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

The setting sun gradually disappears, and the darkness is like a blur of ink, like a bright moon and bright stars hanging in the night sky.

The carriage drove into Lin'an Mansion and headed towards Lin Mansion.

Before Anle returned to Taimiao Lane, he followed the carriage to the Lin Mansion. Madam Hua helped him get a chance to see Wu Kuishi. Now that he was back, he wanted to see Madam Hua.

In addition, Anle also has a doubt that he wants to ask.

Ye Wenxi, Lin Qingyin and An Le got off the carriage. The plump maid next to Madam Hua, with a fragrant fragrance and a smile on her face, led the three of them to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion.

Mrs. Ye had already left and returned to the mansion first. Mrs. Hua was left alone in the waterside pavilion, holding a candle and reading.

The moonlight and starlight reflect in the large pool, and the shadows of the waterside pavilions and trees are mottled, making it quiet and elegant.

Everyone entered the main hall of the water pavilion. Ye Wenxi, Lin Qingyin and Mrs. Hua paid their respects and then left one after another.

After Ye Wenxi and Lin Qingyin left, Madam Hua raised her eyes and glanced over to look at the young man draped in moonlight, with a body as dazzling as a star god.

"With the cohesion of Qi and blood, it seems that Guanwu Kuishi has gained a lot."

Mrs. Hua closed the book and chuckled: "Can you get martial arts scriptures by watching the stone?"

Anle did not hide anything and told him about the help of many military commanders to deduce the Five Animals.

"Oh? This is a different kind of opportunity. What you started to practice and exercise were the Five Animals. Now it is most suitable for you to continue practicing the Five Animals. You can evolve the Five Animals in the spirit of the ancient great demon... This new Even if the rank of Wuqin is not as good as Tongkui Wujing, it is still almost the same."

Mrs. Flower praised.

"This way, your shortcomings in body training can be considered to be made up."

An Le cupped his fists and bowed, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Mrs. Hua, for giving me this opportunity to watch Wu Kuishi."

Mrs. Hua smiled and said: "It is not difficult for you to watch Wu Kuishi. I have a very good relationship with Mrs. Ye. For her, it is just a piece of cake."

"You can get opportunities from Wu Kui Stone. This is the most valuable thing."

"Although this opportunity is due to the help of Qingshan Sword Qi, Qingshan belongs to you now, so there is nothing wrong with Qingshan's help."

Madam Hua nodded slightly: "Now that your energy and blood are cohesive, this trip to the martial arts temple has made your martial arts practice a lot better. Seize this opportunity to consolidate it, and by the way, hit the realm of inner elixir training."

"Spring will be here in another half month. It will be of great benefit to you to be able to set foot on the inner alchemy before spring. If you have time during this half month, come to Lin Mansion to paint. If not, study hard and prepare for spring."

Hearing this, Anle first thanked Madam Hua for the leave, then thought about it and said, "Mrs. Hua, I heard Madam Ye said today that there will be a trial in front of the palace to settle the matter..."

Inside the waterside pavilion, there is a gentle breeze.

Madam Hua raised her head, her beautiful eyes fell on An Le, and shook her head gently: "Chun Wei, just do your best, don't have too much burden. Although you hold the Little Holy Order, you need to be the top scholar to talk to the Holy Master, but now you My cultivation is still shallow, so I don’t have much chance of success this time. I can wait until the next spring.”

"As for the trial in front of the palace, you don't need to think too much, it has nothing to do with you."

After Mrs. Hua finished speaking, the waterside pavilion was silent for a while.

An Le doesn't ask any more questions.

Just as An Le has always believed, a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring. Mrs. Hua helped him a lot on the road of spiritual practice. If there is an opportunity to help Mrs. Hua, An Le will do his best.

"Consolidate what you have gained from this stone viewing and go back. I am tired."

Mrs. Hua said softly.

An Le didn't bother her too much, bowed and said goodbye, and left the Lin Mansion with Xixiang.

Under the spring night, the Tianbo Water Pavilion is quiet and cold. The large pool reflects the starlight and moonlight in the sky, and a corner of the dripping Tianbo Tower with double eaves and octagonal eaves is dimly exposed.

