Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 27

The bright moon streams cold shadows, and the low tide turns back to the corridor.

The evening wind blows away the evening clouds, and the moonlight pours down, casting from the window, covering Luo Qingchen standing in front of the window.

The coachman was tall and tall, and he respectfully clasped his fists in response.

"The young man is doing as usual. He just moved out of the inn today and moved to his residence in Taimiao Lane. He goes to the Lin Mansion to paint and work every day as usual."

The coachman thought of something, and said: "By the way, this young man also made three wanted pictures for Hei Ya, to help catch criminals."

Luo Qingchen, who was leaning on the window sill, couldn't help shaking his head when he heard what the coachman said.

"This young man is really not affected at all, and he lives so comfortably... I am so heartbroken because of him, why does he live so comfortably?"

"It's hard to calm down."

It's hard to calm down, there seems to be a fire burning in my heart.

The dusty Dao heart made him need to vent his emotions.

Luo Qingchen walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looked at the sky covered by the evening clouds, and said slowly: "Lao Luo, you just said that he made paintings for Heiya to help arrest criminals?"

The coachman clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Yes, the painting is realistic. It is not easy for the criminal to hide, and he is doomed."

"With Hua Jiebing protecting him, if I seriously attack the boy again, Hua Jiebing will definitely dare to kill me."

"Hua Jiebing seems to be the boy's guardian..."

"The majestic Jade Guanyin condescends to be a young man who has just completed the enlightenment of practice, flushed away his energy and blood, and is worthy of entering meditation..."

"I think I really appreciate this young man."

Luo Qingchen raised her hand, as if she wanted to pick up the moonlight sprinkled on the window sill, but there was not much emotion in her eyes.

"The black yamen hunt down all the practitioners in the rivers and lakes, all of them are vicious. This young man paints for the black yamen. It is reasonable for the criminal to kill the young man because of this?"

Inside the house, the coachman was stunned for a moment.

"Go ahead, make arrangements. Hua Jiebing appreciates this young man so much. Perhaps, the key to washing away my dusty Dao heart lies in this young man."

Luo Qingchen waved his hand.

The coachman folded his fists and lowered his head: "Here."

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Just when An Le was immersed in consolidating the realm of fetal breath that had just been broken through, the old man took the painting and left the small courtyard, but his face was full of joy and excitement.

He didn't go back to the Taimiao. The octagonal double eaves and steeple-roofed Taimiao pavilions were brightly lit, and the fires inside were radiant and fragrant. However, he passed the gate of the Taimiao directly and set foot on Qingbo Street.

"Although An Xiaoyou's paintings do not contain much power of mind and spirit, they are precious in that they use ink and wash to draw bamboo, which is enough to form a school of its own. In addition, this inscribed font also has a unique flavor, which is strange and correct. It's not just scribbling."

"This kind of bamboo painting has to be judged by the old guy from the Academy of Arts."

The old man stood on Qingbo Street, with a smile on his face, and then walked towards the direction of Wenyuan, the speed was getting faster and faster, and the bluestone on the ground seemed to be compressed and pulled.

After a while, they came to the Academy of Arts.

The Wenyuan, also known as the Academy, was first built 8000 years ago. After the emperor who unified the world and practiced disciplinedly established the Wenyuan and Wu Temple, he died in the middle of the road.

Later dynasties inherited the School of Literature and the Academy of Martial Arts. Countless children of wealthy families and aristocrats from countless aristocratic families would choose to practice in the Academy of Arts or the Temple of Martial Arts based on their respective strengths.

Nowadays, most of the high-ranking officials and nobles in the court come from the Academy of Arts and the Temple of Martial Arts.

The old man passed through the white jade archway of the Academy of Arts, and went to a remote pavilion with ease. When he reached the front of the building, he was told by the book boy in front of the door that there was no one in the pavilion.

"Senior, it has been three days since the teacher left the School of Literature to visit Lord Sixth Mountain." Shutong said respectfully.

Hearing this, the old man stroked his long eyebrows: "The old man should go directly to the Sixth Mountain, and it's a waste of time."

With a mutter, clouds of smoke appeared under the old man's feet, and it seemed to be surrounded by clouds in the dark night.

In the next instant, he soared into the sky, escaped into the sky, and left Lin'an Mansion.

Mu Yun was overwhelmed with coldness, and Yin Han turned the jade plate silently.

sixth mountain.

The holy mountain ranks sixth under the command of the holy mountain, so it is called the sixth mountain.

There are flats in the mountains, and there are pavilions on the flats. As the stars move, the pavilions seem to have existed since ancient times, and time and years can't affect them in the slightest.

The old man floated down on the mountain plain, hunting in the wind in plain clothes.

Between the leisure pavilions, there are two figures playing chess, one is an old man in a Confucian shirt, with white hair, and the years have left ravines on his body.

The old man is holding the white stone at the moment, his brows are furrowed.

The other person, dressed in white, looks like a young man, meticulous and serious, with a huge pine sword box on his back, sitting on a hollow carved stone chair in the pavilion, which looks a bit weird.

"Hahaha! Old man, you are indeed here!"

As soon as the old man's feet hit the ground, he immediately laughed to attract attention.

But none of the two people in the pavilion even glanced over.

"You two, don't act as if you haven't seen the old man! This time the old man is not here to fight with you, but he has something good to share!"

