Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 25 Bringing a Pot of Rice Wine, Bathing the Stars and Painting Black Bamboo

Watching the old man away, An Le let out a breath slowly.

This old man who walked out of the Ancestral Temple has a special status. He can be blessed by the Ancestral Temple. Leaving aside his cultivation, his status alone is beyond his reach.

But An Le still rejected the old man's idea of ​​exchanging paintings immediately. As the old man said, a gentleman keeps his promises, and since he promised the Lin family first, there is no reason not to go without asking for leave.

The old man said that he would cover the evil spirit that overflowed during body tempering for him, which would be good for An Le, so An Le was very grateful, otherwise it would really be very troublesome to provoke the demon master.

There are demons in the world, so naturally there are demon subduing masters. Demon subduing masters are a general term, but most of them are practitioners. In detail, Taoist monks and the like also have part-time demon subduing.

There are many stories about demon subduing masters recorded in the folk history of Dazhao. Many demon subduing masters do not distinguish between good and evil demons. As long as they are demons, they will be arrested without distinction. The demon master Lei Ting had to make a move.

Therefore, if the demonic energy leaked during Anle's body tempering, it would indeed be very troublesome to attract some unreasonable demon subduing masters.

In exchange for the Tsing Yi that was stained with blood from the pores of his body, he was dressed in a white shirt, which made him look chic and handsome, and even added a bit of coquettishness due to the tempering of his body with a demonic aura.

The small courtyard was locked, and after leaving, he walked out of Taimiao Lane in a leisurely manner.

Passing by the Taimiao, the closed magnificent building makes it hard to see the furnishings and appearance.

An Le didn't take much notice, she looked away, stepped on Qingbo Street, and headed towards the quiet street with many noble mansions.

Today, because of Yaoyu, I practiced Wuqin for a while, so I probably don't have time to go to the West Lake to grab Fairy Yunrou's wool, but there are many princes in the Lin family, An Le can grab enough.

Arriving at Jing Street, stepping on the flat bluestone, recalling that she was attacked here yesterday, met with Luo Qingchen's power and oppression, An Le's lips twitched, silently taking this matter to the bottom of her heart.

Passing through the gate of the Lin Mansion, where all the officials had to dismount and walk, he raised the knocker and knocked on the door, and a servant girl opened the door for him.

"Mr. An is here, please."

The petite servant girl, looking at the increasingly handsome An Le, blushed unconsciously, and carefully led the way to the Yanwu hall.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng had been waiting in the Martial Arts Hall for a long time. When An Le came in white clothes, adding a bit of coquettishness to her face, the two women couldn't help but take a few more glances.

When An Le saw the two daughters, she couldn't help but smile, and she picked up the wool, and took two wisps of age from each of them.

The eighth son Lin Ye, who was conquered by Anle's picture editing skills yesterday, ran over to say hello with a smile, and Anle also took away two wisps of time without politeness.

These young masters of the three generations of the Lin family, who are of the same generation as Jiumei, generally have seven or eight wisps of age, Lin Zhuifeng is taller, with more than a dozen wisps, and Lin Qingyin is not as good as Lin Zhuifeng, with only seven wisps.

If An Le comes a few more times, Lin Qingyin will be sucked dry.

However, simply because there are a large number of young masters, they can still support Anle for a period of time.

The time energy was continuously extracted from the two young masters, plus Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng, a total of four people, and they reached the limit and could no longer be extracted.

And the eight wisps drawn are all gray air of time.

It is indeed not so easy to produce the golden time energy that can condense the Dao fruit of time.

The two wisps of time qi extracted from the woman in the morning, one wisp of transformation fruit, and only one wisp left. Adding the eight wisps to the account at this moment, Anle's family fortune suddenly became prosperous.

An Le also estimated that the current limit for him is about ten wisps of aging energy a day.

Maybe the cultivation base is promoted to the next level, and you can learn more.

