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

A secluded path leads directly to the hut.

Starlight and moonlight shone, covering the thatched roof with a layer of gauze like plain snow.

Two people sat opposite each other under the eaves, making tea on a charcoal stove.

The first is like a clear wave showing the eyes of a crab, and the second is like a light car turning Yang Chang.

For a moment, the roaring waves are unstoppable, and the tongue spreads and the sweet fragrance floats.

Above the charcoal stove, the boiling water is noisy, and the tea leaves stretch and float with the boiling water in the stove.

The two old men sat around the charcoal stove. The heat in the stove dispelled the cold spring weather. The time written on the paper by the two men was indeed the same. They believed that the time for Anle to ask the question of the heart should be a quarter of an hour.

However, the two people gave the same answer and got the same result, both of which were wrong.

It only took half a moment for Anle to start, finish asking, and then walk through the forest, faster than they expected.

"Having asked your mind for a moment, the road is smooth and the road is opened for you. This child... has found a new path."

The doctor Zhu Huoxi sighed softly: "You and I are both old, and sometimes we make mistakes."

"The moment he came out of the forest, it was the fastest speed in the history of our country for thousands of years. It was achieved by Su Zhanxian, who was famous for his outstanding literary talent."

"But I never thought that this record would be broken today."

The third wife, Wang Banshan, stroked his beard and lowered his eyes, looking at the tea leaves floating up and down in the furnace, shaking his head and chuckling.

"It seems that this boy has gained a lot in the Wenxin Forest. Perhaps he has sorted out his future path and has a clear enough plan for his future journey, so that he can go out of the Wenxin Forest smoothly."

Zhu Huoxi stroked his beard and chuckled: "This boy is really suitable for our liberal arts college. Master Banshan, why don't you try to win him back?"

"The Academy of Arts can't keep him, so why bother to humiliate himself?"

Wang Banshan said softly.

Zhu Huo was delighted to hear the words and couldn't help but remain silent.

"If scholars are infected with some bad habits, they will lose their purity, and the fog on the road will become thicker. How can today's liberal arts colleges retain such geniuses? Over the years, many outstanding people have emerged from the Martial Temple, all trying to regain their homeland. For their own responsibilities, Ye Longsheng, Zhong Shiji, Di Zang, Han Zhongyuan... who else is there in the liberal arts academy? "

"Li Youan? Su Zhanxian? They have never entered the liberal arts academy."

Wang Banshan said softly, as if whispering, with a hint of helplessness.

"It's not just the Academy of Arts, but the same is true for the huge imperial court. The atmosphere of extravagance and decadence is like maggots in the tarsus. If I were to come, I would definitely change everything drastically." Wang Banshan took a sip of tea as if he was angry.

Zhu Huoxi sighed.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Wang Banshan. He could see that the third wife of the Academy of Arts seemed to have a ball of fire in his eyes, as if he was about to set off a prairie fire.

Wang Banshan poured a cup of hot tea for Zhu Huoxi. The two of them held the tea and sat under the eaves, looking up at the long starry sky on the spring night.

After a long while, Zhu Huoxi chuckled: "Just do whatever you want to do. Heaven and earth are reasonable. Within the scope of reason, I will help you."

Wang Banshan chuckled, raised his teacup, and knocked it gently with Zhu Huoxi.

It seemed as if what the two of them were drinking at this moment was not tea, but wine.

After taking a sip from the cup and filtering out the dust, I suddenly felt the coolness on my lips.

Although there are five thousand volumes of writing in his mind, his new poems are enough to catch up with the late Tang Dynasty.

Scholars don't have the appearance of wealth and honor, so why should they boast about their wealth and status when they are proud?

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Above the sea of ​​bamboo, the evening breeze blows gently.

Several figures of souls appeared on it, shining like stars.

Zhao Huangting laughed heartily, his soul penetrated the bamboo sea in Wenxin Forest, and saw the agile but real black bamboo. At this moment, Zhao Huangting knew that this was the black bamboo that belonged to Anle.

"It is indeed Wenxinlin that has been inherited by the Academy of Arts for thousands of years. Although the Academy of Arts has produced some heartless people like Qin Lishi in recent years, there is nothing to say about the foundation of the Academy of Arts."

Zhao Huangting laughed endlessly, but he did not express any taboo about the Academy of Arts in his words.

The spirits of Li Youan, Mrs. Hua, and Fourth Master Lin who sneaked over all chuckled, and also felt a bit emotional.

Asking Xinlin for a while, this shows one thing, that is, a peaceful state of mind has been greatly baptized, and the confusion in my heart has been resolved.

The future will be smooth and smooth, and no random flowers can confuse his eyes or derail his pursuit of the Tao.

It is absolutely impossible for a tofu Taoist heart like Luo Qingchen to appear.

