Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 15 Madam Picks Three Thousand Grains of Spring Rain, Gives a Breath for the Youth

An Le has never learned to fight, but fighting is a human instinct.

Wu Qin's physical training allowed him to successfully open up his energy and blood, stepping into the first realm of martial arts, coupled with the blessing of the sword dancer Daoguo, using an umbrella as a sword, he easily defeated the experienced gang thugs.

An Le saw the gap between ordinary people and practitioners for the first time.

I also really understand why there is a saying that everything in the world is low-grade, and only practice is high.

Faced with An Le's questioning, the three howling Jianghu gang thugs did not continue to insist.

They are not tough guys, and they will not insist on helping Liu Qingyan keep their mouths shut. Liu Qingyan asked them to break the practitioner's hands, is it any different from letting them die?What other obligations of confidentiality do they have?

An Le picked up the blood-stained oil-paper umbrella, and looked at one of the strong men.

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 chance to paint in the Lin Mansion, so let us break your hands!"

"Really, what we said is true! My lord, please spare me!"

The three strong men were full of fear.

Practitioners are all aloof, and they are so different from ordinary people who cannot practice. At this moment, all they have left is awe.

Painter Liu Qingyan?
An Le was stunned, he couldn't help thinking of the scene of painting in Tianbo Water Pavilion yesterday, the old painter whose painting was called shit by the chasing girl?
An Le never thought that the painter was so vicious.

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

Anle took a deep breath.

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

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

An Le didn't think about killing them, after all, he still abides by the law in his bones, but he is familiar with Huang Butou, so he can let Huang Butou capture them.

Attacking Juren in the street is enough for them to go to jail.

suddenly.

An Le looked towards the entrance of Jing Street, and the spring rain gradually became dense, and the evening clouds were low.

A timely spring rain made the sky drowsy and the day like dusk.

At the entrance of Quiet Street, a familiar carriage slowly drove in. The curtains of the carriage fluctuated with the breeze. The carriage was as luxurious as ever. Rainwater dripped down the eaves of the carriage, like interwoven bead curtains.

This carriage...

An Le remembered that when he left Lin's mansion that day, he saw this carriage, and there was a man sitting in the carriage, with a lot of time entanglement, there were dozens of strands, he was a big fat sheep.

At that time, An Le only thought that the other party was a nobleman in the nearby mansion, so she didn't care.

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

The carriage stopped ten feet away from An Le, and on the shaft, a burly coachman in coir raincoat and bamboo hat was sitting upright, holding the reins, and the extremely handsome horse was in his hands, extremely obedient.

An Le's eyes fell on the coachman. The burly coachman's body was like a hill, his blood was hidden, and he was extremely depressed. The spring rain falling from the sky distorted the route when he approached the coachman.

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

In Anle's eyes, the coachman's body is not too old, just ten wisps, not as good as the girl chasing the wind, and not as good as Fairy Yunrou, but in Anle's view, he is considered a strong man.

The most important thing is that in the carriage, the luxurious man lightly raised the corner of the curtain with his palm, and his playful and deep eyes, like the scorching sun rising in the spring rain, shone on An Le.

At that moment, An Le felt that the sky and the earth seemed to lose their color, the power of the mind that had just entered into concentration in the body was stagnant, and the qi and blood were even the frozen rivers in the north, and it was difficult to circulate.

Just meeting the eyes of the man in the carriage, I felt my heart was being held by a palm, and it began to beat violently, and began to beat continuously, the sound was like a bell, spreading to every corner of the body, as if it continued to beat like that, the heart It will make a hole like a hammered drum!
The spring rain slid down An Le's cheeks, and condensed from the tip of her chin like silk.

He closed his eyes and forcibly cut off his eyes, but the man's eyes were still shining like a scorching sun.

An Liang imagined the picture of the waterfall of swords, there is a sword falling from the nine heavens, cutting through the blazing blazing light, and the mind regains its freedom.

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

An Le mobilized the strength of her mind and wanted to control her body, but it was extremely difficult.

