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

The bright moon casts cold shadows, and the low whiskers turn back to the corridor.

The evening breeze blew away the dusk clouds, and the moonlight poured down from the window, covering Luo Qingchen who was standing in front of the window.

The coachman was a tall man and answered respectfully with his fists clasped.

"Everything is as usual, young man. He just moved out of the inn today and moved to a residence in Taimiao Lane. He goes to the Lin Mansion to paint and work as usual every day."

The driver thought of something and said, "By the way, this young man also made three wanted pictures for Heiya to help catch criminals."

Luo Qingchen, who was leaning on the window sill, couldn't help but shake his head when he heard the coachman's words.

"This young man is really not affected in the slightest, and his life is so comfortable... I am so heartbroken because of him, why does he live so comfortably?"

"It's hard to calm down."

It was hard to calm down, and there seemed to be a fire burning in my heart.

The dusty Taoist heart made him need to vent his emotions.

Luo Qingchen walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky covered by dusk clouds in the dark night, and said slowly: "Lao Luo, did you just say that he painted for the Heiya Yamen to help arrest criminals?"

The coachman clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Yes, the painting is realistic. It is difficult for the criminal to hide and he is in danger of escaping."

"Hua Jie Bing protects him. If I really attack the boy again, Hua Jie Bing will definitely dare to kill me."

"Hua Jiebing seems to be the protector of this young man..."

"The majestic Jade Guanyin condescended to protect the Tao of a young man who only completed his spiritual enlightenment at the age of eighteen, cleared his energy and blood, and was worthy of entering samadhi..."

"I think I really admire this young man."

Luo Qingchen raised his hand as if to pick up the moonlight shining on the window sill, but there was not much emotion in his eyes.

"Hei Yamen are chasing practitioners in the martial arts world, and they are all extremely vicious. This young man painted for Hei Yamen, so it is reasonable for the criminals to kill the young man because of this, right?"

Inside the house, the coachman was stunned for a moment.

"Go and make good arrangements. Hua Jiebing appreciates this young man so much. Perhaps the key to my cleansing away the dusty Taoist heart lies in this young man."

Luo Qingchen waved his hand.

The driver clasped his fists and lowered his head: "Here."

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Just when Anle was immersed in consolidating the realm of fetal breath that he had just broken through, the old man took the painting and left the small courtyard, but he was full of interest and his face was full of joy.

He did not go back to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. The pavilions of the Imperial Ancestral Temple were brightly lit with octagonal double eaves and pointed spires. There were fires and incense inside, but he walked straight past the entrance of the Imperial Ancestral Temple and stepped onto Qingbo Street.

"Although An Xiaoyou's paintings don't contain much spiritual power, what's precious about them is that the ink painting of bamboo is enough to form a genre of its own, and the font of the title also has a unique flavor, which is strange yet correct. It’s not just scribbling.”

"This kind of bamboo painting needs to be evaluated by the old guy from the Academy of Literature."

The old man stood on Qingbo Street, with a smile on his face. Then he walked towards the literary college, his speed getting faster and faster, and the bluestone on the ground under his feet seemed to be compressed and pulled.

After a while, they arrived at the Wen Yuan.

The Wen Yuan, also known as the Academy, was built eight thousand years ago. After the emperor who united the world and practiced discipline established the Wen Yuan and the Martial Temple, they collapsed in the middle.

Later dynasties followed the tradition of the liberal arts academy and the martial arts academy. Countless children of wealthy families and countless geniuses from aristocratic families would choose to study in the liberal arts academy or the martial arts temple based on their respective strengths.

Nowadays, most of the high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the court come from the Academy of Literature and the Martial Arts Temple.

The old man passed through the white jade archway of the literary college and headed for a remote pavilion with ease. When he arrived in front of the building, he was told by the bookboy in front of the door that the pavilion was empty.

"Senior, it has been three days since the teacher left the Literary Academy to visit the Lord of the Sixth Mountain." The boy said respectfully.

When the old man heard this, he stroked his long eyebrows and said, "I should go directly to the Sixth Mountain. It would be a waste of time."

After muttering a word, smoke and clouds appeared under the old man's feet, and there seemed to be rosy clouds surrounding him in the dark night.

The next moment, he soared directly into the sky, escaped into the sky thousands of feet high, and left Lin'an Mansion.

The dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently.

The sixth mountain.

The Holy Mountain ranks sixth, so it is named the Sixth Mountain.

There is a terrace in the mountains, and there is a leisure pavilion on the terrace. As the stars move down, the pavilion seems to have existed forever, and time and years cannot affect it in the slightest.

The old man floated down on the mountain flat, his plain clothes hunting in the wind.

Between the pavilions, there are two figures playing chess. One is an old man wearing a Confucian shirt. He has white hair and the years have left ravines on his body.

The old man was holding the white piece at the moment, his brows furrowed.

The other person, dressed in white, looks like a young man, meticulous and solemn, with a huge pine sword box behind his back. He is sitting on a hollowed-out carved stone chair in the pavilion, which looks a bit weird.

"Hahaha! You are indeed here, old man!"

As soon as his feet hit the ground, the old man laughed to attract attention.

But neither of the two people in the pavilion even glanced at them.

