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

Fang is happy to see the thorns and flying owl recommended, and he is happy to see the blue sea rising up.

Lianke's first-place finish should only be concerned with its reputation in the long run.

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Spring comes to an end and the lanterns begin to light up.

Some who performed well in the imperial examination were full of interest, while others who performed abnormally showed a lack of interest. Various gestures, like the appearances of all living beings, appeared in the Brothel Painting Fangchun Pavilion.

Han Shi never thought that Anle, a famous painter in Lin'an, who was the leader in this practice assessment, would actually bring him to such a tavern to drink.

I thought I would go to Lin'an's No. 1 restaurant like Zuilong Pavilion.

But after a bowl of old yellow rice wine, Han Shi completely let go and drank with An Le. The excitement and enthusiasm in his heart were completely vented.

The drinkers around the tavern are all ordinary people, not even a cultivator.

Everyone was drinking and chatting happily, and there were even some people who were doing wine boxing, and their voices were so loud that Han Shi couldn't help but look sideways.

Although there is no romance, elegance and nobility, there is a different kind of human fireworks.

It made Han Shi feel like he was drinking in a military camp.

Turning his head to look at Mr. An who was enjoying this drinking environment, Han Shi couldn't help but admire him secretly. He must have been a sweet-tempered person like Mr. An.

Anle was also drinking and eating meat, chatting with Han Shi from time to time.

However, more of his mind fell on the bamboo sword Qingshan around his waist.

His palm fell and covered the hilt of the Qingshan sword. This bamboo sword absorbed Haoran. At this moment, there seemed to be different changes inside, and Haoran and Qingshan sword energy blended together.

This blending and change can only be understood and realized by holding this sword with your own hands.

Anle's heart was beating slightly, and a kind of expectation was booming.

After drinking three or two cups of rice wine, the two of them, who had never used their cultivation to suppress their drunkenness, could vaguely feel the urge to drink.

And Anle felt that there seemed to be a vast and brilliant sword energy in the green mountain, fused with Haoran, like the sun rising in the sky, shining on the world. All the demons, monsters, darkness and evil will melt away under this sword energy. Fall apart!

An Le's mind was shaken, and he looked at Han Shi, who was drinking to a point of drunkenness next to him. This man was bold and happy, but he was not suppressed by his cultivation, but his alcohol capacity was a bit poor.

"Brother Han, I have something to do, so I'll take the first step." Anle cupped his fists towards Han Shi.

Han Shi's drunken eyes were dim and he grinned: "It doesn't matter, let's go and let everyone go. I will drink by myself. I will drink three hundred bowls today! Let's drink all the wine from the old guys among the generals who laughed at me for not passing the exam!"

Anle smiled, said goodbye, and stood up to check out at the counter.

"Shopkeeper, that's my friend. If he wants to drink as much as he wants, he can give him as much as he wants and charge the account to me."

The female shopkeeper was eating melon seeds. When she saw An Le coming over, she smiled and waved her hands: "It's okay, the young master looks familiar. Besides, the young man is drunk and hazy, and he can't drink more than a few drinks. The remaining wine will be given to the young master as a slave."

He couldn't help but feel happy. He bowed to express his thanks, then drank a pot of old rice wine, settled today's account, and turned around to leave.

The female shopkeeper finally took her eyes away from Anle, and then she heard Han Shi slapping the table and shouting to serve wine. The female shopkeeper put down the melon seeds and served a jar of wine herself.

"Young man, enough wine!"

The female shopkeeper said with a smile.

Han Shi looked up, grinned and said, "Thank you, sister."

With this shout, the female shopkeeper suddenly felt that this man was as pleasing to the eye as Mr. An.

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The sword was trembling slightly, and a stream of heat flowed from the hilt of the Qingshan sword, continuously pouring into Anle's body, traveling through the meridians, and the spiritual bones and skin trembled with its surge.

The Qi and blood in the body were boiling involuntarily. Qingshan Sword Qi blended with Wenqu Haoran, becoming Haoran Sword Qi, majestic and vast, as bright as the sun. Anle felt that his Qi, blood and the body-forging demonic Qi remaining in his body were vaguely blurred. Been washed.

Unable to restrain his energy, Anle quickened his pace and headed towards Taimiao Lane.

Quickly returning to the courtyard, the figure of the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple appeared instantly, his brows furrowed and his expression full of solemnity.

He could only feel the changes in Anle's aura, and there was a faint aura rising like the blazing sun, but he knew nothing about the changes in Qingshan.

After all, he no longer holds Qingshan.

An Le didn't say anything more. He returned to the yard, wore a green mountain on his waist and began to practice the "Five Animals of the Ancient Demon", using the awe-inspiring sword energy pouring into his body to strengthen his body.