"Good guy, the Literary Academy has spent a lot of money this time. The Wenqu Monument was moved yesterday, so they did not hesitate to take out Wen Xinlin. This is because they plan to sell it well and form a good relationship."

Zhao Huangting saw through the intentions of the three masters of the Academy of Arts at a glance.

"Anle has indeed received help from Wenxinlin. He has consolidated his Taoist mind and cleansed his state of mind. The goal of forming a good relationship has been achieved."

Mrs. Hua's soul was as erratic as the goddess of the Nine Heavens, her eyes were shining, and she also spoke.

"This artist's style of painting ink bamboo has changed. Although he pioneered the ink bamboo school in the past, I always felt that his bamboo... was imitating his predecessors. Now, it has its own spirituality."

Li Youan nodded, he was more concerned about the transformation of Anle Mozhu.

"This is the purpose of Wen Xinlin. The academy, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has a profound foundation after all."

Zhao Huangting was amazed and happy.

"It's good."

Li Youan put his hands behind his hands and looked across the sea of ​​bamboos to see the Wenqu stele reflecting the starlight in the pavilion.

His eyes flickered, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

The spirit of everyone has not dispersed, and it is rare to appear here. Naturally, we want to see if An Le can gain anything in front of the Wenqu Monument.

Interrogating Xinlin is a kind of opportunity, but in front of Wenqu Monument, it is not known whether Anle will have a greater opportunity.

Therefore, they were all a little curious.

The Wenqu stele can gather literary courage and awe-inspiring aura. If we can do both, the future will be limitless!

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An Le came out of Wen Xin Lin, her white clothes were whiter than the snow. The green hills and ink pond around her waist were trembling slightly, as if a sword was roaring high and swinging around, causing the bamboo leaves to become sharp.

The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the dawn fog is connected, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing.

Anle's white clothes are bathed in the starlight, and there seems to be a hidden brilliance. The palm of his hand falls on the hilt of the sword, suppressing the restless green mountains and ink pool.

The pavilion stands quietly, under the stars in the sky, and can be seen in the depths of the bamboo sea.

The starlight shines on the Wenqu stele, seeming to attract Wenqu stars in the sky.

This monument is very tall, but its surface is as smooth as a mirror. It uses starlight as its characters, gathering knowledge in it, and is full of the atmosphere of historical precipitation.

Looking at the monument is like looking at the ancient times, and it is even more strange in Anle's eyes.

On the Wenqu stele, it seems that wisps of time are lingering, spreading, and swaying like seaweed...

Anle's eyes narrowed slightly.

His heart was shaken, and he repeatedly confirmed whether what was floating on the Wenqu tablet was really the energy of time. After all, it was the first time for Anle to observe the energy of time in other things except for practitioners.

In addition to the real person, can we also gather the energy of time?

Therefore, peace and happiness are shocking.

White clothes fluttering, Anle walks with sword in hand, walks on foot, and climbs to Beilu.

The Beilu stands empty and silent here, surrounded by layers of bamboo leaves. Spring goes and autumn comes, changing endlessly.

Anle could feel that there seemed to be a majestic will in Beilu. This will was like a pair of eyes, falling on him through the years.

Slightly heavy, but still bearable.

It was as if the will of an ancestor of scholars who had left traces in the long river of time was watching him.

Anle approaches Beilu step by step, very close at hand.

Looking at the smooth Wenqu stele, it seems to reflect a star map, like a starry sky.

After looking at the Wenqu stele for a long time, Anle felt calm and peaceful. The refined mind that had just broken through to perfection also flowed quietly like a clear spring.

Observing at a close distance, Anle discovered the difference in the aura of time. The aura of time on the Wenqu stele was covered with a layer of haze, making it even more ethereal.

Anle took a deep breath, her face showing some respect.

With a thought, he began to absorb a wisp of time energy.

Then another wisp, and another wisp.

A gust of breeze came slowly, carrying a few bamboo leaves that were passing by. The bamboo leaves seemed to open up the scene as they rolled.

In the picture, there is a skinny old man holding a bamboo stick in his hand, standing under the stars and reciting poetry.

There is a woman with red makeup writing about Spring and Autumn Period.

There are swordsmen with swords and hats, reading poems and killing people at the same time.

The drinking scholar, the ink-splashing madman, the spear-dancing general...

One after another, the scenes of the romantic seniors in front of the Wenqu Monument passed quickly before his eyes, and one after another figures that had been beaten by time reappeared in the world.

Every time the picture flows past, there is a white fresh air surging in the Wenqu Monument.

In the Literary Academy.

The first wife, the second wife and the third wife are all staring at this moment.

Zhao Huangting, Mrs. Hua, Li Youan and others also observed carefully.

The official in charge of records in the Ministry of Rites was already excited.

