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

Since the establishment of the Academy of Literature by the emperor who was as powerful as a tiger thousands of years ago, it has been closely related to the changes of every dynasty.

The Holy Mountain is aloof and independent, and the Wen Yuan and the Martial Temple actually wanted to imitate the Holy Mountain. However, as the bond between the dynasty and the Wen Yuan became more and more profound, such imitation naturally became impossible.

The Academy of Liberal Arts has gradually evolved from a force that originally focused on god-refining monks to a gathering place for scholars from all over the world.

Gathering scholars from all over the world, all kinds of ideas burst out in the academy, and gradually Confucianism and Taoism were the most important, including the great scholars in the court, the masters of the academy, etc., and even developed a kind of awe-inspiring power that is different from the blood and the mind. .

Compared to the purity of the Martial Arts Temple, the Academy of Arts is actually much more complicated. The three masters are divided into three forces, and three different ideological propositions are impacting like undercurrents in the Academy.

The spring rain pours down on the white-walled and black-tiled liberal arts college buildings, like a beautiful splash-ink landscape painting, quite a bit like a Jiangnan water town.

Across the white jade archway of the Wenyuan, through the deep path and along the tender flowers scattered by the rain, we can see a thatched cottage hidden among a few banana trees.

The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.

Under the thatched cottage, the spring breeze blew slowly through the hall, blowing the hot steam rising from the slanted carbon stove.

Under the eaves of the thatched cottage, the water droplets gathered by the spring rain flowed into curtains and fell to the ground. The sound of the rain hitting the plantains around them was like the sound of silk and bamboo playing music, and the sound reached my ears.

Two old figures were setting up a chessboard with a few black and white chess pieces scattered around, and they were talking in their hands.

The old man from Taimiao held the black move, squinting his eyes and staring at the chessboard.

Opposite him was the octogenarian old man in Confucian shirt whom he had seen in the Banshan Pavilion that day. He was also the Third Master of the Academy of Arts, Wang Banshan.

The third master held a white piece and ate a black piece from Zhao Huangting.

"You think so highly of that young painter that you even gave him the green mountains as a gift. Why do you have the time to come and talk to me now?"

Sanfuzi looked at this old friend with a smile.

"There's nothing interesting to see, and there's not much suspense. The one who sticks to Qingshan is the one who stands out."

Zhao Huangting took a sip of the fine West Lake Longjing, raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to retrieve the sunspot that had just fallen. However, the hand he extended was slapped down by Sanfuzi.

"Oh? Are you so optimistic about this painter? This time the Lord of the Sixth Mountain opened the mountain, those who are fighting to guard the mountain are not taking it easy. Ye Chong of Ye Mansion, Zhong Shun Dynasty of Zhong Family, even Luo Qingchen put down his pride after hearing that .

The third master smiled brightly and made another move, capturing a large number of black stones from the opposite chess basket.

Zhao Huangting's face darkened, and he drank a large mouthful of Longjing. His long eyebrows were trembling with anger. What happened if he regretted playing chess? !

"Luo Qingchen? That little guy made of Daoxin tofu? With the temperament of the Sixth Mountain Lord, I don't like him. As for the Zhong family and the Ye family, if Ye Wenxi, the daughter of the Ye family, is willing to fight, it will be a sure win, but Ye Wenxi's talent is comparable to that of the Ye family's general who is in charge of the Canglang River. She is not low-spirited and will not be willing to be a mountain guard. Her goal must be to compete for the Little Saint List, talk to the Saint Master, and open the Seventh Mountain. ”

Zhao Huangting stopped playing chess and drank tea by himself.

After all, if this move continues, he will undoubtedly lose, and as long as he does not make a move, he will not lose.

The Third Master obviously saw Zhao Huangting's rogue behavior and smiled without exposing it.

"It seems that the young painter will definitely enter the Sixth Mountain, which is good news for the Lin family." The third master sighed softly: "The Lin family is full of loyal people. It is a pity that it is precisely because of the loyal people that they have ended up like this. In such an embarrassing situation, the most important one is the ruthless emperor's family. If the nobleman in Tianxuan Palace wants to see clearly the outcome of the battle between the legitimate dragons, the influence of the three families of Lin, Zhong and Ye will be too great. "

"Don't mention that guy. He sounds messy and disgusting. He will bring shame to our old Zhao family."

