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

Mrs. Hua was indeed a little surprised. She completed her spiritual enlightenment at the age of eighteen and was born with extremely poor talent. But how could the young man's current performance be like a sign of poor talent?

The day before yesterday, I was at the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion and fell into meditation for three seconds.

Looking again today, the fetal breath has already been established.

The second stage of refining the soul, fetal breath, is not that easy to enter. What is required is a kind of mental accumulation. Everyone practices step by step to refine the mind.

Even she, Hua Jie Bing, who is known as a genius in refining magic, had to practice for three days and three nights with the help of her master's magic weapon to truly complete the fetal breath!

It is certainly impossible to have peace and happiness with the help of magic weapons for refining gods, so how can you achieve it yourself?

Mrs. Flower became interested.

"Xixiang, go and invite Mr. An to come over."

Sitting up from the couch, Mrs. Hua smiled and looked at Xixiang, the personal maid standing quietly behind her.

"Yes, ma'am."

Xixiang was stunned for a moment, then bowed in agreement. Without asking any questions, he went straight out of the main hall of the waterside pavilion and crossed the white jade arch bridge.

An Le passed through the Lin Mansion with ease, guided by the maid Liu Xiang.

The spring mountain is warm and the wind is gentle, the curtains of the tall pavilions are drawn, and the willow swings are in the courtyard.

Orioles are singing and swallows are dancing, and the flowing water on the small bridge is red.

The scenery of the Lin Mansion is not only the Tianbo Water Pavilion, each courtyard and attic in the mansion has its own unique characteristics. Walking on the bluestones, you feel like you are in a small garden. After all, it is the pavilion of the Duke's Mansion, which is dazzling.

Suddenly, a beautiful woman approached from a distance. Seeing this, Liu Xiang bowed and saluted.

"Mr. An, Madam has invited me to follow Xixiang to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion."

Xixiang smiled.

As Mrs. Hua's personal maid, her status among the servants of the Lin Mansion is second only to "Ji Ying" and Lin Zhuifeng who are beside the old lady.

The fragrance is far inferior compared to it, so the profile is very low.

Anle was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Then I'll ask Miss Xixiang to lead the way."

Facing the handsome, elegant and courteous An Le, Xixiang covered her mouth with a smile, her eyes moved, she turned around in a charming way, and her graceful figure led the way.

After Anle thanked the girl Liuxiang, she followed Xixiang to the waterside pavilion.

In the main hall of the water pavilion, Mrs. Hua was no longer in the mood to study the works of Confucianism. Instead, she squatted by the pond, splashing fish feed and feeding the beautiful flower carps in the pond.

"coming."

After Mrs. Hua sprinkled the last handful of fish food in her palm, she stood up gracefully. The spring sunshine shone down, reflecting on the beautiful face of this lady of unknown age. She was as beautiful as an ordinary woman.

"Have you reached your final breath after refining the spirit?" Mrs. Hua lifted her lotus steps and steadily walked from the rockery pile by the pool back to the main hall.

Anle was not surprised that Madam Hua found her breakthrough. Madam Hua's strength was unfathomable and she was definitely a strong person who surpassed many of the five realms.

"I had a chance last night and it was a breakthrough."

Anle didn't hide anything and told the truth.

"Oh? How did you make the breakthrough? Can you elaborate more?" Mrs. Hua was very interested, with a hint of inquiry in her smart eyes.

An Le smiled: "Yesterday, a painting friend came to visit, and he painted an ink painting of bamboo and stone. During the painting process, I occasionally found something, or the bamboo painting technique echoed the sword waterfall painting, and I became pregnant at once."

"Painting?" Madam Hua did not expect Anle to give such an answer.

"Ink painting of bamboo and stone? Painting bamboo with ink?"

Mrs. Hua was puzzled. She also studied music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but in Da Zhao there were very few people who painted bamboo with ink and wash, and most of them painted bamboo with fine brushwork.

"Well, it seems that you are extremely talented in painting, but you can get a glimpse of it from your sketches. It's good, but the enlightenment of painting is accidental after all. The next road to spiritual refinement is still full of thorns. Of course, Visualize the sword picture every day and don’t slack off.”

Madam Hua said sincerely that she had a glimpse of Anle's late-blooming talent and didn't want him to bury or waste it.

Anle's face was solemn, and he clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you madam for your teaching, I will definitely keep it in my heart."

"I didn't expect you to be proficient in ink painting. I wanted you to splash ink on the spot. Unfortunately, I will have visitors later. I'll watch you dance ink some other time."

Mrs. Hua said with a little regret.

Anle smiled: "Xiaosheng comes to Lin's house every day. If Madam wants to view the paintings, Xiaosheng will paint again after returning."

Mrs. Hua nodded slightly.

An Le said goodbye, left Tianbo Water Pavilion, and headed towards the martial arts hall to paint pictures for the young masters.

Tianbo Waterside Pavilion returned to peace.

The spring breeze in the hall ruffled Mrs. Hua's clothes.

"Does the boy's painting of bamboo resonate with the painting of sword waterfall?"

