Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 91 The young man beheaded Hujia with arrogance, and fought against a Lin'an 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

The wine dances in front of the flowers, and the nobile shadow falls into the silver lamp.

Charming, scratching the heart, Yingying Yanyan, dancing in the Linhua Pavilion to promote peace.

An Le is carrying the old rice wine, wearing a white dress with wide sleeves to fill the spring breeze, with her hair disheveled, looking at the Linhua Pavilion under the night under the stars and the lights just coming up.

Of course, Anle has heard of this most famous place where fireworks ask the willows in Lin'an Mansion, but has never set foot there.

The flower boat on the West Lake is also a place of fireworks, but compared with Linhua Pavilion, it is nothing, whether it is extravagant or luxurious, it is far behind.

If it weren't for Fairy Yunrou on the flower boat in the West Lake, it wouldn't be able to attract so many literati.

The biggest difference between Linhua Pavilion and the many flower boats on the West Lake is that practitioners come and go in Linhua Pavilion. Basically, practitioners will choose Linhua Pavilion instead of the flower boats on West Lake.

This huge Linhua Pavilion seems to be the epitome of prosperity like a dream after the Zhao Dynasty moved to the south, ecstasy and aspiration.

No. 15 on the list of little saints, named Ximen Qiuhua, a rather unusual genius on the list of little saints, double four realms, four realms of refining gods and body, and now only 22 years old.

Unlike Wang Qinhe, Ye Wenxi, Sima Pudu and other geniuses, Ximen Qiuhua did not have any noble background, and even, his status was a bit humble, he was born of a dancer in Linhua Pavilion.

Growing up in Linhua Pavilion, she showed her talent and was favored by the behind-the-scenes existence of Linhua Pavilion. In addition to her lowly status, she was qualified to study and learn, and to participate in the imperial examination.

But Ximen Qiuhua went to the Academy of Arts to study, only a few times, and never went again, because even though his humble status was removed, he still couldn't get in with the students of the Academy of Arts.

Those Confucian scholars of the Academy of Arts who often wandered around Linhua Pavilion knew Ximen Qiuhua's identity, ridiculed them, and were ashamed to study with Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua finally returned to Linhua Pavilion and studied hard with his books in his hands. Because he was educated in Linhua Pavilion since he was a child, he has learned good piano skills, made good tea, and is even better at playing flute.

Even, in Linhua Pavilion, his rank is comparable to that of many oirans, because the world comes to Ximen for flowers, not because of beauty, nor because of hobbies, but solely to admire his piano skills, tea skills and flute sound .

Of course, no one dared to mess around, because the person behind Ximen Qiuhua was the behind-the-scenes existence of Linhua Pavilion, and the rumored status and power were unimaginable.

An Le smiled, recalling the information in the letter Mrs. Hua gave.

The image of Ximen Qiuhua gradually appeared in his mind.

After dusting off her white clothes, An Le walked towards Linhua Pavilion.

A crescent moon shoots into the room, and the spring breeze blows into the curtain.

In front of Linhua Pavilion, many literati and cultivators noticed the handsome young man walking slowly, carrying a pot of old rice wine and two swords on his waist.

The name of Master An is now absolutely extraordinary in Lin'an. Reciting three thousand poems in front of the Prime Minister Qin's mansion and extradition of Haoran have already become unforgettable scenes for countless people.

Therefore, when An Le appeared, many practitioners stopped in front of the Linhua Pavilion, especially some Confucian scholars who were on the Wenqu List of the Academy of Arts, their drunkenness was instantly blown by the rain and the wind, and they stared at the young man with wide eyes.

"Ann everyone."

Many cultivators greeted An Le with eager eyes, but they also secretly looked at the young man. Did Si Chen, the talented Master An, also come to Huage to seek pleasure?
However, it was rumored that everyone in An went to the West Lake to watch the flower boats and didn't come to the boundary of Huage. Could this be... a change of taste?
Unlike the Confucian scholars of the Academy of Arts, many literati did not have too many conflicts with Anle, and greeted Anle with admiration and sympathy.

An Le smiled and bowed, returning the salutes one by one, and then stepped into Yingying Yanyan's Linhua Pavilion.

A fragrant wind blew in, and several graceful figures approached quickly, before approaching, they slowed down and bowed their bodies.

"The slave family has met Mr. An."

The unanimous words, soft and charming, made An Le feel a little serious.

Graceful figures stepped aside one after another, and an elderly, graceful woman who still retained her youthful beauty walked slowly, looked at An Le, and bowed her body to salute.