Zhao Huangting chewed Longjing tea leaves on the tip of his tongue, and the strong fragrance of tea burst out in his mouth. He glanced at San Fuzi and said a little angrily.

The Third Master smiled. Even though the nobleman in Tianxuan Palace had a distinguished status, the two of them talked without any taboo.

"You said something wrong. Little You An may not enter the Sixth Mountain."

Zhao Huangting changed the topic and said.

The Third Master stroked his beard and chuckled, seemingly not surprised: "I would like to hear the details."

"Let's not mention that the Jade Guanyin of the Hua family is gone. Based on my understanding of Little You An, he may not choose to become the mountain guardian."

Zhao Huangting made hot tea again, blew the heat off the teacup, and said calmly.

"In fact, if he really accepts the qualification of mountain guardian, I will be disappointed. Although the mountain guardian has a noble status and is also considered a disciple of the Holy Mountain, in a sense, he belongs to the mountain master's attendant. After all, he has fallen behind. It's easy to break one's heart, and he may not be able to carry that green mountain. "

When the third wife heard this, she couldn't help but narrowed her eyes.

"Although An Xiaoyou has just started enlightenment, and his enlightenment at the age of eighteen is indeed a little late, and he missed the golden period when he was young to lay a solid foundation for spiritual practice, but An Xiaoyou's talent is really good, and he is even more talented in the sword. "

"So, I would rather An Xiaoyou, get the Little Holy Order, walk the most difficult road, get a chance to talk to the Holy Master, and maybe have a chance to join the long-vacant Seventh Mountain and become the Lord of the Seventh Mountain Woolen cloth?"

"I still have high expectations for him. After all... the green mountains are covered with dust in my hands. I hope he can release the sword energy contained in the green mountains and kill Emperor Yuan Meng, the best emperor in the world, if he has the opportunity."

Zhao Huangting smiled and looked at the spring rain in the sky with hazy eyes.

"My attitude is all hidden in the sword energy of Qingshan. In the entanglement of the sword energy, the Lord of the Sixth Mountain should also know my intention. If the young man wants to become the guardian of the mountain, then he will get his wish. If he doesn't want to, it will take a while. The Lord of the Sixth Mountain will naturally give me a small holy order for the old man's favor. However, when Lin Jiahua went to Xie Bing, it must have been for the little holy order, so the old man's favor can be saved. "

"However, once you get the Little Saint Order, you have to enter the Little Saint List. Whether you can stand out is the real test."

The words are finished.

The spring rain suddenly intensified, and the crackling of falling raindrops became louder and louder.

A thunder sounded from behind the clouds, and the heavy rain was majestic, with sword energy in the rain.

Sanfuzi and Zhao Huangting turned their heads and looked into the distance together. A green mountain appeared vaguely in the hazy heavy rain.

"No, Jade Guanyin has drawn her sword."

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Anle looked at Mrs. Hua who was beside her with some surprise.

The majestic mind seems to distort the brilliance between heaven and earth. It is vaguely like watching a Bodhisattva sitting alone on a lotus. With one finger, the sky is filled with sword energy!

In the name of his well-being protector, Mrs. Hua asked for a small holy order...

Little Saint Ling Anle heard from Madam Hua earlier that it was the second condition for meeting the Saint Master!

It turns out that the Little Holy Order is to be obtained from the mountain master?

In the pavilion halfway up the mountain.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi looked at Hua Jiebing holding the Peanut Sword Qi, and his face returned to a cold expression.

"You want to get the Little Holy Order for him?"

The man in green's palm fell on the sword box, and the sword in the box was trembling.

Mrs. Hua's delicate face was full of solemnity, she nodded slightly, and her majestic mind gathered into a vague silhouette of Guanyin.

"The inherited heart sword of Ganye Temple is indeed good."

"Save some strength to face the troubles that the Lin family will encounter. There is no need to compete with me. Someone used human kindness to grant him a small holy order." The man in green said calmly.

