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

The broken rainbow collects the rain, the colorful clouds float, and the clear waves come into the distance.

At the entrance of Yanchunli Lane.

The luxurious carriage parked quietly, its wheels no longer grinding against the bluestone, and the setting sun pulled out long, narrow and twisting shadows on the ground and walls.

Qin Qianqiu is in the car.

Enjoy yourself outside the car.

Qin Qianqiu lifted the curtain and looked at the young man in white who walked out of the alley. Since he began to pay attention to happiness, he naturally knew that the young man would come to Yanchunli every day to buy a pot of old rice wine, so he waited here early.

The condescending gaze was a bit scrutinizing, and a strong mind was permeating the air, intertwined inside and outside the car.

An invisible pressure, like a mountain, fell on Anle's shoulders, just like when Luo Qingchen was in the chariot, trying to make Anle bow her head.

However, Qin Qianqiu was far superior to Luo Qingchen in terms of status, but his cultivation was not as good.

Therefore, this oppression is nothing to An Le who is now fearless. It is like a breeze blowing across his face, An Le is calm and composed.

Stress goes away as quickly as it comes.

Qin Qianqiu instantly put away the oppression in his mind, and a hint of appreciation appeared on his face.

"You are indeed an An family member who has received the Little Holy Order. This courage to remain unchanged despite the collapse of the mountain is indeed extraordinary."

Qin Qianqiu stroked his palm and said.

Anle did shake his head: "The noble man was joking, that's not it. It's just that the noble man's psychological pressure is called a landslide, which is a bit worse."

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and not even the warmth of the setting sun could dispel the chill.

Qin Qianqiu narrowed his eyes in the carriage: "Do you recognize me?"

"I don't know." Anle shook his head: "But if you can ride such a chariot in Lin'an Mansion, your status will naturally be noble."

"My name is Qin Qianqiu, and I'm hosting a banquet in Zuilong Pavilion. I wonder if everyone in An would like to give me a favor?"

The coldness on Qin Qianqiu's face disappeared, he became elegant and said with a smile.

When Anle heard Qin Qianqiu's name, his expression didn't change much.

Although, the other party was Luo Qingchen's backer, a nobleman of the Qin family who was fighting to the death with the Lin family.

"I'm An Le. I've met Young Master Qin." An Le raised the wine and bowed slightly, showing the proper etiquette.

"It's not that I don't show my respect, but I still have friends at home who are waiting for my pot of old wine. If Young Master Qin has something to do, you can tell me now and don't waste money. The food and drinks in Zuilong Pavilion are not cheap."

Qin Qianqiu didn't expect that Anle still rejected him after he revealed his identity.

Throughout Lin'an, it was quite rare for anyone to dare to refuse his invitation.

Prime Minister Qin holds great power, and tributes from all parties are sent to the Qin Mansion first, and then to the palace. It can be said that the Qin Mansion has the most respected status in the entire Zhao Dynasty.

As the favorite son of Prime Minister Qin, Qin Qianqiu is naturally familiar with flattery and following others' influence.

The boy's simple and direct refusal really surprised him.

He felt a little uncomfortable, but Qin Qianqiu just smiled and said: "There is indeed an irreconcilable conflict between our Qin Mansion and the Lin Mansion, but it has nothing to do with you. You just became a painter of the Lin Mansion, and you only painted for the Lin Mansion. Our Qin Mansion will always be more tolerant towards talents."

"I have admired the An family's ink bamboo paintings in the Academy of Literature. They are quite ingenious. I like the proud figures in the paintings very much. In addition, the An family has received the Little Saint Order to be included in the Little Saint List. That is because they are determined to impact this spring period and want to To be ranked among the top candidates."

"Our Qin Mansion can provide you with some guidance from famous teachers and scholars before the Spring Festival, so that you can feel more relaxed during the Spring Festival."

