Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

Madam Hua’s cultivation is profound, and her spiritual cultivation is considered to be impressive throughout the entire Zhao State. She is also known as Immortal. She is trained by the wife of the first mountain master of the Holy Sage, and possesses the divine refining heritage of Ganye Temple. Her soul is so powerful that she can leave the body and travel across the universe. Three thousand miles away, it is as if the blazing sun is hanging in the sky and is nothing.

With such a level of cultivation, she is now unable to perceive the realm of peace and happiness. This is very unbelievable.

After careful inspection, he found that the broken bamboo sword that was fastened to the young man's waist released the sword intent that was wandering around the young man's body, blocking the prying eyes of her soul.

"Where did this bamboo sword... come from?"

Mrs. Hua took a deep breath, frowned slightly, closed the Confucian book in her hand, and looked a little more solemn.

The bamboo sword looks tattered and ordinary, but it contains an indestructible sword energy inside, like a mountain that dominates the heaven and earth.

Broken Bamboo Sword...

The first thing that Mrs. Hua thought of was the existence of Da Zhao.

A hundred years ago, he picked up a tattered bamboo sword and dared to fight against Emperor Yuan Meng, the best master in the world!

But how could such a strong man wear a sword on his waist?

"Given by the elder, Xiaosheng's ink painting of bamboo and stone won the heart and love of the elder. Therefore, I gave this bamboo sword to express my hope that Xiaosheng's character will perform like a gentleman's bamboo, stand proudly in the world, and will not bow down due to hardships."

Anle put her palm on the bamboo sword and smiled.

Mrs. Hua glanced at Anle and asked, "Gifted by the elder. Is this elder the old imperial uncle?"

However, Madam Hua did not ask any further questions. In terms of seniority and cultivation, the old uncle was much higher than her.

Putting the books on the couch, Mrs. Hua stood up, put on the embroidered shoes on her crystal white feet, and looked at An Le: "Mr. An, can you let me hold the sword for a while?"

Hearing this, Anle did not refuse and was not worried that Mrs. Hua would snatch the bamboo sword.

Madam Hua could give him "Sword Waterfall Picture" because of a painting, so naturally she would not snatch the bamboo sword without any reason.

Anle took off the bamboo sword from his waist, held the blade of the sword in one hand and the hilt in the other, and handed it to Madam Hua.

Mrs. Hua stood up and took it solemnly.

The powerful soul emerged silently, and a hurricane suddenly penetrated the main hall of the water pavilion, blowing Mrs. Hua's clothes and black hair flying.

Mrs. Hua looked at the broken bamboo sword carefully for a long time before sighing.

Without saying a word, he returned the bamboo sword to An Le: "It is your chance that the elder gave you this sword, so you should cultivate this sword with your heart and mind. Although this sword is a bamboo sword, it is like the backbone of a gentleman, and it is the best in the world." No one can break or destroy the tenacity of others.”

“The pride of a gentleman is unbroken in his heart, and his backbone is unbroken, so his sword cannot be broken or broken.”

"I hope you can be worthy of this sword soon."

Mrs. Hua's eyes showed admiration.

Anle is holding the bamboo sword. He has not yet mastered the skill of observing the nature of the sword, but since even Mrs. Hua admires it so much, I think this sword must be good.

"Mrs. Hua, Xiaosheng came here to ask for leave from Madam. Senior Xiangjian will take Xiaosheng to a place in three days. I'm afraid I won't be able to come to Lin Mansion to paint for the young masters."

An Le Bao Quan Dao.

When Mrs. Hua heard this, her eyelashes trembled slightly and she narrowed her eyes slightly: "In three days? I understand, this leave will naturally be granted to you."

Three days later, isn't it the time when the sixth mountain is opened?

It seemed that the senior deliberately wanted to cultivate An Le, and actually planned to take An Le to the Sixth Mountain himself to see if he could be favored by the Lord of the Sixth Mountain and become a mountain guard.

This is an opportunity for happiness, and Mrs. Hua will naturally not stop it.

Anle had never thought that taking this leave would be so easy. The people in the Lin family were indeed kind people.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hua, for your understanding."

Anle sincerely thanked him.

