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

The woman never thought that a person could change so much.

She vaguely remembered the handsome young man who appeared in the small courtyard under the leadership of Huang Xian, the black yamen arrester. At that time, the young man had just started practicing and his breath was as weak as a firefly.

Looking back now, the young man's energy and blood are majestic, like a boiling mountain fire, and his mind is like a sword that has just been unsheathed, faintly revealing the cold light of the sword energy.

Although it was impossible to find out the specific cultivation level, this overwhelming pressure showed that the young man's cultivation level was no longer the same as before.

What made the woman tremble the most was the vision of the ancient demon in the young man's body. His energy and blood were hazy and steaming, making the woman feel like she was looking at an ancient evil tiger standing on the top of the mountain, roaring at the immortals in the sky.

The oppression deep in her blood vessels made it almost impossible for the woman to stabilize her body.

Facing the ancient demon tiger, how could the squirrel fairy woman, who had practiced for hundreds of years, resist its pressure and not kneel down? It was already considered a good thing.

Although the demon takes form, it still retains some of the nature of the beast. The pressure released by the powerful demon naturally suppresses the weak demon, so there will be situations where tigers roar in the forest and hundreds of beasts flee.

Anle looked at the woman's trembling legs and was a little stunned. He didn't do anything.

The spring rain is falling, gathering on the edge of the umbrella to form a bead curtain, bringing with it the unique haziness and poetry of the rain lane.

Meeting acquaintances is a beautiful thing, but this acquaintance's attitude is really weird.

However, after thinking about it for a moment, Anle understood that the woman was a squirrel goblin, perhaps because she was afraid of the remaining pressure of the ancient goblin from the five ancient goblin exercises he had done.

"When will Madam return to La'an?" Anle held an oil-paper umbrella and smiled, changing the subject to distract the woman from her stress.

The woman held an umbrella and looked at Anle with some fear, and even became a little cautious: "Mr. An, I have been back in Lin'an for a few days, and I wanted to take a last look at the small courtyard where I once lived with my husband."

"I haven't gone out yet. In that case, I will go back and watch with my wife."

There was a warm smile on An Le's face, and between words, he quietly absorbed four strands of age energy from the woman.

The two of them walked towards the Taimiao Alley. Perhaps because the ancient demon on Anle was too powerful, the woman was not very willing to get close.

Anle also knew it and walked ahead, keeping distance from the woman.

The ancient demon-quenching jade at the waist that was hollowed out by Anle trembled slightly, constantly absorbing the demonic energy from the woman's body, and gradually restored the demonic patterns on it.

When the woman was admitted to the hospital, she paused for a long time holding an umbrella, with a bit of reluctance and memories in her eyes.

She never entered the house, but walked slowly in the yard, touching the potted flowers that were well taken care of by An Le. When she passed by the old locust tree, she looked at the sword hole where the sharp sword energy remained. She was stunned for a moment, but she never passed it. Please be careful. It is not necessarily a bad thing for these sword energies to remain in the old locust tree.

"Mr. An, thank you for taking such good care of the courtyard."

The woman looked at Anle with a bit of gratitude in her eyes.

An Le smiled: "This is my first property in Lin'an. Staying in the small courtyard makes me feel at peace. The place where I feel at ease is my home, so naturally I will not destroy it at will."

"My peace of mind is my home... That's so well said." The woman murmured, and then her eyes lit up.

"Mr. An, I have a doubt in my mind. I wonder if I can ask you for advice?"

An Le smiled: "Excuse me, Madam. Xiaosheng is willing to try his best to clear up Madam's doubts."

The woman stretched out her hand to catch a falling spring raindrop, and the raindrop bloomed in her palm: "Sir, someone once told a woman to be kind-hearted, but there are prejudices everywhere in this world, from identity, personality and even race. Many of them Prejudice is more terrifying than the devil, what should a woman do in the face of this?”

Hearing the words, Anle pondered for a moment and said slowly: "People only start from their own perspective and tend to be in a direction that is beneficial to themselves. Based on their own and other people's thoughts, prejudice will naturally arise."

"Submissiveness will only encourage prejudice and become the nourishment for its growth."

