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

Chapter 76 The flower boat listens to music all day long and has a spring battle

The willows are shimmering and the sky is green, and the Quzhu Leaning Bridge is painted with gables.

The farther and the better, afraid of running out, getting deeper and denser like infinity.

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The boat was rippling gently, with ripples of blue waves. Under the surprised and envious eyes of many literati on the long embankment, it slowly sailed under the flower boat in the middle of the lake.

When An Le boarded the ship, many literati's eyes turned red with envy.

On top of the flower boat is Fairy Yunrou. How can this son, He De, board this flower boat? It is difficult to board the boat even if someone spends tens of thousands of Yunling Tongbao to see Fairy Yunrou!

No one knew the identity of the young man, and many people began to inquire. Emotions such as curiosity, doubt, and envy surged by the West Lake, crushing the peace of the spring morning.

Liu Yue put his hands behind his back. Although there was envy on his face, it was just envy. It was more natural, because this young man was from the famous An family in Lin'an.

Looking at the many scholars and Confucian scholars around who were beating their chests, the corner of his lips couldn't help but twitch.

It was not unusual for An family to board the ship. This was the result of another invitation after An family refused.

Liu Yue watched the young man get on the flower boat and gradually disappear from sight. He couldn't help but let out a breath. He knew that this An family was someone he couldn't reach, not only because of his talent, but also because of Liu Yue's vague It is speculated that this An family member is a practitioner.

In Da Zhao, the gap between ordinary literati and practitioners was too big.

But such a talented and cultivated An family member is willing to swim on the long embankment, laugh at willows, and talk about mulberry trees with a little person like him.

Liu Yue's desire to go to high school became more and more intense. Only by getting into the second rank of high school and becoming an official in the court would he be barely qualified to continue touring the West Lake with An's family.

Thinking like this, Liu Yue stopped hanging around the West Lake with many literary friends, turned back to the inn, and began to study hard.

There are only three or two days left before the opening of Chunwei. Although he is very confident in his talent, he also needs to be fully prepared.

It is precisely because of expectations that we work harder.

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This was Anle's first time on the flower boat, and it felt like... that was all, no special emotions.

On the board of the boat, Fairy Yunrou wore a veil and carried a Jiaowei Guqin on her back. Her whole person was gentle and quiet, and her watery eyes looked at Anle.

"Xiaosheng Anle, I have met Fairy Yunrou." Anle smiled and bowed with his fists.

"Everyone An is joking, how dare a little girl call herself a fairy when she is only in the fourth realm." Yun Rou chuckled, her voice soft and crisp, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

"Yunrou gathered her inner elixir at the age of eighteen and thought she was extremely talented. Later, she realized that she was a genius, but she was not a genius at all."

"Later, he was valued by the teacher and accepted into the monastery to teach cultivation. But now he can only train his body to understand the mysticism. Compared with the talent of the An family, it is far behind." Yun Rou said softly, leading An Le into the flower boat pavilion. .

When you go up to the second floor, you can see the surrounding scenery of the West Lake. The water is clear and the water is shining, which is a unique experience.

It has to be said that viewing the West Lake from the center of the lake has a better view and more pleasant scenery than viewing the West Lake from the Wanghu Tower.

"In just a short period of time, Mr. An has gone from knowing nothing about cultivation to now stepping into the third realm of physical training and spiritual refining. He is truly amazing and extremely talented. His teachers often praise him."

Yunrou also looked at the scenery outside the boat building, but she had long been tired of watching it every day.

But Anle watched with amusement: "May I ask Miss Yunrou, is your teacher the Sixth Mountain Master?"

Miss Yunrou's eyebrows curved: "Exactly."

An Le didn't expect it too much. After all, he had made some guesses before. Hearing the words, he said: "The mountain master once gave me the ink pond, and I am very grateful."

"There are three thousand swords hidden in the teacher's mortal sword box, and Mochi is just one of them. For the teacher, it is like taking a ladle of water. Whether Mochi belongs to Mr. An is also Mochi's choice."

Yunrou said.

Mochi's rank was not high at first, but now that he has seen it, Mochi's rank has already broken through the sixth-grade magic weapon and entered the fifth-grade.

This shows that Mochi is a good match for Anle.

The teacher once said that when you choose a magic weapon, the magic weapon is also a choice for people. Only when they support each other can you make progress.

"The teacher has been wondering recently why Mr. An doesn't go to the Sixth Mountain for a walk. The sword energy in the mountains is of great help to Mr. An."

Yun Judo's tone seemed to express the sixth mountain master's sad emotions.

An Le couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this: "Spring is coming, and when spring is over, Xiaosheng will definitely pick up a pot of old yellow wine and climb the mountain to have a drink with the mountain master."

Fairy Yunrou couldn't help but nodded when she heard this: "Then I will convey this to the teacher."

