Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 1 I saw a female sword fairy sitting in the boudoir

Da Zhao, Lin'an Mansion.

On the banks of the West Lake, white jade railings are endless. Just after a spring rain, the air is slightly cool, with a little sweet smell.

The turquoise lake water is rippling, and the lotus leaves on the water are swaying gently. In the middle of the lake, the red-light flower boats dotted in patches have begun to brew the restlessness of the spring night.

The literati stepped on the bluestone after the rain, idled on the bank of the long embankment, recited poems, and looked at the flower boat on tiptoe from time to time, hoping that they could catch a glimpse of the charming figure in the flower boat without boarding the boat on the shore, and practiced prostitution.

"Oh, it's too far away, I can't see clearly."

"Otherwise, go buy a painting boat, get closer, and maybe meet the oiran, and save a lot of money."

On the long embankment, a young man in Tsing Yi held a jug of wine, took a sip, and muttered.

"But if I don't go to see Hua Kui, I don't need to spend any money."

The young man frowned and retorted to himself: "Literati, it's good to be flirtatious."

"Forget it, I don't have any money, I can't be romantic, and I can't pay the rent at the inn."

The boy sighed, unable to enjoy the pleasure of whoring for nothing, which made him very melancholy.

Raise the jug, and take a sip with the beautiful scenery of West Lake.

The breeze is blowing, and the willows are Yiyi.

Looking at the bustling West Lake, the young man's eyes gradually became slightly rippling.

He never thought that one day he would encounter such an outrageous thing, and travel to the scholar who was going to the capital to take the exam through the insignificant time and space.

The scholar himself was not poor. He came from a family in Chongzhou. It could even be said that his family was wealthy, but he didn’t understand the principle of not revealing his wealth. As a result, visitors come across.

The young scholar was called An Le in his previous and present lives, and his name was quite acceptable. In his previous life, he was an art student admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, and he was quite accomplished in painting.

After arriving in the capital, fortunately, with a tael of silver hidden in his trouser pocket, he bought some drawing paper, found some carbon blocks, and sold a few paintings with sketches and realistic paintings of different styles, earning some taels of silver, and barely gained a foothold.

In An Le's memory, there was no dynasty called Da Zhao in the previous life. However, after inheriting the memory of this body, An Le has a vague understanding of the whole world.

This world is not ordinary, there are monks, there are gods and demons, and the chaos is like hemp.

An Le came all the way to the capital, and as far as he could see, human lives were worthless, and there were frozen bones on the road.

There are foreign powerful countries outside, ready to go south at any time, destroy the land of Dazhao, and completely invade and occupy the middle land.

The capital of Great Zhao was originally in the north, and had confronted barbarians and alien races for 800 years. In the end, the alien race became powerful. Emperor Da Zhao ordered the entire imperial court to move to the south, and set up Lin'an as its capital to temporarily avoid the edge.

It has been five hundred years since Great Zhao moved to the south, Lin'an, the capital city, is extremely prosperous, singing and singing every night, and the thought of going north to regain the lost land in the middle land has long been buried under the prosperity.

In Dazhao, everything is low-grade, only cultivation is high.

Even a scholar is no match for a practitioner.

The imperial examination is even divided into A and B Jinshi. Even if you have outstanding literary talent and outstanding talents, you can become a capable minister in the world, but you are not a practitioner, and you can only enter the B list of Jinshi.

An Le failed to cultivate, but if he wanted to live a decent life in this era, he could be regarded as a way out by becoming a Jinshi on the second list.

This is also the reason why An Le chose to continue to go to Beijing to prepare for the imperial examination.

Even, An Le still has an ambition, that is to rush to the top of the list of Jinshi.

If you can become a Jinshi on the top list, you will be truly admitted to the imperial examination, and you will soar into the sky.

Although he has not practiced yet, he still has hope because he has the reliance of being a time traveler.

Looking at the slightly rippling West Lake, An Le's pupils were dilated, and a translucent light curtain emerged in front of her eyes.

……

【Name: Anle】

[Aura of Time: 2 wisps]

[The Fruit of Time and Time: None]

……

It's a very simple light curtain, which An Le jumped out of when he set foot in Lin'an Mansion three days ago.

After several attempts, An Le discovered that through the light curtain, he could absorb a gray air current called the air of time.

Although, Anle has not yet figured out the function of the gray airflow.

But there is no doubt that if An Le wants to set foot in the practice, he can only hope for it.

In Dazhao, cultivators have a noble status. As long as they set foot in the practice, they will be registered by the government and even get a monthly salary. It is said that the lowest-level practitioners can get 30 taels of silver.

30 taels of silver, enough to live comfortably in Lin'an.

With a little envy, An Le dissipated the light curtain in front of him. The literati and poets on the side couldn't help being agitated, but they saw a flower boat in the center of the lake surrounded by clouds and mist. When it was opened, Pingting's maidservants in light yellow dresses slowly stepped out of it, separating on both sides.

