Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 44 A Thunder Resounded in the School of Literature, Piercing the Peach Tree's Ink Pool
Since the establishment of the emperor who swallowed thousands of miles ago thousands of years ago, the Academy of Arts has been closely related to the change of every dynasty.

The Holy Mountain is detached and independent, and the Academy of Arts and the Temple of Martial Arts actually wanted to imitate the Holy Mountain, but as the bondage between the Dynasty and the Academy of Arts became deeper and deeper, such imitation naturally became impossible.

The Academy of Arts has gradually evolved from a power that focused on cultivating monks to a gathering place for scholars from all over the world.

Collecting scholars from all over the world, all kinds of thoughts burst out in the academy, and gradually Confucianism and Taoism are the most important, such as Confucianism in court, masters in the academy, etc., and even cultivate a kind of power that is different from blood and mind. .

Compared with the purity of the Martial Temple, the Academy of Arts is actually much more complicated. The three masters are divided into three forces, and three different ideologies are impacting in the Academy of Arts like an undercurrent.

The spring rain is pattering, pouring over the white-walled and black-tiled buildings of the Academy of Arts, like a beautiful splash-ink landscape painting, which has a taste of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Across the white jade memorial archway of the Academy of Arts, through the deep path, along the path of tender flowers scattered by the rain, one can see a thatched hut hidden among several plantain trees.

Settled in the human world, without chaos.

Under the thatched hut, the spring breeze blows slowly across the hall, blowing the heat from the oblique charcoal stove.

Under the eaves of the thatched cottage, the water droplets gathered by the spring rain flowed into a curtain and fell to the ground, and the sound of the rain hitting the plantains around it was like a silk and bamboo music, and the sound entered the ears.

Two old figures are laying out the chessboard, a few black and white chess pieces are scattered, and they are talking with each other.

The old man of the Taimiao held Hei Luozi, squinted his eyes, and stared at the chessboard.

On the opposite side of him is the old man in Confucian clothes that I saw in the Banshan Pavilion that day, and also the third master of the Academy of Arts, Wang Banshan.

The third master held the white stone and ate a sunspot from Zhao Huangting.

"You are so optimistic about that young painter, and even gave him the green hill, why do you have time to talk to the old man at this moment?"

The third master smiled and looked at this old friend.

"There's nothing to look at, and there's not much suspense. Those who stick to their green hills are naturally outstanding."

Zhao Huangting took a sip of the excellent West Lake Longjing, raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to retrieve the sunspot that just dropped, but the hand he stretched out was slapped by the third master.

"Oh? You are so optimistic about this painter? This time the sixth mountain lord opened the mountain, and those who fight to defend the mountain are not taking it easy. Yefu Ye Chong, Zhongjia Zhong Shunchao, I heard that even Naluo Qingchen let go of the airs in his heart. gone."

The third master was full of smiles, and dropped another piece, eating a large number of black pieces from the stinky chess basket on the opposite side.

Zhao Huangting's face darkened, and he drank a big mouthful of Longjing, his long eyebrows were trembling with anger, what happened when he regretted playing chess? !

"Luo Qingchen? That little fellow made of Daoxin Tofu? As for Liu Shanzhu's temperament, he doesn't like him. As for the Chong family and the Ye family, if the girl Ye Wenxi of the Ye family is willing to fight, it's a sure thing, but Ye Wenxi, this woman's talent is comparable to that of the Ye family's general who sits on the Canglang River. She is not low-minded, and she will not be willing to be wronged to be the guardian of the mountain. .”

Zhao Huangting stopped playing chess and drank tea by himself.

After all, if this game continues, he will definitely lose, and as long as he does not make a move, he will not lose.

The third master saw Zhao Huangting's rascal behavior, smiled and didn't expose it.

"Looking at it from this point of view, the young painter will definitely enter the Sixth Mountain, which is good news for the Lin family." The third master sighed softly: "The Lin family is full of loyalty, but it is a pity that it is because of the loyalty of the family that it has ended up like this now." In such an embarrassing situation, the most important is the ruthless emperor's family, that nobleman in Tianxuan Palace, to see clearly the result of the battle between the direct dragons, Lin, Zhong, and Ye's three families have too much influence."

