Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 35 A painting of Jing Wenyuan, Tianbo Waterside Pavilion and then painting bamboo
Mrs. Hua's cultivation is profound, and her cultivation of gods is not bad in the whole of Dazhao. She learned from the wife of the first mountain owner of the holy mountain, and has the inheritance of gods from Ganye Temple. The soul is so powerful that she can travel out of body In the three thousand miles of Taixu, it is regarded as nothing if the sun hangs in the sky.

With such a cultivation base, she can't perceive the realm of Anle's cultivation base now, which is very incredible.

Looking carefully, he found that the broken bamboo sword pinned to the waist by the young man released a vague sword intent that wandered around the young man, blocking the prying eyes of her primordial spirit.

"This bamboo sword... where did it come from?"

Mrs. Hua took a deep breath, frowned slightly, and closed the Confucianism book in her hand with a serious expression.

The bamboo sword looks tattered and ordinary, but inside it contains the sword energy that is invincible, like a mountain that crushes the sky and the earth.

Broken Bamboo Sword...

The first thing Mrs. Hua thought of was the existence of Da Zhao.

A hundred years ago, he picked up a tattered bamboo sword and dared to fight against the world's number one expert, Emperor Yuanmeng, the old uncle of Zhao!
But how could the sword of such a strong man be worn by An Le at his waist?

"Gifted by the elders, Xiaosheng's ink painting of bamboo and stone is deeply loved and loved by the elders. Therefore, this bamboo sword is given to express the hope that Xiaosheng's performance will be like a gentleman's bamboo, standing proudly in the world, and not bowing down for hardships."

An Le put his palm on the bamboo sword and said with a smile.

Mrs. Hua took a look at An Le, the gift from the elder, is this elder the old emperor uncle?

However, Mrs. Hua didn't ask any more questions. When it comes to seniority and cultivation, that old emperor uncle is much taller than her.

Putting the books on the couch, Mrs. Hua got up, put on embroidered shoes on the crystal white soles, and looked at An Le: "Mr. An, can you let me hold the sword?"

When An Le heard this, she didn't refuse, and she wasn't worried that Mrs. Hua would snatch the bamboo sword.

Mrs. Hua can give him "Sword Waterfall Picture" for a painting, so naturally she won't snatch the bamboo sword without reason.

An Le took off the bamboo sword at his waist, held the sword body in one hand and the hilt in the other hand, and handed it to Mrs. Hua.

Mrs. Hua got up and took it solemnly.

A powerful primordial spirit emerged silently, and a hurricane suddenly pierced through the main hall of the water pavilion, blowing Mrs. Hua's clothes and blue hair flying.

Mrs. Hua looked at the broken bamboo sword carefully, for a long time, before she let out a sigh.

Without saying much, he returned the bamboo sword to Anle: "The elder gave you this sword because it was your chance, so you should cultivate this sword with your heart and mind. Although this sword is a bamboo sword, it is like the backbone of a gentleman, and it is the only one in the world. The tenacity of waiting for one, no one can break it, no one can break it."

"A gentleman's heart is unbreakable, and the spine is unbroken, so the sword will not be broken and will not be broken."

"I hope you can match this sword soon."

Madam Hua showed admiration in her eyes.

An Le is holding the bamboo sword. He has not yet possessed the essence of a great sword, but since Mrs. Hua admires it so much, it must be a good sword.

"Mrs. Hua, Xiaosheng is here to ask Madam for leave. The senior presenting the sword will take Xiaosheng to another place in three days. I'm afraid I won't be able to come to the Lin Mansion to paint for the young masters."

An Le clasped her fists and said.

When Madam Hua heard this, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she narrowed her eyes slightly: "Three days later? I know, you will be allowed to leave this fake."

Three days later, isn't it the time when the sixth mountain opens?
It seems that the senior wanted to cultivate An Le intentionally, and actually planned to take An Le to the sixth mountain himself, to see if he could be favored by the owner of the sixth mountain and become the guardian of the mountain.

This is an opportunity for An Le, and Mrs. Hua will naturally not stop it.

An Le never imagined that it would be so easy to ask for leave. The people in the Lin Mansion are indeed kind people.

"Mrs. Xie Hua is understanding."

An Le sincerely thanks.