The energy and blood are rushing, the roar is like the waves of the river crashing on the shore, Anle's eyes are so bright, even the dark night can't cover up such brilliance!

The old man squinted his eyes and focused on Anle for a moment, then turned and landed on the green mountain around Anle's waist.

In the sight of the old man, the green mountains remained unchanged, absorbing the vastness of literature and music, but remained silent.

However, from the subtle changes in An Le's expression, he could feel that in the green mountains... there was majestic sword energy pouring into An Le's body.

Qingbo Street, outside Taimiao Lane.

Mrs. Hua suddenly appeared, her black gauze skirt floating in the night, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, a little confused: "No one has ever attacked and killed me, but how come the sword energy of my heart and sword hidden in Anle's body has been eliminated?"

How powerful her mind was, she could feel the changes in the energy in the small courtyard, as if there was a rising sun waiting to rise.

Take a step forward and you will enter the small courtyard in three steps.

The old man from Ancestral Temple was not surprised by Madam Hua's appearance, but he raised his hand and pressed it down slightly, telling Madam Hua not to disturb An Le.

"Haoran is not his chance. If Haoran is added to him, he will be involved with Wenyuan from now on, and he may even be asked to shoulder the great cause of Wenyuan's future. Wenyuan is now forced into a desperate situation and can do such a thing. Everything has its own laws, so it is a good thing that Haoran did not add to him."

"Qingshan drank Haoran, and a transformation occurred that even I could not perceive. A brilliant sword energy emerged from Anle's body. Anle is using this sword energy to strengthen his body. This is his real chance."

Zhao Huangting sighed with a bit of old age.

The emotion is to be happy for Anle, which shows that his vision is not wrong. Anle is indeed suitable for Qingshan.

But old age means that he feels that he is really old and can't even see through Qingshan, who has been with him for five hundred years.

"The waves behind make people old, and time is unforgiving."

The old man sighed and shook his head slightly.

Madam Hua glanced at the old man, without saying a word, and turned her head to look at Anle who was practicing the ancient monster five animals in the yard.

The sword energy cast by the old man isolated the courtyard, so that the demonic energy of Anle's body training in the courtyard would not leak out at all, so at this moment, not many people could feel Anle's energy.

If the trace of heart sword and sword intention hidden in Anle's body had not been wiped out by the mighty power, she would not be able to detect this change.

"This magnificent feeling is sharper, more magnificent and majestic than the simple Haoran, and even has a kind of purity that cleanses the soul."

Madam Hua said that her heart sword cultivates the mind and is very sensitive.

The old man nodded: "The sword energy in Qingshan is integrated with Haoran to form a kind of Haoran sword energy. It is not the Haoran energy mentioned by scholars. If you want to explain it in detail, you can think of it as a swordsman walking in the rivers and lakes, drawing his sword to kill injustice when he sees injustice on the road, and the kind of Haoran sword energy that comes from the heart."

"The sword energy of Qingshan is already good, and it is integrated with Haoran... It becomes Haoran sword energy, and its power is definitely not ordinary. If Anle can completely master this sword energy, maybe he really has a chance to knock on the gate of the Ten Realms!"

Mrs. Hua's red lips also opened slightly, not knowing what to say. Knocking on the Ten Realms... is a bit exaggerated.

"Of course, the premise is that he can grasp this Haoran sword energy!"

The old man then spoke again, his face solemn and very solemn.

"It's not easy to hold Qingshan. After integrating the sword energy of Qingshan with Haoran, it's probably... even more difficult to control. If one's heart is not sincere, pure, or stable, one will lose the sword energy of Haoran, and even be injured by the sword!"

"This is the law of heaven and earth. The more powerful the things in the world are, the more they test the character of the controller. This is true for the treasures of the first grade or above, and the sword energy of Haoran is also true."

The old man said seriously.

"We can't help him with this matter. He can only rely on himself."

The small courtyard was silent for a while, and only Anle's blood and qi were surging, practicing the ancient monster five animals.

Madam Hua and the old man in the Taimiao were staring, watching carefully, wanting to see if Anle could control the sword energy of Haoran.

Ancient monster tiger style, bear style, deer style, ape style and bird style, Anle kept practicing in the yard, every inch of skin membrane and bones were trembling, squeezing out the magnificent energy.

The inner elixir in the dantian was spinning, constantly gushing out strength and blood.

Every time he practiced, there would be a stream of brilliant sword energy flowing through his meridians, washing his body, making his body grow stronger and stronger, and his bodybuilding skills growing rapidly!

But this was not the focus of Anle's attention. He felt more comfortable after being trained by the ancient monster Five Animals, because with the catharsis, this power could be slowly controlled.