"Xiaosheng thinks that prejudice is like an evil demon, so he kills the demon, and the world will naturally become clear."

An Le said: "Madam, this is my own opinion. If you feel it is inappropriate, just think of it as a joke."

The woman fell into deep contemplation. After a long time, she bowed to An Le and saluted: "Thank you, Master, for clarifying my doubts."

Anle waved his hand and smiled warmly.

The two of them did not stay in the small courtyard for long. After watching, the woman left with some determination.

Watching the woman's back holding an umbrella and disappearing into the Qingshiyu Lane.

Although Anle knew that the woman might have a story in her heart, she never asked.

The prejudices in the world are like mountains, even more terrifying than evil monsters. How can we easily kill them?

Anle, who has read hundreds of volumes, once read "On Demons" written by a great scholar in the Academy of Arts, which mentioned: "Demons are divided into good and evil, evil demons eat people, their odor can be seen from hundreds of feet away, good demons help people, but their aura cannot be discerned up close. ”

This means that demons can be divided into good and bad, and evil demons eat people. The demonic aura on their bodies is ferocious and fishy, ​​and they can be identified as evil demons from a distance of a hundred feet. But good demons help people, and the demonic aura blends with the human spirit. It is difficult to distinguish the demon up close. With people.

However, in the human world, everyone is afraid of monsters, and most of them do not distinguish between good and bad. If you are a monster, you will be looked at strangely everywhere.

There are demon subduing masters who specialize in killing demons. Even if they are good demons who have never done any evil, as long as they are demons, they are born with original sin.

Perhaps this is the problem with the prejudice women encounter.

After locking the door again, Anle walked out of the alley holding an umbrella. The woman was no longer visible outside the alley.

I came to the tofu pudding stall set up in the rain, sat under the narrow stall, and watched the people coming and going on Qingbo Street. In the cold spring rain, I ate a bowl of hot tofu pudding and savored the fireworks of the world.

After eating, Anle walked with an umbrella and came to the edge of the West Lake. Spring was approaching, and princes from all over the Zhao Dynasty poured into Lin'an, which caused an increase in the number of literati and poets near the West Lake.

Even if the spring rain continues, the literati and poets are full of poetry and recite poems by the lake.

An Le arrived holding an umbrella. Liu Yue, a scholar from Huating in the distance, his eyes lit up and he walked quickly to say hello and talk to An Le.

Anle originally wanted to see Fairy Yunrou, but during the past few days of seclusion, he never came to the West Lake.

While chatting with Liu Yue, Anle was waiting for the arrival of Fairy Yunrou. After waiting for a while, she didn't arrive, and Anle felt a little regretful.

Without waiting any longer, he turned around and walked in the direction of Gongyuan.

Scholar Liu Yue saw this and followed him.

"An, everyone, are you going to the Gongyuan to register and get your exam cards? Let's go together."

Liu Yue smiled.

Anle never refused.

Gongyuan was originally under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites and then merged into the Wenyuan. It is under the jurisdiction of Wenyuan. The location of Gongyuan is also located within the scope of Wenyuan.

Weaving smoke and condensing mist, spreading all over the green fields in the east wind.

It was the first time Anle set foot in the Academy of Literature. The black and white buildings were dotted among the hazy foothills.

Following the flow of literati, we walked to the Gongyuan Office located in the Literary Academy. There was already a long queue outside the hospital, waiting to register and receive examination cards.

Liu Yue chatted with Anle all the way, but he was not timid because of Anle's status.

The queue of people slowed down.

After a while, it was Anle's turn.

The person in charge of the registration was an old Confucian scholar from the Academy of Arts. Without raising his head, he said calmly: "Name, place of origin."

"Anle comes from Anfu County, Chongzhou."

Anle said warmly.

The old Confucian scholar who was writing the registration suddenly thought of something and raised his head suddenly.

"Are you Mr. Anle?"

There was a hint of wonder at Anle's youth in the old Confucian scholar's eyes.

"I have the opportunity to observe Mr.'s ink bamboo and ink horse paintings. The freehand ink painting of bamboo and horse is really unique and original!"

The old Confucian scholar stood up and bowed his hands.