"I have heard the name of Mrs. An for a long time. Today I see Mrs. An coming to my Linhua Pavilion. The Linhua Pavilion is really full of splendor, and looking at my sisters, my eyes are almost watering."

The woman made a round fan with chrysanthemums painted on it. Although the words were exaggerated, her posture was elegant, with the grace of a noble lady.

"Master An, let's go upstairs. The slave family has prepared the best wing room for Master An. The younger sisters also let Master An choose. I heard that Master An has his own style of painting. We have Linhua Pavilion, and there are sisters who are good at painting. I hope Everyone, An, can give you some pointers."

The woman smiled like a peach blossom and said softly.

An Le smiled, looking at the woman in front of her, don't look at the woman who is ordinary, but the age is lingering on her body, and she probably has three realms of cultivation.

Clasping fists together, Anle said: "This sister, I am coming to Huage to find someone, please tell me, No. 16 Anle on the Xiaosheng list, come to challenge."

The smile on the woman's face froze immediately.

The surrounding literati and scholars, as well as many practitioners who were watching, all became quiet after listening to An Le's words.

To challenge in the name of the little saint list?

who to challenge?
Naturally, it is Ximen Qiuhua, the little saint list genius in Linhua Pavilion.

"This... this is Mrs. An. Linhua Pavilion is such a beautiful place of fireworks. Fighting is really boring. Why don't we invite Miss Tianxiang from Linhua Pavilion to chat with Mrs. An? Miss Tianxiang likes Mrs. An's black bamboo Yes, I copy it every day.”

The smile returned to the woman's face, said.

However, An Le still smiled, raised his head, and looked past the hanging red lanterns one by one, and landed on the high-rise railing of the pavilion.

There, there was a man in plain clothes standing upright, looking down at An Le.

"Aunt Xuan, please come up, everyone."

The man spoke, and the voice floated.

Aunt Xuan still had a smile on her face, sighed lightly, turned to An Le and said, "Mr. An, please."

There was also less eagerness in the words.

An Le followed the woman named Aunt Xuan all the way up the ladder, and the Linhua Pavilion suddenly became a little quiet, and many eyes followed the movements of An Le and Aunt Xuan.

At this moment, many people's minds have already turned into turbulent waves. Today's Little Saint Ranking changed, and An Le jumped from [-]th place to [-]th place.

Originally, everyone was still shocked by Anle's breakthrough, but they never thought that Anle would come to challenge the No.15 Ximen Qiuhua just after nightfall!
Ximen Qiuhua, exercise body and mind are all four realms, but although An Le cultivates gods and breaks the four realms, exercise is still only three realms!
Also a genius, does An Le want to fight across borders?

Ximen Qiuhua is not the same as Wang Qinhe, he is a small holy order that is really obtained by his own talent. The only reason why he ranks fifteenth is that his cultivation base is a little weaker, and he has just broken into the fourth realm not long ago.

Ximen's experience of seeking flowers is not a secret in Linhua Pavilion. His piano skills and tea art have long attracted the attention of many dignitaries.

It's just that because of his background, Ximen Qiuhua's practice started a little later and lagged behind too much. Therefore, although he obtained the Little Sacred Order by his own strength, it is difficult for him to rank very well in terms of cultivation.

On this point, many people think that Anle is somewhat similar to Ximen Qiuhua.

On the fifth floor of Linhua Pavilion, the door is pushed open, and a little bit of sandalwood floats out from it. This floor is quite quiet, and it lacks the smell of rouge and gouache. It seems to be a place for worshiping Buddha, not like a place for fireworks.

An Le stepped into the house, the door could not help being closed by Aunt Xuan, and it was completely isolated from the outside world in an instant, without any sound or noise.

In such a noisy place as Linhua Pavilion, it is really interesting to get quietness.

An Le dressed in white, entered the room, and saw a plain-clothed man with a handsome face sitting on the tea table.

"Mr. An, please."

Ximen Qiuhua sees An Le, and also knows that An Le is here to challenge him, so he doesn't show much surprise on his face.

An Le sat on a chair, facing him, separated by a few feet.

Ximen Qiuhua took off the hot water boiling on the charcoal stove, took off a few tea leaves and dropped them into the celadon cup, and then brewed them with hot water, and the tea leaves spread out in it. Beside the ebony tea table, there was a tea cup The yellow pear wood guqin with scorched tail, the strings on it are shining silver light under the light of the small oil lamp beside the table.

A cup of hot tea is wrapped in a wave of spiritual power, and it floats towards Anle.