Yunrou invited Anle to board the flower boat, it seemed that it was just for chatting. Maybe Anle was also valued by the teacher and wanted to be a mountain guard. If Anle had agreed at that time, Yunrou and Anle would have been in the same school.

"Miss Yunrou, I have a question. Since you are the owner of the mountain and the guardian of the mountain, why do you come here to be an oiran among the paintings?"

This is the doubt that Anle has always had in his mind.

Fairy Yunrou has all the status, status, and cultivation, but she is willing to be an oiran. No matter how elegant the oiran is, she can't conceal her reputation as a humble person.

However, Fairy Yunrou didn't take it seriously and said: "Mr. An, my teacher practiced the red dust swordsmanship. There are three thousand swords in the red dust sword box. When he was young, the teacher was famous as a prodigal. He would hang out in brothels and compose poems and lyrics for the red dust women. , composing music for them, extremely romantic.”

Anle couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he heard this: "Walking among the flowers without even a single leaf touching me, that's awesome."

Yunrou glanced at Anle and felt that Mr. An was teasing the Sixth Mountain Master.

"I came here to paint a boat and be the oiran, which is also the teacher's intention. I understand the meaning of the world of mortals. When I break the world of mortals, it will be the time when I break the mirror."

Yunrou said seriously.

"These days, I am in the flower boat, playing the piano every day, observing all kinds of things with my mind, and I have indeed gained something. I can see the ugliness, suffering and helplessness of people. Maybe this is the world of mortals."

"The teacher said that the meaning of the human world is different for everyone, so I need to experience it myself."

After Anle heard this, he fell into deep thought.

"Mr. An, Yun Rou refined her heart in the world of mortals and perfected the sound of a zither. I will invite you to taste it today."

Yun Rou looked at An Le who was deep in thought and smiled.

He took off the Jiaowei Guqin from his back, placed it in front of him, and played it lightly with his fingers. The sound of the piano was as long as a trickle.

Anle's heart suddenly calmed down.

Watch the light waves on the lake and listen to the music of the piano in the boat to calm your mind.

Vaguely, Anle seemed to hear many different scenes from the music, including the helplessness of a mortal woman, the pain of suffering, and helpless lamentations.

All kinds of emotions are like trickles, lingering around the fingertips and blending into the sound of the piano.

This is a wonderful use of the power of the mind.

Anle closed her eyes, as if time passed silently between the sounds of the piano.

In the sword furnace in the Niwan Palace, the sword energy has become much softer and smoother. The violent energy in the mind and the flaws caused by the rapid growth have disappeared under the gentle caress of the piano sound.

Yun Rou, who was playing the piano, was suddenly surprised. She could feel the sword energy emanating from An Le's eyebrows, as if it was rising with the sound of the piano.

In the mountains and rivers, it is hard to find a true friend.

But at this moment, Anle's sword energy seemed to rise and fall with the sound of the piano.

A strange color appeared in Yun Rou's eyes, An Le's cultivation talent... was indeed very evil.

Listening to the song "Red Dust" will give you an obvious feedback. When the song ends, your peace of mind may be lifted a little.

The face under Yun Rou's veil couldn't help but smile. She never disturbed An Le and continued to play the piano. She picked the strings with her slender white fingers. The big strings were noisy like a rainstorm, and the small strings were like whispers.

The sound of the piano is accompanied by the gentle ripples on the West Lake, blending with the spring scenery.

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The West Lake is good for carrying wine on flower boats, with urgent pipes and complicated strings, and jade lamps urging the transmission, while the steady and smooth waves allow people to sleep drunkenly.

On this day, Anle listened to music on the flower boat.

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The setting sun reflects on the West Lake, and the mountains and rivers are the same color as the sky.

An Le's eyes were clear and clear, the sword between his brows was clanging, his mind was slightly strong, and with a bit of joy in his eyes, he thanked Fairy Yunrou.

"Thank you very much, Miss Yunrou, for helping me improve my spiritual refining."

Anle cupped his fists and bowed.

Yunrou carried the Jiaowei Guqin on her back and wore a veil. Her soft, watery eyes were curved with a hint of smile.

"Mr. An is too polite. Qin Yin is just helping. He is really a monster with talent. No wonder the teacher is optimistic about Mr. An. Mr. An refused the name of mountain guard, and the teacher sighed for a long time."

Yun Rou smiled and said: "It was also my teacher who told me that having more contact with you and getting into some gentlemanly habits might help me condense the worldly energy as soon as possible and gain the opportunity to break through the realm."

An Le smiled when he heard the words: "When spring is over, I will definitely visit the mountain master. If Miss Yunrou needs An's help, just ask and I will definitely help."

What Anle said is very true.