The sword energy merged with Haoran to form Haoran sword energy, which was bright, magnificent, grand, fearless, and proud. Anle felt all kinds of emotions in it. Just a wisp of sword energy, but there were so many emotions!

In the Niwan Palace, the sword furnace clanged, and a rich Haoran sword energy poured into it.

In an instant, Anle only felt a white mist in front of his eyes.

It was as if there was a suction force that sucked his mind into it, and finally pulled it to an extremely mysterious place.

Vast, magnificent, magnificent...

As far as the eye could see, there was sword energy between heaven and earth.

The sword energy seemed to be stacked into a mountain, towering into the sky, sweeping away the clouds and sea.

Anle looked up from the foot of the mountain, and could not see the end at all.

Suddenly.

Anle's mind was startled, and he felt an endless sense of oppression.

It was as if the entire mountain formed by the sword energy had turned into a figure of a magpie at this moment. There was a pair of eyes looking down from the height of ten thousand feet.

In an instant, it seemed as if the sky was falling.

A sense of despair suddenly rose from Anle's heart. His fighting spirit, spirit, and unyielding spirit seemed to have lost all their brilliance in front of the falling sky.

It seemed as if the existence of the mountain was asking Anle in this way, how can you master such sword energy? What do you rely on to master it?

The ground was collapsing, and the soil was crushed into pieces.

Anle's white clothes were blown by the gust of wind, and they kept rippling. Above the mountain, sword energy kept gushing out, interweaving in the air, and condensed into a white dragon.

The white dragon was entwined with the mountain, winding and lingering.

Instantly, it swooped down like a flash of lightning, with the brilliant sword energy carrying the light that illuminated everything in the world, and it was ready to cut off all the injustices.

At this moment, Anle was like a small boat like duckweed under the huge waves in the endless deep sea.

It could be swallowed up, crushed, and washed away at any time.

Anle's feet were planted on the ground, his white clothes kept flying, his hair was blown messy, and he looked at the sword energy white dragon that was swooping down.

His dark eyes stared at him intently, and the white light in the depths of his pupils grew stronger, like the Big Dipper gradually lighting up in the dark night.

Slowly stretched out his hand.

The flesh and blood melted under the sword energy, and the spiritual bones cracked under the sword energy, but Anle still had a backbone straight, and the [fearless heart] shone at this moment, like a green bamboo standing upright in the hurricane, stubbornly rising from there Pick a strand from the sword energy white dragon.

Holding this wisp of sword energy, he said softly: "From small to large, from nothing to something, from weak to strong, now I am not strong in physical training, and my mind is not strong, but I will walk up step by step, and there will be a day. Sun, stand on the top of the mountain, holding this sword energy."

The words fell.

The dragon's roar disappeared, and the swooping white dragon suddenly disappeared, leaving only a wisp of white sword energy wrapped around his arms, as bright as the scorching sun, vast and unblemished.

Anle raised his head and looked at the mountains made of sword energy. The mountains were azure and gradually disappeared into the white.

Green mountains can be seen within green mountains.

He lowered his head and looked down at the Haoran sword energy that gradually softened and blended with his heart, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

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In the courtyard, demonic energy gathered around the demonic tiger, which shook all directions with its roar.

The old man's sword energy spread and suppressed such momentum that the entire Lin'an Mansion's powerful men were unaware of it.

Mrs. Hua and the old man frowned and stared at the young man in the yard.

Suddenly, the young man stood quietly, holding on to the bamboo sword and green mountains, seeming to be in an extremely mysterious state.

Neither of them bothered him, but just watched from a distance, even though An Le was in a strange state at the moment.

Mrs. Hua turned to look at the old man and asked curiously: "Senior, why is this bamboo sword called Qingshan? Is that why it is called Qingshan?"

There was some nostalgia in the old man's eyes, and he said with a smile: "No, the sword has no name. The person who passed it on to me said that the sword is called Qingshan. I can name it whatever I want. Later, I saw a mountain in the sword, and I understood "Why is the sword named Qingshan?"

"It's just that I haven't seen that mountain for so long that I almost thought it was my imagination."

"Maybe Qingshan is no longer here."

The old man's words made Madam Hua confused for a moment. Is there a green mountain in the sword?

There is only sword energy in the sword, how can you hide it in a mountain?

However, the old man did not explain to Madam Hua. He raised his head and looked at the young man in the yard, only to see that the sword energy around An Le began to gradually subside.

Haoran's sword energy surged bit by bit and became extremely smooth, blowing around Anle like a breeze.

The moonlight is cold and draped like a veil.

Anle slowly opened his eyes. His Qi and blood were as strong as the sun hanging high in the sky. His inner elixir was pure and bursting with unparalleled power.

The energy that had been exhausted was restored, his eyes were sharp and he was high-spirited.

