Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 66
The setting sun fades away, and the darkness is like a smudge of ink, like a hooked moon and bright stars, hanging in the night sky.

The carriage drove into Lin'an Mansion and headed all the way towards Lin Mansion.

An Le never returned to Taimiao Lane, but followed the carriage to Lin's Mansion. Mrs. Hua won him a chance to watch the martial arts giant. Now that he is back, he must see Mrs. Hua.

In addition, An Le also has a doubt that he wants to ask.

Ye Wenxi, Lin Qingyin and An Le got out of the carriage, and the plump maid beside Mrs. Hua, Xi Xiang, smiled all over her face and led the three of them to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion.

Mrs. Ye had already said goodbye and returned to the residence first. Only Mrs. Hua was sitting alone in the waterside pavilion, holding a candle and reading.

The moonlight and starlight reflect the big pool, and the shadows of the waterside pavilions are mottled, quiet and elegant.

Everyone entered the main hall of the waterside pavilion. After Ye Wenxi, Lin Qingyin and Mrs. Hua greeted each other, they left one after another.

After Ye Wenxi and Lin Qingyin left, Mrs. Hua raised her eyes and swept over to see the young man clad in moonlight, whose spiritual bones were as dazzling as a star god.

"The qi and blood are cohesive, and it seems that Guanwu Kuishi has gained a lot."

Mrs. Hua closed the book and said with a light smile, "Will Guan Shi get the martial arts?"

An Le never concealed it, and told the story of Wu Kui's help in deducing Wu Qin.

"Oh? This is a different kind of opportunity. You started to practice the five birds, and now you continue to practice the five birds, which is the most suitable for you. It is the idea of ​​the ancient monster to evolve the five birds... This new The rank of the five birds, even if it is not as good as Tongkui Wujing, is almost the same."

Madam Hua praised.

"This also means that your shortcomings in body forging can be regarded as making up for it."

An Le clasped her fists together and said sincerely, "Thank you, Madam Hua, for giving Xiaosheng the opportunity to watch the Kung Fu."

Mrs. Hua smiled and said: "It's not difficult for you to watch the martial arts. I have a very good relationship with Mrs. Ye. For her, it's just a matter of lifting my finger."

"You can get a chance from the Wukuishi, this is the most precious thing."

"Although this opportunity is due to the help of Qingshan's sword energy, Qingshan belongs to you now, so there is nothing wrong with Qingshan's help."

Mrs. Hua nodded slightly: "You are now gathering energy and blood. This trip to the Martial Temple has greatly improved your martial arts cultivation. Seize this opportunity, strengthen it well, and hit the Forging Body Pill realm along the way."

"In another half month, it will be the spring chamber. It will be of great benefit to you to be able to set foot on the inner alchemy before the spring chamber. If you have time in this half month, you can come to the Lin Mansion to paint. If you are not free, you should study hard and prepare for the spring chamber."

An Le heard the words, first thanked Mrs. Hua for the leave, then thought about it, and mentioned: "Mrs. Hua, today I heard Mrs. Ye said that there will be a trial in front of the palace to settle the turmoil..."

Inside the water pavilion, there is a gentle breeze.

Mrs. Hua raised her head, her beautiful eyes fell on An Le, and she shook her head gently: "Chun Wei, you can do your best, don't have too much burden, although you have a small sacred order, and you need to be the number one scholar if you want to talk to the holy master, but now you The cultivation base is still shallow, the chance of this spring is not big, but we can wait for the next spring."

"As for the pre-temple test, you don't need to think about it, it has nothing to do with you."

After Mrs. Hua's words fell, there was a moment of silence in the water pavilion.

An Le didn't ask any more questions.

As An Le has always adhered to, the kindness of a drop of water should be reciprocated by the spring. Mrs. Hua has helped him a lot on the road of cultivation. If there is a chance to help Mrs. Hua, An Le will do her best.

"Consolidate what you have gained from viewing the stone, go back, I'm tired."

Madam Hua said softly.

