Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 81: Drawing with Bamboo and Seeking the Way

You don't need to buy mountain money to live in seclusion, just sit alone in the deep bamboo and hide the blue sky.

Wenxin Forest is quite famous in Lin'an Mansion as a treasured place for cultivating the mind of the Academy of Arts. The quiet Wenxin Forest in front of the Wenqu Stele has attracted many spiritual practitioners to yearn for it.

But most of the time, Wenxinlin is kept secret. Only Confucian scholars who have performed well in each major exam of the Academy of Arts and have left their names on the Wenqu list are eligible to set foot in Wenxinlin to cleanse their minds.

It is rumored that the bamboo forest in Youhuang Wenxin Forest has existed since the founding of the Academy of Arts ten thousand years ago. There are sages and scholars of the Academy of Arts and Confucianism who discussed Taoism here, subtly affecting every bamboo leaf in the bamboo forest.

Therefore, even the officials of the Ministry of Rites were surprised when Wen Xinlin was selected by the Academy of Arts as the test standard for the cultivation of Chunxi practitioners this time.

When I learned that this decision was made by the three masters of the Academy of Arts at the same time, I was even more puzzled. Could it be that the three masters really favored the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list?
Most of the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu List have walked in Wenxin Forest and have experience, so they will have a clearer and more definite plan for the walking route in Wenxin Forest.

But even if the masters are partial, they dare not mention it.

For a moment, the officials of the Ministry of Rites had complex expressions, and could only silently rub their hands outside Wen Xinlin.

To their surprise, the first person to enter the forest was not many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list, but a handsome young man in white with a straight waist.

"This is Mrs. An... The black bamboo has shocked Lin'an with one hand. I never thought that I would come to Youhuang to ask Xinlin today. I wonder if it can have a new influence on his ink bamboo painting concept."

An official from the Ministry of Rites recognized An Le and couldn't help but speak.

Anle's ink bamboo is quite well-known, but the real fame and well-known is the matter of beating Wang Qinhe on the West Lake on a rainy night.

The second master, Pang Ji, stroked his beard, squinted his eyes, with a little curiosity and anticipation, as if he hoped that this young man would bring him some surprises.

On the other side, the many Confucian scholars who were stunned in the Wenqubang also came to their senses, and all of them looked unhappy.

The breeze blows, and the bamboo sea is blown with waves.

A Confucian student on the Wenqu List felt that the limelight was being snatched away, and he couldn't help but speak a little sourly: "This Mr. An is really...reckless, and the bamboo branches in the heart forest are faint. If you are not careful, your mind will get lost in it." , If you don’t figure out the path to go in outside the forest, you will plunge into it, I’m afraid you won’t be able to get far.”

"When you enter the heart forest, first observe the law of the bamboo road in the forest with your mind outside the forest, and find a road from the surging bamboo sea that has left the footsteps of the predecessors through to the Wenqu stele. The sages played a game."

"Master An was born as a Juren, why can't you understand this?"

Maybe someone started it, and the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list spoke one after another. The sour taste in their words made Han Shi, who was holding a knife beside him, really pinch his nose.

"Why are you so sour? Maybe Mr. An can reach the Wenqu Stele without hindrance. It's your rule to observe before entering the forest. It's your common sense. Why do you impose it on Mr. An?"

Han Shi bluntly said directly, he is a bad tempered man, and these sour Confucian scholars are the most annoying.

Although An Le is also a scholar, he is not a scholar of the Academy of Arts. He once attracted Wu Kuishi's energy and blood, and also held a small holy order to defeat Wang Qinhe on the West Lake.

Such a scholar with strength, combat power, and courage is the object of his respect.

Just like General Li Youan!
The more Han Shi spoke, the angrier he became. Facing the stares of those Confucian scholars on the Wenqubang, he stared back angrily, really like an angry lion.

Then he ignored these people, carried a big knife on his back, followed behind An Le angrily, and plunged into the forest of Wen Xin.

Less than five breaths.

