Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 82 A sword in the green hills drinks the grandeur, and the years can be seen in the stele of Wenqu 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

A secluded path leads straight into the hut.

Starlight and moonlight sprinkled, covering the thatched roof with a layer of light gauze like plain snow.

Under the eaves, two people sat facing each other, making tea with a charcoal stove.

The first time is like a clear wave showing crab eyes, and the second time is like a light car turning Yang Chang.

After a while, the waves are surging and the waves are unstoppable, spreading the tongue to float the sweet fragrance.

On the charcoal stove, the boiling water is noisy, and the tea leaves are stretched and ups and downs with the boiling water in the stove.

The two old people sat around the charcoal stove, the heat from the stove dispelled the chilly spring, the time they wrote on the paper was indeed the same, and they believed that the time for Anle to leave Wenxinlin should be a quarter of an hour.

However, the same answer for the two resulted in the same result, both of which were mistakes.

It took An Le only half a moment from the beginning to the end of asking the heart, and then to Chuanlin, which was faster than they expected.

"Having asked for half a moment, the road is smooth, and the road is opened for him. This son... has found a new road."

The doctor Zhu Huoxi sighed lightly: "You and I are both old, and there is a time when we are mistaken."

"Getting out of the forest in a moment is the fastest speed since the thousand years of our Great Zhao Dynasty, and it was created by Su Zhanxian, who was so talented in writing at the time."

"But I never thought that today's record will be broken."

The third master, Wang Banshan, stroked his beard, lowered his eyes, and watched the tea leaves in the furnace, shaking his head and chuckling.

"It seems that this son has gained a lot in Wenxinlin. Perhaps he has sorted out his future path and has a clear enough plan for his future journey, so that he can go out of Wenxinlin unimpeded all the way."

Zhu Huoxi stroked his beard and smiled lightly: "This son is really suitable for our Academy of Arts, Master Banshan, don't you try to break him back?"

"The Academy of Arts can't keep him, so why bother to seek humiliation?"

Wang Banshan said softly.

Zhu Huoxi couldn't help being silent when he heard the words.

"If scholars acquire some bad habits, they will lose their innocence, and the fog on the road will become more and more dense. How can the literary academy retain such geniuses? Over the years, the martial arts temple has produced outstanding talents, all of which are to regain their homeland. For my own responsibility, Ye Longsheng, Zhong Shiji, Di Zang, Han Zhongyuan... Who is there in the Academy of Arts?"

"Li You'an? Su Zhanxian? They never entered the Academy of Arts."

Wang Banshan said softly, as if whispering, a little helpless.

"It's not just the Academy of Arts, it's the same with the big imperial court. The extravagant and decadent atmosphere is like maggots on the tarsus bone. If I come here, I will definitely change everything." Wang Banshan seemed to drink a sip of tea with anger.

Zhu Huoxi sighed.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at Wang Banshan, and he could see that the third master of the Academy of Arts seemed to have a fire in his eyes, as if he was about to stir up a prairie fire.

Wang Banshan poured Zhu Huoxi a cup of hot tea, and the two of them sat under the eaves holding the tea, looking up at the starry sky and the long river on a spring night.

After a long time, Zhu Huoxi smiled lightly: "Just do what you want, the world is justified, and within the scope of reason, I will help you."

Wang Banshan chuckled, raised his teacup, and knocked it lightly with Zhu Huoxi.

It seems that what the two of them are drinking at this moment is not tea, but fine wine.

Take a sip to cleanse the dust, and suddenly feel the coolness of lips and kisses.

Although there are no five thousand volumes of writing in my chest, the new poems are also enough to catch up with the late Tang Dynasty.

Scholars have no appearance of wealth and honor, so why should they boast about anointing Liang when they are proud.

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Above the bamboo sea, the evening breeze is gentle.

The figures of several primordial spirits appeared on it, shining like stars.

Zhao Huangting laughed unrestrainedly, Yuanshen had an insight into the bamboo sea in Wen Xinlin, and saw that the vivid but seemingly real black bamboo, at this moment, Zhao Huangting knew that it was the black bamboo belonging to An Le.

"As expected of the Wenxin Forest that has been passed down by the Academy of Arts for thousands of years. Although the Academy of Arts has produced some heartless people like Qin Lishi in recent years, there is nothing to say about the background of the Academy of Arts."

Zhao Huangting laughed out loud, but he didn't shy away from the Academy of Arts in his words.

Li You'an, Mrs. Hua, and the soul of Fourth Master Lin who sneaked in all laughed lightly, and also felt somewhat moved.

Went out to ask Xinlin half a moment, which shows one thing, that is Anle's state of mind, has been baptized, and has broken through the confusion in his heart.

There will be a smooth road in the future, and no random flowers can confuse his eyes and distract his heart.