"Don't mention that guy, it sounds annoying and heartbreaking, and it will embarrass our old Zhao family."

Zhao Huangting chewed on the Longjing tea leaves with the tip of his tongue, and the rich tea fragrance burst out in his mouth. He glanced at San Fuzi and said angrily.

The third master smiled, even though the nobleman in Tianxuan Palace had a noble status, the two had no taboos when talking about it.

"You said something wrong, An Xiaoyou may not enter the Sixth Mountain."

Zhao Huangting changed the subject and said.

The third master stroked his beard and smiled lightly, as if not surprised: "I would like to hear the details."

"Let's not talk about the Jade Goddess of Mercy in the Hua family, just based on what I know about Xiaoyou An, he may not choose to become the guardian of the mountain."

Zhao Huangting made hot tea again, blew off the heat from the cup, and said calmly.

"In fact, if he really accepts the qualifications of the mountain guard, I will be disappointed. Although the mountain guard is honorable, he can also be regarded as a member of the holy mountain sect, but in a sense, he belongs to the mountain master's servant. After all, he has fallen. Cheng, easy to break the heart, the green mountain...he may not be able to carry it."

The third master couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard this.

"Although An Xiaoyou has just been enlightened, it is indeed a bit late, and missed the golden age of laying a solid foundation for cultivation when he was young, but An Xiaoyou's talent is really good, and he is even more talented in the way of the sword."

"So, I would rather An Xiaoyou, take the little holy decree, walk the most difficult path, get a chance to talk to the holy master, and maybe have a chance to enter the long-vacant seventh mountain and become the seventh mountain master Woolen cloth?"

"I still have high expectations for him. After all... Qingshan is covered in dust in my hands. I hope that he can release the sword energy contained in Qingshan, and if he has the opportunity, he will also chop down the emperor Yuanmeng who is number one in the world."

Zhao Huangting smiled, looking at the spring rain all over the sky, his eyes were hazy.

"My attitude is all hidden in the sword energy of Qingshan. The sixth mountain master should also know my intention when the sword energy is entangled. If the young man wants to become the guardian of the mountain, he will do so. If he doesn't want to, it will take a while For the favor of the old man, the Master of the Sixth Mountain will give a small holy decree, but Lin Jiahua must have gone for the little holy decree, so the favor of the old man can be saved."

"However, if you get the Little Sage Order, you have to enter the list of Little Sages. Whether you can stand out is the real test."

The words are over.

The spring rain suddenly intensified, and the crackling of the falling raindrops became more and more resounding.

There was a thunderstorm behind the clouds, and the heavy rain was majestic, with sword energy in the rain.

The third master and Zhao Huangting turned their heads and looked into the distance together, a faint green hill appeared in the hazy heavy rain.

"No, Jade Guanyin has drawn his sword."

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An Le looked at the imposing Mrs. Hua beside her in surprise.

The majestic mind seemed to distort the brilliance between heaven and earth, vaguely as if he was watching a Bodhisattva sitting alone on a lotus flower, holding the flower with one finger, and the sky was filled with sword energy!

Mrs. Hua, in the name of her protector of peace and happiness, begged for a small holy order...

Xiaosheng Ling Anle heard from Mrs. Hua earlier that it is the second condition for meeting the holy master!

It turns out that the little holy order is to be obtained from the mountain master?
In the leisure pavilion in the middle of the mountain.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi looked at Hua Jie Bing, who was holding the Peanut Sword Qi, and his face returned to coldness.

"You want to take the little holy order for him?"

The palm of the man in Tsing Yi fell on the sword box, and the sword in the box was trembling.

Mrs. Hua's exquisite face was full of solemnity, she nodded slightly, and her majestic mind gathered into a vague phantom of Guanyin.

"The Inheritance Heart Sword of Ganye Temple is really good."

"Save some strength to meet the troubles that the Lin family will encounter. There is no need to compete with me. Someone gave him a small holy decree." The man in Tsing Yi said lightly.

