Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 79 Waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, Chaotianque [Ask for a monthly ticket! 】

The electricity rushes to the thunder and dark mist, and the white rain hits the cold.

The sudden spring rain fell into the world, and it came suddenly.

But in the house where An Le is located, the sword energy is full of heaven and earth, and the sword energy intertwined between the flying ink pools envelopes the whole house, making the atmosphere like a bright sun shining all over, with a bit of enthusiasm, dispelling the rainstorm and spring cold .

An Le's eyes were shining, she wrote the blank scroll, and kept writing, one after another, words that seemed to be full of enthusiasm, jumped out of the pen.

Outside the dormitory, armored soldiers with knives on their waists dutifully endured the torrential rain, and the rain made white streaks on their cold armor like a veil.

At this moment, the soldier squinted his eyes and stared at the young man who was writing in the house through the rain curtain. He could only feel the sharp sword energy intertwined, and felt the diffuse and agitated mind.

The body that was originally chilled by the torrential rain suddenly burst into violent blood.

For a moment, the soldiers were a little curious about what the boy was writing.

The torrential rain continued to fall like a pillar, adding a bit of the solemnity of Chunwei.

The rain curtain in the distance parted, and three figures in Confucian shirts stood quietly, and the lingering literary spirit lingered at the fingertips, pointing to the young man in the dormitory who was writing essays and answering questions.

The three masters of the Academy of Arts represent three schools of thought. They have countless students under each other's command, and many of them have made it to the Wenqu list.

But today, the three masters appeared at the same time, and it was really rare to watch a young man write a fuss.

"That black sword must be taken from the Sixth Mountain Master Hongchen's sword box." The doctor put his hands behind his back, looked at the young man in the house who was stirring with sword energy, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's right, I didn't expect that the article that inspired the stele of Wenqu was written by this son, but I am not surprised." The third master Wang Banshan stroked his beard and smiled.

The doctor turned his head and glanced at him: "You know him?"

The second master, Pang Ji, said: "This son is now the famous Master An in Lin'an. His black bamboo is amazing. Look at the sword at his waist, and there is also a bamboo sword. Master Zhu must recognize this bamboo sword."

The doctor couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, looking through the bead curtain and rain curtain, he saw a bamboo sword pinned to An Le's waist.

"Zhao Huangting's Green Mountain?"

The doctor said in surprise.

"Yes, Zhao Huangting gifted the green mountain to this son because of a painting of black bamboo, or because of the quality of a young man." The second master said slowly.

For a moment, only the sound of the rain falling on the Chuping was left in the sky and the earth.

"To be able to win Pei Qingshan, he must be a good young man, let's see what kind of articles he has written." The doctor said softly.

As the words fell, the lingering literary spirit in his hands suddenly popped out.

The literary spirit was like a thread, breaking through the rain curtain and falling into the house. The next moment, in front of the three masters, the world suddenly became quiet, as if the years had stopped, and every drop of white rain that fell was frozen in midair.

The doctor raised his hand and tapped a grain of spring rain that seemed to hide sword energy. In an instant, the spring rain changed and condensed into words.

"Since ancient times, when emperors came to rule the world, they have always lived in the middle land to control the barbarians, and the barbarians have stayed outside to worship the middle land. It is unknown that the barbarians are in the middle land to rule the world..."

When the rain condensed into the essays written by the young man, the three masters stared at each text and began to read, chewing on the taste.

The three masters are all scholars, each has his own ideas, and has his own standards for appreciating articles.

From the beginning of Anle's first sentence, we can know Anle's attitude towards the Northern Expedition.

And at the beginning of the sentence, the eyes of the three masters all lit up, and they thought of continuing to look down.

The article is eloquent, and if you look at it in advance with the spring rain condensed into words, you can feel the fiery emotions contained in the article.

"Expel the barbarians and restore Middle Earth!"

When the horoscope appeared, there seemed to be a sword energy coming out through the rain, trying to cut off the dark night with a sword, and usher in a bright light!

"it is good!"

The third master, Wang Banshan, admired it so much that he couldn't help but let out an applause.

The sound shattered the picture, time returned, and the roar was as majestic as a waterfall, covering the surroundings again.

The eldest master Zhu Huoxi and the second master Pang Ji glanced at the third master Wang Banshan, with a little speechlessness in their eyes.

Once the applause comes out, it is bound to be perceived.

The three shook their heads and did not stay here any longer, but the third master Wang Banshan didn't care so much, stroked his beard and laughed, took a step forward and disappeared into the rain.

The first master and the second master also dispersed their figures at the same time, and the positions they stood were covered by the heavy rain, and there was no trace of them anymore.