It is absolutely impossible for a bean curd Dao Xin like Luo Qingchen to appear.

"Good guy, the Academy of Arts has spent a lot of money this time. Yesterday's movement of the Wenqu stele made them take out Wen Xinlin at all costs. This is to sell it well and make a good relationship."

Zhao Huangting saw through the purpose of the three masters of the Academy of Arts at a glance.

"An Le did get help in the Asking Heart Forest, which strengthened her Dao Heart, purified her state of mind, and achieved the goal of forming a good relationship."

Mrs. Hua's primordial spirit is as erratic as a nine-day goddess, her eyes are shining, and she also speaks.

"This son's style of painting ink bamboo has changed. Although he created the genre of ink bamboo in the past, he always feels that his bamboo...is imitating the predecessors. Now, it has its own spirituality."

Li You'an nodded, he was more concerned about the transformation of An Le Mo Zhu.

"This is what Wenxinlin is for. The Academy of Arts, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has a profound foundation after all."

Zhao Huangting sighed, he was very happy.

"It's good."

Li You'an's Yuanshen held his hands behind his back, looked across the bamboo sea, and saw the stele of Wenqu reflecting the starlight in the pavilion.

His eyes flickered, but he didn't know what to think.

The primordial spirits of the people have not dissipated, and it is rare to appear here, so we want to see if Anle can be obtained in front of the Wenqu stele.

Interfering with Xinlin is a kind of chance, but in front of the Wenqu stele, it is not known whether An Le will have a greater chance.

Therefore, they are all a little curious.

The stele of Wenqu can gather gallantry and condense grandeur. If both can be achieved, the future will be limitless!

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An Le came out of the Wenxin Forest, dressed in white over snow, with green hills and ink ponds trembling around her waist, as if there were swords singing high, swinging around, causing bamboo leaves to sharpen.

The sky meets the clouds and the morning mist, and the galaxy is about to turn and dance with thousands of sails.

An Le, dressed in white and bathed in starlight, seemed to have a hidden radiance, and the palm of his hand fell to the hilt of the sword, suppressing the restless green hills and ink pools.

The pavilion stands quietly, falling under the stars all over the sky, and appears in the depths of the bamboo sea.

The starlight shining on the Wenqu stele seems to attract Wenqu stars from the sky.

This stele is very tall, but the surface is as smooth as a mirror. With the character of Xinghui, it gathers knowledge and is full of historical precipitation.

Looking at the stele is like looking at the ancient times, and it is even more strange in An Le's eyes.

On the stele of Wenqu, there are strands of time lingering, pervading, and swaying like seaweed...

An Le's eyes narrowed slightly.

His heart was shaken, and he confirmed again and again whether the swaying on the Wenqu tablet was really the air of time. After all, it was the first time for An Le to see the air of time in other things besides practitioners.

In addition to the real person, can also gather the spirit of time?
That's why An Le was shocked.

Dressed in white clothes, An Le walked with his sword, walked on foot, and climbed to the stele.

The stele hut stands empty and silent, surrounded by layers of bamboo leaves, which change endlessly in spring and autumn.

An Le can feel that there seems to be a majestic will in the stele hut, this will is like a pair of eyes, falling on him through many years.

Slightly heavy, but bearable.

It seems that the will of a literati ancestor who has left traces in the long river of time is watching him.

An Le approached the stele house step by step, so close at hand.

Looking at the smooth Wenqu stele, it seems that a star map is reflected on it, like a starry sky.

After looking at the stele for a long time, An Le felt that her mind was calm, and her refined mind, which had just broken through to perfection, was still flowing like a clear spring.

Observing closely, An Le discovered the difference in the air of time. The air of time on the Wenqu stele is covered with a layer of haze, making it even more illusory.

An Le took a deep breath, with a hint of respect on his face.

With a thought, he began to absorb a ray of time.

Then another strand, and another strand.

A gust of breeze comes slowly, engulfing a few bamboo leaves passing by, and the picture seems to be opened in the rolling of the bamboo leaves.

In the picture, there is a skinny old man holding a bamboo stick, standing under the starry sky, reciting poems.

A woman with red makeup writes Spring and Autumn.

There are swordsmen with swords and hats, who kill people while reciting poems.

Scholar drinking, madman splashing ink, general dancing with a gun...

One after another, the pictures of years with the romantic seniors in front of the Wenqu stele, like a white horse passing by, passed quickly in front of his eyes, and one after another, the figures that had been slapped and ups and downs by the years, reappeared in the world.

Every time the picture flows past, there is always white fresh air surging in the Wenqu stele.

In the academy.

The eldest master, the second master and the third master are all staring at this moment.

Zhao Huangting, Mrs. Hua, Li Youan and others also observed carefully.

The official in charge of recording in the Ministry of Rites was already very excited.