Starlight overflowed from the Wenqu Monument, permeating the body of the young man in white. Indistinctly, there seemed to be blurry figures around the young man, gathering and floating in the starlight.

Anle's complexion gradually began to turn pale, and his mental strength was consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But as if he didn't know it, he kept observing the Qi of the years, even though there was no trace of golden years, nor was the fruit of the years condensed.

However, Anle's age was increasing, and he seemed to be having a long conversation with the heroic scribes who had been in front of the Wenqu Monument in the past ten thousand years.

This night was wonderful and painful at the same time.

On the Wenqu stele, Anle absorbed eighteen rays of time. His mind was exhausted and he could no longer observe the pictures, ask questions to the ancients, or swim in the long river of time.

It's like a hole was dug in a small boat. Water flooded in, making it difficult for the boat to sail, and it gradually sank.

A gust of night wind blew, and his white clothes were fluttering. He opened his eyes Anle, and his mind was exhausted. He had to hold the green mountain to the ground to stabilize his body without falling.

He saw a majestic white air surging out from the Wenqu stele, like mist in the mountains at dawn.

Vaguely, he seemed to see the seniors who had been watching over the years, hazy in the clear air, smiling and nodding at him.

At the moment when the white clear air appears.

Many powerful souls who were watching were suddenly excited.

Their hearts were shaken and they all murmured.

"Haoran!"

In the starry place, you can see Haoran coming out!

But the next moment, many excited powerful souls seemed to have been poured cold water on them, and they were all stunned and sighed.

However, he saw that the white fresh air that diffused from the Wenqu Monument had not been absorbed or integrated into the young man's body. Instead, it poured into the broken bamboo sword that the young man was holding.

A sword in the green mountain drinks the awe-inspiring scenery.

The light of the bamboo sword flickered slightly, and it seemed to have returned to silence, without any movement.

Under the starry sky, many powerful men sighed in astonishment.

"It was aroused, but it was never inflicted on the young man. This... is really a pity."

Outside the forest, Pang Ji, the second wife, sighed.

"How can Qingshan... be able to absorb even Haoran?"

In the hut, the doctor Zhu Huoxi was also stunned, and a little puzzled.

The third wife, Wang Banshan, touched his long beard and didn't know what to say.

The young man indeed attracted Haoran, but Haoran was absorbed by a sword, just like provoking a meat bun and feeding it to a dog...

Although Qingshan is extraordinary and cannot be compared to a dog, this is how the scholars in the Academy of Arts feel at the moment.

In front of the Wenqu Monument, it is the easiest to arouse Haoran for the first time. The further you go, the harder it becomes. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

It may be impossible for Anle to achieve Haoran again.

Wenxinlin disappeared without a trace, and the many Confucian scholars who were lost in it all regained their clarity and no longer ran around like headless flies.

They also saw the young man standing in front of the Monument House, arousing Haoran.

Many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list felt as if they were struck by lightning, and their pride felt as if they had been completely shattered.

However, as the awe-inspiring spirit surging in the Wenqu stele was absorbed by the Broken Bamboo Sword, the Confucian scholars felt a sense of schadenfreude.

Seeing that peace and happiness have not yet come to Haoran, I feel a little happy in my heart.

You will feel in your heart that this An family member has not made a grand appearance like them, but he is not that unattainable and incomparable.

Under the night sky, the breeze blew and there was silence.

Mrs. Hua's soul looked at Zhao Huangting with a puzzled look, and even Li Youan couldn't bear to glance at it.

The two seemed to be asking, what's going on with the green mountain you gave me as a gift? !

Seeing that Haoran was about to join in, Qingshan stepped in...

Is this Qingshan a spy planted by you, Zhao Huangting?

Zhao Huangting was also speechless: "Don't look at me, how do you know what's going on?"

"When I looked at this Wenqu stele, it didn't attract Haoran. If I knew that Qingshan loved drinking Haoran, I regret it now. I should have slashed the Wenqu stele with my sword at that time." Kanshu La

Zhao Huangting smacked his lips and said.

If Haoran is added to the body, peace and happiness will be obtained, and confusion will be eliminated on the path of cultivation. Evil spirits and monsters will not dare to approach the body. The path of cultivation will be smooth, and it will not be a problem to set foot in the nine realms.

But the problem is, now that Haoran has been intercepted by Qingshan, everyone feels a little uncomfortable and regretful.

"However, Qingshan is quite mysterious. I have only scratched the surface in my exploration of it over the years. Maybe after drinking all the vastness of the Qingshan, it can undergo a transformation that I don't know about and bring back peace and happiness." Zhao Huangting thought for a while and said.

"Actually, Qingshan wears a sword for peace and happiness, and it contains greatness, which is also the same as peace and happiness. There is not much difference."

Li Youan said.

