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

Dragging the clouds and breaking the rain into the sky, the elixir spits out the rays of light and the sword spits out the rainbow!

I don't know when, the sky is getting late, the wind is gradually calming down, and the rays of light squeeze through the clouds and pour into the world.

On the pasture, the horse was walking slowly, bathed in the sunset, its brown and black body slightly glowing, reflecting the color, like a divine horse from the sky falling into the mortal world.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the power of the mind, and the curling sword energy...

Gradually, it lingers around Anle and slowly dissipates.

On the desk, Anle completed the careful carving of the horse's hoof. The horse's hoof seemed simple and only needed a few strokes to outline, but Anle spent a long time painting it.

A horse's hoof is as difficult to describe as a woman's high-heeled shoes, because the horse's hoof is where a horse's strength and center of gravity gather, and is the key to flexibility in movement and stillness. Therefore, it is crucial to carve it carefully and grasp the proportions.

As for the pony tail and mane, it is swept with a dry brush, combining dry and wet, which is very natural, making the horse seem to leap out of the paper.

A painting shocked the garden!

Fourth Master Lin stood aside, with endless joy already in his eyes.

He never imagined that Anle could give him such unexpected joy. His painting of horses was as high as his painting of ink bamboo.

What surprised Mr. Lin even more was that it turned out that ink painting can be used to draw bamboos as well as horses!

Not only freehand, but also realistic!

Compared with the meticulous painting of horses, it is no worse, and even expresses the wild, uninhibited, free, unruly and unruly attitude of Robber Li to the fullest!

"With just this one painting, An family's name is worthy of its name!"

"Once this painting is completed, it will pass the ninth level. It is called the eighth level god refining picture, which is comparable to the eighth level god refining magic weapon!"

Fourth Master Lin was standing aside, full of praise.

He loved horses, so naturally he couldn't put it down for the horses painted by Anle.

Anle's mind was away from the painting, feeling a little tired, and the boiling sword pool in Niwan Palace slowly calmed down.

However, the painting is not over yet.

An Le picked up the pen and drank enough ink. After thinking for a while, he began to write the inscription in the blank space of Sheng Xuan:

"Hu Mayuan is famous for his sharp edges and thin bones. The bamboo stalks are sharp and the wind is light on the four hooves. There is no open space in his direction, which is really worthy of life and death. With such a strong force, he can travel thousands of miles."

As for the withdrawal writing style, Anle still writes in Banqiao style.

The pride is self-contained and well-proportioned. Although it is not carefully arranged, it is self-contained.

It seems that the sword is sharp and the gentleman is proud!

Fourth Master Lin was in a trance as he recited it.

After the withdrawal was over, Anle thought for a while, solemnly picked up the pen, and added the three characters "Bei Hong Ma" to the title.

He took the demon-quenching jade from his waist and dyed the jade with red mud to seal it. A special red mark immediately appeared on the paper.

Anle put down the pen, breathed a long sigh of relief, took a step back, and looked at the picture of galloping horses on the desk, with a hint of happiness on his face.

The improvement of his spiritual cultivation has made him more proficient in painting skills.

Incorporating my own ideas and borrowing the techniques of the horse painting master from my previous life, I completed this painting of galloping horses.

"Eighth level divine refining diagram?"

At this moment, Anle recalled Fourth Master Lin's praise, and her eyes flickered slightly.

The old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple once told him that some court painters painted with their minds, and the paintings they produced seemed to be soothing to the mind, and could be compared to magic weapons for refining the gods.

I never thought that his Anle paintings would reach this level today.

Suddenly, the ink pool attached to An Le's waist trembled slightly, emitting a suction force. On the picture of galloping horses, there seemed to be invisible implications and the fragrance of ink coming out, being absorbed by the ink pool.

The ink pond is a painting that nourishes the ink pond, which can improve the rank of the ink pond.

Today I painted the painting of a galloping horse. I used the galloping horse to fulfill the wish of Mr. Lin, and I also used the galloping horse to nourish the ink pond, killing two birds with one stone.

Anle is in a good mood, and even feels that his mind is getting stronger at this moment. The next state of transcendence is getting closer and closer. If the fate comes, it can be broken easily.

A picture of a galloping horse, nourishing the sword and nourishing the spirit!

"Fourth Master, you are showing off your shame."

Under the setting sun, Anle clasped his fists and bowed, with a smile on his lips.

Fourth Master Lin glanced at Anle, his handsome face full of appreciation and gratitude. He knew that Anle must have tried his best to paint this painting of galloping horses.

Xixiang stood aside, looking at the painting, and felt as if the horse was about to run out of the paper, so powerful and unruly!

Mr. An’s paintings...are truly amazing!

The charm and temperament of the fourth master who stole the Lima were vividly displayed.

"As expected of the An family, there are ink bamboos in front and galloping horses in the back. The poems, calligraphy and paintings are all outstanding. The sentence "Let the wind blow from east to west, north and south" on the ink bamboo picture, and the poem on the galloping horse picture are truly breathtaking.

"I just don't know what this 'Bei Hongma' means?"

Fourth Master Lin asked doubtfully.

An Le smiled: "The poems were written by some hermits that I heard from my hometown when I was young. As for the picture of the galloping horse with the title of the sad horse, it is the same as the ink bamboo with the title of Banqiao Bamboo. It can be regarded as... a kind of sentiment."

Feelings? Fourth Master Lin was thoughtful and couldn't help but laugh.

Looking at the picture of the galloping horse, all the worries in his heart disappeared. The freedom of the galloping horse in the picture, the unfettered freedom after breaking free from the shackles, was fully displayed.