If Mrs. Hua lights up the path of Anle's practice, then Fairy Yunrou is the guide who opens the door to practice for Anle. It is precisely because of her age that Anle can complete the enlightenment of practice.

Don't forget the man who dug the well when you are drinking water. Although Yunrou doesn't know this kind of kindness, Anle will never forget it.

After bidding farewell to Yunrou, Anle returned to Taimiao Alley along the same route, carrying in his hands the wine drunk Liuxia brought back from the Zhihua boat, as well as a pack of eight-treasure crispy chicken wrapped in lotus leaves.

Rumor has it that Zui Liuxia is a fine wine in the palace, and can only be sold at Zui Long Pavilion. The wine on the flower boat where Yunrou is on is specially supplied by Zui Long Pavilion, so it is also Zui Liuxia.

You can board the flower boat for free, listen to music for free, and also have a pot of Drunken Liuxia and a portion of Babao Chicken for free...

Anle today really took the act of free prostitution to the extreme.

Passing by the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Anle said hello and then returned to the small courtyard. As soon as he moved out the tables and chairs, the old man came slowly, tapping his bamboo stick and smelling the fragrance.

"Huh? Did you change the taste today? Instead of the old rice wine from Yanchunli, the braised beef has been replaced with eight-treasure chicken?"

The old man was surprised, but he sat down knowingly.

An Le smiled and told her about boarding the flower boat in the center of the West Lake today and listening to Fairy Yunrou playing the piano all day long.

The old man took a sip of Zui Liuxia and smacked his lips: "Dui Liuxia, the wine is good, but if you drink too much, it won't be interesting. The old yellow wine is refreshing enough."

"Are you talking about the female courtesan in the center of the West Lake? Everyone knows about the first mountain guard of Lord Laoliu Mountain. Otherwise, do you think, with that girl's beauty, why no one in Lin'an Mansion touches her? Four Realms Although his cultivation is good, it really means nothing in Lin’an.”

The old man said with a smile. He cut open the Babao crispy chicken, and the ingredients in the chicken belly immediately flowed out mixed with the gravy. There were eight kinds of ingredients, including mushrooms, abalone, and spring bamboo shoots, cut into pieces, and steamed together in the chicken belly. Brewing the unique aroma of the blend of ingredients.

An Le's index finger twitched when he heard this, and he and the old man started eating together.

"The little girl guarding the mountain was chosen by the old six mountain masters. In order to inherit his worldly swordsmanship, he asked the little girl to run to the lake and become an oiran. Don't look at the girl's current cultivation level, which is deliberately suppressed. The worldly spirit is Once you understand it, you will make a leap, and you may even break through.”

"That Lao Liushan Master was really good at playing in those days. He wandered around and painted boats, and won the reputation of a brothel. He had so many beauties looking through the autumn water for him. Hey, when it comes to romance, he is as good as me."

The old man drank a sip of Drunken Liuxia, ate a bite of Babao Chicken, and said with a smile.

An Le couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this: "Senior also left a bad name in the brothel?"

"That's not true, but some of my beauties are not human, and Lao Liu doesn't." The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

He smiled, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

An Le is speechless, her beauty is inhuman... maybe she is a demon.

There are monsters in this world, just like the former landlord of the courtyard, wasn't she a squirrel banshee?

No wonder the old man of the Ancestral Temple was willing to let the squirrel banshee live so close to the Ancestral Temple. Sure enough, there was a reason.

That night, the old man drank too much. Although he would not be drunk based on his cultivation, he would get drunk if he was not drunk.

Instead of sending the old man back to the Ancestral Temple, he directly let him live in the house.

Anle returned to the yard, tidied up, looked at the night sky full of stars, and began to visualize the "Sword Waterfall Picture".

Today on the flower boat, the music of Miss Yunrou soothed my heart. My mind, tempered by the sword furnace in Niwan Palace, seemed to be stronger. I took this opportunity to work hard and visualize the sword waterfall.

Starlight falls from high in the sky, like falling meteors, like a rain of swords falling into the world.

In the middle of the night, someone came walking under the stars like a banished immortal.

When Zhao Xianyou entered the courtyard, he saw An Le contemplating the sword waterfall. He did not disturb him, but took out a pot of wine, went into the house to find a cup, floated down on the roof, elegantly dressed, and drank by himself under the moonlight. .

After a while, Anle woke up from the state of visualization and was not surprised to see Zhao Xianyou.

Zhao Xianyou poured a glass of wine and flicked it to Anle.

Anle took it and took a sip, his mouth filled with spiritual energy.

"This is Drunk Immortal Wine. It is brewed from spiritual fruits. It contains spiritual energy. Drinking it is beneficial to your cultivation. I guess you have finished drinking the wine, so I brought it to you to try."

Zhao Xianyou said calmly.