Mrs. Hua raised her red lips lightly: "You don't need to thank me. Originally, after three days, the young masters will not have time to let you paint, so this is a fake, just let it be."

"Last night on the sixth mountain of the holy mountain, an order to open the mountain with sword energy was issued, and the mountain gate will be opened three days later to recruit the mountain guards. You should also know the mystery and transcendence of the holy mountain. Practitioners in China are proud to enter the holy mountain. The holy mountain is also a good choice for the guardian of the mountain, which makes people flock to it."

"That senior must also want you to try it."

Mrs. Hua smiled lightly.

An Le suddenly realized, it turned out to be like this: "So after three days, the young masters are going to try?"

Mrs. Hua smiled without saying a word, and nodded.

An Le understood, and wanted to say goodbye, but Mrs. Hua stopped him.

"Mr. An, let's not paint for the young masters today, and let's draw a picture of your ink bamboo on the water pavilion in the sky?"

Mrs. Hua said softly, she was more and more curious about An Le's black bamboo that could arouse the appreciation of the old emperor and even give him a bamboo sword.

Hearing this, An Le couldn't help being startled, but the figure of leaving stopped, cupped her fists and said: "Of course it is possible, but I need to trouble Miss Xixiang to go to the Yanwu Hall to meet the young masters, and Zhuifeng to talk to Miss Qingyin." .”

Mrs. Hua looked at Xi Xiang, Xi Xiang heard the words, and leaned slightly towards An Le and Mrs. Hua, holding up the oil-paper umbrella, Pingting's figure diffused into the hazy spring rain.

Mrs. Hua ordered her servants to prepare a table for painting, as well as pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Outside the water pavilion, the spring rain is empty, and the cool spring breeze blows.

Mrs. Hua drank tea with Anle and asked about the situation of refining gods. If Anle had any doubts about "The Picture of Sword Waterfall", Mrs. Hua could give an accurate answer after bringing it up.

Coupled with the increase of Anle's [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit, he will be able to comprehend it soon, and he will gain a lot in a short time.

An Le thought for a while, maybe he won't be able to see the young masters today, so he directly chose to draw the spirit of time from Mrs. Hua.

With a thought, the column of [Time Qi] on the light curtain began to beat.

Immediately, Mrs. Hua's body had a ray of age, swaying, and finally broke away, lingering on Anle's fingertips.

It's a pity that it's a gray ray of time.

An Le wasn't discouraged either. The Golden Years Qi was not so easy to obtain, so she continued to absorb it with difficulty. Two times in a row, she got two wisps of Time Qi.

An Le was overjoyed suddenly, but found out that among the two wisps of age, one of them turned out to be golden age.

From Mrs. Hua's body, three wisps of age qi were collected, and one ray of golden years qi was obtained. This luck is considered excellent. As expected, the stronger the cultivation base, the higher the probability of getting golden years qi.

Although An Le's state of refining the gods has stepped into the fetal breath, and his mind has grown a lot, but after continuously absorbing three wisps of time energy from Mrs. Hua, it is still unsustainable and cannot continue to be absorbed.

An Le was already very satisfied, and was not in a hurry to watch the ray of golden years that had been plucked from Mrs. Hua.

Because, in the Tianbo Water Pavilion, everything is ready, the table is laid out, the smoke and ink are fragrant, and they are waiting for Anle to write.

Outside the water pavilion, there are three or two oil-paper umbrellas, like flowers blooming in the mist and rain, moving slowly.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin came with Xixiang when they learned that Anle was going to paint in the water pavilion.

Everyone entered the water pavilion, silent.

But Anle saw that there was no bamboo sword on his waist, and he rolled up his plain white wide sleeves.

Mrs. Hua sat on the couch, stretched out her long neck like white jade, and watched the ink wash smudge on the Xuan Xuan.

Between the brows and eyes, there is a trace of curiosity.

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The new rain on the spring river reaches the west of the window, the clouds are dark, the mountains are bright and the trees are far away.

The rain in Lin'an is hazy.

A luxurious carriage drove slowly to the white jade stone archway of the Academy of Arts, and stopped moving forward.

The burly coachman wearing a bamboo hat and poncho took an oil-paper umbrella and handed it to the young man who raised the curtain.