In the next moment, a majestic mind swept past. After finding no trace, he retreated and came back. After doing this three or four times, he completely retreated.

Inside a building with white walls and black tiles.

Yan Chaoqing, the deputy examiner in official robes, sat on the wooden chair, his mind returned to his body, he opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

"I did hear someone applaud just now, why there is no movement."

Yan Chaoqing's cultivation base is not weak, and his mind rushed away in a short time, but he still didn't catch the other party.

It means that the opponent's cultivation base may be higher than his.

"Forget it, maybe I'm hallucinating. This heavy rainstorm is not like a spring rain at all, but more like a sudden summer rain."

Yan Chaoqing got up, the sandalwood in the house was faint, and he walked slowly to the eaves.

On the edge of the black tiles, the rain interweaves into a curtain, venting like a waterfall, adding a little noise to the silent night.

He also saw the questions of the Chunwei exam this time, but he could guess the entry points for the answers of the candidates from all over the dynasty.

This question was traditionally posed by the traditional examiner Qin Xiang, and most of the candidates will answer the question based on the fact that it is not suitable for the Northern Expedition.

This made Yan Chaoqing feel very boring.

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The winding path leads to a secluded place, under the eaves of thatched huts.

The three masters appeared one after another, their Confucian shirts not even a drop of rain.

"The article written by this son is like an essay on the Northern Expedition. It is magnificent and shows the trend of the general trend. It is very good."

The third master, Wang Banshan, stroked his long beard, and made no secret of his admiration.

"Expelling the barbarians and restoring China...is the program of the call to action. People read it, and they can't help but ignite the thoughts of the Northern Expedition. It is indeed for talented young people."

Zhu Huoxi, the doctor's son, nodded: "Can this son enter the Academy of Arts?"

The second master, Pang Ji, shook his head: "This son is from Chongzhou. He landed in Lin'an not long ago, and has not been admitted to the Academy of Arts."

"This son has a brilliant literary talent, so he should be admitted to the Academy of Arts, how can such a talent be left outside?" Zhu Huoxi, the doctor, was a little displeased.

"After the spring is over, let him enter the Academy of Literature. It can make the stele of Wenqu move, which shows that this son has a great relationship with our Academy of Literature. That Li You'an, Su Zhan is like a fairy, caused a strange phenomenon on the stele of Wenqu, condensed the courage of the writing, and subdued the awe-inspiring!"

"That is another grand event for the Academy of Arts."

The doctor stroked his beard and said.

The third master chuckled: "This son once went to the Wu Temple, which caused the Wu Kui stone of the Wu Temple to be full of anger and blood. The Wu Kui of the past generations appeared to deduce the martial arts for him..."

"The military leader Di Zang bluntly said that if An Le dares to enter the Academy of Arts, he will turn his face directly. I am afraid that it will be very difficult for him to join our Academy of Arts."

The doctor couldn't help but stop when he stroked his beard.

After a long time, Fang said: "This son is born to be a scholar, and he went to the martial arts temple to become a martial artist, which is an insult to gentleness."

"Banshan, you have to break him back."

The third master, Wang Banshan, was smiling, looking at the night and rain, and spoke lightly.

"Today's Academy of Arts is not as pure as that of Wumiao. Is this son allowed to enter the Academy of Arts for intrigue? Besides, this son has conflicts with Qin, and the Academy of Arts may not be able to tolerate him."

"The old man can't break it."

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An Le finished writing the last word, let out a long breath, and his eyes sparkled.

The sword energy in the hall was like autumn light, surging with chills, and after finishing writing his article, it also slowly converged, and finally turned into a pool of ink, which was worn on his waist.

"It's so well written, the Northern Expedition, then Prime Minister Qin will probably be very angry when he sees it."

"However, at most I won't be given points for the big question, and I don't expect to get a score for this question."

An Le smiled freely.

That day, he was very depressed when he saw the old man in Taimiao's golden years, the scenes of those generals weeping and crying when the Great Zhao Dynasty moved south, and the sadness of civil and military officials kneeling to bid farewell to Zhongtu.

Now it's finally vented.

An Le actually doesn't quite understand those officials in the current dynasty who refuse the Northern Expedition and choose to make peace.

If it was the beginning of the southward migration, in order not to waste the people and money, and not to harm the country, it is still within the scope of understanding not to carry out the Northern Expedition to regain lost land and restore face.

But 500 years later, the Great Zhao Dynasty developed in the south of the Canglang River.

It's a good time for the Northern Expedition, but they still don't want to go to the Northern Expedition, and they don't want to tear themselves apart with the Yuanmeng Empire, in order to indulge in the prosperous and gentle town of Lin'an.