Mrs. Hua let out a breath. The closer spring is, the closer it will be for her to leave Lin'an.

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The starlight suddenly followed the white dew, and reflected the cold light of the Big Dipper.

The moonlight shines on the stone tablet archway of Lin Mansion, casting a cold slanting shadow.

Anle looked back at the Tianbo Pavilion that jumped out of the Lin Mansion, then turned and left, walking out of the quiet street.

Although it was getting late today, he still went to Yanchunli as usual. The tavern in the alley was dimly lit and still open, and it was quite lively with customers coming and going.

The shopkeeper of the tavern is a middle-aged lady who still retains her charm. Time has added a few wrinkles to her face. Seeing Anle set foot in the tavern, the female shopkeeper was deeply impressed by this handsome and extraordinary young man.

He couldn't help but smile and asked: "Sir, are you still the same?"

Anle smiled gently and nodded: "A pot of old rice wine."

The female shopkeeper personally poured wine for Anle, opened the lid, and poured the wine into the bamboo basket, and the aroma overflowed.

Anle took the old rice wine prepared by the female shopkeeper, paid the money, and left.

The female shopkeeper behind her looked at her for a long time, and when a guest officer called for drinks, she cursed and asked her why she was in a hurry while getting drinks.

An Le took a bottle of wine, smelled the laughter in the tavern behind him, and left bathing in the starlight.

A pot of wine and a pile of meat.

People come and go, people stay.

It is the fireworks of the world.

After exiting the alley Yanchunli, we walked straight onto Qingbo Street and headed towards Taimiao Lane.

Qingbo Street is very cold at night, and the excitement is all in Yu Street.

Anle wears a green robe, wears a green mountain and an ink pond on her waist, carries a pot of old wine, and walks slowly, bathing in the cold spring night wind, feeling quite peaceful.

The undercurrent of Qi and blood in his body made him feel no chill at all. After being tempered with Qingshan Sword Qi and Wukuishi Qi and blood, his body contained majestic strength and vitality.

Suddenly, An Le stopped and looked up. At the intersection of Qingbo Street, there was a figure standing quietly. The moonlight and starlight were all over him, and the cool breeze was blowing. He was isolated from the world, as if he could not eat the fireworks of the world. Banish the immortal.

Even An Le was attracted by the other's handsomeness and purity.

The long street is quiet and quiet, with only two people looking at each other from a distance.

Anle knew that the other party was here to find him, otherwise he wouldn't be waiting at Qingbo Street.

However, what makes Anle confused is when has he ever provoked such a person?

"Your Excellency, is Anle?"

There was a soft smile on his face, which made people feel refreshed. The man's dark eyes looked at him with curiosity.

"I'm An Le, may I ask your Excellency..." An Le clasped his fists and bowed.

The man's hair was loose and hanging down. He raised his eyes slightly and clasped his fists: "My surname is Zhao and my name is Xianyou. You can call me Zhao Jiu."

Um? Zhao Xianyou?

An Le was startled. Zhao Xianyou is number one on the Little Saint List?

When Fourth Master Lin gave the Little Saint List, he once asked who Zhao Xianyou was. Fourth Master said he was the Ninth Prince of Zhao. He was the one who caused the immortals to leave the Heavenly Gate when he was born. The old Heavenly Master from the Zhenwu Temple rode a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River. figure.

Anle frowned slightly, as if he couldn't figure out why such a being came to see him.

Is it possible to win over him?

Zhao Xianyou looked at An Le and moved his eyes sideways, seeing the green mountain and ink pond that An Le wore around his waist. Then his eyes moved again and fell on the pot of old yellow wine in An Le's hand.

"Wine?" Zhao Xianyou asked knowingly.

Anle mentioned the old yellow wine: "The old yellow wine from a tavern in Yanchunli is a folk light wine. I'm afraid His Highness won't be used to it."

"Just call me Zhao Jiu, don't call me Your Highness." Zhao Xianyou said softly, and then asked: "Can I have a drink?"

Anle was speechless, looking at the other person's blinking eyes, his Chuchen aura was somewhat dissipated.

