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

The old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple came here to paint, and Anle no longer practiced sword-breaking skills.

He pulled out the bamboo sword Qingshan bit by bit from the old locust tree and put the sword on his waist. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Anle felt that the bamboo sword seemed to be easier to hold.

"The sword has a spirit. It senses hope from you. The spirit buried in the sword's edge will awaken slowly and step by step. Don't look at the Qingshan Mountain, which is quite broken, but it is indestructible. If you want to take charge of the Qingshan Mountain now, you are still not good enough. Far away."

"The sword is a swordsman's best companion, but you are still a bit immature now."

The old man sat on a bamboo chair, poured a glass of old yellow rice wine from his own house, drank it all, and said with a smile.

An Le rubbed the Qingshan Bamboo Sword with his palm, and his heart became more and more happy about this poor-looking broken bamboo sword.

"You started too late. You only started enlightenment at the age of eighteen. It's a bit regretful. You have to improve yourself as soon as possible to the point where you can take charge of Qingshan. Don't let Qingshan have any regrets."

The old man drank wine and sighed suddenly, loneliness flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps, he had made Qingshan regretful, and he did not want the young man to make the same mistake again.

Anle smiled, and accompanied by a soft voice, her words were somewhat firm and serious: "There will be no regrets in Qingshan."

Since he came to this world and had access to magnificent spiritual practices, he naturally did not want to leave any regrets in his life.

The life in the previous life was short and flashy, like a shackle, with helplessness and ordinaryness flowing everywhere. When I was a child, the children's palace, school, and home were all connected, elementary school, junior high school, and high school. He will enter the Academy of Fine Arts that he spent his entire youth in exchange for, but he will travel through time again.

Anle felt that he had many regrets in those years, including the regret that all his mechanical efforts were burned down, and the regret of saying goodbye to that era.

In this world, there are so many things to see, and I want to practice spiritual practice and feel the splendor of heaven and earth. I don't want to waste my life. The taste of regret is too bitter, and I don't want to taste it again.

Anle poured a glass of old rice wine and drank with the old man.

The clouds in the sky dispersed, and the bright moon ascended to the sky like a goddess, gentle as water.

The moonlight shines on the branches of the old locust tree and the new leaves moistened by the spring rain, leaving mottled leaf shadows.

After drinking the old rice wine in the cup in one gulp, An was optimistic about the bright moon and smiled softly: "When you hear the Tao, there is a sequence. The first comes and then comes. The last comes and comes first. Seniors, don't worry."

When the old man heard that the young man's heart was as bright as a rainbow, the admiration in his eyes became more and more intense. He stroked his beard and laughed, and his expression turned white.

Afterwards, he stopped talking about spiritual practice, took out his paintings, looked at the moon, drank wine and discussed paintings with the young man.

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It refers to the third month of spring, and there are ninety dynasties of Yin.

The rain in spring always comes without any reason. It has just stopped and it has not been warm for half a day, and then there are wisps of smoke and mist, spreading all over the green fields in the east wind, like cow hair and bead curtains, covering the world.

The spring in Lin'an Prefecture is even more beautiful under the nourishment of spring rain. Green leaves and tender flowers are sprouting all over the streets. Walking on the West Lake, strolling along the long embankment, or taking a rest in the pavilion, you can see the color of life.

After asking for leave from Madam Xianghua, Madam directly granted Anle a three-day holiday, allowing him to practice well at home, warm up his mind, and prepare for the opening of the Sixth Mountain.

Anle declined, but Mrs. Hua said that the young masters also had to prepare for the opening of the sixth mountain, so the painting was temporarily stopped.

In this case, there is no reason to refuse Anle.

Waking up early in the morning, bathing in the spring rain, a man dressed in white practiced five birds in the spring rain. His muscles and bones were singing together, and his qi and blood were boiling. The qi and blood that had been pushed to perfection began to gather and spread towards the bones.

Anle knew that he was only one step away from the second level of spiritual bone training, and maybe he only needed an opportunity to step into it.

The demonic energy spreads out from the demon-quenching jade. When practicing the Five Birds, the demonic energy spreads along the skin and beats the body, making Anle's body stronger and stronger.

Infiltrated by the evil spirit, An Le's appearance becomes more handsome and elegant at the same time, adding a bit of coquettishness, which is very eye-catching.

Visualize the sword waterfall, exercise the five birds, and practice the strength of the sword...

Anle has his own plan for spiritual practice. Of course, reading is very important. In his spare time, he will find time to read. He will carefully read books related to imperial examinations, works by great scholars in the academy, and even some masterpieces by famous scholars in this world. Read article.

The meaning of reading a hundred times will be self-evident. Anle still believes in the truth that reading can change your destiny.

Although he embarks on spiritual practice, practice does not mean giving up studying. Even a strong person like Mrs. Hua would drink tea and read in the Tianbo Water Pavilion every morning with a book on Confucianism. What qualifications does he have to not study for peace of mind?

Moreover, spring is just around the corner, so we can’t relax in our studies just because we practice.