Although they are far apart, these maidservants are graceful and beautiful, and their beauty is not inferior to that of ordinary flower boats, which makes many literati and poets feel excited.

This scene was very special. According to the memory of the original owner, An Le also knew about the nobility of flower boats. The flower boats on the West Lake are also graded. The higher the flower boat in the center of the lake, the higher the grade. Among them, the status of the oiran is more noble.

There are even rumors that the oiran of the top flower boat in the center of the lake is even a practitioner with good cultivation!
How can literati not be excited when a practicing woman becomes an oiran? That is an additional bonus of professional charm.

If you can kiss Fangze once, even writing a hundred capitals is not enough to blow it off.

Suddenly, there was an uproar among the literati on the edge of the long embankment.

"Fairy Yunrou is here!"

"It's so beautiful, a female sword fairy, with a peerless beauty!"

"If I can get into Fairy Yunrou's flower boat, it will be worth it all my life, even if I lose my name to Sun Shan this time, I will not hesitate to do it!!"

……

The literati and inkmen chatted endlessly, full of coquettish words.

An Le stood tall, lifted the jug, and took a sip. The wine spread a strong fragrance on the corners of her slightly raised lips, and her eyes narrowed slightly, with a touch of excitement.

"finally come."

Above the [-]-meter sky, there was a flash of sword light, and a long sword pierced through the sky.

On the long sword, there is a woman in a white skirt, with a slender figure standing on it, with three thousand blue hairs fluttering, and the mist on the lake is lingering, as if being swept up by the sword energy, she is peerless.

The girl Yujian fell into the flower boat, and the maidservants on both sides bowed and bowed, but saw the woman in white, looking back and smiling, the veil covered her mouth and nose, only her eyebrows and eyes were exposed, as if there was an electric current flowing.

The literati on the embankment of electricity were excited and itchy.

Although it was not the first time I saw it, Anle was still amazed, mainly because I saw Yujian flying with my own eyes, the shock was too strong.

The role-playing of the female sword fairy is played in this era. Which literati can stand such a test?

In An Le's slightly narrowed eyes, the peerless white-clothed oiran landed on the flower boat, and there were wisps of gray air around her body, winding up like a snake.

Counting carefully, there are more than a dozen wisps of gray airflow.

The gray air flow was incompatible with the white mist that filled the lake. Although they were far apart, they were extremely clear in Anle's eyes, and even vaguely, they had an extremely strong attraction to Anle.

An Le has been soaking on the bank of the West Lake for the past few days, and it is precisely because of this cultivator Huakuan that the two wisps of age in the light curtain were gathered from Fairy Yunrou two days ago.

The first time I met Fairy Yunrou on the Changdi, Anle detected the aging energy in the other party, more than a dozen wisps of aging energy, Anle could only pick up one wisp a day.

Therefore, An Le spent the next few days squatting by the West Lake.

One wisp a day, slowly squeezed.

Although we don't know the function of time qi for the time being, but in line with the principle of not exaggerating for nothing, it is always right to extort more.

In front of his eyes, a pale golden light curtain emerged.

In the light curtain, the [Year Qi] column flickered slightly.

Afterwards, An Le saw a wisp of gray air coming out of the leading flower boat in the center of the West Lake, like a wisp of dandelion floating unrestrained in the world.

The gray air flow spanned hundreds of meters across the West Lake, and finally lingered at Anle's fingertips.

However, what is strange is that this originally gray airflow, lingering around Anle's fingertips, turned into gold, like a ray of golden light bursting out from the sand, which cannot conceal the brilliance, and diffuses into Anle's body.

In the light curtain, there is another ray of time.

As for why it turned into gold, An Le couldn't figure it out either.

If you don't understand it, ignore it.

You're done, An Le happily drinks a big white.

Taking chances, An Le wanted to try to get a wisp of time energy from the top oiran again, but the column of the light curtain [Yue Qi] stopped beating, and she couldn't absorb it. Obviously, she fell into the sage's time.

Therefore, Anle, who felt a little regretful, was ruthless, no longer nostalgic, turned around and squeezed away a group of excited blushing literati and poets behind him, and walked away with a jug in his hand.

However, just out of the crowd, he took two steps.

An Le was stunned.

Because, in front of his eyes, the golden air flow that he had just absorbed was like a pillar of golden incense, curling up and burning.

Afterwards, An Le discovered that there was a picture scroll unfolding in front of him, and within the picture scroll, the picture moved like light and shadow.

Like a movie, it plays slowly.

What came into view was a women's boudoir.

The gauze hangs lightly, and the rouge is fragrant.

On the bed in the boudoir, there is actually a graceful and graceful figure looming.

Taking a closer look, An Le was shocked.

Because of this graceful figure...

It was the practicing oiran, the female sword fairy, who passed the sword across the West Lake and boarded the flower boat!

(End of this chapter)