The most important thing is the change in Anle's temperament. It seems that there is a sword energy lingering around him. It is straight, sharp, and majestic. With a white clothes, it is like a cluster of bright flames lighting up the dark night. Wherever it passes, all the ghosts and monsters dissipate.

"It seems... he must have mastered the Haoran Sword Qi."

The old man couldn't help but laugh, showing genuine joy.

The aura melts into the green mountains, and the sword energy is awe-inspiring.

Mastering a high-quality sword spirit is definitely extraordinary for improving one's cultivation and combat power.

Now Anle, if he fights Wang Qinhe again, he may only need one sword.

If Haoran were to join the body alone, it would definitely not have such an effect, and the increase in practice and cultivation would not be large.

Qingshan Yin Haoran gave An Leyin a great opportunity.

The fate between heaven and earth is difficult to explain, it is so magical.

Anle opened her eyes and saw the old man and Mrs. Hua. Knowing that they were worried about his appearance, her eyes couldn't help but flicker with a touch of softness.

Knock with one finger.

The green mountains and ink pools flew up and plunged into the trunk of the old locust tree.

An Le smiled and pulled up a chair, and sat around drinking in the yard with Mrs. Hua and the old man from the Ancestral Temple.

Although he has mastered Haoran's sword energy, Anle understands that the long journey is just the beginning. By mastering this sword energy, he can cultivate his mind and cultivate his sword energy. If he does anything against his will and against Haoran's will, Haoran's sword energy will be dusted, and he will Your cultivation will plummet, and it will even be difficult to improve.

The purity of the sword energy and the purity of Haoran needed him to protect it.

This is the reason and price of Haoran's sword energy being inflicted on him.

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Lin'an Mansion, Zuilong Pavilion.

The ambition of wealth, arrogance and extravagance has been lost, and for no reason, he wants to go to a brothel.

A group of people who have just finished spring are here to drink, have a beautiful feast, sit on flowers, fly in wine glasses and be drunk by the moon.

The atmosphere was so warm, it was like a deer-crowing banquet held in advance.

Xu Shun took Liu Yue to sit in the banquet, his face was red, he was full of alcohol, and his eyes showed a spirit of righteousness and enthusiasm, as if he had been ranked first on the second-tier list, recognized by the emperor, and could be a high official in the court.

The drunken face and eyes were filled with pride.

Liu Yue was a little drunk when he was led there. In addition, he was fully confident about the Spring Imperial Examination, so his attitude became more aggressive.

"I, Liu Yue, will definitely reach the top of the second list, become an official in the court, plead for the people, and win a posthumous reputation!"

Liu Yue waved his hand and said boldly.

"Okay!" Xu Shun raised his glass to drink and raised his head: "Brother Liu, from now on you and I must support each other in the court and share our worries for the Holy One!"

Many literati around them looked at the attitude of the two and complimented them on the surface, but they were unhappy in their hearts. After all, Chun Wei had not yet released the results. How could these two people be so confident that they could enter the court and serve as officials? So sure of the answer?

Before the results are released, everything is still unknown!

Huating and Liu Yue were somewhat talented and confident, but who did Jiankang and Xu Shun deserve to be so arrogant?

People drank wine one after another, each feeling unhappy.

In the corner, a group of Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list who had just been rubbed by Anle in the Wenxin Forest were drinking to drown their sorrows and living a life of drunkenness.

Many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list had not even set foot in the top ten of the Xinglu Wenxin Forest, which was a disgrace to the Wenyuan Academy.

At this moment, seeing these two scholars who had no cultivation speaking nonsense here, I felt restless and extremely annoyed.

Suddenly, Xu Shun pulled Liu Yue and said excitedly: "Brother Liu, you are on good terms with the An family. With the reputation of the An family in Lin'an Prefecture, you must seize it. Our future will definitely rise rapidly, and at least we will have a helper in the temple."

As soon as these words came out, Liu Yue, who was still a little drunk, suddenly had clear eyes, shook off Xu Shun's hand, and said sternly: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Xu Shun smiled and said nothing more, turned around and drank with others.

But his words had already attracted the attention of several Confucian scholars who were drinking to drown their sorrows at Wenqu Monument. Several cold glances swept over and fell on Liu Yue.

Liu Yue felt like a thorn in his back, and the alcohol was just rising, so he did not stay any longer. After saying goodbye to Xu Shun, he went straight out of Zuilong Pavilion, returned to the inn, and fell asleep.

He was half asleep, and the headache caused by excessive drinking had not yet subsided. Liu Yue only felt a burst of noise and rustling in his ears.

Then there was a loud bang, and the door of the inn was kicked open.

Liu Yue was still in a daze, and he saw the constables and officials in official uniforms coming in one after another.

Without saying anything, he grabbed Liu Yue from the bed with a cold face and put him in handcuffs.