Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 18 The Young Man Reported His Complaints Directly, Yuan Meng's Consort Lin Siye

Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, hazy mist and rain rising from the big pool, accompanied by the gentle spring breeze, is quite pleasant.

The storm of attack and murder at Jingjiekou has subsided, and although the three women in the waterside pavilion have never left the mansion, they all know something about it.

Mrs. Hua is graceful and luxurious, her beautiful face does not show any traces of age, but the depth in her eyes reveals her mature charm.

She looked at the young man standing in front of her with elegant demeanor, handsome eyebrows and eyes, full of fighting spirit and fearlessness, and the admiration in the corners of her eyes became more and more intense.

An Le's hair was soaked by the presumptuous spring rain, and it still hasn't dried up at this moment, but it can't erase his hidden and unspoken fighting spirit.

Even Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin saw the difference in An Le, which was a kind of temperamental transformation.

"You don't need to thank me, this time, you were implicated by the Lin family."

Madam Hua looked at An Le, parted her red lips, and said seriously: "If you don't want to paint in the Lin Mansion, you can ask for it now, and the ten Yuan Ling Tong Treasures and two volumes of classics will be the Lin Mansion's compensation for you."

An Le heard the words and shook her head: "Ma'am, you are serious. Since I have agreed to paint for the young masters of the Lin family, I will naturally not back down because of a little tribulation, and go against my words. Accessible."

"The gift of "Five Birds Exercise" and "Sword Waterfall Picture" is always in Anle's heart. The value of those two volumes of practice books is far beyond what a painting can match. Anle will definitely repay it in the future."

An Le also spoke very seriously.

"You don't complain? If I hadn't made a move, even if you don't die today, your Dao heart will be dusty. You are late to enlightenment. If your Dao heart is dusty, it will be even more difficult for those who practice the road."

When Madam Hua heard An Le's words, the corners of her lips curled up, quite satisfied, but she continued.

"Resentment, of course resentment, although Luo Qingchen was intimidated by Madam's attack, and even confused, but it was because of Madam's attack, for the sake of Lin Fu's facade, and naturally I also resent Luo Qingchen, but this resentment, He will get it back someday."

"A gentleman repays kindness with kindness, but he also repays grievances with honesty."

"Lin Fu treated me kindly, I am grateful in my heart, Luo Qingchen despises me, and even wants to destroy my cultivation, I naturally have resentment in my heart."

Anle said calmly.

In the main hall of the water pavilion, the young man's words were resounding and powerful.

The young man had resentment in his heart, he didn't hide it, he didn't pretend to be generous, he just laughed it off.

Mrs. Hua smiled, her appreciation for An Le became more and more intense in her eyes, but she just started practicing, she said that she would ask Luo Qingchen to get her back in the future.

Very courageous, very fearless.

"Do you know who Luo Qingchen is?"

Mrs. Hua poured An Le a cup of tea herself, with a faint smile on her beautiful face.

An Le respectfully took the hot tea, took a sip, the tea was fragrant, and dispelled the cold accumulated in the body from the spring rain.

"Luo Qingchen, a contemporary handsome talent of the Luo family in Qingzhou, entered meditation at the age of five, refined at the age of ten, and was born in the Niwan Palace. Lin'an, challenge the heroes of the world..."

"Challenge two geniuses from the capital, win both battles, and have the same limelight. What's more, the second master of the academy recruited himself."

Mrs. Hua said lightly, describing Luo Qingchen's deeds.

An Le listened very seriously, and had to say that Luo Qingchen was indeed a genius.

"However, in the third battle, he felt that he had enough sword intent, so he went to Feixue Hall to challenge the legendary number one scholar Li You'an, and wanted to step on the legendary number one scholar to enter the academy with a peerless posture."

"It's a pity that Li You'an's majestic power of mind and spirit defeated him with one move, and his heart was even covered with dust... He stayed in the academy for more than ten years and wasted in the academy. Later, Qin gave him the 'Donghai Cleansing Heart Bead' to wash it away. Dao heart dust, breaking through the fifth realm..."

An Le took a deep breath and captured a key message.

Behind Luo Qingchen, stood Qin Xiang!

Da Zhao is the prime minister of the dynasty, and his power is overwhelming!
No wonder Luo Qingchen dared to attack him so recklessly at Jingjiekou, it turned out that Qin Xiang was behind him.

No matter how ignorant An Le is of the world, he still knows that the relationship between Lin Fu and Prime Minister Qin can be said to be unharmonious, or even enmity.

"There is a huge gap between you and Luo Qingchen. He is a cultivator beyond the five realms, and you are just a newcomer who has just opened up his energy and blood, and his mind is concentrated. Do you still have the courage to compete with him?"

Madam Hua asked with a chuckle.

With this question, only the sound of spring rain and falling tiles remained in the water pavilion.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were also curious.

