Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 26

As an old man steeped in the way of painting, he naturally knows the method of ink painting.

However, since ancient times, bamboo painting has been mainly based on meticulous brushwork, and the outline of the lines on a bamboo leaf has to be carefully carved.

But who ever thought that bamboo can be painted so freehand, so chic, so...uninhibited!
The leaf is like a swordsman with a sword, and the pole is like the backbone of a gentleman!
Although it is not realistic, the layering formed by the interplay of scorched ink and light ink makes this ink painting of bamboo and stone come to life, like a breeze blowing, and the slender bamboo pole is slightly swaying, but it still stands proudly. Unearthly!
A new way to draw bamboo!

The old man suddenly came back to his senses, and glanced at the old rice wine that kept overflowing from the cup due to his gaffe, but the old man was completely satisfied.

"What an ink painting of bamboo and stone!"

"This trip to wine, I drank very happily!"

The old man drank the cold rice wine in one gulp, the liquid entered his throat and stained his beard, but it made him very happy!
At this moment, An Le has fallen into a strange state.

Outside the window, the stars sprinkled their brilliance, falling on An Le's body like a veil.

The young man was writing and stood still, but in his mind, his heart seemed to be boiling.

At this moment, the strength of the mind and spirit cultivated in "Sword Waterfall Picture" seems to complement each other with every bamboo leaf in the ink painting of bamboo and stone.

With this intention, An Le only felt that the speed of meditation and visualization was greatly increased!

[Sword Dancer] Daoguo played a great role at this moment. It seems that the meaning of the sword spilled into the painting, which made Anle's understanding of "Sword Waterfall Picture" achieve a leap.

Mind is growing at a very impressive speed!
In Niwan Palace, that vague little sword began to solidify and take shape gradually!
In the end, accompanied by a clang, the sword light filled the air!
And Anle's state of mind also crosses a brand new realm, the five senses are enhanced, and even without breathing through the mouth and nose, one can capture the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Fetal breath means that the heart stays in the rest and returns to the original meaning. It is a metaphor for the fetus.

The meaning of the Bamboo and Stone Picture and the meaning of the "Sword Waterfall Picture" complement each other, so that An Le actually uses this to step into the second realm of refining gods, the fetal breath!

After a long time, An Le slowly opened his eyes, and the powerful mental power flowed, shining like stars in the sky in the dark.

An Le never thought that a painting could have such an effect. No wonder the old man said that some paintings by famous artists are not stingy with magic weapons. The painter's paintings can inspire the mind, and the paintings made by people will naturally benefit from it.

"Stay firm on the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks, and you will still be strong after thousands of blows, let you be windy from east to west."

"Bamboo stone... what a piece of bamboo stone, what a piece of bamboo stone!"

The old man's admiration came from the side, and An Le stepped on the fetal breath, and smiled.

"Thank you senior for your praise."

"Ink painting is not uncommon, but it is rare to use ink to paint bamboo without adding any color."

"Good poems with good paintings, you young man, you are a surprise for this old man."

The old man nodded, carefully observing the painting with wet ink, his eyes could not stop admiring it.

"Yesterday you were attacked and killed at Jingjiekou. Luo Qingchen relied on his cultivation to oppress you. He wanted to bend your spine, but you never bent it. Looking at your painting today, you have the backbone of a gentleman in your heart. No wonder you can withstand the pressure and die. Don't break your brows."

"This poem, this painting is the reflection of your soul. Only then can your mind and spirit echo each other at this moment, and only then can you enter into meditation and take your breath."

The old man stroked his beard and praised, and his words also meant to praise Anle's talent for refining gods.

Finally staring at the font of the signed poem, the old man squinted his eyes.

"This font... is also strange and weird. It is written with the momentum of cursive brushwork, but it is not cursive. There are even hidden strokes of brushwork in it. The writing of characters is like writing orchids...Although the composition of the characters is deliberately arranged, But the calligraphy is like a painting, and the harmony of calligraphy and painting is unprecedented in ancient and modern times!"

The old man's evaluation can be said to be quite high. Of course, with the old man's eyesight, it can also be seen that Anle's font is not very skillful, and there is still room for improvement.

But considering An Le's age, this flaw can be ignored.

"An Xiaoyou, there is something about your painting, I like it very much..." the old man stroked his beard.

Seeing this, An Le immediately understood the meaning of the old man: "If the senior likes it, I will give it to the senior. It is also a kind of luck that this painting can be in the hands of those who appreciate it."

The old man laughed loudly when he heard the words: "Xiaoyou An is right, a good painting needs people's knowledge, of course, this old man will not accept a painting from you for nothing, in your bamboo and stone painting, the sword will be born by itself, and tomorrow I will bring wine in person , and... How about giving you a sword?"

An Le's eyes suddenly lit up.

What is the identity of this old man in front of him?How could the sword he sent out be ordinary?
An Le would definitely not suffer a loss if he changed his sword for one stroke.