The starlight overflowed from the Wenqu stele, permeating the whole body of the boy in white clothes. Indistinctly, there seemed to be blurred figures all over the boy's body, floating with the gathering of starlight.

An Le's complexion gradually turned pale, and his mental strength was consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But as if he didn't know it, he kept observing the energy of time, even though there hadn't been any ray of golden years, and he had never condensed the fruit of the years.

However, Anle's age is increasing, and he seems to have a long conversation with the heroic scribes in front of the Wenqu tablet for thousands of years in the past.

The night was beautiful and painful.

On the stele of Wenqu, An Le absorbed eighteen wisps of the spirit of time, his mind was exhausted, he could no longer observe the pictures, he could no longer ask questions from the ancients, and swim in the long river of time.

It was as if a hole had been dug in a sailing boat, and the water flooded in, making it difficult for the boat to sail, and it gradually sank.

A gust of night wind blew, white clothes fluttered, Anle opened his eyes, exhausted, he had to reach the ground with the green hills to stabilize his body without falling.

He could see a majestic white air gushing out of the Wenqu stele, like the mist in the mountains in the morning light.

Vaguely, he seemed to be able to see the seniors who had been watching from the air of time dimly in the clear air, smiling and nodding at him.

The moment the white clear air appeared.

The primordial spirits of many strong men who were watching were suddenly excited.

All of them were shocked and murmured.

"Haoran!"

Where the stars shine brightly, you can see Haoran coming out!
But the next moment, many excited strong souls, as if cold water had been poured on them, were astonished and sighed one by one.

However, he saw that the white fresh air from the Wenqu stele had never been absorbed or integrated into the young man's body, but poured into the broken bamboo sword held by the young man like a file.

Qingshan drinks Haoran with a sword.

The light of the bamboo sword flickered slightly, and it seemed that it had returned to silence, and there was no more movement.

Under the starry sky, after many powerhouses were stunned, they sighed.

"Hao Ran drew it out, but didn't add it to the body of a young man. This... is really a pity."

Asking outside Xinlin, the second master Pang Ji sighed.

"Then Qingshan... how can even Haoran absorb it?"

In the thatched hut, Zhu Huoxi, the doctor's son, was also stunned, so he was somewhat puzzled.

Third Master Wang Banshan stroked his long beard, not knowing what to say.

The young man did attract Haoran, but Haoran was absorbed by a sword, as if he provoked meat buns and ended up feeding them to a dog...

Although Qingshan is very extraordinary and cannot be compared with a dog, but at the moment the masters of the Academy of Arts have this feeling in their hearts.

In front of the Wenqu stele, it is the easiest to attract Haoran for the first time, but it becomes more and more difficult as you go forward, it is as difficult as going up to the blue sky.

If An Le wants to regain his grandeur, it may be impossible.

Wen Xinlin disappeared without a trace, and many Confucian scholars who got lost in it all regained their clarity and no longer ran around like headless chickens.

They also saw the young man standing in front of the stele, which aroused Haoran.

Many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list were struck by lightning one by one, and their pride felt completely shattered.

However, as the grandeur surging in the Wenqu stele was absorbed by the broken bamboo sword, the Confucian scholars felt a sense of gloating and comfort in their hearts.

Seeing that An Le has not been blessed with grandeur, I am really a little secretly happy.

He would feel in his heart that, like them, Master An has never been awe-inspiring, but he is just so unattainable and incomparable.

Under the night sky, the breeze blows, and there is silence.

Mrs. Hua's primordial spirit looked at Zhao Huangting suspiciously, even Li Youan couldn't bear to take a look.

The two seemed to be asking, what about the green hill you gave me? !

Seeing that Hao Ran was about to join him, Qing Shan came out to intervene...

Is this Qingshan a spy planted by Zhao Huangting?

Zhao Huangting was also very speechless: "Don't look at the old man, how does the old lady know what's going on?"

"Back when I looked at this stele of Wenqu, I never attracted Haoran. If I knew that Qingshan loved drinking Haoran, I would regret it now, and I should have chopped down the stele of Wenqu with my sword."

Zhao Huangting slammed his mouth and said.

If you gain the awe-inspiring body, you will be able to gain righteousness in Anle, and you will be able to break through the confusion on the road of practice, and evil spirits and ghosts will not dare to approach you.

But the problem is, now that Haoran is cut off by Qingshan, everyone feels a little uncomfortable and regretful.

"However, Qingshan is quite mysterious. I have only scratched the surface of its research these years. Maybe the Qingshan after drinking all the water will have a transformation that I don't know, and it will give back peace and happiness." Zhao Huangting thought for a while and said.

"Actually, Qingshan is Anle's sword, and its inner grandeur is the same as Anle's grandeur. There is not much difference."

