Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 39 Aoyama Will Not Regret

The old man from Taimiao came here to hold the painting, and An Le no longer practiced Beng Jianjin.

Little by little, he pulled out the bamboo sword Qingshan from the old locust tree, and put the sword on his waist. I don't know if it was an illusion, but An Le felt that the bamboo sword seemed to be easier to hold.

"The sword has a spirit. It feels hope from you. The spirit buried in the sword's edge will slowly and gradually wake up. Although the green hill is quite broken, it is invincible. If you want to control the green hill now, you boy, you are not good enough!" far."

"The sword is the best partner of a swordsman, but you are still a little tender now."

The old man sat on the bamboo chair, poured a glass of old rice wine familiarly, drank it down, and said with a smile.

An Le stroked the Qingshan Bamboo Sword with his palm, and his heart became more and more happy for this poor-looking broken bamboo sword.

"You started too late, Fang Qimeng, a little regretful, you have to improve yourself as soon as possible to reach the level where you can control Qingshan, don't let Qingshan regret."

The old man drank the wine, sighed suddenly, and the loneliness in his eyes flashed away.

Perhaps, he had made Qingshan regretful, so he didn't want the boy to repeat the same mistakes.

An Le smiled, accompanied by the soft wind and rain, her words were firm and serious: "Qingshan will not leave regrets."

Since he came to this world and was able to practice magnificently, he naturally didn't want to leave regrets in his life.

The life in the previous life was short and flashy, like being in shackles, with helplessness and ordinaryness flowing everywhere. When I was young, I was in the children's palace, school, home, three points connected, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and I became an adult in the blink of an eye. I will step into the Academy of Fine Arts that I spent my entire teenage years in exchange for, but I will travel through time.

An Le felt that in those years, he had many regrets, such as the regret that everything he had mechanically struggled was burnt down, and also the regret of saying goodbye to that era.

But in this world, it is gorgeous and colorful, stepping on the practice to feel the magnificence of the world, wearing a sword and green mountains, and I don't want to waste my life, the taste of regret is too bitter, I don't want to taste it again.

An Le poured a glass of old rice wine and drank with the old man.

The clouds in the sky are scattered, and the bright moon is like a goddess ascending to the sky, gentle as water.

The moonlight shines on the branches of the old pagoda tree and the new leaves moistened by the spring rain, casting mottled leaf shadows.

Drinking the old rice wine in the cup in one gulp, An optimistic about the bright moon, and chuckled lightly: "I heard that there is a sequence, the first one comes first, the second one comes first, seniors don't worry."

Hearing that the young man's ambition is like a rainbow, the old man's eyes became more and more appreciative.

After that, he stopped talking about practice, took out the paintings, and talked with the young man about the moon, drinking, and discussing paintings.

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Flexing refers to spring and March, with ninety dynasties in Lianyin.

The rain in spring always comes for no reason, just stopped a moment ago, and within half a day of warming, there is a trace of smog and mist, which sprinkles the rainwater of the east wind and green fields, covering the world like cow hair and bead curtains.

The spring in Lin'an Prefecture is more beautiful under the nourishment of the spring rain. Green leaves and tender flowers are being sprouted all over the streets and alleys. Walking on the West Lake, strolling along the long embankment, and taking a rest in the pavilions, you can see the color of life everywhere.

After asking Mrs. Hua for leave, Mrs. Hua directly promised An Le a three-day vacation, allowing him to practice at home, nourish his mind, and prepare for the opening of the sixth mountain.

An Le refused, but Mrs. Hua said that the young masters had to prepare for the opening of the sixth mountain, so the painting work was temporarily suspended.

That being the case, An Le naturally has no reason to refuse.

Get up early in the morning, bathe in the spring rain, and practice the five birds in the spring rain in a white dress.

An Le knew that he was only one step away from the second level of spiritual bone forging, and perhaps he only needed an opportunity to step into it.

The demon energy continuously spreads from the demon-quenching jade, and when practicing the five animals, the evil energy beats the flesh along the membrane, making Anle's body stronger and stronger.

Infiltrated with a demonic aura, An Le's appearance became more and more elegant, and at the same time added a bit of coquettishness, which was very eye-catching.

Visualize the sword waterfall, exercise the five animals, learn the strength of the sword...

An Le has his own plan for practice. Of course, reading is very important. In his spare time, he will find time to read. He will read books related to imperial examinations, works of great Confucians in the Academy of Arts, and even some masterpieces by famous scholars in this world. Read article.

Reading a hundred times is self-evident, but Anle still believes in the principle that reading can change one's destiny.

Even if he sets out to practice, practice does not mean giving up reading. Even a strong person like Mrs. Hua would drink tea and read in Tianbo Water Pavilion with great Confucian books every morning. What right does he have for not reading?

What's more, the spring is just around the corner, so you can't relax your studies just because of your practice.

Studying and strolling to the West Lake, as always, I went to watch the cold and beautiful but old-fashioned Fairy Yunrou.