When Mrs. Hua heard this, her solemn expression froze for a moment, then she thought of something, and looked at the broken bamboo sword on her waist.

Did that senior actually do this for An Le?
But thinking about it, all the bamboo swords were given away, and letting An Le fight to defend the Shanren really didn't fit the domineering character of that senior who dared to swing the sword to kill Emperor Yuanmeng.

After Mrs. Hua figured it out, there was a smile on her lips, and she gracefully bowed to the sixth mountain master: "Then I will trouble the mountain master."

The corner of Master Sixth Mountain's mouth stiffened: "Human affection can be eliminated a little bit."

Mrs. Hua covered her mouth and smiled lightly, what she said was reasonable.

At this moment, she could still think of the frustrated look of that old senior beating his chest and feet.

Holding the ink-colored green blade in his hand, An Le met the eyes of Mrs. Hua and the Lord of the Sixth Mountain at the same time, which made him look serious.

The sixth mountain lord flexed his fingers, and the black green blade in An Le's hand suddenly flew out, hanging on the sixth mountain lord's side.

"This sword comes out of its own box, and it's called Mochi. It is destined for you, and the little holy decree is entrusted to it."

After the mountain master finished speaking, he wiped the blade with his sword finger, and the bright golden light was hidden in it.

Tapping his fingers again, the ink pool flew out, and landed on the three hundred steps down from the Xianting Pavilion, inserted in the trunk of a peach tree beside the road.

"You climb the mountain to get the sword. If you can get the sword, you will get the little holy order. If you can't, then you will guard the mountain for me. Don't think about opening the mountain. How about it?"

The owner of the mountain looked at Anle and asked.

Mrs. Hua frowned: "Mountain Master, An Le's cultivation level is a bit low, climb the sixth mountain..."

"He was only allowed to climb three hundred steps, and he was not allowed to climb to the top of the mountain. Besides, my sixth mountain's stairs test the sensitivity to the sword, which is not too much."

The owner of the mountain interrupted Mrs. Hua's words.

Mrs. Hua stopped talking and let Anle make her own choice. This is actually a chance for Anle. Obtaining the small holy decree with her own hands is quite different from the significance of her obtaining the decree for Anle.

Moreover, climbing the sixth mountain... is also an opportunity that countless practitioners dream of.

An Le looked at the top of the green hill, the black green blade stuck under the peach tree.

[Natural Swordsman] Under Daoguo trembling, the sword seemed to be calling to him from afar, with longing, hope, and begging.

An Le took a deep breath and said without hesitation: "I am willing to climb the mountain to get the sword."

The Sixth Mountain Master and Mrs. Hua both nodded.

Afterwards, the mountain lord flicked his sleeves, and An Le's figure was entwined by the light of the sword and landed at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, misty rain began again.

The cultivators were in the shock of the boy holding the sword soaring into the sky, but they suddenly saw that the boy in white returned to the foot of the mountain with a flash of sword light.

Everyone was stunned and puzzled.

Luo Qingchen, Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong, who had just walked down from the mountain, were also taken aback when they saw peace.

Wasn't he invited to become a mountain guard?
Why are you down again?

But seeing An Le ignore the eyes of everyone, with an unprecedentedly dignified expression, he let out a breath and stepped up the steps to climb the mountain.

The moment he set foot on the mountain road, the sword energy of the entire green mountain seemed to revive in an instant, and the sound of the sword resounded like an ancient bell, creating invisible oppression out of thin air.

Luo Qingchen and the three of them all understood what happened, and their eyes changed when they looked at Anle.

"This person gave up becoming a mountain guardian, but he was delusional about taking the little holy order and fighting for the chance to talk to the holy master?!"

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong looked at each other with surprise and even admiration in their eyes.

However, Luo Qingchen felt like being stabbed in the back. The identity of the mountain guard he cared about was offered to the other party, but the other party was unwilling to accept it.

For a moment, Luo Qingchen could only feel the dust in his heart caused by the youth...

Like ink smudges, the more it expands, the bigger it gets.

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