The old man jumped a little when he was provoked by the two's ignoring attitude.

"Zhao Huangting, don't make any noise. I'm going to win the Six Mountain Lord in this game of chess. If you quarrel, I'm going to lose again." The old man in Rushan didn't even raise his head, but said with disgust.

"Bah! The old man in the middle of the mountain, you smelly chess basket, don't blame the old man!"

The old man immediately turned back angrily. When he came, the pavilion in the mountain, which was supposed to be quiet under the stars and moon, turned out to be much noisy.

In the leisure pavilion, the middle-aged man carrying the pine sword box looked as indifferent as ever, as if nothing could stir up waves in his heart.

The old man Zhao Huangting thought for a while, stepped into the pavilion, took out the scroll, and slowly opened it.

"You all know that I, Zhao Huangting, am excellent at painting bamboo, but today, I accidentally got a picture of bamboo and stone in black and white. I use ink to paint bamboo. Just take a look."

The old man raised his chin and said.

The picture scroll spread out.

As the breeze blew, there seemed to be the whirling sound of a sea of ​​bamboo, accompanied by the sonorous sword intent and the tenacious gentleman's will.

The old man in a Confucian shirt held a white piece in his hand, and his movements froze.

The sword box behind the white-clothed middle-aged man suddenly had a sword current overflowing, and the sword box trembled slightly, as if there was a sound of sword chant.

The eyes of the old man and the middle-aged man in white all had a strange look in their eyes.

He turned his head and looked to the side, the unfolded picture scroll illuminated by stars and moonlight.

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The next day.

The warm spring sun shines on the earth.

An Le slowly opened his eyes from the courtyard, the old pagoda tree with lush branches and leaves swaying gently in the spring breeze, shedding the fresh smell under the morning light.

After consolidating the mind for one night, the fetal breath of the second stage of refining the gods was successfully stabilized.

The power of the mind that was originally boiling was also relieved a lot like gurgling water.

Stand up and practice the five birds in the courtyard, tiger pose, bear pose, deer pose, ape pose and bird pose, all of which are performed, the blood is boiling, and the strength is carrying the wind.

However, he didn't activate the monster energy in the demon-quenching jade to temper his body, the main reason is that he was going to the Lin Mansion to paint and work soon, if he tempered his body, he would get blood all over his body, which was quite troublesome.

After the five birds were beaten, An Le's body was like a furnace, and the heat was billowing.

Breathing out a mouthful of turbid air, the mind of the fetal breath makes An Le's whole temperament more dusty.

Holding the imperial examination sage book in hand, An Le left the small courtyard while reading. After eating a bowl of bean curd for breakfast at the entrance of Taimiao Lane, he read the book and walked to the edge of the West Lake.

The West Lake in the morning light is sparkling, and the ripples of the flower boats are shining brightly. An Le walks along the long embankment of the West Lake and reads books.

On the banks of the embankment, many literati and poets have already gathered, not reciting poems and articles, talking about flowers and willows, and gossiping about the latest interesting things that happened in Lin'an Mansion.

With a strong mind, An Le even accidentally overheard a discussion related to himself, which was about the recruitment of painters in Lin's residence.

Smiled, calmed down.

Fireworks and willow banks, quietly watching the books of sages and sages.

After a while, Fairy Yunrou came with her sword, and arrived as promised. An Le held the book in his hand, and glanced over, extracting the spirit of time one after another. His mind, after growing up, made him absorb three wisps of spirit of time from Fairy Yunrou today .

From the second man a day to the third man a day!

The corners of An Le's lips curled up, in a good mood.

Fairy Yunrou landed on the flower boat, felt something in her heart, and saw that handsome and elegant young practitioner again.

I didn't see it yesterday, but I came here again today. It's strange that I'm a cultivator, but I can only watch from a distance.

Fairy Yunrou nodded slightly towards Anle, then turned back into the flower boat, and then there was the ethereal sound of the zither floating on the West Lake, as if urging the sky to rain.

As soon as the daily teasing of Fairy Yunrou was over, An Le headed towards Lin's mansion.

Today, I have absorbed three wisps of time energy from Fairy Yunrou, and adding the original eleven wisps, it will be fourteen. The family has a lot of money, and Anle is on the way to Lin's mansion, thinking about how to distribute it.

It was the door opened by the pretty maid from yesterday, and the maid blushed a little when she saw that she was happy.

An Le smiled softly: "Good morning, Miss Liuxiang."

"Hello, Mr. An." The servant girl replied.

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Tianbo Water Pavilion.

The big pond is full of ripples, and a tail of flower carp is swaying comfortably from the green pond, making waves.

In the main hall, the morning breeze brings the coolness of spring.

Mrs. Hua wore a light blouse and took off her embroidered shoes, revealing crystal white soles of her feet. She was lying on her side on the couch, studying "Ritual Words" written by a great Confucianist in the Academy of Arts.

Suddenly, Mrs. Hua froze for a moment, her eyebrows frowned slightly, her mind spread, and she sensed the young man in Tsing Yi who had just stepped into Lin's mansion, with a vigorous temperament, as if he had taken on a new look.

Ok?
Mrs. Hua's face was stunned, and there was even a hint of disbelief in her beautiful eyes.

"You just settled down the day before yesterday, and you're going to have your baby's breath today?"

"Could this boy be a magician?!"

(End of this chapter)