Mrs. Hua raised her red lips lightly and said, "There is no need to thank me. The gentlemen will not have time for you to paint in three days, so let nature take its course."

"Last night, the Sixth Mountain of the Holy Mountain issued an order to open the mountain with sword energy. The mountain gate will be opened in three days to recruit mountain guards. You should also know the mystery and transcendence of the Holy Mountain. All practitioners in the Middle Earth are proud to enter the Holy Mountain, even if they enter The sacred mountain is also a good choice, and people flock to it. "

"That senior must also want you to try it."

Mrs. Hua chuckled.

An Le suddenly realized that this was the case: "So in three days, the young masters are going to try it too?"

Mrs. Hua smiled without saying a word and nodded.

Anle understood and clasped his fists to say goodbye, but Mrs. Hua stopped him.

"Mr. An, I won't go and paint for you guys today. Instead, why don't you paint your ink bamboo on the Tianbo Water Pavilion?"

Mrs. Hua said softly, she became more and more curious about Anle's black bamboo that could attract the old emperor's uncle to admire him and even give him a bamboo sword.

An Le was startled when he heard the words, but he stopped leaving and clasped his fists and said: "Of course it's possible, but I need to trouble Miss Xixiang to go to the martial arts hall to talk to the young masters, and Zhui Feng and Miss Qingyin. ”

Mrs. Hua looked at Xixiang, and when Xixiang heard the words, she bowed slightly towards Anle and Mrs. Hua, held up an oil-paper umbrella, and Pingting's figure diffused into the hazy spring rain.

Mrs. Hua ordered her servants to prepare a table for painting, as well as pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Outside the waterside pavilion, the spring rain is falling, and the cool spring breeze is blowing.

Mrs. Hua had a tea conversation with Anle and asked about the situation of refining the gods. If Anle had any doubts about "Sword Waterfall Picture", Mrs. Hua could give accurate answers after raising them.

Coupled with the increase in Anle's [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit, he can quickly understand it and gain a lot in a short time.

Anle thought for a while, maybe he wouldn't be able to see the young masters today, so he directly chose to draw the energy of time from Mrs. Hua.

With a thought, the [Year Qi] column above the light screen began to beat.

Suddenly, there was a trace of age in Mrs. Hua's body, which swayed and finally broke away, lingering on Anle's fingertips.

It's a pity that it's just a wisp of gray age.

An Le was not discouraged. The golden age energy was not that easy to obtain, so he continued to extract it with difficulty. Two times in a row, he got two strands of age energy.

An Le suddenly felt happy, but found that among the two rays of time energy, one was actually the golden age energy.

After extracting three wisps of Time Qi from Madam Hua, she was able to obtain a ray of Golden Time Qi. This was considered extremely lucky. Sure enough, the stronger her cultivation level, the higher the probability of getting the Golden Time Qi.

Although Anle's realm of refining gods has reached the fetal breath and her mind has become much stronger, after absorbing three rays of time energy from Mrs. Hua, she is still unable to continue to absorb it.

Anle was already very satisfied and was not anxious to immediately watch this ray of golden age energy extracted from Mrs. Hua's body.

Because, in the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, everything is ready, students spread the propaganda table, smoke and ink linger, waiting for Anle to write.

Outside the waterside pavilion, there are three or two oil-paper umbrellas, moving like flowers blooming in the misty rain.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin learned that Anle was going to paint at Shuixie, so they came with Xixiang.

Everyone entered the waterside pavilion in silence.

But he saw Anle with a bamboo sword on his waist, rolling up his plain white sleeves, writing with a wolf-hair pen, drinking a lot of burnt ink, and already splashing ink on the life announcement.

Mrs. Hua sat on the couch, stretched out her long neck like white jade, and watched the ink smeared on the raw material.

There was a hint of curiosity between his eyebrows.

…

…

The new rain on the spring river reaches the west of the window, and the clouds are dark, the mountains are far away, the light is far away, and the trees are blurred.

The rain in Lin'an is hazy.

A luxurious carriage drove slowly to the white jade archway of the Wenyuan Academy and then stopped moving forward.

The burly coachman wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat took out the oil-paper umbrella and handed it to the young man who lifted the curtain.