An Le took it, and the green tea in the smooth and warm tea cup was crystal clear, with an extremely attractive color. After playing with the tea cup for a while, An Le drank it all in one gulp.

The strong tea fragrance bursts in the mouth, completely releasing the taste of the tea itself and the aura contained in it.

The pleasing tea ceremony, the control of temperature and time are extremely precise.

"Mr. An is here to challenge me? If you remember correctly, Mr. An has just risen to the sixteenth place today, right? Shouldn't you challenge me after you have consolidated your strength?"

Ximen Qiuhua looked at Anle and asked gently.

"I don't have much time left, so hurry up."

An Le put down the teacup and responded softly.

The two are not like opponents who are about to have a life-and-death confrontation with each other, but more like old friends for many years, drinking tea and talking.

"Not much time..." Ximen Qiuhua seemed puzzled, played with the tea set on the tea table, then thought of something, raised his head suddenly, and stared at Anle.

"Could it be that Mr. An wants to challenge him all the way up and repeat the legendary feat of the young General An?"

Ximen Qiuhua said in surprise.

An Le didn't answer him, she raised her hand, her mind was full, and the ink pool swept out.

The slightly trembling ink pool emitted the sound of sword chant, and in an instant, dense sword energy intertwined and criss-crossed in the room.

"My cultivation base is weak, but my talent is good. For me, fighting is an excellent nourishment for improvement. I use fighting to support fighting. Maybe I can show some edge during the test in front of the palace, so that those Those who spy on me, who want to plot against me and harm me, should be more cautious."

"A person's background is very important in this world, but his own strength is the real capital of arrogance."

"I want to make myself stronger, and I also want to climb high and look far. I will be the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains."

"There are so many turmoil in Lin'an, I can't avoid them in time, if I want to get involved, then I will form a whirlpool."

"Let's cultivate an invincible power, pick a small sage list, and fight a Lin'an."

An Le said softly.

The voice was not loud, but it was full of clangs, which made the eyes of Ximen Qiuxian who was sitting behind the tea table froze slightly.

Fight a Lin'an!
Such an arrogant young man, such a domineering ambition, his brilliant fighting spirit hung high like a scorching sun, which made Ximen Qiuhua's heart tremble slightly, but he couldn't help admiring him.

It is too difficult to walk the undefeated legendary road of the legendary number one scholar Li Youan, and it requires too much courage. Even if it is just a verbal shout, it is enough to scare away too many people.

And the young man in front of him, with the three realms of body training and the four realms of god refining, raised the sword in his hand, intending to retake the legendary road of the number one scholar, pick a small sage list, and fight against Lin'an.

Taking a deep breath, Ximen Qiuhua's eyes showed admiration.

He naturally has all the information about Anle. He comes from a small family in Chongzhou. He didn't even practice cultivation when he entered Lin'an, but he was able to preach to Mrs. Dehua in Linfu.

Today's An Le is a legend in itself.

But today, An Le came to challenge him to create an even bigger legend.

Feeling the sword energy of the ink pool lingering in the room, Ximen Qiuhua's body also had waves of spirit surging out.

He stared at An Le, deep in his pupils, there seemed to be a flame burning, which was the will to fight.

"Mr. An is very brave. Since this is the case, I will accompany you to the end when I ask for flowers today."

Simon asked for flowers.

However, he stood up, walked to the vermilion carved wooden window, opened the window, looked at Anle, and said, "This room is rented from Linhua Pavilion to me. It is a good place for tea tasting, playing the piano and flute. Fight It cannot be damaged, therefore, can Mr. An follow me to fight on the top?"

The ink pool floated to the side, and he smiled comfortably: "Okay."

Ximen Qiuhua bowed his body in a refined manner. Although he had not entered the Academy of Arts, his demeanor was more refined than any Confucian student in the Academy of Arts that An Le had seen.

Ximen Qiuhua waved his hand, and the guqin on the table floated over and was carried on his back, and an emerald flute with red tassels hanging on the wall also fell into his hands.

With a surge of emotion, Ximen Qiuhua floated out of the house, followed by An Le.

The two of them left the room, floating up as if they were stepping on the moon, they landed on the roof, stepped on the black tiles with hexagonal eaves, and landed on the top of Linhua Pavilion, standing on opposite corners on both sides of the roof.

On a spring night, the cold wind blows, stirring people's clothes.

There is no dust in the sky, and a lone moon wheel in the sky.

A huge silver moon plate hangs high above their heads, and the moonlight falls like gauze, reflecting on the top of Linhua Pavilion.