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

But An Le understands that he can't kneel, once he kneels, his heart of practice may be like a dusty treasure, and it will be extremely difficult to sweep away the dust.

On this day, An Le understood the two differences.

One is the gap between ordinary people and beginners.

The other is the gap between a strong practitioner and a weak practitioner, the distance between the latter...

It is even more difficult to cross than the former.

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The long Pinghu lake is close to the sky, and the drizzle is wet and light smoke.

Tianbo Water Pavilion.

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

On the big pond, the ripples are round and round, and the poetic and picturesque artistic conception is like the blank space left by the painter after splashing ink.

In the main hall of the water pavilion, Mrs. Hua is lying sideways on the couch. 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 misty.

Mrs. Hua was quietly reading "Knowledge and Action" written by the great scholar of the academy, and there was a painting on the table, which was a sketch of a beauty drawn by Mrs. Hua by An Lewei.

Her crisp white fingers turned over the yellowed pages of the book. Suddenly, Mrs. Hua paused with her fingertips, her eyelids drooping.

"Da Zhao Zhongli doesn't have much influence. The Lin family, the Zhong family, and the Ye family are the three great families of generals. But in the eyes of the Holy Master, neutrality represents the unknown. The chips formed by the three great families are too heavy... enough to stir up the situation in the temple."

"Now the deadline for the Holy One is approaching. If you fail to take that peerless step, you will have to make a choice as the heir of the Dragon Crown Prince to look forward to the continuation of the dynasty. Therefore, as far as the Holy One is concerned, it is... full of unknown anxiety, 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.

"And with His Majesty's will in mind, the nobles from all sides began to think about it, trying to find out the attitude of the three families."

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

Mrs. Hua sighed softly.

Gently closing the "Zhi Xing" in her hand, Mrs. Hua sat up, put her crystal clear feet off the couch, and stepped on the ground.

Mrs. Hua's cultivation level naturally sensed what happened on Jing Street.

At first, she didn't plan to make a move, because she was surprised to find that An Le had successfully developed Qi and blood, and stepped into the first stage of martial arts training.

But what An Le is facing is just two masters of the rivers and lakes, not practitioners, and there is no threat to An Le.

Therefore, Mrs. Hua didn't make a move, but just waited and watched.

But when the carriage appeared, the practitioners in the carriage oppressed An Le with force, trying to bend An Le's back and destroy An Le's heart...

Mrs. Hua couldn't stand it anymore.

Aside from the paintings, Mrs. Hua admired this young man very much. Although he was too late to practice enlightenment, he did not complain about himself, and his mentality was very good.

With this talent, Mrs. Hua really loves talent. Naturally, she can't look at the young man she admires. Just like this, as soon as she embarks on the road of cultivation, her heart is wiped out, and her heart is dusted.

In addition, she also knew that An Le was brought into trouble because of Lin Fu, so she had a reason to act.

The most important point is that she can't understand the bullying of the man in the carriage.

Mrs. Hua got up from the couch, stepped on the ground with crystal clear feet, and walked to the railing of the main hall, leaning her graceful figure on the railing, watching the spring rain in the sky.

The spring rain is like oil, fluttering.

The rolled up hallway wind blows continuously, causing the hot air from the boiling hot water in the pot to slant and overflow.

Looking at the spring rain all over the sky.

Mrs. Hua stretched out her crystal clear and white palm.

Facing the twilight sky, it's like picking flowers with your hands.

In an instant!

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

"A great cultivator who has passed the five realms, bullying a young man who has just started cultivating feels very fulfilling? Then I will bully you too, to see if I can achieve something?"

Mrs. Hua whispered lightly.

After that, spread your hands.

Picking three thousand grains of spring rain, splashing sword energy to shatter the blue clouds.

Just a sigh of relief for the young man.

The raindrops that solidified like ice particles were pulled like thin swords in mid-air, roaring, crossing the Tianbo Water Pavilion, the Tianbo Tower with double eaves, and the Yufang Stone Stele.

Towards the corner of the quiet street, the carriage that was bending over the boy with boundless power splashed away.

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

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

Finally moved.

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