"Of course you can."

"If you don't mind it, you can go sit in the small courtyard."

"I wonder if my old friend is still here today." An Le smiled and walked towards the middle of Qingbo Street.

Passing by Zhao Xianyou, Zhao Xianyou naturally walked side by side with Anle.

One dressed in Chinese and the other in Tsing Yi, bathing in the moonlight, the two of them took a leisurely stroll on Taimiao Lane.

When passing by the dimly lit Taimiao Temple, Zhao Xianyou stopped and leaned slightly, then followed Anle deep into the Taimiao Lane.

There was no one waiting at the entrance of the small courtyard. Anle knew that the old man from Taimiao might not come to drink tonight.

Unlocking and pushing the door, a creaking sound broke the silence of the courtyard. The old locust trees in the courtyard cast mottled shadows and rustled slightly in the spring breeze at night.

"Ninth Young Master, please."

An Le said.

Zhao Xianyou was stunned and narrowed his eyebrows. He seemed to like this title quite a bit.

Anle moved out a small table, chairs, and two cups with ease.

Zhao Xianyou didn't mind it either, sitting on a small chair opposite Anle.

He took out the heated old yellow rice wine and poured a glass with Zhao Xianyou. The two of them raised their glasses and drank in silence.

Zhao Xianyou drank it all in one gulp, his eyes brightened slightly, and he smacked the corner of his lips: "Although there is no aura in the wine, it has a somewhat special taste. I have never drunk it before, and it has a different taste."

"Perhaps you are drinking fireworks from the human world?" Anle said jokingly, looking at Zhao Xianyou who was like a banished immortal.

Zhao Xianyou was stunned, and seemed to have some realization, then he pursed his lips and smiled: "I have to have another drink."

An Le said nothing and poured wine.

One more cup, one cup after another, so many cups.

The pot of old yellow rice wine was quickly finished. Anle only drank three or two cups, and the rest fell into the belly of Zhao Xianyou, who only said he would drink one cup.

"Although the wine is ordinary, you said something about human fireworks, and the more I drank, the more delicious it became." Zhao Xianyou squinted slightly, recalling the taste.

An Le only thought that the Ninth Prince, who was said to be an immortal descended from the mortal world, was really interesting: "I drink a pot of old yellow rice wine every day. If you like it, you can come and sit in my small courtyard when you have time."

Zhao Xianyou stood up and fluttered his hair: "That's what you said, I remember it."

"This wine should be paired with Dingyaxiang's soy sauce beef, it will taste even better." An Le said.

Zhao Xianyou chuckled lightly, raised his eyes to look at the moon, then looked at Anle, cupped his fists and said, "Can you let me take a look at the green mountains?"

"Someone once said that I am not worthy of Qingshan, but I am not convinced. Today I saw Mr. An wearing Qingshan on his waist, and I was curious, so I came to have a look."

Anle sat on the chair and looked at Zhao Xianyou who was bathing in the moonlight and emerging from the dust.

He didn't refuse the other party's request and gently patted Qingshan on his waist.

The sword energy is close!

The Broken Bamboo Sword suddenly shot out of Qingshan, turning into a ray of light that tore through the night, and suddenly stabbed Zhao Xianyou.

Zhao Xianyou put one hand behind his back, raised the other hand, and grabbed the green mountain with his five fingers like a divine spear piercing the sky.

But when his five fingers were about to grasp the broken bamboo sword, he vaguely seemed to see drop after drop of blood leaking out from the surface of the broken bamboo sword.

Every drop of blood seems to have the same origin as him!

Like a hook, the five fingers turn into flexed fingers, tapping lightly on the green mountain.

There was a clear sword cry, and the green mountain swooped out, stabbing the trunk of the old locust tree in the courtyard, the sword body and hilt trembling slightly.

Zhao Xianyou's eyebrows were filled with sadness, but he was also relieved that all his doubts had been resolved.

Suddenly he understood why the old uncle said he was not worthy of the sword.

Just because.

The bamboo sword and the green mountain once knocked open the gate of heaven and were stained with the blood of the immortal.

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