The young man got out of the car with an umbrella, wearing a Chinese dress to show his dignity.

"I'm going to see the Second Master, and I'll be back soon. You wait for me under the stone archway."

Luo Qingchen held up the umbrella, and the spring rain fell on the edge of the umbrella like a curtain.

"Here." The coachman nodded respectfully.

Luo Qingchen held an umbrella and walked in the spring rain with her hands behind her back, stepping on the long bluestone steps all the way to the many pavilions of the Academy of Arts hidden in the misty and rainy spring.

Last night, the Sixth Mountain suddenly opened the mountain, and the owner of the Sixth Mountain will accept the second mountain guard, and the whole Lin'an Mansion was shaken.

And he, Luo Qingchen, knew it.

Luo Qingchen knew very well that since the battle with Li You'an, he was defeated in one move, and his moral heart was dusted, so he lost the qualification and courage to climb the holy mountain and talk to the holy master.

However, the cultivators in the middle land are all proud of entering the holy mountain, and Luo Qingchen is also unavoidable. He is also a little moved by the sixth mountain master who opened the mountain to recruit the guardians.

This is also his opportunity. If he can enter the holy mountain, his identity and status are getting more and more belittled now, or he will be like a dead tree in spring.

Climbing eight hundred steps, walking along the mountain road, the spring rain splashed fine layers of water on the muddy ground, and walked to a Jiangnan building with white walls and black tiles and cornices, Luo Qingchen closed the umbrella and opened the door.

In the lobby of the house, there were a lot of people, and the atmosphere of discussing and talking with each other was enthusiastic.

It is a unique contrast with the spring cold brought about by the chilly spring rain outside the house.

The charcoal stove is burning hot water, and there are book boys waiting. When the water boils, they will make tea and add water to the practitioners in the pavilion of the Wenyuan.

On the main case, two old men in Confucian shirts were sitting upright, sipping hot tea, facing a picture scroll, chatting and laughing happily, and were full of admiration.

When Luo Qingchen entered, she couldn't help being startled when she saw the two old people in the hall.

He never thought that there would be two masters in the lecture hall today.

It is rare for the second master and the third master to gather together.

Without saying much, he walked slowly in the house, intending to find a vacant seat to sit.

The enthusiastic exchanges of the gentlemen of the surrounding liberal arts schools spread to his ears.

"This painting is a painting of bamboo and stone in ink and wash. Bamboo is drawn in ink and wash, light ink and scorched ink are alternately formed, and the bamboo body is displayed on a thin rod, showing the noble and upright quality of bamboo. It's really amazing!"

"The third master came here with the painting, let me enjoy the painting, and wanted to let me learn the method of ink painting bamboo. I was amazed by the painting. I have never seen ink painting bamboo. This painting should be a first-class painting."

"It's not just a painting, but the poems on the painting, 'Thousands of blows are still strong, let the east, west, north, south, north wind' complement each other with the quality of bamboo, it's really extraordinary!"

……

The gentlemen of the Academy of Arts praised and communicated, and they had obviously seen the paintings.

"Excuse me."

Luo Qingchen said to the gentlemen in front of him.

Several gentlemen hurriedly gave way to let Luo Qingchen pass, and bowed to each other by the way.

Luo Qingchen bowed back, listening to everyone discussing the paintings, she couldn't help feeling curious.

After Luo Qingchen passed, the gentlemen of the Academy of Arts continued to talk:

"Although the implication contained in the painting is quite weak, more like a painter's essay, but the sword intent hidden in the bamboo leaves is extremely harmonious. This blend of painting, poetry, words, and meaning is truly unique!"

"I'm really curious, who painted this unique painting? Could it be written by Master San himself?"

"The third master is famous for painting bamboo with fine brushwork. Freehand brushwork on bamboo is not in line with the habit of the third master. And if you don't see it, there is also an inscription on the painting. The painter's name is An Le..."

"The painting is in the hands of the third master, so he must be a senior who has a close relationship with the third master."

"I don't know which bamboo painter Mr. An Le is?"

……

The spring rain outside the house is like pearls falling on a jade plate, which can't cover the eager discussions inside the house.

Luo Qingchen walked slowly but suddenly froze.

(End of this chapter)