Han Shi came out angrily again, looked at a group of people staring at him outside, patted his head, and stared back at many Confucian scholars.

"Who the hell pulled me out?!"

Vulgar and vulgar!

Sure enough, he is the one who came out of the group of rude warriors in Wumiao!

Many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list sneered.

The second master smiled lightly and said, "Calm down and calm down before entering the forest, otherwise you will come out very quickly. Don't let everyone get closer to the Wenqu stele, but you will go further and further away."

Facing the second master, Han Shi still respected him, clasped his fists and bowed, sprayed hot air from his nose, suppressed his annoyance, began to mutter in his mouth, closed his eyes and calmed down.

The Confucian scholars on the song list sneered, and then continued to study the route of Wen Xinlin, while waiting to see An Le's good show.

It's interesting that Master An, who is well-known in Lin'an, has an embarrassment in Wenxinlin.

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Wenyuan asked Xinlin to open, and there was a faint breath of fresh air rushing into the sky. Many powerful cultivators, their souls were all moved and felt.

There is a hut in the secluded part of the path.

In the thatched hut, two old men are sitting opposite each other, playing chess, the black and white chess pieces seem to contain yin and yang, and there seems to be a faint light flashing between them.

Zhu Huoxi, the eldest master, and Wang Banshan, the third master, are playing chess.

"The young man provoked the movement of the Wenqu stele. I don't know if I can walk under the stele. It should be possible, but I don't know if I can look at the Wenqu stele and condense my literary courage."

Zhu Huoxi smiled lightly, holding Bai Luozi.

Wang Banshan stared at the chessboard, sweating profusely, his eyes were serious and dignified, as if he was meeting his opponent.

Picking up Heizi, he hesitated for a long time and couldn't let it go.

The doctor Zhu Huoxi shook his head insignificantly, his heart was dumb, this Wang Banshan, his chess skills... are still as bad as ever.

"Written courage depends on fate. If Anle dared to make such a majestic call to arms for the Northern Expedition, it's not a problem with mere literary courage. I just don't know if I can draw awe-inspiring energy and bless myself."

"The Academy of Arts has developed for thousands of years, and until now, there are really fewer and fewer people in the academy who have awe-inspiring personalities."

Wang Banshan said softly.

So he squinted his eyes and dropped a drop, but he regretted it as soon as he dropped it, so he wanted to pick it up.

Zhu Huoxi shook his head, quickly took a white stone and dropped it.

"You are the third master of the Academy of Arts, you must not lose the quality of playing chess without regrets." Zhu Huoxi, the doctor, chuckled lightly.

"Greatness is rare, and it has been like this in all dynasties. The more prosperous the court, the more prosperous it will be, and the more it will wear down the mind and will of scholars. Now that the Great Zhao has moved to the south for [-] years, it is extremely prosperous. There are too many songs every night in Lin'an." lure."

"How can scholars maintain a righteous spirit in their hearts and gather awe-inspiring things?"

"Those who gather awe-inspiring must not only have quality, but also have knowledge that matches it. Nowadays, scholars are obsessed with prosperity. If they don't delve into knowledge, how can they have awe-inspiring knowledge?"

Zhu Huoxi sighed lightly: "The prosperity and decline of the temple all started from this point."

The third master, Wang Banshan, didn't take it seriously: "When the Confucian scholars of the Academy of Arts and the dignitaries of the temple are involved endlessly, they are destined to be like this. This is their choice. We old bones express our thoughts. They can't force them to listen or not. It is enough to ensure the continuous inheritance of the Academy of Arts."

"You are really free and easy." Zhu Huoxi said.

Wang Banshan shook his head: "It's not that you are unrestrained, you should be disappointed if you see too much, and you will no longer have hope."

"As for whether An Le can attract Haoran, it's actually up to him. It's up to him whether he can attract Haoran or not. If this young man can get Qingshan as a gift from Zhao Huangting, it's no problem to attract Haoran."

Whether or not to attract Haoran depends on whether An Le is willing to...