When Mrs. Hua heard this, her solemn expression suddenly froze. Then she thought of something and looked at the broken bamboo sword attached to her waist.

Did that senior do this for his own safety?

But thinking about it, the bamboo swords were given away, and letting Anle fight for the mountain guard was a bit inconsistent with the domineering character of the senior who dared to kill Emperor Yuanmeng with a sword.

After Mrs. Hua figured it out, she put a smile on her lips and bowed gracefully to the Sixth Mountain Master: "Then I'll trouble the Mountain Master."

The corner of the Sixth Mountain Lord's mouth stiffened and he said, "Humanity can only fade away a little bit."

Mrs. Hua covered her mouth and smiled softly, what she said made sense.

At this moment, she could still think of the old senior beating his chest and beating his feet in defeat.

An Le held the ink-colored Qingfeng in his hand and met the eyes of Madam Hua and the Sixth Mountain Master at the same time, making him look serious.

The Sixth Mountain Lord bent his fingers, and the dark green edge in Anle's hand suddenly flew out and hung at the side of the Sixth Mountain Lord.

"This sword came out of my box. It is called Mochi. It is destined to you, and the little holy order was given to it."

After the mountain master finished speaking, he wiped the sword's body with his sword finger, and the bright golden light disappeared within it.

Knocking his finger again, the ink pool flew out and landed three hundred steps down from the Xianting Pavilion. It was inserted into the trunk of a peach tree beside the road.

"You go up the mountain to get the sword. If you can get the sword, you will get the Little Holy Order. If you can't, you will be the mountain guard for me. Don't think about opening the mountain again, how about that?"

The mountain owner looked at Anle and asked.

Madam Hua frowned: "Mountain Master, Anle's cultivation level is a bit low. Climb the sixth mountain..."

"He was only allowed to climb three hundred steps, and he was not allowed to climb to the top of the mountain. Besides, my stairs on the sixth mountain test his sensitivity to the sword, so it is not too much."

The mountain owner interrupted Mrs. Hua.

Madam Hua stopped talking and let Anle make her own choice. This was actually an opportunity for Anle. Obtaining the Little Holy Order with her own hands was much different from the one she obtained for Anle.

Moreover, climbing the Sixth Mountain... is also an opportunity that countless practitioners dream of.

Anle looked at the top of the green mountain, the dark green blade inserted under the peach tree.

[Natural Swordsman] As Daoguo trembled, the sword seemed to be calling him from afar, with desire, hope, and begging.

Anle took a deep breath and said without hesitation: "I am willing to climb the mountain to get the sword."

The Sixth Mountain Master and Mrs. Hua both nodded.

Then, the mountain master flicked his sleeves, and Anle's figure was wrapped in the sword light, and his silhouette fell at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, mist and rain began again.

The practitioners were in the midst of the shock of the young man holding a sword and soaring into the sky, but suddenly they saw a flash of sword light passing by, and the young man in white returned to the foot of the mountain again.

Everyone was stunned and confused.

Luo Qingchen, Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong, who had just walked down the mountain, were also stunned when they saw Anle.

Wasn't he invited to become a mountain guard?

Why did you come down again?

But he saw that Anle was ignoring everyone's eyes, his face was solemn as never before, he took a breath and stepped up the stairs to climb the mountain.

The moment he stepped onto the mountain road, the sword energy of the entire green mountain seemed to revive in an instant. The sword chanted sonorously like the sound of an ancient bell, creating invisible oppression out of thin air.

Luo Qingchen and the three of them all understood what happened, and their eyes changed when they looked at Anle.

"This person gave up on becoming a mountain guard, but actually wanted to get the Little Holy Order and take a chance on the chance to talk to the Holy Master?!"

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong looked at each other with surprise and even admiration in their eyes.

Luo Qingchen felt as if he had been stabbed in the back. The identity of the mountain guard that he cared about was actually offered to the other party, but the other party was actually unwilling to accept it.

For a moment, Luo Qingchen only felt the dust in Dao's heart caused by the boy...

It's like a blur of ink color, getting bigger and bigger.

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