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

When the second ray of time energy was pulled out of the girl chasing the wind, Anle's breathing couldn't help but quicken.

Something's wrong!

According to his experience, this year's Qi can only be directed at one target once a day.

It has been tested on Fairy Yunrou before, but why can the second strand be pulled out today?

Is it because of the girl chasing the wind, or is it because of his own comfort?

After looking at himself for three times, Anle suddenly thought that the only difference between him and the time when he prostituted Fairy Yunrou was that now he has embarked on the path of cultivation!

Maybe... improving your cultivation level can increase the number of times you draw the energy of time every day? !

The more time and energy you have, the easier it will be for Anle to become stronger...

They complement each other.

With a thought, the light curtain popped up.

[Name: Anle]

[Year Qi: 3 wisps]

[The Fruit of Time: Cultivation Genius (0/10)]

[Mastering the Kung Fu: The Technique of Entraining Qi and Breathing in and Out (1 wisp)]

[Skill mastered: Zhao Zu Changquan (disabled) (1 ray)]

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Above the light curtain, the energy of time increased to three rays.

What makes An Le feel regretful is that the second ray of time energy extracted from the girl chasing the wind is not the golden time energy and cannot be condensed into the time path fruit.

"Have you just become enlightened? It's really too late to start." Girl Zhuifeng knew nothing about Anle absorbing the energy of time in her body.

"It won't be in the way. If you can start practicing, An will be satisfied." Anle replied with a smile.

"Young Master An, you have a good attitude." Miss Zhuifeng smiled brightly and straightforwardly: "If monks like us could have this kind of attitude, there wouldn't be so many people stuck in the bottleneck, because they can't break through and take the wrong direction. Go astray, fall into the devil's path, and ruin your future and vitality."

"Practice is not a risk-free thing."

Girl Chai Feng became more and more pleased with An Le.

The two of them walked along the bluestone road of Lin Mansion, passing by courtyard houses one after another.

Many servants in the mansion put down their things and saluted respectfully when they saw Miss Zhui Feng. Although this girl Zhui Feng was a maid, she obviously had a high status in the Lin family.

Girl Zhuifeng took Anle to the living room, where she could see many people gathering in the hall from a distance.

"Mr. An, we're here."

"You are considered the last painter. Now there are thirty painters gathered in Lin Mansion, all of whom are well-known in Lin'an Mansion."

Girl Zhuifeng pointed to the central hall in front and smiled at Anle.

"Inviting so many painters... I wonder what they are doing?" Anle asked curiously.

Girl Chai Feng glanced at An Le's handsome profile and didn't hide anything: "You will know it soon anyway, so there's no harm in telling you."

"The painters invited this time are mainly to paint for the young masters of the Lin family who are about to go to war. The order was given by the old lady. You also know the style of the Lin family. Just like the old master, he is loyal and courageous. Once he goes to the battlefield, , it was all about fighting for the glory of the Lin Mansion. Only by killing the enemy can we get back the Eight Treasures Double Eaves Dripping Water Tower and the Stone Tablet Jade Square."

"Lao Linggong died in the battle before. Three of the seven sons of the Lin family died in the battle. The eldest son died in the battle outside the pass. The second master and the third master have no bones left. The old lady's death is approaching, and she is becoming more nostalgic. She cannot bear to die in the battle in the future. My children and grandchildren have all forgotten their faces, so I invited painters to paint them just to remember them.”

Girl Chai Feng said, her voice became deeper and her mood was low.

When Anle heard the words, he was also silent.

The purpose of painting a farewell is just so that the elderly people in the house can view the paintings and remember them, so that their faces will not be forgotten due to vague memories in the future. This loyalty is touching.

"An will definitely try his best." Anle said seriously.

Girl Zhuifeng gathered her emotions and glanced at Anle with a grin: "You should stand out among these many painters first."

"Jiu Mei was surprised by your painting skills, so he asked Huang Captou to search for your traces. Don't let Jiu Mei down."

Anle bowed his hands and looked solemn.

Then, under the leadership of the girl chasing the wind, we set foot in the middle hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, many eyes swept over him like needles. There were many people in the hall, all of them looked like Confucian scholars, and their ages varied widely.

After all, they are all competitors, and everyone knows that if the paintings they make can satisfy Mrs. Yu of the Lin family, there will be great benefits.

Therefore, Anle, the new competitor, naturally doesn't look good.

Anle came the latest and was in a location close to the door.

After Miss Zhui Feng settled An Le, she entered the front of the hall and sat down next to a pretty woman. An Le glanced over and saw the woman's pair of willow-leaf eyebrows, as gentle as water, and her face was lightly painted with pink and white, making her look stunning.

However, Anle only glanced at it, then turned away and glanced around the entire hall. His heart was in turmoil, and he only had one thought left...

Is this paradise?

There are too many years of anger!

It even caught his eye like random flowers.

Especially close to the high hall, almost everyone has the energy of time intertwined with them, at least starting from ten strands...

There are many, just like the noble lady sitting on the throne, gorgeously dressed, with about a hundred strands of age wrapped around her body.

Anle looked at the noble lady, and with a thought, he absorbed a ray of time energy with some difficulty. However, he had just extracted the time energy from the lady.

