Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 5 I observe Shen Yun through the years
When the second ray of time qi was pulled out from the chasing girl, An Le's breathing couldn't help but be short of breath.

Something is wrong!
According to his experience, this age energy can only be used once a day for one person.

It was tested on Fairy Yunrou before, but why can the second strand be pulled out today?
Is it because of the girl chasing the wind, or because of his comfort?
Sanxing himself, An Le suddenly thought that the only difference between him and Fairy Yunrou before was that he has set foot on the path of cultivation now!
Maybe... the improvement of cultivation base can increase the number of times of daily energy extraction? !

The more time passes, the easier it is for An Le to become stronger...

Complement each other.

With a thought, the light curtain popped up.

【Name: Anle】

[Aura of Time: 3 wisps]

【Years and Dao Fruit: Cultivation Genius (0/10)】

[Mastering the skill: entraining and exhaling formula (1 wisps)]

[Skill mastered: Zhao Zu Changquan (disabled) (1 wisps)]

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On the light curtain, the air of time has increased to three strands.

What makes Anle feel regretful is that the second ray of age energy extracted from the chasing girl is not the golden age energy, and cannot be condensed into the fruit of the age.

"Are you just enlightened? It's really too late to start." Chasing the wind, she didn't know anything about An Le absorbing the spirit of time from her body.

"It's not a problem, An will be satisfied if he can set foot in cultivation." An Le replied with a smile.

"Mr. An has a good attitude." Girl Zhuifeng smiled brightly and straightforwardly: "If my generation of monks can maintain this attitude, there won't be so many people stuck in the bottleneck, because they can't break through, and their swords will go sideways. Going astray, falling into the devil's way, ruining the future and vitality."

"Practice is not a risk-free thing."

The girl chasing the wind is more and more pleasing to An Le.

The two of them walked along the Qingshiban road in Lin's mansion, passing one courtyard house after another.

Seeing Miss Zhuifeng, many servants in the mansion put down their things and saluted respectfully. Although this girl Zhuifeng is a servant girl, she obviously has a very high status in Lin's mansion.

Miss Zhuifeng brought An Le to the reception hall, and from a distance, she could see many figures gathered in the hall.

"Mr. An, we're here."

"You can be regarded as the last painter. Now there are thirty painters gathered in Lin'an Mansion, all of whom are well-known in Lin'an Mansion."

The girl chasing the wind pointed to the central hall ahead, and smiled at An Le.

"Invite so many painters... I don't know what to do?" An Le asked curiously.

The girl chasing the wind glanced at An Le's handsome side face, but she didn't hide it: "Anyway, you will know soon, so it doesn't matter if I tell you."

"This time the artist is mainly invited to paint for the young masters of the Lin family who are about to go to war. The order is from the old lady. You also know the style of the Lin family. Just like the old Linggong, he is loyal and courageous. Once he goes to the battlefield , that is all betting on the glory of the Lin family to fight, and only by killing the enemy in the eyes can we get back the eight-treasure double-eave dripping Tianbo Tower and the stone stele Yufang."

"Old Linggong died in battle before, three of the seven sons of the Lin family died in battle, the eldest son died in battle outside the pass, and the second and third masters have no bones left. The old matriarch's time is approaching, and he is getting more and more nostalgic. The faces of the children and grandchildren are forgotten, so I invite the painter to paint, just to leave a memory."

The girl chasing the wind said, her voice was a little low and her mood was depressed.

An Le heard the words, but also remained silent.

Painting to send off is only for the elderly in the house to look at the paintings and remember them, so that in the future even the faces of the sons and daughters will not be forgotten due to vague memories. This kind of loyalty is moving.

"An Mou will definitely do his best." An Le said seriously.

The chasing girl calmed down, and grinned at An Le: "You stand out from the crowd of painters before we talk about it."

"Your painting method, Jiumei was very surprised, which made Huang Butou search for your traces. Don't let Jiumei down."

An Le cupped his hands and bowed, with a serious expression on his face.

Afterwards, under the leadership of the chasing girl, set foot in the middle hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, many eyes swept over him like needles. The people in the hall were vague, all of them looked like Confucian scholars, and their ages fluctuated quite a lot.

After all, they are all competitors, and everyone knows that if the paintings you make can satisfy Mrs. Yu of the Lin Mansion, there will be benefits.

Therefore, Anle, a new competitor, naturally didn't look good.

An Le was the last to come, and his location was close to the door.

After the chasing girl arranged An Le, she entered the front of the hall and sat down next to a charming woman. An Le glanced over and saw that the woman had a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows, gentle as water, and her face was slightly powdered, which was amazing.

However, An Le only glanced at it, then turned his eyes away, and scanned the entire hall, his heart suddenly became turbulent, leaving only one thought...

Is this heaven?

There is too much age!

It even dazzled his eyes like a mess of flowers.

Especially in the place close to Gaotang, almost everyone has the air of time intertwined on their bodies, at least ten strands start...

There are many, just like the gorgeously dressed lady sitting in the main seat, her body is entwined with the air of time, and there are probably hundreds of wisps on her body.

An Le looked at the noble lady, and with a thought, she managed to absorb a wisp of time energy with some difficulty. However, she had just extracted the time energy from the lady.