Ximen Qiuhua took down the burnt-tailed yellow pear wood guqin, one leg was independent, and the other leg was cocked horizontally, the guqin landed on his lap, he looked at Anle, and smiled softly: "Mr. An, please."

The ink pool poured into the sky, then fell again, hanging beside An Le, An Le took a sip of old rice wine, put the jug on the roof, and the next moment, tapped lightly on the ink pool hanging in front of him.

In an instant!

On the top of Linhua Pavilion, the sword energy is full of heaven and earth!

……

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Master An came to challenge Ximen Qiuhua of Linhua Pavilion, and the news spread instantly, especially when everyone was watching from afar.

It can be seen that on the top of the Linhua Pavilion, two figures stand opposite each other, their spirits clashing.

Many people rushed out of their hearts one after another, or rushed out of the house, landed on the roof, and looked into the distance.

The battle of the Little Sage List would have aroused the attention of most practitioners in Lin'an Mansion, after all, those who can make it to the Little Sage List have no mediocrity.

Among the people fighting this time, there is An Le who is well-known.

Many people don't understand why today the Xiaosheng Ranking has just changed, and Anle has just entered the No. 15 ranking, so he is eager to challenge No. [-]. Don't you leave room for yourself to consolidate your cultivation?
But some people have seen something extraordinary.

One after another, primordial spirits ascended into the sky, standing in the air, watching the battle between the two outstanding juniors in the Lin'an Mansion on the Linhua Pavilion.

Ye Wenxi, Ye Yinping, Qin Hua'an, Sima Pudu and other famous people on the list of lesser saints all watched and emulated by spreading their primordial spirit.

Li Youan, Zhao Huangting, Mrs. Hua and other famous and powerful people are also waiting and watching curiously.

……

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When the sword energy overflows the universe, it means that this challenge begins.

Compared with Wang Qinhe's challenge to Anle back then, this battle is Anle's rebellion against a higher ranked player.

Both of them took it seriously, without relaxation or negligence.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, two pairs of eyes looked at each other, one pair of elegant eyes, one pair of heroic eyes, only each other wearing the moonlight was left in the eyes.

Both of them are outstanding among their peers, and they are good people if they can make it to the list of minor sages, so neither of them is willing to admit defeat easily, and both have the intention to overwhelm the other.

Anle wants to defeat Ximen Qiuhua and cultivate invincible momentum. As the beginning of the battle against Lin'an, this match is very important to him. If he loses the first match, the blow will be absolutely huge. will be weakened.

And Ximen Qiuhua is also full of fighting spirit. Anle wants to step on him to cultivate invincibility. Naturally, Ximen Qiuhua will not let him succeed easily. Going all out is the greatest respect for Anle, and it is for Anle to walk this difficult legend Road respect!

With five fingers and one hook, the sound of the piano swayed, and the invisible energy has been generated and melted into the mind.

Like a small snake dragging the airflow, it sprang out quickly, shooting towards Anle like an arrow.

Qing Shan lifted up slightly, and tapped on the small snake that was rushing in. The snake fell apart, An Le's body was full of momentum, and the sword finger was pressed down gently, the sword energy was approaching!

The sharp spring breeze suddenly turned into sharp sword energy, cutting down like a straight line.

Ximen Qiuhua's body drifted to the side, a strand of hair was cut off, and fell on the piano, and was hit by the sound of the piano again, flying away out of thin air.

The sound of the piano is wave after wave, and the sound of the piano seems to turn into a wild beast rushing out of the wind.

"palace."

Heart agitated, Ximen Qiuhua's eyebrows and Niwan Palace, there is a primordial spirit competing for eyes.

The corners of her lips parted slightly, and the sound of the piano floated up.

Surrounding An Le, there are all ferocious beasts transformed by the sound of the zither, which is even more mixed with sharpness.

An Le's body was full of energy and blood, and the vision of the ancient demon suddenly emerged, like the roar of the ancient demon tiger, covering every beast addicted to piano.

The sound of the zither exploded and turned into dense strands of aura, the source of which was Ximen Qiuhua's fingertips, and when his fingertips pulled the sound of the zither, a string of the zither was broken.

"business."

Ximen Qiuhua breathed out again, and the sound of the zither changed again, as if flowing water from a high mountain turned into a tidal wave rushing rapidly!

Countless silk threads cut down like countless sword qi.

An Le finally moved, the green mountain in his hand rose up, sword energy burst forth, and a bamboo branch sprouted in the distance as soon as he handed it forward, disturbing countless silk threads in the fluttering.