Maybe besides reluctance, there is also dare not, for fear of failure, such as the prosperity and shattering of dreams, which will lead to the spread of war.

However, the original root of the Great Zhao Dynasty was in the north of the Canglang River, in Zhongtu!
Shaking her head, An Le put down her pen, raised her head and looked beyond the rain curtain.

He was immersed in writing before, and vaguely felt that someone was spying on him through the rain curtain, but he didn't know who it was, and he was able to get past Chun Wei's monitoring, and it was definitely not easy to cultivate.

However, it's not a big deal if it didn't affect his Chunwei exam.

After answering the exam questions, An Le stopped thinking, closed his eyes slightly, and heard the clang of the sword furnace in the Niwan Palace. In a short period of time, his refined mind improved a little.

When doing the questions, the transformation of the state of mind, coupled with the resonance of the sword waterfall and the mind, so there is an improvement of the mind.

There was a smile on the corner of An Le's lips, and he didn't move the question paper again.

Glancing at the sky, it was vaguely dawning.

In other words, in one day, he answered all the exam questions that he had to do in three days.

For the rest of the time, An Le was very confident and didn't need to check, because for him, the questions were not difficult, and the only thing that could not determine the score was the last Northern Expedition question.

But from the very beginning, An Le had no hope of being able to score points in the Northern Expedition.

Therefore, Anle was actually in the house, seriously visualized "Sword Waterfall Picture", and started to practice like this.

The remaining ink on the tip is still moist, just like when combing the wind and washing the rain.

The torrential rain gradually subsided, the sky gradually brightened, and spring was in full bloom.

Many Juren woke up from the spring sleep, washed their faces in the rain, ate the scones they brought, lit the dimly lit lamps, and continued to answer the questions.

Others are teenagers who sleep in spring to do problems, and others are teenagers who do problems to practice.

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The first session of Chun Wei, which lasted for three days, finally came to an end, and there will be a second and a third session, both lasting three days.

However, candidates for the exams all have one day to rest, so they can sweep away the decadence in three days, and they can also study hard to check for gaps and make up for omissions.

The spring rain stopped on the second day, and today the sun is shining brightly, and many peach blossoms and apricot blossoms in the Wenyuan are blooming in spring.

An Le took the test card out of the dormitory and joined many candidates. Although each of these candidates was tired, they looked excited. They were talking with each other about the content of the test questions and analyzing whether each other's entry points were accurate.

"What do you guys think is the correct starting point for the big question 'On the Northern Expedition or not'?"

"It goes without saying that it is natural to explain the disadvantages of the Northern Expedition in terms of people's livelihood, people's wealth, and public opinion. It is also necessary to focus on explaining the power of the Yuanmeng Emperor, avoiding its edge, and maintaining the current situation of mutual peace is the real solution to the problem. "

"Having said so much, isn't it because Prime Minister Qin came up with this topic? Prime Minister Qin has always advocated maintaining peace and not wanting to spend money on the Northern Expedition."

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The examinees had not yet left the academy, and they started arguing with each other while walking on the Qingshi Road.

An Le listened for a while, then lost interest.

Not far away, there are two figures standing in the distance, bathed in the warm sun, seeing An Le amidst the long grass and warblers flying, they waved excitedly.

It was Liu Yue and the Juren named Xu.

"I'm Jiankang Xu Shun, I've met Master An."

Juren surnamed Xu is much more humble at the moment, and he no longer has the defiant posture he had before.

An Le glanced at him indifferently, nodded slightly to say hello, and then chatted with Liu Yue, who looked a little sad.

Xu Shun pursed his lips, quietly followed behind the two of them, and didn't complain much, the name of Master An was like thunder, and he ignored each other before, but now he is treated like this, which is understandable.

"Master An, on the big topic of the Northern Expedition, do you support the Northern Expedition or not?"

The three of them left the Academy of Arts and walked to the stone tablet archway of the Academy of Arts. Liu Yue, who was looking dizzy all the way, finally couldn't help it, and asked about An Le.

An Le glanced at Liu Yue, and said, "I support the Northern Expedition. The north of the Canglang River is the homeland of the Central Plains. To regain the homeland and avoid being humiliated by the barbarians is the responsibility of my generation."

Liu Yue froze when he heard the words, but Xu Shun on the side kept shaking his head, with excitement on his face: "Master An, no, I'm in the big exam in Chunwei, and I can't just do the questions based on my own mind, but also need to grasp the examiner's will." Likes, supporting the Northern Expedition is not the right answer."

An Le didn't bother to pay attention to this person, and took a deep look at Liu Yue, who was getting paler and paler.

Then he raised his hand and patted: "Don't take it too seriously, it's just for scoring, no shame."