An Le didn't disturb much, bowed to say goodbye, and left Lin's mansion with Xi Xiang.

The Tianbo Water Pavilion under the spring night is quiet and cold, the big pool reflects the stars and moonlight in the sky, and the dimly lit octagonal double-eaved Tianbo Tower faintly reveals a corner.

Mrs. Hua let out a light breath, the closer Chun Wei is, it means that the day when she leaves Lin'an is getting closer.

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The starlight suddenly followed the white dew, and reflected the light of the Big Dipper.

The moonlight shone on the stone tablet archway of the Lin Mansion, pulling a cold slanting shadow.

An Le looked back at the Tianbo Pavilion that jumped out of the Lin Mansion, then turned and left, and walked out of Jingjie.

Although it was late today, he still went to Yanchunli as usual, the tavern in the alley was still open with dimly lit lights, and the customers were coming and going, quite lively.

The proprietor of the tavern is a middle-aged lady who still has a charming charm. The years have added a few wrinkles to her face. Seeing An Le stepping into the tavern, she has a deep impression of this handsome young man.

He couldn't help but asked with a smile: "Guest officer, is it still the same?"

An Le smiled gently and nodded: "A pot of old rice wine."

The female shopkeeper made wine for An Le herself, patted the lid off, and the bamboo laozi whipped up the wine, which was full of aroma.

An Le took the old rice wine made by the female shopkeeper, paid the money, and left.

The female shopkeeper behind her watched for a long time, and waited until a guest officer yelled to serve the wine, and then cursed while ordering the wine, saying something urgent.

An Le carried a jug of wine, smelled the laughter in the tavern behind her, and left under the starlight.

A jug of wine, a pile of meat.

People come and go, people go and people stay.

It is human fireworks.

Go out of the alley Yanchunli, step straight on Qingbo Street, and head towards Taimiao Lane.

The night on Qingbo Street is very cold, and the bustle is all in Yujie.

An Le is dressed in Tsing Yi, wearing green mountains and ink pools on her waist, carrying a pot of old wine, walking slowly, bathed in the cold spring night wind, her mood is quite peaceful.

The qi and blood in his body surged secretly, so that he didn't feel chilly, and the body after being quenched by the sword qi of Qingshan and the qi and blood of Wukui stone contained majestic strength and vitality.

Suddenly, Anle stopped, looked up, and there was a figure standing quietly at the intersection of Qingbo Street. Immortal.

Even An Le looked sideways at the other party's handsomeness and appearance.

The long street is quiet, only two people are left looking at each other from a distance.

An Le knew that the other party was looking for him, otherwise she wouldn't have waited at Qingbo Street.

However, what puzzled An Le was, when did he provoke such a person?

"Your Excellency is An Le?"

There was a gentle smile on his face, which made people feel like a spring breeze, and the man looked at him with curiosity in his dark eyes.

"I'm An Le, may I ask your Excellency who is..." An Le cupped his fists and bowed.

The man's hair was disheveled, his eyelids raised slightly, and he clasped his fists: "My surname is Zhao, and my name is Xianyou. You can call me Zhao Jiu."

Ok?Zhao Xianyou?
An Le was taken aback, Zhao Xianyou, number one on the Little Sage list?
When the fourth master Lin gave the list to Xiaosheng, he asked who Zhao Xianyou was. The fourth master said that he was the ninth prince of Da Zhao. figure.

An Le frowned slightly, as if he couldn't figure out what it was that such an existence came to see him.

Is it possible to win him over?
Zhao Xianyou looked at Anle, his eyes moved sideways, and he saw the green hill and the ink pond on Anle's waist, then his eyes moved again, and fell on the pot of old yellow wine in Anle's hand.

"Wine?" Zhao Xianyou asked knowingly.

An Le mentioned the old rice wine: "The old rice wine from a small tavern in Yanchunli, a light folk wine, I'm afraid His Highness may not be used to it."

"Call me Zhao Jiu, don't call me Your Highness." Zhao Xianyou said softly, and then asked again: "Can I have a drink?"