The old man didn't continue talking with An Le, and even couldn't wait to share the good painting with others. He carefully rolled up the rice paper, bid farewell to An Le, and left the small courtyard.

Looking at the figure of the old man leaving, An Le smiled, and after tidying up, he began to practice cross-legged.

A painting made him step into the realm of fetal breath, but An Le didn't feel any pride.

Recalling the oppression Luo Qingchen gave him at the entrance of Jing Jie, his current strength is far from enough.

The young man has a tiger in his chest, calming down the restlessness and waiting for an opportunity to lie dormant.

Don't be happy with things or sad with yourself, sit in the small courtyard, bathe in the stars and moonlight, settle your mind, and consolidate your fetal breath.

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The night was dark, and thick fog rose up, covering the sky, making the stars and moonlight lose their luster.

In the alleys and alleys of Lin'an Mansion, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, and a figure wrapped in black fled quickly, passing by like a frightening black shadow.

A moment later, several knife-wielding arresters in official uniforms hurried over, blood lingering all over their bodies, and murderous aura billowing.

Huang Xian's eyes were cold, he looked at the dark but intertwined alleys, and frowned: "Hu Jingang ran away! Keep chasing!"

The black Yamen arresters under his command shouted one after another, ran out and continued to chase.

But Huang Xian's expression softened, he let out a breath, and took out the scroll in his arms. The scroll was spread out, and it was Hu Jingang, who was almost exactly the same as the man who escaped earlier.

"Mr. An's paintings are really amazing."

"With this painting and a reward of 500 taels of silver, as long as Hu Jingang is still in Lin'an Mansion, he will be arrested and brought to justice sooner or later!"

Putting away the scroll, Huang Xian also ran out, his figure hidden in the cool spring night.

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Inside a luxurious mansion.

Dozens of lit candles illuminate the room as brightly as day.

Luo Qingchen was wearing a thin shirt, sitting cross-legged on the bed, the power of body and mind surged around him, and the blood was also rolling under the membrane like thunder.

He is trying to wash away the dust on his heart with the power of mind.

Before he was defeated by the legendary number one scholar Li You'an with a slap, his Dao heart was covered with dust, Qin Xiang took the "Donghai Dixin Bead" to help him wash away the dust on his Dao heart, and he also paid the price, joined the Qin Mansion, and was controlled by others.

But yesterday, he was intimidated by Hua Jiebing's snap-finger Chunyu sword. The sword's intent was planted in his heart like a seed of fear, making him feel terrified every time he practiced, and his Taoist heart was dusted again.

This was Hua Jiebing's punishment for attacking him.

Although Luo Qingchen was unwilling, but his strength was not as good as others, he could only endure it.

The majestic spiritual power surged like a howling wind, blowing out the candles in the hall, and the breathless darkness came as promised, swallowing up all the light.

In the darkness, Luo Qingchen opened his eyes abruptly. He was sweating profusely. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

He gasped heavily.

"No... or not... The sword intent is engraved in my heart, making me fear and trembling. Every time I practice, it will appear like a ghost, disturbing my will... With the power of my mind, it is not enough to erase it."

Luo Qingchen supported the bed with both hands, her hair was hanging down, and she felt extremely unwilling.

Hua Jiebing's strength is indeed strong, even in Lin'an Mansion where the strong are like rainbows, he still has a place.

Such an existence casts too much shadow on him.

"It's just because of a young man who has just entered meditation, Hua Jiebing so ruthlessly planted the seeds of fear in my heart... the most poisonous woman's heart! Why a young man is in his early years is just an excuse, just because I am Qin Xiang's person , So by taking action, destroy my Dao Heart! Destroy my future!"

"I am like a fish in a pond..."

Luo Qingchen closed her eyes, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, her whole body trembled slightly.

In my mind, the image of yesterday lingered endlessly... like a nightmare eating my heart.

He saw the sword transformed by three thousand grains of spring rain, slashing across the sky.

He saw the chariot beside him was smashed into dust by the sword energy.

In the end, he also saw that the young man's spine was still upright under his pressure!

What's weird is that the boy's resolute face even overwhelmed Hua Jiebing's sword intent, lingering in his mind, unable to dispel...

His talent was originally extremely dazzling, but it has been dusted one after another. Now... I am afraid that many people have looked down on him. Let alone go one step further, becoming the prince's aide, he may even lose his status in the Qin Mansion and his prestige in the Academy of Arts.

This time, he was even more affected because of a young man who had just entered meditation.

It made Luo Qingchen quite irritated, that young man... is also worthy of stepping into his Dao heart?
"Old Luo."

Luo Qingchen let out a breath and called out softly.

The door opened, and a burly figure stepped into the house. It was the driver who had been driving for him before, sitting on the shaft.

"gentlemen."

The coachman clasped his fists respectfully.

Luo Qingchen got up, wiped the cold sweat from her body with a towel, and asked lightly.

"I'll let you watch that boy, how is his recent situation?"

(End of this chapter)