"You two, don't pretend you haven't seen me! I'm not here to fight with you this time, but I have something good to share!"

The old man was a little offended by the two's indifferent attitude.

"Zhao Huangting, don't make any noise. I'm going to win this game of chess against the Six Mountain Lords. If you make a fuss, I'm going to lose again." The old man in a scholar's shirt said with disgust without even raising his head.

"Bah! Old man Zhu, you are a stinky chess player, don't blame me!"

The old man immediately shouted back angrily. As soon as he came, the pavilion in the mountain that should have been quiet under the stars and moon became much noisier.

In the quiet pavilion, the middle-aged man carrying the pine sword box looked as calm as ever, as if nothing could cause turmoil in his heart.

The old man Zhao Huangting thought for a while, stepped into the pavilion, took out the scroll, and slowly opened it.

"You all know that I, Zhao Huangting, am a master at painting bamboos. But today, I accidentally got a dark bamboo and stone picture. I painted bamboo with ink. Take a look at it."

The old man raised his chin and said.

The scroll is unfolded.

The breeze was blowing, and there seemed to be a whistling sound coming from a sea of ​​bamboo, accompanied by the sonorous sword intention and the perseverance of a gentleman.

An old man wearing a Confucian robe held a white piece in his hand, and his movement was stagnant.

The sword box behind the middle-aged man in white suddenly overflowed with sword energy, and the sword box trembled slightly, as if there was a slight sound of sword chanting.

The old man and the middle-aged man in white had a strange look in their eyes.

Turning his head and looking to the side, he saw the unfolded scroll illuminated by stars and moonlight.

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The next day.

The warm sunshine of spring shines on the earth.

Anle slowly opened her eyes from the courtyard. The old locust trees were lush and leafy, swaying gently in the spring breeze, spreading the fresh smell of morning light.

After consolidating his mind for a night, he successfully stabilized the fetal breath in the second stage of refining the god.

The energy of the mind that was originally boiling was soothed like gurgling water.

Stand up and practice the Five Animals in the courtyard, tiger pose, bear pose, deer pose, ape pose and bird pose, all of them are performed, the blood is boiling, and the strength is carried by the wind.

However, the demon energy in the demon-quenching jade was not used to temper the body. The main reason was that he was about to go to the Lin Mansion to work on paintings. If he tempered the body, he would be covered in blood, which would be quite troublesome.

After finishing the five-bird hunt, An Le's body was like a furnace, steaming with heat.

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, the mind in the fetal breath state made Anle's whole person's temperament become more dusty.

Holding the imperial examination sage book in hand, Anle left the small courtyard while reading. After eating a bowl of tofu pudding for breakfast in Taimiao Lane, he read and walked to the edge of the West Lake.

The West Lake is sparkling under the morning light, and the ripples of the flower boats are shining brightly. Anle walks along the long embankment of the West Lake and reads books, which is actually a special kind of comfort and understanding.

On the embankment, many literati have gathered, either reciting poems or articles, talking about flowers, gossiping about interesting things that happened recently in Lin'an Mansion.

With his peaceful and strong mind, he even accidentally overheard a conversation related to himself, which was about the recruitment of a painter in the Lin Mansion.

He smiled and calmed down.

Fireworks and willows bank, quietly reading the books of sages.

After a moment, Fairy Yunrou came with a sword and arrived as promised. Anle held the book in his hand and glanced over, extracting the energy of time one after another. His strengthened mind actually allowed him to absorb three rays of energy of time from Fairy Yunrou today. .

From being a man twice a day, to being a man three times a day!

The corners of Anle's lips rose, and she was in a good mood.

Fairy Yunrou landed on the flower boat, felt something in her heart, and saw the handsome and elegant young practitioner again.

I didn't see him yesterday, but he came again today. He was obviously a practitioner, but he only saw him from a distance, which was strange.

Fairy Yunrou nodded slightly towards Anle, then turned around and entered the flower boat. Then there was a startling and ethereal sound of the piano floating on the West Lake, as if it was raining from the sky.

After visiting Fairy Yunrou every day, Anle headed towards the Lin Mansion.

Today, I absorbed three strands of age energy from Fairy Yunrou. Adding to the original eleven strands, there are fourteen strands. I have a rich family. An Le is thinking about how to distribute it on the way to Lin Mansion.

It was the pretty maid who opened the door yesterday. She felt happy and her pretty face turned red.

An Le smiled gently: "Good morning, Miss Liuxiang."

"An...Hello, Mr. An." The maid returned the greeting.

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Tianbo Waterside Pavilion.

The large pond is rippled, and a koi carp is swinging happily from the emerald green pond, making waves.

In the main hall, the early morning breeze brings with it the coolness of spring.

Mrs. Hua wore a light shirt and took off her embroidered shoes, revealing her crystal white soles. She lay on her side on the couch and read the "Li Yan" written by a great scholar in the academy.

Suddenly, Mrs. Hua was stunned for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her mind spread, and she sensed the young man in Tsing Yi who had just stepped into the Lin Mansion, with a full temperament and a brand new look.

Um?

Mrs. Hua looked stunned, and there was even a hint of disbelief in her beautiful eyes.

"I entered samadhi the day before yesterday, and will I establish my fetal breath today?"

"Could this young man be a magician genius?!"

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