Anle drank a few glasses and found it tasted good. As for the spiritual energy, it was secondary, better than nothing. The so-called spiritual energy contained in it was just a gimmick.

"It will be Chunwei in two days, and I will not come to look for you again. When you are in Chunwei High School, you will have another meal of rice wine with me, and that will be a celebration."

Zhao Xianyou looked at the moonlight and said.

"Okay." Anle did not refuse.

"Anle, do you have a purpose in practicing? What is the purpose?" Zhao Xianyou asked.

An Le was startled, thought for a while, and said: "At first, it was because there is cultivation in this world, and I wanted to see it. It was pure curiosity."

"Later, when I encountered oppression, I wanted to become stronger so that I would no longer be powerless in the face of oppression."

"Going further, I probably want to see the scenery from higher places."

Zhao Xianyou drank for a while. He never thought that Anle's answer would be so simple, but the purpose of practice should be pure and simple.

"I don't know the purpose of my practice. It seems that practice has been with me since I was born. The end is right in front of me. I can reach it as long as I think about it."

Zhao Xianyou exhaled and said.

"It seems to be for a certain purpose."

"Very boring."

"It would be more fun to drink with you."

Anle was silent, but didn't know what to say. Zhao Xianyou changed his usual image of few words today and talked a lot. Anle was mostly listening, and Zhao Xianyou talked while drinking.

Finally, when the sky turns white in the east, the morning star leaps into the world.

Zhao Xianyou was accompanied by the morning breeze, his disheveled hair flying slightly. He turned to look at Anle and said, "Since you want to see the scenery at a high place, then I will wait for you at a high place."

Anle smiled, clinked glasses with him, and drank it all in one gulp.

"When the time comes, you and I will invite Yue to have a drink together."

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On the ninth day of February, it rained in Lin'an.

One spring rain after another finally brought about a grand event of the Zhao Dynasty.

Today is the opening of the Spring Festival, which is the most important day in life for the Juzi scholars who have traveled long distances from various places to come to Beijing to take the exam.

Whether you can smile proudly in the spring breeze, honor your ancestors, and return to your hometown with honor begins today.

Because it is raining and the sky is gloomy, dim light shines on the earth, which represents the coming of day.

Qingbo Street, Taimiao Lane, small courtyard.

Anle got up early and shot the ancient demon and five animals as usual to train his energy and blood.

The demonic energy in the demon-quenching jade was once again exhausted, and Anle was thinking of ways to fill it up.

After the five birds were beaten, Anle Qi and blood started to circulate, and the rainwater on his body was dried. He changed into a clean white clothes, wore a Qingshan and an ink pond on his waist, and carried on his back the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and test cards required for the Spring Imperial Examination, etc. Holding an oiled paper umbrella, I walked out of the yard.

Just after leaving Qingbo Street, I passed by the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

The old man stood under the eaves of the Ancestral Temple gate, leaning on a bamboo stick, looking at him with a smile.

"Little friend An, take the exam well in Chunwei and strive to be a top scholar in the high school A list. Take the exam before going to the palace to win the top prize."

The old man smiled and sent out good wishes.

Although this wish is difficult to realize, and the examination in front of the palace is extremely difficult, in the eyes of the old man, it is still very easy for Anle to be ranked among the first-level students in the high school.

"Thank you for your wishes, senior. I will do my best."

Anle responded with a smile.

Under the smiling eyes of the old man, Anle walked by with an umbrella, stepped onto Qingbo Street, and headed towards the Literature Academy.

Stepping onto the quiet street, Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng stood in the spring rain holding umbrellas.

Seeing An Le, the two waved hello.

"Sir, come on Chunwei!"

Lin Qingyin pursed her lips and smiled.

Lin Zhuifeng clenched his fist and waved it heavily: "Sir, try to get the No. 1 Scholar! If you get the No. 1 Scholar, our ninth sister can also follow suit and become the No. 1 Scholar. It's so beautiful!"

An Le couldn't help being dumbfounded and nodded, and the three of them walked together on the spring water to the stone tablet archway outside the Academy of Literature.

The two girls stopped seeing each other off and watched as An Le's figure gradually disappeared into the hazy spring rain at the foot of the Wenyuan Mountain.

The stone steps of the Chinese Academy of Literature are long and hidden among the black and white buildings. This spring's examination room is located in the courtyard.

On the stone steps, there are many scholars carrying their luggage and heading forward in the spring rain.

The weather is cold in spring, with a drop of ice rain.

Anle wore Qingshan and Mochi around his waist, his eyes flickering slightly. Spring was also a fate-changing event for him.

The sky is full of clouds and mist, and the sky is full of colorful bullfighting.

The spring scenery in the apricot garden here is beautiful, and one branch of red can account for thousands of people.

Take a breath, the world seems peaceful.

Anle steps up the stone path and fights in the spring.

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