Zhu Huoxi was taken aback by Wang Banshan's words, is he so optimistic about this young man?
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Anle had already noticed the restlessness in Mochi, and he had been suppressing it with his mind, and there was no chaos.

However, as soon as he let go of his mind, the ink pool would rush out and get into the secluded bamboo forest.

An Le was really helpless about this, just like a horse that had run loose.

For Wen Xinlin, Anle is really looking forward to it. It is a treasured place for cultivating gods. His current realm of refining gods has stepped into a refined world. After passing the Chunwei exam, he visualized the sword waterfall, and now his mind is only a little short of perfection.

Maybe, asking Xinlin today can help him step into consummation?

Dressed in white, she steps into the bamboo forest, her figure disappears into the secluded bamboo forest, and when she looks back, she can't see the road behind her, as if all traces have been erased.

Looking around, only the knotted bamboo branches are lightly fluttering, and the meaning of emerald green is like the baptism of the air after the rain, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Indistinctly, the sound of the ink pool flying in the bamboo sea could be heard in the ear, and the blade of the sword rubbed against the gently fluttering bamboo leaves, making a soft rustling.

There is no way in front of you, only countless green bamboos are growing.

Walking in the bamboo forest, what you are stepping on are soft and withered bamboo leaves.

There seems to be a steaming breath of time, constantly rushing towards Anle, and the withering of each bamboo leaf represents the passing of the annual rings of time.

The layers of bamboo leaves paved on the ground may have gone through a long period of time and turned into spring mud to protect the new bamboo.

The root is exposed, the spine of the dragon is cold, and the leaf plate is the tip of the tail of the phoenix.

Listening to the sound of the bamboo sea, Anle walked slowly, and the sword furnace in Meixin Niwan Palace presented an unprecedented tranquility.

In this kind of tranquility, the mind seems to be forged with a light hammer, slowly tempering, becoming more and more condensed.

The black bamboo goes and returns, galloping among the bamboo forests.

An Le puts his hands behind his back, wears the green hill on his waist, walks to a bamboo plant, and looks at this bamboo plant. In fact, in Wenxin Forest, there are countless such bamboos.

An Le has painted ink bamboo, and he is not unfamiliar with bamboo. He knows how to use ink, how to paint leaves, and how to express bamboo's tenacious and unyielding temperament.

But in fact, it was the first time to seriously calm down and observe bamboo.

His ink bamboo is more based on the impression and brushwork of the previous master of ink bamboo in his mind.

However, An Le has always felt that something is missing.

In Wenxin Forest, An Le stared at a bamboo for a long time.

Outside, the Wenqubang Confucian scholars who observed Wenxin Forest with their minds and charted out a route moved, one by one, set foot in Wenxin Forest, and began to move forward slowly.

The routes they have planned are all feasible paths that have been experienced and verified by the predecessors. Therefore, they firmly believe that as long as they continue to follow the path of the predecessors, they will definitely be able to get out of the Forest of Questions and set foot in front of the Wenqu Stele.

Even though the paths taken by the predecessors were covered by fallen bamboo leaves, what they have to do is to use their minds to break through the bamboo leaves that cover the road and walk out of the path.

This process is the process of baptizing the mind and strengthening the mind, which is the beauty of Wen Xinlin.

Confucian scholars one after another set foot in Wenxin Forest.

The rest of the candidates set foot in the same way, even Han Shi calmed down and made a path plan outside the Forest of Inquiring Hearts, and then set foot in it, following the established path, all the way forward.

The second master, Pang Ji, watched quietly, and the peaceful meaning on his face gradually deepened.

Asking Xinlin, many officials of the Ministry of Rites were also very curious, wondering who had gone the farthest at this moment.

But he saw the second master raised his hand and flicked his sleeves.

Wen Xinlin became transparent, and the figures of every candidate who entered the forest became extremely clear, and their positions became extremely clear.

"Huh? Did everyone, An, go this far?"

"Is it because I lost my way? If so, it's a pity..."