The young man got out of the car under an umbrella, wearing a luxurious dress that showed his dignity.

"I'm going to see the Second Master and I'll be back soon. You'll wait for me under the stone archway."

Luo Qingchen held up an umbrella and said, the spring rain falling on the edge of the umbrella like a curtain.

"Here." The coachman nodded respectfully.

Luo Qingchen held an umbrella and walked in the spring rain with his hands behind his hands, walking on the long bluestone steps towards the many pavilions of the literary college hidden in the misty spring scenery.

Last night, the Sixth Mountain suddenly received an order to open the mountain. The Lord of Diliu Mountain will recruit the second mountain guard. The entire Lin'an Mansion was shaken.

And he, Luo Qingchen, knew it.

Luo Qingchen knew very well that since his battle with Li Youan, he was defeated in one move and his Taoist heart was dusty. He had lost the qualifications and courage to climb the Holy Mountain and talk to the Holy Master.

However, all cultivators in the Middle Earth are proud of entering the Holy Mountain, and Luo Qingchen is also unavoidable. The Lord of the Sixth Mountain opened the mountain to recruit the mountain guards, and he was also a little moved.

This is also his opportunity. If he can enter the Holy Mountain, his identity and status, which are now increasingly frivolous, may be like a dead tree.

Climbing 800 steps and walking along the mountain road, the spring rain splashed fine cascades of water on the muddy ground. Walking to a Jiangnan building with white walls and black tiles and cornices, Luo Qingchen closed the umbrella and pushed the door open.

The lobby inside the house was crowded with people, and the atmosphere was lively in discussions and conversations.

It is a unique contrast to the spring cold brought by the cold spring rain outside.

The charcoal stove is burning hot water, and there is a book boy waiting there. When the water boils, he will add water to the tea for the practitioners in the pavilion of the Academy of Literature.

On the main table, two old men in Confucian shirts were sitting, sipping hot tea, facing a scroll, chatting and laughing, and admiring it endlessly.

Luo Qingchen entered and was startled when he saw the two old men in the hall.

He never thought that two masters would come to the lecture hall today.

It is rare for the second wife and the third wife to gather together.

Without saying much, he walked slowly inside the house, intending to find an empty seat to sit on.

The lively exchanges among the gentlemen from the liberal arts college around him reached his ears.

"This painting is an ink painting of bamboo and stone. The bamboo is painted with ink, and the light ink and burnt ink alternately form the image. The thin rod shows the bamboo body, which fully demonstrates the proud quality of the gentleman of bamboo. It is really strange!"

"The Third Master came with a painting and asked us to admire the painting. He wanted us to learn the method of painting bamboo with ink and wash. I was astonished when I saw the painting. I have never seen bamboo painted with ink and wash. This painting should start a genre."

"It's not just a painting. The poem on the painting, 'Still strong despite being struck by countless blows, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south', complements the quality of the bamboo. It's really extraordinary!"

…

The gentlemen from the Academy of Arts admired the exchange, as they had obviously seen the paintings.

"Excuse me."

Luo Qingchen said to the gentlemen in front of him.

Several gentlemen quickly made room for Luo Qingchen to pass and bowed to him.

Luo Qingchen returned the salute and listened to everyone discussing the paintings, and couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity in his heart.

After Luo Qingchen passed, the gentlemen from the Academy of Arts continued to talk:

"Although the meaning contained in the painting is quite weak, more like an artist's essay, the sword meaning hidden in the bamboo leaves is extremely harmonious. The fusion of painting, poetry, words and meaning is truly unique!"

"I'm really curious, who painted this unique painting? Could it be Sanfuzi's own handwriting?"

"Sanfuzi is famous for his fine brushwork in painting bamboo. Freehand painting of bamboo is not in line with Sanfuzi's habits. And even if you don't see it, there is also a signature on the painting. The painter's name is Anle..."

"His painting was in the hands of Sanfuzi, so he must have been a senior who had a close relationship with Sanfuzi."

"I wonder which master of bamboo painting this Mr. Anle is?"

…

The spring rain outside the house was like beads falling on a jade plate, unable to cover up the heated discussion inside the house.

Luo Qingchen walked slowly but suddenly froze.

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