"If you can really become an official in high school because of this, you can fulfill your wish, wait for a new start, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to heaven."

After the words were finished, An Le didn't say any more.

Wearing a green mountain ink pool on the waist, a white dress is spotless, disappearing between the mountain roads at the foot of the Wenyuan Mountain in full spring.

Liu Yue was comforted, and his complexion improved a bit, savoring An Le's words, but his heart was still a bit depressed.

I thought of the grand vow I made at the West Lake to regain the old land of mountains and rivers, and also thought of the little pen and ink I left on the title.

I just feel that my heart has been cut off a little.

"It has to be that everyone, An, is free and easy."

Liu Yue looked at An Le's back with straight waist, fluttering clothes, and saber, and couldn't help showing admiration.

Knowing what the correct answer is, but still able to write what I want to say with my heart, even if I lose points for it, and may even miss the gold list, I still hold my heart.

Liu Yue couldn't do it, because he couldn't give up the golden list, he was full of ambitions, and he needed Qingyun Zhishang to realize it.

As chic as An Le, although he was envious, there was nothing he could do.

Xu Shun smiled at the side: "He is chic now, but if he is not named on the gold list and cannot be listed as a Jinshi, this famous An family in Lin'an will feel very uncomfortable, and he will even become a literati in Lin'an." Mouth joke."

"Be free and easy in front of others, but suffer in hindsight."

Liu Yue frowned slightly, and looked at Xu Shun displeasedly: "You don't understand how free and easy Master An is."

Then without saying a word, he walked away.

Xu Shun curled his lips: "If it weren't for the fact that you, Huating Liu Yue, have a good reputation, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to you."

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The first scene of Chun Wei ended, but for An Le, it seemed as pleasant as listening to a ditty in the West Lake for a day.

Back to the bustling street, amidst the hustle and bustle of people, I went to Yanchunli. The female shopkeeper who hadn't seen her for three days greeted her warmly.

"Why didn't you come for a drink for three days?"

"Is the wine not to your liking?"

asked the female shopkeeper.

An Le bowed and smiled: "Xiaosheng participated in Chunwei, and just finished the first game, so why don't you come for a drink? The wine is fine, it tastes good, let's have two jugs."

When the female shopkeeper heard the words, she was surprised and said proudly: "I never thought that the young master is a juren. Today, the wine is free for the young master! I only hope that the young master is a high school scholar! That small shop can also flourish!"

An Le smiled dumbly, and wanted to pay, but couldn't hold back the enthusiastic female shopkeeper.

After drinking two jugs of white rice wine for free, An Le went to Dingya Lane to cut up a pound of stewed beef.

Feeling happy, I went straight back to Taimiao Lane.

Passing by the Ancestral Temple, just as the door was open, the old man was sitting on a chair, with the picture of galloping horses that he had painted for Master Lin hanging in front of him, squinting his eyes and basking in the warm sun while admiring the painting.

Seeing the old rice wine and beef in An Le's hands, the old man got up familiarly, collected the paintings, closed the door and walked to the courtyard.

In the small courtyard, Anle set up the tables and chairs, warmed the rice wine, and drank and ate meat with the elderly.

"An Xiaoyou is in a good mood, and he seems to have a clear idea. It seems that Chunwei did well in the first test?"

The old man pouted, savoring the taste of the old rice wine, and said.

An Le drank a cup of rice wine boldly, smiled: "No, on the contrary, I might lose a lot of points."

Hearing this, the old man looked over suspiciously.

How happy are you, are you insane?
An Le told the old man about the Northern Expedition exam questions.

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help squinting his eyes: "It's indeed a question that Qin Lishi can come up with."

"How do you answer, little friend? Talk to the old man carefully."

The old man was really curious about An Le's answer.

An Le didn't hide anything, put down her cup, stood up, walked to the yard, and raised her hand to move towards the green hill on the old locust tree.

Qingshan started, and Anle began to dance the three swords given by the old man.

On the other side, he slowly recited the answer to his essay.

The old man sitting on the chair was drinking while listening, and gradually a bright sun-like flame was burning in his eyes, and he wanted to cross the Canglang River with his sword and fight a battle.

A jug of wine was drunk without knowing it.

Wait for De Anle to finish reciting the last word.

The old man clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "It's a good sentence to drive out the barbarians and restore China."

"Good answer, clear answer!"

"Hahaha, the article that caused the Monument of Wenqu to move last night... so it was written by you!"

"Qin Lishi, if you see that this is the answer that caused the Wenqu stele to move, I wonder if he will vomit blood."

"At least it must be very disgusting in my heart."

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(End of this chapter)