Anle smiled, but didn't know how to respond to other people's compliments, so she could only clasp her fists and bow in the same way.

The gesture of the old Confucian scholar naturally caused a commotion among the literati who lined up behind him.

Is this young man the famous An family in Lin'an? !

After Anle received the test card, he didn't stay long. After saying goodbye to Liu Yue, under the blazing eyes of many literati, he held an umbrella and disappeared into the spring rain.

Liu Yue also attracted a lot of attention for a while.

After the old Confucian scholar left An Le, his face returned to his cold and businesslike look.

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…

Qin Xiangfu.

In the small pond on the waterside pavilion, the blue waves rippled, and between the rockeries, a quiet stream flowed slowly.

Qin Qianqiu was sitting in the pavilion. Opposite him was an old man in rich clothes. The old man had a pale complexion and sharp eyes.

"Have you recovered from your injuries?"

The old man took a sip of tea, placed a piece on the chessboard, and said calmly.

Qin Qianqiu also held on to his son and said respectfully: "The injury is not harmful, but I have lost face. It is difficult to go out of this house."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "Luo Qingchen couldn't be killed. Li Youan protected him. After burying the body of the coachman, he fled all the way to the Canglang River battlefield and entered the military camp."

"I can't reach out to the military camp for the time being. That is the territory of the warriors in the Martial Temple."

A trace of unwillingness and anger flashed across Qin Qianqiu's face, but he quickly suppressed it.

"It's normal to be unwilling. What happened this time should be a lesson. Don't underestimate any opponent." The old man said again: "Since you take action, you should kill him with thunder if you can. If you don't want to be covered in blood, Don't give him a chance to fight back. At the end of the day, the opponent will fight to the death to bite off a few pieces of your flesh."

Qin Qianqiu nodded solemnly.

"Spring is coming soon. My father has to discuss the details with many great scholars in the academy. I have a lot of things going on these days, so I can't come back to see you and teach you often. You should take care of yourself and think more."

The old man stood up, wiped the spring rain off his body, said something, then turned and left along the corridor.

Qin Qianqiu stood up and bowed respectfully to say goodbye.

After the old man disappeared, he faced the Bibo Pavilion and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"I'm afraid I have disappointed my father very much after this incident... However, there is still a chance to make up for it. Spring is coming soon, and the Lin Mansion has placed its hope on the young An Le, and wants An Le to try to break the situation. In this case , I will try my best to capture Lin Mansion’s chess piece, leaving it with no hope at all.”

"Hua Jiebing used her overwhelming strength to protect him to the death, and also added Li Youan. It's really hard to touch him, but if you can't kill the young man, then destroy him..."

Qin Qianqiu stood in the waterside pavilion with his hands behind his back, looking at the koi in the pond, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but twitch.

As my father said, there are many other ways to destroy a person besides killing him.

Especially to destroy a famous scholar, there are more ways to do it.

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…

Anle took the examination card and did not return to Taimiao Lane immediately, but went to Lin Mansion.

The person who opened the door was Liu Xiang. He hadn't seen An Le for many days. When Liu Xiang saw her, his eyes sparkled and a little surprise appeared on his pretty face.

Liu Xiang told An Le that Mrs. Hua and the young masters were not in the house. The young masters had gone to the Wu Temple, and Mrs. Hua's whereabouts were unknown to her, a maid.

An Le did not stay in Lin Mansion for a long time and turned around to leave.

I went to Yanchunli to buy two pots of old rice wine, and then went to Dingyaxiang to cut two kilograms of beef.

An Le walked on the bluestone, accompanied by the peach blossoms cut by the spring rain, to the Ancestral Temple, raised the old rice wine and shouted, then returned to Xin'an's small courtyard, waiting for his old friend to come.

Sitting under the gate, admiring the spring rain in the courtyard.

Anle has blessed the energy of the years harvested today to the [Eternal Talent] Tao Fruit.

Perhaps the only difference is these little blessings.

Suddenly, the Dantian oven roared.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly struck.

The essence of qi, blood, mind, spiritual energy and body is in the Dantian, and is pulled by the invisible force and slowly condenses into the inner elixir!

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