"In addition, our Qin Mansion can provide the An family with three 'Flawless Demon Spirit Pills', which are refined from five hundred years of demon spirit. They are quite precious and can speed up body tempering and quickly and flawlessly condense the inner elixir, allowing An to Everyone will try to be more competitive in front of the palace.”

"This is something the Lin Mansion cannot afford today."

"As for other benefits, there are many more."

Qin Qianqiu said with a smile.

An Le was holding the old rice wine and bathing in the warm sunset, and understood what Qin Qianqiu meant. This was a condition to poach him from the Lin Mansion.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin. I promised to paint for the young masters of the Lin Mansion. Now that the painting has not been completed, there is no reason to leave. Besides, the Lin Mansion has given me a lot of help when I was in my weak years. Every drop of kindness will be appreciated." The gushing spring reciprocates, although I can't be called a rise now, but I turned around and left, which is really ungrateful. "

Anle expressed his meaning seriously.

On the long street, the cold wind wrapped in the setting sun blew on the straight-backed young man, adding a bit of solemnity and silence.

Qin Qianqiu's expression turned cold: "Master An, are you not giving me any face?"

"I won't give it unless it's right. I do have an appointment at home."

An Le smiled and clasped his fists, raised the old yellow wine and signaled, stopped talking to Qin Qianqiu, wore Qingshan and Mochi around his waist, and walked towards Qingbo Street on foot.

Looking at the young man in white leaving, Qin Qianqiu lowered the curtain with an expressionless expression.

In the chariot, he was not the only one.

Opposite Qin Qianqiu, there was a slender man wearing blue clothes with dragon and fish patterns on his sleeves. He was sitting upright with a somewhat uninhibited smile on his face. He was drinking wine from a flask. The aura in it is rich, and it is obviously an extraordinary wine.

"It's rare that in this huge Lin'an Mansion, there are still people who dare not give Brother Qin face."

The man grinned and joked.

Qin Qianqiu looked indifferent: "He is just a young boy from a countryside like Chongzhou. He has never seen the world. The Lin family gave him a small profit and let him die. He doesn't even understand the principle of good birds choosing trees to live in. Maybe there are some He is proud and has some talent, but in Lin'an, where the rich and powerful are everywhere, it is difficult for a country boy to have a future without bowing his head. "

"Being from a small family in Chongzhou, he is not valued in the clan. Even the bodyguards when he went to Lin'an to take the exam were hired on a temporary basis. He didn't know how to fight for such an opportunity. He clung to the already twilight Lin Mansion. It was beyond stupid."

Qin Qianqiu poured a glass of wine and drank it by himself. His words were full of arrogance and prejudice, and he looked down upon him.

Luo Qingchen left Qingzhou, but the family behind him was the number one family in Qingzhou. Qin Qianqiu naturally gave him a lot of respect, but what is this happiness?

"I feel like I'm soaring to the sky after receiving the Little Holy Order? It's ridiculous."

"Throughout the ages, many people who have received little holy orders have broken down and sunk into the sand before they were even halfway through the journey."

Qin Qianqiu shook his head.

"Brother Wang, you are the eighteenth on the Little Saint Ranking. If this boy wants to move forward on the Little Saint Ranking, he is destined to challenge you. What do you think of this boy?"

The drinking man smiled: "Exercising the body and mind are both at the second level. Although my spine is very straight and my pride is soaring to the sky, when it comes to fighting, how many swords can that pride... be able to withstand me?"

"In a short period of time, he should not dare to challenge me."

"I do hope he will come, but unfortunately, he is too weak now. If he comes to challenge before his body has been forged through the four realms and before he has gained enlightenment, the chance of winning is almost non-existent. He cannot be so stupid."

The man is Wang Qinhe, who is number 18 on the Little Saint List. The old man of the Wang family is the Duke of Zhao, and is also a distinguished noble of Lin'an. The wife of the Prime Minister of Qin is the legitimate daughter of the Duke, so the Wang family and the Qin family are closely related.