Take a step forward, staring at the qin sound air machine like the continuous river and flowing water, when Anle Qingshan is waving, there is a mighty sword energy gushing out, brilliant atmosphere, firm belief, unstoppable!

The primordial spirit in An Le's brows was also released, and the refining spirit stepped into the fourth realm, and he already had a good demeanor. The phantom of the sword waterfall appeared, as if an invisible torrential rain was falling, and the rain contained sword energy!

An Le crushed the sound of the piano step by step, and every time he took a step forward, his body surged with pride, his fighting spirit was high, and his momentum became higher and higher!

The distance between Ximen Qiuhua and Ximen Qiuhua is only thirty steps, but it is full of dense zither sounds and fluttering zither wires, and each strand of qin wire has a head-splitting sharpness.

An Le used bamboo branch swordsmanship to cut a path roughly.

The confrontation between the two is divided into two types, the confrontation above the mind, and the confrontation on the technique.

The sword energy is close to wrapping the ink pool and hiding in the darkness, bringing a decisive blow at any time, while Ximen Qiuhua blocks the surrounding area with the sound of the piano, vigilant about the location of the sword energy, and does not give An Le a chance. This is a mind-to-heart confrontation.

The confrontation of skills is that every time the music of the piano overlaps and changes, the murderous intent brought by it is all chopped off by Anle with the bamboo branch sword technique. This is a confrontation of techniques!

Ximen Qiuhua's head swayed slightly, and he was plucking the strings with his left and right hands. His complexion was slightly pale, and his mind began to be overdrawn.

"horn!"

Ximen Qiuhua's eyes were fixed, and he pressed his hands down suddenly. The sound of the piano seemed to stop suddenly, but the next moment, Ximen Qiuhua's long and slender fingers kept clapping on the piano.

"Nv Cai used to make the sound of Hujia, and there are eight beats in one play."

This is Hu Jia's eighteen shots!
Bang bang bang!
On the roof, the black tiles exploded, and the [-] exploding black tiles burst into pieces, and the sound of the piano was instantly stirred up like flowing water into a desert gust!

Anle holds the green mountain sword and changes again, and moves forward with the youthful swordsmanship. The young man's spirit is soaring, and he cuts away the yellow sand all over the sky!

The spirits of the two collided, and the waves of wind and waves rushed around, and black tiles flew across.

The young man beheaded Hu Jia with his spirit!

Thirty steps closer, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the mighty sword qi slashed down.

Ximen Qiuhua's face was pale, and his mind could not continue to support. After the Gongshang corner, it was difficult to gather momentum.

But An Le fought more and more fiercely, and under the overlapping momentum, he approached Ximen Qiuhua to get close.

Ximen Qiuhua's eyes were bright, his fighting spirit was like a rainbow, his hair was flying upside down, but he didn't retreat, with five fingers and a hook, he pulled up the strings, like a bow full of moon, and the bow was like a thunderbolt!
This Confucian scholar who is full of Confucianism, but hangs around Linhua Pavilion.

At this moment, he is like a sharpshooter who has killed Hu Man by his side!

The jade flute floated up and rested on the strings.

The qin is the string, and the flute is the arrow.

The rhythm is the most murderous!
He wanted to kill this mighty young man in front of him!

boom!
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion, and before Ximen Qiuhua could react, a shattered black tile, suddenly filled with sword energy, shot and slashed at Jiaowei Guqin, and the Guqin was shattered and exploded!
Everything can be approached by sword energy!
Ximen Qiuhua spat out a mouthful of blood, his energy became chaotic, he could no longer gather strength, his eyes shrank, and the thick black night suddenly turned into a mass of ink stains, and the ink stains pulled out slender threads, like a completely blackened the strings...

Wipe across his neck, bringing up a drop of bright red blood.

Ximen Qiuhua's momentum suddenly collapsed, and he fell two steps on the roof. The Anle who swung the green mountain to cut away the long piano sound and string came without any hindrance. He pushed out a sword, pierced Ximen Qiuhua's chest, and then pulled it out again. Bring up a puddle of blood.

At this moment, the sound of the piano disappeared and the sword energy disappeared.

There were only two people standing on the roof, looking at each other.

One person's eyes are full of regret, but there is also the joy of a hearty battle.

In the eyes of one person, the invincible momentum has just formed, and the fighting spirit is as bright as the sun, and it rises like a roc riding the wind!

It seems that at this moment, the invincible body is surging like a wave, and the sword is pointing at the whole city.

Fight a Lin'an!
ps: Dazhang, finish writing in one go, ask for a monthly ticket, and ask for a recommendation ticket for support!
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