"The Four Gentlemen of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum have been painted by tens of millions, but only a few can truly be called masters. The Four Gentlemen correspond to the four qualities of pride, seclusion, indifference, and ease. If you want to resonate with the mind, you need to use quality as a guide when painting... Young man Can you grasp the quality of bamboo?”

"If the young man's ink painting of bamboo is really unique, perhaps he can be recommended to the masters of bamboo painting in Da Zhao. There are only three people who can be called masters of bamboo painting in Da Zhao. The third wife of the Academy of Arts, the deputy prime minister Ouyang Xiangru and... the one who carried a He dared to kill Emperor Yuanmeng's old uncle with a broken bamboo sword."

Mrs. Hua murmured softly, going over Da Zhao's bamboo paintings in her mind.

Suddenly, the maid Xixiang said respectfully: "Madam, the chariot is ready."

"Can the invitation be sent to Ye Mansion?" Madam Hua asked.

"My slave sent it in person yesterday." Xixiang said seriously. As Madam Hua's personal maid, she naturally knew why Madam Hua sent the invitation to Ye Mansion.

As a martial arts family like the Lin Mansion, the Ye Mansion plays an important role in Lin'an Mansion.

The situation of the examination in front of the palace has been spread, and Mrs. Hua also wants to take action.

"Did Mrs. Ye refuse?" Mrs. Hua asked softly.

Xixiang paused and said hesitantly: "I never refused, but I also... never agreed."

Mrs. Hua nodded and walked slowly through the white jade corridor.

"If you don't refuse, you agree. Let's go. Don't keep Mrs. Ye waiting."

…

…

Yangwu rises out of the valley and the flat trees rise, and the powerful cold smoke collects and repairs the bamboos.

The sixth mountain.

There is no nameless pavilion on the large flat.

In the pavilion, the three of them sat opposite each other, still looking at Anle's ink painting of bamboo and stone. The morning sun shone from the end of the horizon and fell on the painting, shining brightly.

"You can get a glimpse of people by looking at paintings. The person who created this ink bamboo and stone painting has a tiger in his chest, a restrained spirit, and a gentleman's spirit. It resonates with the spirit of refining the divine sword that he has learned. He is a rare good swordsman."

The middle-aged man in white, carrying a large pine sword box, was silent, but he finally commented on this painting.

The octogenarian man in a Confucian shirt stroked his beard and nodded: "Ink painting of bamboo is relatively rare in Da Zhao, and it is even rarer to be able to paint with style. And the excellence of this painting is not only the painting Bamboo is more about poetry and calligraphy.”

"Still strong despite being struck by hardships, despite the winds from east to west, north and south... The painter should have suffered hardships, but he is not afraid of them. He allows the hardships to come and remains firm. A gentleman's back is as straight as a pillar of heaven, and This word is strange and free, seemingly unruly, but in fact it draws on the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and is quite methodical."

"Looking at paintings, appreciating poems, and seeing calligraphy...it's good to get a glimpse of the painter's nature."

The man in white with the pine sword box on his back thought for a while and said: "It's just that the power of the mind integrated into the painting is a little lacking, otherwise this painting would be even more valuable, and I would not hesitate to use some fifth-grade magic weapons."

Zhao Huangting, the old man of Ancestral Temple, couldn't help laughing: "You all think it's good, so it's good. As for the poor mental strength, it's because the little painter can't reach samadhi through spiritual practice. He just took advantage of painting and has just stepped into the fetal breath..."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the old man in Confucian shirt and the man in white changed.

Are you, Zhao Huangting, joking?

The painter...is still pregnant?

Zhao Huangting smiled and said: "I have a close affinity with this little friend. Unfortunately, this little friend has offended the Qin Mansion. Although the Lin Mansion is now protected by Hua Jie Bing, you also know that the Lin Mansion is about to suffer a catastrophe and will destroy itself." If there is no guarantee, the old man wants to find a way out for him. "

"I originally went to the liberal arts college to find you, an old man, with the intention of using this painting to get my little friend into the liberal arts college to be a bamboo painter. But now that I have come to the Sixth Mountain, Lord of the mountain, let's see if this little friend's painting can be admitted to the sixth mountain. Six mountains, one mountain guard quota?"

The early sun shines on the high forest, and Zhao Huangting's words linger around the ancient pavilion.

The old man in Confucian robes squinted his eyes, reflecting the early sunlight, and looked at the bamboo and stone pictures.

"Zhao Huangting, you are wrong. The title of guardian of the mountain is extremely precious. The Lord of the Six Mountains has the most powerful gods in the world. This son can only refine his god in his womb. How can he nag the Lord of the Six Mountains to join the painting pavilion of our academy and pass on the art of ink bamboo painting? The ink bamboo craze started.”

The man in white with the pine sword box on his back slowly turned his head and looked at the elderly man in Confucian robes.

"The painting is good, but it can be broken. You are not the only one in the liberal arts academy. If a scholar from Qin Dynasty comes, you will be tied up and feel aggrieved by entering your liberal arts academy."

"I'm different. On the sixth mountain, I have a sword. Qin Lishi doesn't dare to come. Chang Kuai."

In the pavilion.

Zhao Huangting was also quite stunned.

He never thought that these two important people in Da Zhao would snatch people away in front of him!

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