"Master An is good at making black bamboo, but don't let the bamboo get lost in this secluded forest, that would be really ridiculous."

The officials of the Ministry of Rituals were all surprised when they saw An Le standing in front of a bamboo plant, motionless.

They thought that An Le should have traveled a long way, but they never thought that An Le was still not far from entering the forest, and had even been surpassed by many Confucian scholars who had just entered the forest.

The second master looked at An Le, his eyes became more and more serious, and there was also a hint of doubt in his eyes.

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under the hut.

There were crisp sounds when the pieces fell on the chessboard.

Third Master Wang Banshan squinted his eyes: "It's started, I've entered Wenxinlin."

Zhu Huoxi, the doctor's son, chuckled lightly: "Yes, how long do you think it will take for this son to leave the forest?"

Looking at the almost empty chess pieces eaten by Zhu Huoxi, Wang Banshan directly threw the chess pieces back into the chess box, stretched his waist, and chuckled: "Doctor, playing chess is too boring, you and I should guess The time is written on paper, and when the time comes, we will see who guesses right, how about it?"

Zhu Huoxi stroked his beard, nodded with a smile, and satisfied the request of this stinky chess basket.

Then, the two got up and went into the house, wrote down the answers on the paper respectively, folded them, and returned to the chessboard with each other.

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An Le stared at the bamboo in front of him for a long time. It was an old bamboo with a few spots on it, like the traces of time.

Stretch out your hand to touch it, it is extremely cold, the bamboo branches shake lightly, and the rustling bamboo leaves immediately shake off.

Bamboo seems to be shy.

An Le felt surprised at this moment, and seemed to have a different impression of bamboo in his heart.

Bamboo also has a soul.

At this moment, he did not seek any way out of the forest, nor did he pursue the path left by his predecessors.

He began to observe one bamboo plant after another, observing the demeanor and temperament of bamboo.

The black bamboo he had painted was less flexible and more rigid, and there was a gap between them and the real bamboo.

Anle Gezhu wants to bring the ink bamboo painting into the living room.

Draw the ink bamboo that belongs to his happiness.

The forest is quiet, the breeze blows, the silence is broken, and there is the sound of turbulent waves.

Before you know it, the warm sun is setting to the west.

The setting sun is still there, and the cold chime fills the empty forest.

Candidates who participated in Wenxin Forest experienced the initial journey one by one, but they all began to hesitate. Although they had planned their minds and minds before entering the forest, they really wandered into the forest and walked a long way according to the established route, and then they all began to get lost again. .

After getting lost, you can only find the way forward with a disorganized mind, and finally, wandering in place.

No one came out of Wen Xinlin.

An Le is still in the grid of bamboos, he has gained a lot from watching the bamboos for so long, and he has a full grasp of the aura of bamboos.

He touched the green mountain of the bamboo sword on his waist, and the green mountain was very comfortable.

An Le smiled, stopped cutting the bamboo, stood up, and the setting sun shining through the bamboo leaves reflected on his body, pulling out a long figure.

An Le raised his hand and tapped lightly in the void.

call out!
Mochi, who had been insane for a day in the Wenxin Forest, broke through the dense bamboos and came galloping, surrounding Anle.

An Le grabbed the inkwell, and it was Ling Kong who started splashing ink.

It seems to use the heaven and the earth as paper, and the ink pool as the brush, to make a picture of ink bamboo.

Beyond the secluded Huang.

All the officials from the Ministry of Rituals were in high spirits, and the second master also squinted his eyes, looking at the young man who had been standing quietly not far from the entrance of Wenxin Forest all day.

With a flying smile on the corner of the white clothed boy's lips, he held a sword and drew in the air.

The mind emerges like a waterfall and melts into the painting in front of him.

The black-colored bamboo is very abrupt. It should be incompatible with the real bamboo, but it is presented by An Le's painting. Standing in the forest of Wenxin, it seems to be integrated with the bamboo in the forest.

At this moment, the spirit in the sword furnace in An Le's eyebrows has officially stepped into the realm of perfection!