The lady looked at her with a deep gaze, like the waves in the vast sea, which made Anle feel great pressure for a moment, like a thorn in the back.

The noble woman sitting on the throne frowned slightly, feeling a little strange. When she met the young man's gaze, her calm spirit could not help but jump.

However, the young man's spiritual energy was weak and his cultivation was too low to be detected. The noble lady gave up the idea of ​​exploring and said softly: "All painters, you all know the reason why my Lin Mansion invited you to come?"

"The young masters of the Lin Mansion are about to go to war. I hope that your paintings can leave their faces, so that we ladies can keep them in the mansion and look at the paintings to think of them in our spare time."

"Don't worry, Madam Hua, we will definitely use all our painting skills in our lives. In fact, Madam Hua can just ask me to come. I have been immersed in fine brushwork painting for decades and have deep experience. There is no need to go to such trouble." An old painter stroked his beard and said.

Madam Hua smiled softly: "Master Liu Qingyan is a famous painter in Lin'an, but this time painting for the young masters is a matter of great importance, so I have to be more serious."

"If the painting is good, the Lin Mansion will reward you handsomely."

Madam Hua sat on the sandalwood chair, with a beautiful face, curved eyebrows, and a graceful temperament with a bit of unfathomable depth.

She glanced at the painters and smiled gently, "Then you all move to the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion. I have arranged for people to set up tables, chairs and four treasures of the study there. There is only one painter who can stay. I hope you all will do your best."

After she finished speaking, Madam Hua stood up slowly and led the people from the Lin Mansion to the direction of the waterside pavilion.

The painters followed. Seeing that the noble lady did not pursue the matter, Anle exhaled a little, and followed the crowd like a little transparent.

The waterside pavilion is located behind the Tianbo Tower, facing the large pond in the mansion. It is surrounded by water on three sides. The fish swimming in the pond are like clusters of flowers. Opposite the waterside pavilion is the Tianbo Tower with eight treasures and double eaves. You can see the grandeur of the Tianbo Tower and the unique scenery.

The flat ground of the waterside pavilion was tidy and empty, with thirty tables and desks. The four treasures of the study were all placed on the tables. It was obvious that they had been prepared long ago.

The painters found their desks and sat in place, either grinding ink, or thinking, or stroking paper.

Madam Hua sat in the main hall of the waterside pavilion. From this position, she could see the painters painting on the open space.

Suddenly, Madam Hua raised her eyebrows and saw a young man raised his hand at the end of the table.

That was the young man who had made Madam Hua's soul move slightly before.

"What is the matter, please tell me, young master." Madam Hua said softly, and her voice was clearly transmitted to Anle's ears from a distance.

Hearing this, Anle took a deep breath: "Madam, my painting tools are a little different. I need a pair of wooden frames, a few sheets of thick paper, some charcoal blocks, a small knife, and a white steamed bun."

What kind of weird request is this?

Madam Hua was stunned, and the painters present also looked strange.

The master named Liu Qingyan stroked his beard and sneered: "Painting with charcoal blocks? It's unreasonable! Young people only know how to attract attention, which is ridiculous."

How can charcoal blocks be compared with brushes? How can the paintings made be pleasing to the eyes?

Many painters also chuckled and shook their heads, feeling disdainful.

Anle, on the other hand, remained calm.

In the main hall of the waterside pavilion, the ninth sister Lin Qingyin slowly stood up: "Sister-in-law, I invited this young painter. His paintings are indeed different from those of ordinary people, but the most important thing is that they are real, and the people in the paintings are as if they are alive on paper."

"Since it is the painter invited by the ninth sister, it is natural to ask for it." Madam Hua looked at the ninth sister lovingly, and then sent someone to prepare.

After a while, everything Anle needed was ready.

After Madam Hua and others prepared the tools for Anle, they picked up the celadon cup on the table, took a sip of warm tea, and said lightly: "Since everything is ready, you can start painting."

"I will sit here, and you can paint me."

Madam Hua finished speaking.

The painters below were all in turmoil, their faces flushed, and their pens were trembling.

Madam Hua is the wife of the eldest son of the Lin family. The eldest son has long been conferred a title of nobility, and Madam Hua has been personally conferred the title of the first-class imperial decree by the emperor. Her status is extremely noble.

It is a great honor to paint for Madam Hua, but it also makes the painters feel a mountain of pressure.

After pondering for a while, the painters grabbed their brushes, drank enough ink, and began to write, sketching lines on the rice paper.

When painters paint people, they mostly use fine brushwork. Raw rice paper absorbs water and spreads easily, which is suitable for freehand painting. Rice paper does not absorb water and can be used for line drawing.

The waterside pavilion is quiet and the sound of the gurgling water is crisp and pleasant.

The painters put their pens on the paper, and the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper is like the slight breeze of the bamboo sea.

Anle still stood in the same place. In painting people, in addition to the shape, the charm is more important, and capturing this charm is the key to the sublimation of the painting.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and his eyes fell on the elegant and beautiful lady.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes slightly.

He might have a better way to see the charm than others.

His mind moved.

A ray of the aura of time that he had taken from Madam Hua with great difficulty appeared in front of him.

I see the charm from the years!

But I saw that the aura of time was not an ordinary gray aura of time. It bloomed golden, like a burning incense stick, and the picture slowly appeared like rippling water.

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