While reading and strolling to the West Lake, I went to see Fairy Yunrou, who was cold and beautiful but had fallen into the world of mortals.

From the passage of time, we know that Fairy Yunrou is not weak in cultivation, but she is willing to be an oiran among the flowers and boats. Although the flower girl is the leader and has a reputation far and wide, it is a lowly profession after all, and her identity is different from that of Fairy Yunrou as a practitioner. Too matching.

Even in the Linhua Pavilion, the No. 1 brothel in Lin'an, there are still mortal women who are practicing, but they are just beginners in practicing and just doing it as a gimmick. Talented people like Fairy Yunrou are really rare.

It's a pity that even after wandering around the West Lake for a while, stepping on the trickle of spring rain, I still didn't see Fairy Yunrou. This was the third day I didn't see Yunrou.

Leaving West Lake, we returned to Taimiao Lane on Qingbo Street.

Anle set up a table with tea cups and a charcoal stove to boil water.

Make a pot of hot tea, sit quietly at the door, facing the old locust tree in the courtyard, and start to visualize the "Sword Waterfall Picture", and your mind, which has reached the fetal breath, begins to gather bit by bit.

【Eternal Talent】The blessing of Tao Fruit makes Anle practice very fast.

There is no need to go to the Lin Mansion to work. The only regret is that he cannot absorb the energy of time.

If you go to the street to try your luck, you may not meet a practitioner. The old man in the Ancestral Temple has the energy of time, and the current peace and happiness cannot be removed.

However, Anle is not too regretful. When the sixth mountain opens, there will definitely be a large number of practitioners gathering, and they will be able to absorb enough.

The rain comes thinly and sparsely, even if it cannot be too much, it is not willing to have none.

Watching the spring rain in front of the door.

Drink tea, visualize, and be quiet.

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Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

The spring rain stopped and came again, as if to welcome the opening of the sixth mountain of the Holy Mountain today, Yuluo became more and more active.

Anle got up early, the sky was hazy, and the fine spring rain fell like silver threads all over the sky in the dim light of the morning light.

After putting on clean white clothes with wide sleeves and tempering his body with demonic energy for three days, he was only one step away from casting his spiritual bones. He could break through at any time.

Therefore, Anle's whole person's temperament became more and more upright, and his spirit was as rich as jade.

With a green mountain pinned to his waist, a demon-quenching jade, he opened an oil-paper umbrella, locked the courtyard door, and walked out on the trickle of water flowing through the gaps between the bluestones in Taimiao Lane.

The alley is quite quiet. Some peach blossom branches stick out from the high walls on both sides. The pink peach blossoms were cut in half by the spring rain and fell on the bluestone. They were stepped down by Anle and stuck to the soles of their feet, rubbing out a little pink. .

Today is the opening day of the sixth mountain, and the atmosphere in the entire Lin'an Mansion seems to be different.

The fetal breath is wrapped around the body, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seems to flow faster as the practitioners' minds surge.

Just as the Academy of Literature is a holy place in the hearts of Confucian scholars, and the Martial Temple is a holy place in the hearts of warriors in the world, the Holy Mountain, as the transcendent power of Great Zhao and even the entire Middle Earth, is a holy place in the hearts of countless practitioners.

Entering the Sixth Mountain, even if you just become a mountain guard, is a leap in level.

Therefore, when the order to open the mountain resounded throughout Lin'an Prefecture, practitioners from all over the country and around Lin'an Prefecture and even across the country came to look for the wind, either to try out the thoughts that many people think are elusive and unattainable, or simply to Join in the fun.

Anle walked to the alley holding an oil-paper umbrella, and suddenly thought of a serious question.

The Sixth Mountain of the Holy Mountain is famous, but... he doesn't know where to go.

Looking at Qingbo Street washed clean by the spring rain, Anle scratched his head and turned to look at the majestic and majestic two-story pavilion-style building with octagonal spires and double eaves in the distance.

In the Ancestral Temple, the incense is still burning, and the morning light is dimly lit.

The old man from Taimiao said he would take him to the Sixth Mountain today, but at the moment there was no movement at all.

When he arrived at the Ancestral Temple, he didn't even set foot in the attic of the temple. He clasped his fists and bowed from a few meters away.

"Don't be anxious, little friend An. I won't wake up in the spring, and I will catch up on my old sleep. I won't go with you today. Someone will come and take you there."

In the temple, the sound of the old man's lazy chuckle floated out.

Anle was startled.

In the midst of the spring breeze and rain, there was suddenly the sound of wheels rolling over bluestones, splashing and splashing into trickles of water.

At some point, a luxurious carriage came slowly around the corner from the end of Qingbo Street.

Anle stood by the street with an umbrella, and the luxurious carriage came straight and slowly stopped beside him.

At the carriage window, a plain white palm came out from behind the curtain and gently opened the curtain, revealing the delicate and beautiful face of Mrs. Hua, whom she had not seen for a few days.

Madam Hua first looked towards the Ancestral Temple and nodded slightly, then her eyes like autumn water fell on Anle, and the corners of her lips were raised slightly.

"This is the sixth mountain, I will take you there."

"Mr. An, get in the car."

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