However, everyone knows that these are just words of comfort. There is a big difference between a sword and a person.

"Anle seemed to be mentally exhausted just now. Maybe Qingshan left Haoran for him?"

Mrs. Hua pondered and could only give this explanation.

But I have to say that everyone is still quite regretful that they could not see the birth of a generation of great scholars.

Everyone stopped watching and their minds dispersed.

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In the pavilion.

Anle raised the green mountain and rubbed it gently with his palms. He could feel that the green mountain had absorbed the white fresh air and seemed to have different changes.

Qingshan seems to be enjoying the caress of peace, with sword light flowing.

The other ink pool on his waist did not dare to move in front of Haoran, and he even tried to draw it.

Although I have not achieved Haoran, my peace and happiness are not without gains. I have exhausted my mind and brows, but I will definitely be stronger after recovery. In addition, the eighteen rays of time energy from the Wenqu stele have been absorbed today. But being able to absorb additional energy is equivalent to developing another function of the light curtain. Peace and happiness are also joy in the heart.

Looking at the scenes of the time of those ancient and romantic predecessors, Anle has made great progress in practice and knowledge.

Although Haoran has not joined the body, Anle does not have too many disappointments and regrets.

if I get it I am lucky, but if not, it is fate.

Not pleased, not to have compassion.

Qingshan wears his waist, and Anle's face remains pale with exhaustion. He takes a step back and bows towards the Wenqu stele.

Then he no longer lingered on watching the monument and turned around to leave the monument house.

Bask in the starlight and leave in style.

On the Wenqu stele, the starlight disappeared without a trace, restoring its simplicity and simplicity that had been dormant for thousands of years.

The second wife, Pang Ji, stroked his beard and sighed, looking at the young man who had not achieved greatness but was still free and easy, with admiration in his eyes.

"The training results have been released, can you all take note of them?"

The Second Master looked at the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites put away the book and bowed to the Master.

When Wen Xinlin disappeared, they all used their mental measurements to make judgments on each candidate's performance.

The first thing that has no suspense is the happiness of setting foot in Beilu, and then the evaluation will be based on distance.

Han Shi, recommended by the Cangzhou army, ranked fifth, surpassing many Confucian scholars on the literary and music lists, which is quite surprising.

The Second Master was very disappointed with the results of the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu List. The First Master spent many years in seclusion studying the "Supreme Principle", hoping to break through the ten realms.

The third wife, Wang Banshan, had always been dissatisfied with the Academy of Literature and wanted to make drastic reforms, but was suppressed by the court.

Therefore, it was his second wife Pang Ji who really devoted all his efforts to cultivating Confucian scholars and teaching them knowledge.

Unfortunately, this time's results really chilled him.

"Master, we will leave first. Once the cultivation results are released, and combined with the results of the Chunwei Literary Examination, the list of first-class Jinshi can be roughly determined. In addition, the quota for the examination in front of the palace can also be basically determined."

The officials of the Ministry of Etiquette clasped their fists and bowed, and said respectfully to the Second Master.

The second wife also sent a gift to bid farewell to the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

Anle left the Wenqu Monument, and Han Shi, a young man from the border garrison carrying a sword, was extremely excited and came over with his face flushed.

"Everyone An, you are really powerful. You actually climbed onto the Wenqu Monument and inspired Haoran even more. Although Haoran has not joined you, it is enough to make Lin'an famous again!"

"I have a lot of fun today, let's go have a drink?"

Han Shi was very excited. This time he ranked fifth, beating many Confucian scholars on the literature and music list, and his heart was even more happy.

Anle smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take you to drink."

The two then said goodbye to their second wife. Under the complicated looks of many Confucian scholars, Han Shi couldn't help but laugh heartily and walked away.

Anle and Han Shi left the Academy and went straight to the lively long street of Lin'an Mansion.

The stars and moon are cold, shining down the long street.

The Ministry of Rites began to work intensively to calculate the results of the Spring Literary Examination and the Martial Arts Examination, and to compile the list of Jinshi A and B.

the other side.

Spring has come to an end, and Lin'an Mansion, which has been suppressed for many days in luxury and prosperity, once again shows off its scenery. The long night seems to have become much more romantic, and the lanterns are turned on, and the lights are bright all night long.

The flower boats on the West Lake are decorated with lanterns and flowers, and they play music every night.

The Linhua Pavilion is full, and it is hard to find a place. There are birds and butterflies in the air, and the singing and dancing will stop for a long time.

An Le, who was in a happy mood, took Han Shi, who was blinded by the night view of Lin'an, to a tavern in Yanchunli, a remote alley.

If you don't touch luxury, prosperity will go away.

The breeze on both sleeves has returned to their hometown, and they are still cloth clothes and scarves.

"Madam boss, serve the wine."