How could it be that this was not the state of mind that Lin Silang yearned for?

How lucky you are to get this painting!

"The avenue of painting lies in the pursuit of nature." Fourth Master Lin couldn't help but think of Anle's words before painting. He got on the saddle and took the reins, which was equivalent to being shackled, and he no longer felt natural.

No wonder everyone in An’s family had to take off the saddle and rope before painting the horse.

Fourth Master Lin was filled with admiration. Although Anle was very young, he was amazed and admired by his meticulous and penetrating painting skills.

Fourth Master Lin could tell that the painting of a galloping horse incorporated the technique of Anle's sketch of knocking on the door of the Lin Mansion.

No wonder the Master of the Academy of Arts said it was a school of its own, and it certainly lived up to its reputation!

Fourth Master Lin's expression suddenly became solemn. He lifted his Confucian shirt and bowed to An Le respectfully and solemnly.

"Thank you for the galloping horse picture!"

"Lin Silang owes Mr. An a great favor. If you need it in the future, Mr. An just ask, and Lin Silang will do his best to help."

Fourth Master Lin made a solemn promise.

Hearing this, An Le hurriedly helped Fourth Master Lin up: "Mrs. Hua has been very kind to me, and the Lin family treats me well. This painting can relieve Fourth Master's worries and make Xiaosheng happy. Fourth Master does not need to do this."

Fourth Master Lin stood up and said nothing more.

"I won't say much. I will keep this kindness in my heart. My sister-in-law told me that you have obtained the Little Holy Order of the Holy Mountain and want to reach the pinnacle of Middle-earth geniuses and talk to the Holy Master."

"If you get the Little Holy Order, you will enter the Little Saint List. The rankings on the Little Saint List are all recorded in this book. You can go back and take a look."

"Every time there is a change in the rankings on the Little Holy List, the guardian of the second mountain of the Holy Mountain will announce the updated rankings, which will be transcribed and announced by the Academy of Literature."

"This is the latest ranking. You got the Little Holy Order yesterday and you are on the list today."

Fourth Master Lin took out a yellow leather booklet from his sleeve and handed it to Anle.

Anle immediately took it and opened it.

"No. 1 on the Little Saint List: Zhao Xianyou, cultivation level: six realms of body training, five realms of god refining."

The first thing that catches his eye is the number one on the Little Saint List.

"Who is Zhao Xianyou?"

Anle asked curiously.

Fourth Master Lin's eyes fell on the galloping horse picture, and he couldn't help admiring it. After hearing this, he casually replied: "The ninth prince of Zhao, the second in line, Zhao Pei, is the second prince."

Anle took a breath, noble man.

Look further down.

"Second on the Little Saint List, Zhao Pei, has cultivation levels of: five realms of body training and five realms of god refining."

"Third on the Little Saint List, Qin Hua'an, cultivation level: five realms of body training, four realms of god refining."

"No. 4 on the Little Saint List, Ye Wenxi, cultivation level: fifth level of body training, fifth level of god refining."

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"No. 18 on the Little Saint List, Wang Qinhe, cultivation level: four realms of body training and three realms of god refining."

"Nineteenth on the Little Saint List, Anle, cultivation level: second level of body training, second level of spiritual refining."

After Anle finished reading, he let out a breath. Sure enough, he was at the bottom without any doubt.

But this place at the bottom was within his expectation. After all, the time he had really been exposed to cultivation was really short. Being able to enter the Little Saint List was actually a bit of a noble person's support, and it also involved luck.

Before his appearance on the list, the total number on the Little Saint List was eighteen.

There are princes with extremely high status, and there are also descendants of generals like Ye Wenxi. It can be said that no one who has the confidence to get the Little Saint Order and enter the Little Saint List is mediocre. Even those who get the Little Saint Order with the help of family resources. The talent is also unusual, and there is a gap in the heart.

If Anle wants to talk to the Saint Master, he must be among the top three in the Little Saint List.

The free girl Ye Wenxi only ranked fourth. You can imagine how difficult it is to be among the top three.

At least, with his current level of cultivation, I'm afraid it's far from enough.

However, a smile appeared on the corner of Anle's lips, the fighting spirit in his eyes was like fire, and the tiger hidden in his heart was roaring.

Although he is still weak now.

But he is still practicing and possessing the Taoist Fruit, so he might not be able to catch up from behind!

Fourth Master Lin has been paying attention to Anle's demeanor. When he saw that the boy was ranked last, he had not been hit. Instead, he looked calm, his eyes were bright, and he had fighting spirit. He couldn't help but nod in admiration.

An Le did not stay in the Lin Mansion for a long time. After receiving the Little Saint List, he thanked Fourth Master Lin and left Qingfeng Garden.

Under the leadership of Xixiang, they left the Lin Mansion.

The setting sun is like blood, reflecting the world.

After crossing the stone monument archway of Lin Mansion, Anle stepped onto the quiet street, and the bustling and noisy Lin'an at dusk suddenly appeared.

He came to Yanchunli and drank a pot of old wine as usual.

Carrying the old rice wine, I planned to go to Dingya Lane to buy beef, but I just left the alley.

At the entrance of the long street, an extremely luxurious chariot drove slowly from the surging crowd. The wheels rolled against the bluestone, making a soft sound, and stopped in front of Anle.

The setting sun casts oblique shadows.

The luxurious carriage and the figure of the young man carrying the wine were both pulled out into long and narrow shadows.

The silk curtain of the carriage window was opened.

Young Master Qin looked down at the young man holding the old rice wine.