Taking charcoal strips, sharpening them, and laying paper, An Le started today's task of painting for the young masters in the Lin Mansion.

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The sun was setting, and the sky was filled with rays of light.

Yangliu Yiyi on the side of the long street, the gentle breeze blows on the face, bringing a different kind of comfort.

An Le bid farewell to Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin, and left the Lin residence. Today, he failed to meet Mrs. Hua.

Strolling along the long street, I came to a restaurant, made a pot of old rice wine, and cut some pork head and braised beef.

Carrying wine and vegetables, bathing in the sunset, he walked towards the small and medium courtyard in Taimiao Lane, which is also his temporary home in Lin'an Mansion, without rushing.

Back in the small courtyard, the old locust tree in the courtyard has lush branches and leaves, rustling under the wind. An Le went to fetch water from the nearby old well, watered some potted flowers and plants, and then placed the table in the courtyard , Serve the food and wine.

The moonlight is deeper and half a person, Beidou langan Nandouxian.

The night falls quietly, the moon hangs in the sky, and the sky is full of stars.

Footsteps could be heard outside the alley. The old man in Su Yi held a framed scroll in one hand and put the other behind his back. He stepped into the courtyard without haste, as if an old friend had arrived as expected.

"Hahaha, I can smell the aroma of wine from a long distance away."

The old man smiled, sitting on a chair in the yard, looking at the old rice wine that had been warmed up on the table and the pork head meat on the table, the smile on his face grew wider.

Rice wine and side dishes are nothing to him, even if he can get the immortal wine to drink alone, but it has been too long since he sits in the Taimiao and has not sat down with others like this, drinking and eating, and his emotions are a bit complicated for a while.

An Le poured rice wine for the old man, and said with a smile: "This is old rice wine sold in a restaurant in Yanchunli, Yujie Street. I went to drink it once with my friends. It was quite delicious. I bought a pot for senior to taste. Senior If you are interested, you can come here often in the future, Xiaosheng sweeps the table and prepares wine to welcome you."

The old man gulped it down, squinted his eyes, and smacked his mouth.

"Good wine, with the taste of craftsmanship, good!"

The old man praised, and then he and An Le exchanged cups. After three glasses of wine, the old man stroked his long eyebrows, took the scroll, and slowly spread it out.

"Little friend, you must have some real talent to become a painter in the Lin Mansion. Come, let's enjoy the paintings."

The old man smiled.

The candlelight is faint, illuminating the picture scroll.

The eyes fall on it, this is a fine brushwork bamboo painting, the bamboo is painted in one color in the scroll, full of elegance and interest.

An optimistic painting, vaguely, the mind is involuntarily mobilized, just like visualizing "Sword Waterfall Picture".

But it's not about contemplating in meditation. Before you are in meditation, just looking at the painting will move your mind, which is enough to explain the strangeness of this painting!

"Little friend, is this bamboo and insect picture okay?"

The old man smiled.

Anle appreciatively analyzed it carefully, and couldn't help but admire: "The sparse shadows of bamboo trees, the double hooks filled with color, flying with color, and the beetles and katydids, all of them are portrayed in detail, and the meticulous painting of bamboo is a masterpiece! Master's work!"

When the old man listened to Anle's comments, he knew that Anle knew how to paint, and those who knew how to paint praised him differently.

It's not like people who don't understand, just praise, the painting is good.

Does the old man know that he is good at painting? !
The old man laughed lightly, poured a glass of rice wine, and drank it all in one gulp, feeling the sweetness in the wine.

An Le continued to stare at the scroll, and the mind in his mind seemed to grow stronger as he watched the painting.

"Do you feel that the mind is growing? As practitioners of my generation, painting is naturally not a random act of ink painting. It will be entrained by the mind to make the painting more meaningful."

Seeing An Le's appearance, the old man stroked his beard and smiled, and said slowly: "One way of refining the spirit is to cultivate the mind. The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting can not only cultivate the sentiment, but also strengthen the mind. There are many painters in the court. People look at paintings and rest their minds."