Li Youan said.

However, everyone knows that these are just comforting words, Haoran Yujian is quite different from others.

"An Le seemed to have consumed a lot of energy just now, maybe it was Qingshan who left her awe-inspiring?"

Mrs. Hua pondered, she could only explain in this way.

But I have to say that everyone is still quite regretful that they could not see the birth of a generation of Haoran scribes.

Everyone no longer watched, their minds dispersed.

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In the pavilion.

An Le raised the green hill, rubbed it lightly with his palm, and could feel that the green hill had absorbed the white fresh air, and there seemed to be different changes in the faint.

Qing Shan seemed to enjoy An Le's caress quite a bit, with sword light flowing.

The other ink pool at the waist didn't dare to move in front of Haoran, let alone try to draw it.

Although he has never gained awe-inspiring, Anle is not without gains. His brows and hearts are exhausted, but he will definitely grow stronger after recovery. In addition, the eighteen wisps of time spirit from the Wenqu stele have lost their share today. But being able to absorb extra is tantamount to developing another function of the light curtain, and An Le is also happy in his heart.

Looking at the pictures of the ages of those ancient and romantic predecessors, Anle is in the practice, and there has been a lot of improvement in knowledge.

Although she has never been a noble person, An Le does not feel too much loss, and even has expectations in her heart.

Holding the green mountain, one can vaguely feel that Haoran in the Wenqu stele is undergoing a certain change or even blending with the sword energy of the green mountain. When the change is completed, it will also feed back to him.

With Qing Shan wearing her waist, An Le's complexion remained pale with exhaustion, she took a step back, and made a long bow towards the Wenqu stele.

So he no longer misses watching the stele, and turns around to leave the stele house.

Bathe in the starlight and leave in style.

On the Wenqu stele, the starlight disappeared without a trace, and the simplicity and simplicity that had been silent for thousands of years were restored.

The second master Pang Ji stroked his beard and sighed softly, looking at the young man who had not achieved greatness but was still free and easy, with admiration in his eyes.

"The practice results have been released, can you remember them well?"

The second master looked at the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites put away the brochures and bowed to the Master.

When Wen Xinlin disappeared, they all used their minds to measure and make judgments on the results of each candidate.

The first is of course no suspense the ease of stepping into the stele hut, and then they are judged according to the distance.

Han Shi, who was recommended by the Cangzhou army, ranked fifth, surpassing many Confucian scholars on the song list, which is quite surprising.

The second master is very disappointed with the achievements of the Confucian scholars on the Wenqubang, and the senior master has been studying the "supreme truth" in seclusion all year round, hoping to break through the road to the ten realms.

The third master, Wang Banshan, has always been dissatisfied with the Academy of Arts and wanted to make drastic reforms, but the court has been suppressing it.

Therefore, it was his second master, Pang Ji, who really devoted himself to cultivating Confucian scholars and teaching them knowledge.

It's a pity that the results this time really let him down.

"Master, I'll leave now. When the results of cultivation bases are announced, and combined with the results of the Shangchun Wei Literary Examination, the list of Jinshi in the first-class list can be determined. In addition, the number of places in the pre-temple examination can also be basically determined."

The officials from the Ministry of Rites cupped their fists and saluted respectfully towards the second master.

The second master also bid farewell to the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

An Le left the Wenqu Monument, while Han Shi, a young man on the frontier with a knife on his back, was extremely excited and came over with his face flushed.

"Master An, you are really amazing. You even made Haoran aroused even more by being on the Wenqu stele. Although you have not added Haoran, it is enough to make Lin'an famous again!"

"I'm happy today, let's have a drink?"

Han Shi was very excited. This time he beat many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list, ranking fifth, and his heart was even more joyful.

An Le smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take you to drink."

The two bid farewell to the second master. Under the complex eyes of many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list, Han Shi couldn't help laughing and walking away.

An Le and Han Shi left the Academy of Arts and went straight to the bustling long street of Lin'an Mansion.

The starlight and the moon are cold, swaying the long street.

The Ministry of Rituals began to calculate the results of the Chunwei literary and military examinations in full swing, and compiled the list of Jinshi in the first and second lists.

the other side.

The curtain of spring came to an end, and the luxury and prosperity of Lin'an Mansion, which had been suppressed for many days, showed its scenery again.

The flower boats on the West Lake are full of lanterns and flowers, singing and dancing every night.

Linhua Pavilion is full, one is hard to find, Yingying Yanyan, when will the singing and dancing stop.

An Le, who was in a happy mood, brought Han Shi, who was blinded by the night scene of Lin'an, to a small tavern in Yanchunli, a remote alley.

No extravagance, no prosperity.

Returning to the hometown with a breeze in both sleeves, it is still like a cloth towel.

"Ma'am, serve the wine."

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