"Once Brother Wang reaches the Fifth Realm of Soul Refining and Oblivion, he will be sure to add a few more to the Little Saint List." Qin Qianqiu chuckled.

Wang Qinhe nodded and said: "Of course, I can't underestimate my opponent. It is said that this boy has already entered the Shuang Er Realm after only a few days of enlightenment. His talent is no weaker than Luo Qingchen's back then."

"Perhaps after the imperial examination, he will be qualified to challenge me. If this threat can be eliminated, we should eliminate it as soon as possible."

"The young man now has Hua Jie Bing to protect his path, and he even holds the Little Holy Order of the Holy Mountain. If we want to touch him, ordinary methods will naturally not work."

"Just now, my Dragon Spine Sword sensed the demonic energy. That kid has something related to the demon clan. We can use this to make a fuss."

After Wang Qinhe finished speaking, Qin Qianqiu raised the corner of his lips: "Is this kid possessed of demonic aura? I don't know. I have to check it out."

"As for talent, according to the investigation, he really accomplished the feat of breaking through the second realm in a few days. He is very talented and is a small threat. However, this threat may no longer exist today... It would be better if he didn't refuse before."

"But since he has refused, he will know that my invitation is so easy to refuse?"

"Now that Hua Jiebing is not in Lin'an, if he really encounters a crisis, it will not be easy to protect him quickly. As for the Sixth Mountain Lord... This son refuses to become the mountain guard of the Sixth Mountain Lord. Given the temperament of the Mountain Lord, he will definitely be angry. , naturally he won’t take action.”

"Holy Mountain's face must be given, of course." Wang Qinhe reminded.

"I still understand within the rules." Qin Qianqiu smiled noncommittally when he heard this.

Wang Qinhe and Qin Qianqiu drank a glass of wine and said, "Then let's go and watch the show. Let me see what my future opponents have in store."

On the long street, the wheels of the chariot that had been parked for a long time finally began to rotate again.

Grinding the smooth bluestone, walking slowly.

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After rejecting Qin Qianqiu, Anle didn't care.

The Lin Mansion and the Qin Mansion are destined to be on opposite sides. As he said, Mrs. Hua of the Lin Mansion has given him the kindness of teaching and preaching. The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by the spring. It is impossible for Anle to turn against the Qin Mansion.

If this is true, the so-called Mo Zhu gentleman is arrogant, which is a joke.

What kind of gentleman is he to be a proud man if he follows the trend and strives for fame and fortune?

The setting sun is like blood, and the Cangshan Mountain remains the same.

When the last ray of light was obscured by the green mountains, the sky and the earth suddenly dimmed. The cold wind of the spring night blew gently on the world, bringing a harsh test to the new flowers and tender grass.

Anle went along Yanchunli to Dingya Lane, bought a pound of beef, passed through Pishi Lane and Xiaotaer Lane, which has a unique charm on rainy days, and set foot on Qingbo Street.

Above the head, the moon is in the sky, and the stars are like rain.

The young man was dressed in white, with a bamboo sword and an ink sword on his waist, and rice wine and beef in his hand. He stood still and looked straight ahead.

It is at the entrance of Qingbo Street, two or three miles away from Taimiao Lane.

The cold moonlight and stars in the sky reflected a chariot that was quite familiar to Anle.

On the shaft of the carriage, a tall and tall coachman, wearing a bamboo hat and holding a long knife, looked quietly at the young man in white who was as handsome as jade under the moonlight and stars.

The two looked at each other.

Just like when the young man came out from Taimiao Lane with his head covered in blood, it seems that time is intertwined and the years are overlapping.

The horses pulling the cart neigh uneasily, and their hoofs trample on the bluestone.

The burly coachman, wearing a bamboo hat and bathing in the starlight, stood up slowly, stood on the shaft of the carriage, raised his sword and held a fist in his arms, his expression solemn, respectful and solemn.

"Mr. Luo's carriage driver, Qingzhou Zhushan, begs the young master to die."