I know from time and time that Fairy Yunrou's cultivation is not weak, but she is willing to be among the flowers and boats to be an oiran. Too much to match.

Even in Lin'an's No. [-] brothel, Linhua Pavilion, although there are mortal women who are practicing, they are only beginners in practice, just a gimmick. A genius like Fairy Yunrou is really rare.

It's a pity that even wandering around the West Lake for a while, stepping on the spring rain and trickling stream, I have never waited for Fairy Yunrou, this is the third day I haven't seen Yunrou.

Leaving West Lake, I returned to Taimiao Lane, Qingbo Street.

An Le set up a table with teacups on the table and a charcoal stove to boil water.

Make a pot of hot tea, sit quietly at the door, facing the old locust tree in the courtyard, and start to visualize "Sword Waterfall Picture", and the mind that has entered the womb begins to gather.

[Eternal Talent] The blessing of Dao Fruit makes the speed of An Le practice quite fast.

The only pity that you don't have to go to the Lin Mansion to work is that you can't absorb the spirit of time.

If you go to the street to try your luck, you may not be able to meet practitioners. The old man of the Taimiao has the air of time, and the current peace and happiness cannot be drawn.

However, An Le is not too regretful. Waiting for the opening of the sixth mountain, there will definitely be a large number of practitioners gathering, and then they will be able to suck enough.

The rain comes thinly and then sparsely, even if it can't be too much or nothing.

Watch the spring rain in front of the door.

Drink tea, visualize, be quiet.

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Three days are fleeting.

The spring rain stopped and came again. It seemed that in order to welcome the opening of the sixth mountain of the Holy Mountain today, the rain fell more actively.

An Le got up early, the sky was hazy, and the drizzle of spring rain, in the twilight of the morning light, was like silver threads all over the sky.

Putting on clean, wide-sleeved white clothes, tempering the body with demon energy for three days, forging the body and casting spiritual bones, it is only a short step away, and it is possible to break through at any time.

Therefore, An Le's temperament became more and more upright, as rich as jade.

Wearing a green hill pinned to his waist, wearing a demon-quenching precious jade, he opened an oil-paper umbrella, locked the courtyard door, and stepped on the trickle between the bluestones in Taimiao Lane to go out.

The alley is quite quiet. From the high walls on both sides, there are some peach blossom branches sticking out their heads. The pink peach blossoms were cut into two by the spring rain, fell on the bluestone, were stepped on by An Le, and stuck to the soles of the feet, grinding out a little pink .

Today is the opening day of the Sixth Mountain, and the atmosphere in the entire Lin'an Prefecture seems to be different.

Fetal breath and mind wrap around the whole body, and the aura between heaven and earth seems to flow faster with the surging hearts of practitioners.

Just as the Academy of Arts is the sacred place in the hearts of Confucian scholars all over the world, and the Temple of Martial arts is the holy place in the hearts of warriors all over the world, the Holy Mountain, as the supernatural power of Dazhao and even the entire Middle Earth, is the holy place in the hearts of countless practitioners.

Getting into the sixth mountain, even if it is just to become a mountain guard, is also a leap in level.

Therefore, when the order to open the mountain resounded throughout Lin'an Mansion, practitioners from around Lin'an Mansion and even from all over Dazhao, and from all over the Middle Earth, came looking forward to the wind, either to try the thoughts that many people thought were elusive, or simply Join in the fun.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, An Le walked to the alley, and suddenly thought of a serious question.

The sixth mountain of the holy mountain is well-known, but...he didn't know where to go.

Looking at Qingbo Street, which had been baptized and cleaned by the spring rain, Anle scratched his head, and turned to look at the two-story pavilion-style building with octagonal peaks and double eaves exuding a majestic and majestic atmosphere in the distance.

In the Taimiao, the incense is still burning, and the morning light and spring are hazy.

The old man of Taimiao said that he would take him to the sixth mountain today, but there was no movement at the moment.

Walking to the front of the Taimiao, he did not set foot inside the attic of the temple, but several meters away, he clasped his fists and bowed.

"Young friend An, don't worry, Chunmian doesn't wake up, the old man catches up on his sleep, I won't go with you today, someone will take you there."

Inside the temple, the old man's lazy chuckle floated out.

Anle was startled.

During the spring breeze and spring rain, there was suddenly the sound of wheels rolling over the bluestone and splashing a trickle of water.

At some point, a luxurious carriage drove slowly from the end of Qingbo Street at a corner.

An Le stood beside the street with an umbrella, and the luxurious carriage came straight and slowly stopped beside him.

At the window of the carriage, a plain white palm was stretched out from behind the curtain, and the curtain was gently lifted, revealing the delicate and beautiful face of Mrs. Hua whom she hadn't seen for a few days.

Mrs. Hua first turned towards the Taimiao, nodded slightly, and then her eyes like autumn water fell on An Le, and the corners of her lips were raised slightly.

"This is the sixth mountain, I will take you there."

"Mr. An, get in the car."

　Next week, I should try to rush to Sanjiang. Please follow up and recommend tickets~
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