"Many masters of alchemy are familiar with calligraphy and painting, and even a famous master makes a move, and a scroll of painting is a rare magic weapon for alchemy."

The old man drinks and eats vegetables to spread some knowledge to An Le.

"Lao Ci's picture of bamboo and insects was only drawn with ordinary painting skills, without being absorbed into the mind, but there is also a little magic, which can refresh the mind."

An Le nodded, amazed, looking at the painting, she couldn't put it down.

The old man smiled and looked at An Le: "My little friend was able to enter the Lin Mansion to paint because of luck. As the Lin Manor, it is not difficult to hire a painter in the palace, but because the forces behind the painter in the palace are entangled. , The Lin Mansion has never joined the party struggle, so there is such a move selected by the painter, so that Xiaoyou can join the Lin Mansion."

"But the old lady's paintings can be admired by the little friend, which must be something to praise. I am looking forward to the little friend's paintings."

An Le heard the words, got up and went into the house, took a few sketches and handed them to the old man.

The old man took it and looked at it carefully, with a strange color in his eyes: "Using charcoal as ink, this painting is full of reality, and it is a different way, which is commendable."

"If you are a painter, it is indeed more suitable than meticulous line drawing. No wonder my little friend's ability has forced many painters in Lin'an to enter the Lin residence."

The old man still appreciates An Le's sketches.

The old man put down the painting, looked at An Le and said, "But the old man prefers to paint with Langhao brush and ink, I wonder if my little friend can understand it?"

When An Le heard this, she immediately understood that the old man was testing him. Although the old man admired sketching, he didn't like it. If An Le only knew how to sketch, then today might be the last time the two of them had a drink and talked about drawing.

An Le was not timid, and smiled: "Wang Hao writes and paints with splashed ink. It is chic and unrestrained, and Xiaosheng naturally understands it."

When the old man heard this, his eyes lit up.

But An Le got up, held a candle, and walked into the house: "Senior painted meticulous bamboo, and Xiaosheng made ink bamboo to match it."

Ink and bamboo... doubts flashed in the old man's eyes, he picked up a pot of old rice wine, and followed An Le into the house.

Inside the house, Shengxuan is spread vertically on the table, Anle grinds the ink carefully, and closes his eyes and thinks.

The old man drank a glass of rice wine by himself, glanced at An Le, and wondered how the young man would draw bamboo.

Painting is quite time-consuming. Is it because of the youthful spirit that An Le is writing now?
If this is the case, the old man is a little disappointed.

But An Le didn't know what the old man was thinking at this moment, and pictures of bamboo paintings naturally flashed in his mind, and finally the bamboo wind of the master bamboo painter came to his heart.

Open your eyes, hold the pen and drink the full ink, put the scorched ink on the white rice paper, lift it up in twos and threes, after a pause, then lift it up again.

The slender trunk of the bamboo appears vividly on the paper, and then I turn to light ink to write the brush. The same brushwork, when painting the slender bamboo trunk, is methodically drawn, as if there is ink in the chest.

The leaves are painted with burnt ink, and the bamboo leaves are formed after a pause, like a sword or a knife, two wolf hairs, burnt ink and light ink transform into each other, just for a moment, there is a black bamboo and stone on the raw Xuan.

Bamboo leaves have the sharpness of a sword, and the trunk of thin and thin bamboo bears many bamboo leaves. Standing on a rock, it is long and straight, like the backbone of a gentleman!

A pair of black bamboo and stone pictures, seems to have righteousness coming out!

Pulling the mind is like destroying stars and moving bullfights!

An Le seemed to be unaware that the old man was by his side, and then he took up the pen, and Banqiao Zhu signed it in Banqiao style, dyeing the ink and writing quickly.

"Stay firm on Qingshan and not relax..."

At some point, the old man stared at the painting intently, the movement of pouring the wine froze, and the wine flowed out of the glass.

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