it's a pity that he started late." Huang Catcher felt very sorry.

The two chatted for a while, and An Le took the last wisp of time away from Huang Catcher's body.

Huang Tutou, who received An Le's promise, was still busy with his business, so he left.

Lin'an Mansion, where the spring rain continues, is among the crisscross alleys, among the high-rise buildings with cornices reflecting the sun, and among pedestrians wearing coir raincoats and holding umbrellas.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, An Le took a step forward.

Stepping on the trickle of rainwater, I gradually walked to the depths of the quiet long street.

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"An Le, a native of Chongzhou, passed the Chongzhou provincial examination last autumn, and won the Li'an exam. He is good at poetry and painting. He has never practiced Enlightenment. He has no physical training. He is not a practitioner."

There is a towering restaurant on the side of the long street, with hexagonal eaves, carved beams and painted buildings, luxurious and noble decoration, named: Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

There are three famous buildings in Lin'an Mansion, namely Wanghu Tower, Linhua Pavilion and Zuilong Pavilion.

Because Drunken Dragon Pavilion is close to the depths of the long street and adjacent to many noble mansions, the business is quite good, the contacts are all dignitaries, and the wine and dishes are all excellent, so the prices are also high.

Rumor has it that the Drunken Dragon Pavilion has a palace background, and you can even drink the fine wines in the palace, such as rose dew and Zui Liuxia.

Liu Qingyan spent huge sums of money to set up a seat by the window on the third floor of Drunken Dragon Pavilion. On the table was a pile of pork heads, a plate of fried beef, and drunken clouds from the palace.

In front of Liu Qingyan was Anle's message.

"This young man is still a Juren? Let me break the hands of a Juren? I..."

Liu Qingyan's face was dark, and his mood was complicated.

I thought this young man was just like an ordinary painter, with an ordinary identity, nothing unusual, but he never thought that he was actually a young man.

"But fortunately, this son is not a practitioner, so it is much easier to handle."

"Mr. Na Luo also promised me that he will arrange for me to leave Lin'an Mansion safely after I finish my dirty work. I... have no choice."

Liu Qingyan sighed, the dispute between the nobles and the random waves can make them unable to control themselves.

This is a proper way to ask Liu Qingyan to take the blame, but can he refuse?
If he refused, he might die faster than that young man.

Picking up the blue and white cup, narrowing his eyes, he took a sip of the fine wine, Zui Liuxia, and with this sip, five taels of silver were gone.

He picked up two or three pieces of beef and looked out the window while chewing.

From this position, you can see the location of Jingjiekou.

If you want to go to Lin's Mansion, you must pass through Jingjiekou. The reason why Jingjiekou got the name of Jingzi is because it is located at the intersection of the streets and alleys of dignitaries' mansions and the busy main road.

The common people and small vendors dare not enter the quiet street, for fear of disturbing the nobles.

And the nobles seldom go to the quiet street on weekdays.

This section of the road is sparsely populated and is the best starting point.

"Mr. An, if you want to blame me, I'll blame you for taking the old man's chance and disrupting the nobleman's plan..."

"It's a pity, this can draw a good hand."

Liu Qingyan shook his head, thinking that An Le's hand, which was drawing a fake sketch, was about to be interrupted, he couldn't help but feel a little happy, and drank two cups of Zui Liuxia one after another.

Liu Qingyan, as a painter who can monopolize the painting business for the girls and oirans in the floating flower boats, naturally has a lot of means. In addition to his excellent painting skills, there is another point that he colluded with gangs and raised some thugs.

Many painters who intended to compete with him for business suffered a lot, or broke their hands, or tied stones and sank into the lake. No matter how bright and beautiful the city is, there will always be trails of stinky mice walking. Liu Qingyan himself is wearing a A stinky mouse with the identity of a master.

The nobleman looked for him and asked him to make a choice, whether to repay the five hundred Yuanling Tongbao, or to interrupt An Le's painting hands.

For Liu Qingyan, there is not much meaning to choose.

Of course, it is to return to the old business and interrupt Anle's hands!
Even though he might offend the Lin family because of this, with Young Master Qin covering him, he can be safe and worry-free.

After chewing the beef in his mouth, Liu Qingyan picked up the wine cup and glanced at the quiet street. In the continuous spring rain, a figure holding an umbrella appeared.

A table in Tsing Yi held an oil-paper umbrella, like a big flower blooming under the spring rain, strolling from the garden.

"Entering the Lin Mansion to paint, and going to the Lin Mansion, the young man is so proud of the spring breeze at this moment."

"But soon, it will be so sad."

Liu Qingyan narrowed his eyes, the coldness flashed by, and he drank the drunk Liuxia in the cup in one gulp.

with a snap.

The wine cup was slammed on the table, squinting through the drizzle, watching the good show on the quiet street.

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Anle holds an umbrella, and the spring rain like oil gathers into a trickle, flowing between the bluestone gaps.

The surroundings became more and more quiet, pedestrians gradually disappeared, and they were separated from the noise and hustle and bustle. In the depths of the quiet street were the residences of the nobles. The nobles like quietness, so the noise cannot be approached.

The green clothes were flying, and the sleeves were slightly wet by the spring rain.

As An Le walked, he was thinking about how to distribute the three wisps of time energy he had just absorbed.

Cultivation genius Dao fruit, blessed with three strands, slightly improved An Le's cultivation talent.

In addition, "Five Birds Exercise" and "Sword Waterfall Picture" can also bless the energy of time, and Anle has never been blessed. As for the sword dancer Daoguo, Anle has not been blessed either.

There are too many items to bless and improve.

This made him sigh softly, it's still too old.

Entering the Lin Mansion today, one must absorb a lot of energy from the years.

However, Mrs. Hua's age can't be squeezed out, and it would take a day to squeeze it out, which is too much of a waste of opportunity.

Ok? !

An Le, who was immersed in thinking about how to distribute the energy of time, was suddenly taken aback.

A little bit of mental power from the meditation practice gave him a warning sign in his heart!
He turned his head sharply.

But in a deserted alley on Jing Street, three big men in short jackets covered their mouths and noses with various colored triangle scarves, and looked at him with a grim smile.

Breaking the hand of a weak painter is very familiar to this group of habitual offenders raised by Liu Qingyan.

They like to listen to the voices of those self-proclaimed literati howling miserably.

"You are An Le?"

The first one, a big man with a red triangle scarf, asked.

"If someone buys your hands, reach out wisely and ask us to interrupt, so you can save yourself a severe beating."

Just as the big man was talking, he rushed out from the alley.

The falling spring rain was shattered by his body, vaguely covering the misty human-shaped water mist!
In just a few steps, he rushed to An Le's side.

The gigantic fist was struck by Zhao Zu's long fist from the bad street. Although he didn't have the blessing of blood, he punched well. He was looking forward to seeing the frightened and desperate face of the young man under the oil-paper umbrella, as well as the pitiful howl that was about to sound .

however.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, the young man frowned, looked at the approaching big man covering his mouth with a red scarf, and tilted his head.

Thirteen styles of five birds and fierce tigers!
Qi and blood circulate, and energy is self-generated!
There seems to be the sound of tigers roaring in the mountains and forests!
The traces of spring rain on the boy's body were fried into gouache!
The big man only felt that the frail young man in front of him suddenly turned into a colorful tiger!

(End of this chapter)