Vaguely, in the sword furnace, even the heart surged, and a vague figure gathered on the sword embryo.

Consummation of the mind, the primordial spirit manifests itself!
Although vague, it meant that Anle's realm of refining gods had already touched the threshold of the fourth realm of primordial spirit.

When the primordial spirit is condensed into reality and can swim out of the body, it will be regarded as officially stepping into the primordial spirit realm!

Outside the bamboo forest.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites were extremely shocked. They couldn't help but take a deep breath when they saw the young man painting with sword energy in the sky.

"Is this the ink bamboo of Mr. An? It seems... more flexible. Although it is freehand, it has the truth and details of meticulous brushwork. It is really not bad!"

Many officials admired it.

The second master narrowed his eyes, let out a long breath, looked at the black bamboo, his eyes were full of admiration.

At this moment, he was no longer worried that An Le would not be able to walk out of this Forest of Questions.

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Qingbo Street, Taimiao.

Zhao Huangting, who was laying out paper and painting in the temple, suddenly paused his strokes, and his ears moved, as if he heard the sound of forest beating leaves.

The black bamboo painting hung on the wall inside the house began to tremble uncontrollably.

He hurriedly put down his pen, walked quickly to the window, and looked towards the direction of the Academy of Arts. His eyes were fixed, but when he saw the direction of the Academy of Arts, a breath of fresh air rose to the sky.

Zhao Huangting pinched his long eyebrows and laughed.

With a movement of his mind, the extremely tyrannical soul left his body, and under the setting sun, he seemed to be walking towards the direction of the Academy of Arts under the setting sun.

The sky above the Academy of Arts is not only in Zhao Huangting's mind.

Li You'an's Yuanshen also came with his hands behind his back, Mrs. Hua's Yuanshen also hovered in the air, and there were also a few strong Yuanshen from Lin'an Mansion coming from the sky.

In Zhao Huangting's Primordial Spirit View, in the Forest of Asking Heart, An Le holds a sword as a black bamboo, but this black bamboo has subtle changes compared to the original one.

The original ink bamboo was created by Anle, and there were some flaws in the carving of bamboo images, but today, Anle made up for this flaw, and even seemed to be a different person from the previous painters of ink bamboo.

The Mo Zhu at this moment is the Mo Zhu that truly belongs to Anle!
And when Li You'an and Zhao Huangting were paying attention to Mo Zhu.

Only Mrs. Hua sensed Anle's mind, and she stepped into the perfection of refinement, and vaguely gave birth to the phantom of the primordial spirit.

Mrs. Hua's red lips parted slightly, and she couldn't help but gasp.

An Le seems to be cultivating gods...more genius than her!

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Under the setting sun, ask in the heart of the forest.

After An Le finished painting the black bamboo, a sullen breath spewed out of his heart, causing the bamboo forest to sway, and his mind grew strong and refined, making his eyes sparkle and full of energy.

He drew the bamboo that belonged to him, Anle, with a happy heart and clear thoughts. He laughed freely and put the ink pool on his waist. Anle stopped drawing bamboos in place and strode forward.

I didn't plan any road with my mind, and I didn't find the road.

Just taking a step, the bamboo branches blocking the front will be moved away, and a brand new road will be opened!
It belongs to An Le's own path.

This is the case with painting bamboo, the same with walking, and the same with practice.

Half a moment later, a figure dressed in white, wearing two swords at his waist, stepped out of the bamboo forest.

Walked to the pavilion that covered the stele of Wenqu.

at this time.

The stars and the moon are just above the tips, and the stars are still shining brightly on the stele.

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Inside the thatched cottage.

A charcoal stove boils water.

The senior master Zhu Huoxi and the third master Wang Banshan looked at each other, and they spread out the folded papers in their palms one after another.

All of them are written with guessed time.

"a moment"

And it took only half a moment to walk out of the forest from Anle to paint ink bamboo with sword energy.

Under the thatched eaves, the moonlight is cold.

The two looked at each other and smiled wryly at each other.

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