An Le was dumbfounded, looking at the other party's blinking eyes, his dusty temperament was washed away a little.

"Of course you can."

"If you don't mind, you can sit in the small courtyard."

"I don't know if my old friend is still here today." An Le smiled and walked towards the middle of Qingbo Street.

Passing by the side of Zhao Xianyou, Zhao Xianyou walked side by side with An Le naturally.

One in Chinese clothes and the other in Tsing Yi, bathed in the moonlight, strolled leisurely in Taimiao Lane.

When passing by the dimly lit Taimiao, Zhao Xianyou stopped and leaned slightly, followed An Le into the Taimiao Alley.

There was no one waiting at the gate of the small courtyard, and Anle knew that the old man of Taimiao might not come to drink tonight.

Unlocking, pushing the door, the creaking sound breaks the silence of the courtyard, and the mottled shadows cast by the old pagoda tree in the courtyard are slightly rustling in the spring breeze at night.

"Ninth Young Master, please."

An Le said.

Zhao Xianyou froze and narrowed his eyes, as if he liked the title quite a bit.

An Le took out the small table, small chair, and two cups with ease.

Zhao Xianyou didn't dislike either, and sat on the small chair opposite An Le.

He took out the old rice wine that had been heated up, poured a glass with Zhao Xianyou, and the two toasted and drank in silence.

Zhao Xianyou drank it all in one gulp, his eyes lit up slightly, and he smacked the corners of his lips: "Although there is no aura in the wine, it has a somewhat special taste. I have never drunk it before, so it has a special taste."

"Maybe what you're drinking is human fireworks?" An Le looked at Zhao Xianyou who looked like a banished fairy, and said jokingly.

Zhao Xianyou was stunned, and seemed to realize something, then he pursed his lips and smiled: "I have to have another cup."

An Le didn't say much, and poured wine.

One more cup, one cup after another, so many cups.

The pot of old rice wine was quickly drained, An Le only drank three or two, and the rest fell into the stomach of Zhao Xianyou who only said to drink one cup.

"Although the wine is ordinary, but you said something like fireworks in the world, the more I drink it, the more delicious it becomes." Zhao Xianyou narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the taste.

An Le just thinks that the Ninth Prince, who claims to be an immortal descending to the mortal world, is really interesting: "I make a pot of old rice wine every day. If you like it, you can come and sit in my small courtyard when you have time."

Zhao Xianyou stood up, hair lightly fluttering: "That's what you said, I remember."

"This wine has to be paired with the sauced beef from Dingya Lane, the taste is even better." An Le said.

Zhao Xianyou smiled lightly, looked up at the moon, then looked at An Le, clasped his fists and said, "Can I have a look at the green mountains?"

"Someone once said that I am not worthy of Qingshan, but I am not convinced. Today I saw Mr. An wearing Qingshan on his waist, and I was curious, so I came to ask for a look."

An Le sat on the chair, looking at Zhao Xianyou, who was bathed in the moonlight and was born.

He didn't refuse the other party's request, and patted the green hill on his waist lightly.

Sword Qi is approaching!
The Broken Bamboo Sword shot out from the green mountain suddenly, turning into a ray of light that tore through the night, stabbing at Zhao Xianyou.

Zhao Xianyou put one hand behind his back and raised the other, his five fingers were like spears piercing the sky, and he grabbed at the green mountain.

But the moment his five fingers were about to grasp the broken bamboo sword, he seemed to vaguely see drops of blood oozing from the surface of the broken bamboo sword.

Every drop of blood seems to have the same origin as him!
Like hooking five fingers into knuckles, lightly tapping on a green hill.

With a clear and crisp sword sound, the green mountain swept out and stabbed the trunk of the old locust tree in the courtyard, the blade and hilt trembled slightly.

Zhao Xianyou's brows were filled with sadness, but he was also relieved that his doubts had all been resolved.

Suddenly I understood why the old emperor said he was not worthy of this sword.

Just because.

The bamboo sword and the green mountain once knocked open the sky gate, and were stained with the blood of the immortal.

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