An Le didn't think about Chen for a long time, and smiled gently: "Practice, what I cultivate is to understand my thoughts. If I am timid, if I don't have the courage and courage to go to the Tiger Mountain, then what else should I practice? Why should I set foot on the road of practice? "

"Besides, ma'am, An Le is still practicing, so it might be possible to come from behind. Today Madam makes Luo Qingchen's Dao heart dusty again, and in the future, my An Le may also make Luo Qingchen's Dao heart collapse. Is it certain?"

quiet!
The entire Tianbo Water Pavilion was extremely silent, except for the sound of boiling water tumbling on the stove.

After a while, Mrs. Hua covered her mouth and laughed lightly, the laughter became louder and heavier.

"That's right, the young man has arrogance, is neither humble nor overbearing, fearless, very good."

"Practice is to have a fearless heart, to be proud, to dare to go to the sky to challenge the immortals with a sword." Mrs. Hua covered her mouth, and patted her plump thighs with her palms, very happy.

It seems that at this moment, something in my heart has been clarified, and there is a sense of relief and sudden enlightenment when the clouds and mists are cleared.

In the waterside pavilion, An Le and Lin Zhuifeng looked at each other in dismay. What he said was full of ambition, what's so funny?

"Okay, okay, let's go, since you choose the Lin Mansion and you don't regret it, then the Lin Mansion will naturally protect you. Next, in Lin'an, as long as my Hua Jiebing is still alive, I will protect you all day long , so that you can practice with peace of mind."

Mrs. Hua still smiled, but her words were serious.

An Le couldn't help but be moved when Madam Hua said this, she was willing to be An Le's protector. An Le and Madam Hua only met for the second time. Lighting the green lantern, and now protecting the way for him...

This kindness is very important.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hua, I will always remember this great kindness."

An Le bowed deeply.

Mrs. Hua nodded slightly, then spread out the Confucianism books again, and began to read them.

"Jiumei, Zhuifeng, take Mr. An to find the young masters. I will read a book in peace."

Mrs. Hua leaned back on the bed, her eyes fell on the yellowed books, and she said calmly.

An Le said goodbye, and left Tianbo Waterside Pavilion with Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin.

The figures of Zai Anle and others were hazy in the misty rain and spring scenery.

Mrs. Hua looked away from the Confucianism books, and murmured softly: "Unfortunately, my days in Lin'an are numbered, how far can you go?"

……

……

Between the long corridors, there was a spring breeze blowing, blowing the clothes of the three of them flying.

"Mr. An, the fourth master has not returned to Lanke Temple for half a year, otherwise I will let you paint for the fourth master." Lin Zhuifeng said with a fire stick on his waist, but looked at An Le curiously.

"Fourth Master Lin?" An Le nodded involuntarily upon hearing the words.

He guessed that painting for the princes of the Lin family would naturally be from high to low in status, and Fourth Master Lin should belong to a nobleman with the same seniority as Mrs. Hua.

In today's Lin Mansion, the highest status is naturally the old lady, and the next one should be Mrs. Hua and Fourth Master Lin.

"The fourth master has a special status... Mr. An, if you paint for the fourth master, you should pay more attention."

Lin Zhuifeng thought for a while and reminded.

An Le was stunned for a moment, but there was a puzzled look on his face.

Lin Qingyin came here to learn painting. Seeing that An Le seemed a little puzzled, she explained: "The fourth uncle led an army to fight against the Golden Wolf Army of the Yuanmeng Empire. He was defeated and captured, and he was placed under house arrest in the Yuanmeng Empire... …Changed her name, took the surname of Lin Yimu, named Qingfeng, married a princess of the Yuanmeng Empire, and now returns to Lin'an, so naturally she has been gossiped..."

An Le was also surprised when he heard this.

Being captured by the Yuanmeng Empire, and then marrying a princess and returning to Lin'an, this... is a bit showy.

For this Fourth Master Lin, An Le became somewhat interested.

To be able to marry a princess as a prisoner in the imperial camp, and to return to Dazhao safely... This is a great place, and there must be something extraordinary.

The three of them walked out of the corridor and held up oil-paper umbrellas.

"Let's go to the Martial Arts Hall. Young masters should practice martial arts in the Martial Arts Hall right now." Lin Zhuifeng said.

However, the three of them quickly stopped, held their umbrellas, and looked into the distance.

There, the rain was hazy, and a thin figure wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat came slowly.

Raindrops interweave and fall on the edge of the bamboo hat into a bead curtain.

The figure had a hatchet slung around his waist, the handle of the knife was soaked in raindrops, and he was wearing a pair of muddy straw sandals, stepping on the ground, the mud was washed away by the rain.

pat, pat...

The sound of the straw sandals being lifted up and down, and up and down again, resounded and lingered, and the air seemed to become oppressive and heavy.

Lin Qingyin's complexion was slightly pale, and she seemed to be in a panic of being caught speaking ill, looking at the figure, she couldn't help pursing her lips.

"Four...Uncle Four..."

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(End of this chapter)