The noble lady looked at her with deep eyes, like waves rising from the vast sea, causing An Le to feel great pressure on her body, like a thorn on her back.

The dignified woman who was sitting in the main seat frowned slightly, feeling a little strange that her calm spirit couldn't help but jump when she met the young man's gaze.

However, the young man's aura was weak, and his cultivation level was too low to be checked. The lady gave up the idea of ​​inquiring, and said softly: "All painters, you also know the reason why my Lin Manor invited everyone here, right?"

"The sons of the Lin family are about to go to war. I hope that your paintings can leave the faces of the masters, so that my wife and I can have some souvenirs in the mansion, and we can see the paintings and think about people in our spare time."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Hua, we will definitely try my best in painting all my life. In fact, Mrs. Hua can invite the old man to come. I have been immersed in meticulous painting for decades, and I have a lot of experience. There is no need to spend so much trouble." An old painter, stroked It must be said.

Mrs. Hua chuckled: "Master Liu Qingyan is a well-known painter in Lin'an, but this time painting for the young masters is of great importance, so I must be more serious."

"If the painting is good, the Lin family will definitely thank you."

Mrs. Hua sat on a sandalwood chair, her face was beautiful, her eyebrows were curved, and her temperament was somewhat unfathomable.

She glanced at the painters and said with a gentle smile: "Then everyone will move to the Tianbo Water Pavilion. I have arranged for people to set up the tables, chairs and the four treasures of the study there. There is only one painter left. I hope you will do your best."

After the words were finished, Mrs. Hua got up gracefully, and took the lead in heading towards the water pavilion with the people from the Lin residence.

All the painters followed, An Le saw that the noble lady had not pursued it, exhaled a little, like a little transparent, followed behind everyone with the flow.

The Waterside Pavilion is located behind the Tianbo Tower, facing the large pond in the mansion. Three sides face the water. it is good.

The ground on the waterside pavilion was empty, and there were [-] desks and desks. All the four treasures of the study were placed on the desks. It was obvious that preparations had been made long ago.

All the painters found tables and tables to sit in place, or rubbed ink, or meditated, or stroked paper.

Mrs. Hua is sitting in the main hall of the water pavilion. From this position, you can see the scene of painters painting in the open space.

Suddenly, Mrs. Hua raised her eyebrows and saw the table at the end, and a young man raised his hand.

That was the boy who made Mrs. Hua's soul move slightly.

"What's the matter, my lord, please tell me." Mrs. Hua said softly, her voice clearly reached An Le's ears from a long distance away.

An Le heard this and took a deep breath: "Ma'am, the drawing tools are different. You need a wooden frame, some thick paper, some charcoal, a small knife, and a white steamed bun."

What kind of weird request is this?
Mrs. Hua was taken aback, and the painters present also had strange expressions.

The master named Liu Qingyan stroked his beard and sneered: "Painting with charcoal? Unreasonable nonsense! Young people only know how to sensationalize, which is extremely ridiculous."

How does a charcoal block compare to a brush?How can the paintings you make come into view?

Many painters also chuckled and shook their heads with disdain.

An Le's face didn't change.

In the main hall of the water pavilion, the ninth younger sister Lin Qingyin slowly got up: "Sister-in-law, I invited this young painter. His paintings are indeed different from ordinary people, but the most important thing is that they are real, and the people in the paintings are as vivid as paper."

"Since it's the painter invited by Jiumei, it's okay to ask for it." Mrs. Hua gave Jiumei a spoiled look, and then sent people down to prepare.

After a while, everything An Le needed was ready.

After Mrs. Hua and the others prepared the tools for An Le, they picked up the celadon cups on the table, took a sip of warm tea, and said calmly, "Since everything is ready, let's start painting."

"I sit here, and you draw me."

Mrs. Hua's words fell.

The painters below were all emotional, their faces were flushed, and their brushes were trembling.

What is Mrs. Hua's status? She is the wife of the eldest son of the Lin family.

It is a great honor to paint Mrs. Hua, but it also makes the painters feel like a mountain of pressure.

After pondering for a while, the painters grabbed their brushes one after another, drank enough ink, and began to draw lines on the familiar Xuan.

Painters draw people, mostly with fine brushwork. Raw rice paper absorbs water and spreads easily, which is suitable for freehand brushwork. Cooked rice paper does not absorb water, so it can be used for line drawing.

The water pavilion is quiet, and the gurgling sound of the flowing water is clear and pleasant.

The painters put their brushes on the paper, and the sound of rubbing the pen tip against the paper is like a sea of ​​bamboo brushing gently.

An Le is still standing in the same place. In addition to the shape, the charm is more important in painting characters, and capturing this charm is the key to the sublimation of the painting.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his head slowly, and his eyes fell on the elegant and charming lady.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes slightly.

He may have a better way of watching Shen Yun than others.

Mind moved.

A ray of time that was difficult to get from Mrs. Hua before emerged in front of my eyes.

I watch Shen Yun through the years!

However, the air of time is not the ordinary gray air of time, it blooms golden, like a stick of incense burning, and the picture slowly appears like rippling water.

(End of this chapter)