Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 28 Dare to Kill Emperor Yuanmeng with a Broken Bamboo Sword
Mrs. Hua was indeed a little surprised. After completing the enlightenment of practice, her innate talent was extremely poor, but the young man's current performance, how could it seem like a poor talent?
The day before yesterday at the Tianbo Water Pavilion, three moments into meditation.

If you look at it again today, you will already be breathing.

It is not so easy to step into the second realm of refining the gods, what is needed is a mental accumulation, and everyone is practicing step by step to refine their minds.

Even if she is Hua Jiebing, who is known as a genius for refining magic, it took three full days and three nights of training with the help of Master's magic weapon to truly complete the fetal breath!

It is certainly impossible for An Le to be assisted by a magic weapon for refining the gods, so how can he do it himself?

Mrs. Hua is interested.

"Xixiang, go and ask Mr. An to come over."

Sitting up from the couch, Mrs. Hua smiled and looked at Xi Xiang, the personal servant girl standing quietly behind her.

"Yes, ma'am."

Xi Xiang was taken aback for a moment, then bowed to answer, without asking any further questions, went straight out of the main hall of the water pavilion and crossed the white jade arch bridge.

Guided by the servant girl Liu Xiang, An Le walked through the Lin Mansion with ease.

The spring mountains are warm and breezy, the curtains of the pavilions are left behind, and the willow swings are in the courtyard.

Singing Yingying and dancing swallows, the small bridge and flowing water are red.

The scenery of Lin Mansion is not only the sky waves and water pavilions, but the courtyards and attics in the mansion have their own characteristics. Walking on the blue stones, you feel like you are in a small garden.

Suddenly, a glamorous woman approached in the distance, Liu Xiang saw this and bowed her body to salute.

"Mr. An, madam, please, please follow Xixiang to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion."

Xixiang laughed.

As Mrs. Hua's personal maid, among the servants of the Lin family, her status is second only to "Ji Ying" and Lin Zhuifeng who are next to the old matriarch.

Compared with the remaining fragrance, it is too poor, so the posture is very low.

An Le froze for a moment, then nodded: "Then I will trouble Miss Xixiang to lead the way."

For An Le, who is handsome, elegant and courteous, Xi Xiang covers her mouth and smiles, her eyes roll around, she turns around charmingly, and her graceful figure leads the way.

After Anle thanked Miss Liuxiang, she followed Xixiang to the Water Pavilion.

In the main hall of the water pavilion, Mrs. Hua is no longer in the mood to study the works of Confucianism. Instead, she squats by the pond, splashing fish food, and feeding the beautiful carp in the pond.

"coming."

Mrs. Hua finished sprinkling the last handful of fish food in her palm, and stood up gracefully. The spring sun shone, and it reflected on the beautiful face of this lady of unknown age. She was so beautiful that she was not like a mortal woman.

"Have you refined your spirit into the womb?" Mrs. Hua gently lifted her lotus steps, and walked steadily from the rockery pile by the pool to the flat ground of the main hall.

An Le was not surprised that Mrs. Hua found out that she had made a breakthrough. Mrs. Hua's strength was unfathomable, and she was definitely a strong person who surpassed the five realms.

"I had a chance last night, and it's a breakthrough."

An Le didn't hide anything, she told the truth.

"Oh? How did you break through? Can you explain in detail?" Mrs. Hua was very interested, and there was a trace of inquiry in Lingdong's eyes.

An Le smiled: "A friend of mine came to visit yesterday, and he drew an ink painting of bamboo and stone. In the process of painting, I got something occasionally, or the technique of painting bamboo echoed the painting of sword and waterfall, so I worked hard and established my breath."

"Painting?" Mrs. Hua did not expect An Le to give such an answer.

"Ink painting of bamboo and stone? Painting bamboo in ink?"

Mrs. Hua was puzzled, she also had research on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but in Dazhao, there were very few people who painted bamboo with ink and wash, and most of them painted bamboo with fine brushwork.

"Forget it, it seems that you are extremely talented in painting, but you can get a glimpse of it from your sketches, which is good, but it is accidental to realize it after all, and the next road to refining the gods is still full of thorns. Visualize the sword picture every day, don't slack off."

Mrs. Hua sincerely said that she saw An Le's late blooming talent, and she didn't want him to bury and waste this talent.

An Le's face was serious, and he cupped his fists and bowed: "Thank you for your teaching, Madam, Xiaosheng will definitely keep it in mind."

"I didn't expect you to be proficient in ink painting, but I wanted you to splash ink on the spot. Unfortunately, I will ask for visitors later, so I'll watch you dance ink and wash some other day."

Madam Hua said with some regret.

An Le smiled: "Xiaosheng will come to the Lin Mansion every day. If Madam wants to view paintings, Xiaosheng will do it after returning."

Mrs. Hua nodded slightly.

An Le bid farewell, left the Tianbo Water Pavilion, and headed towards the Martial Arts Hall to paint for the young masters.

The Tianbo Water Pavilion returned to silence.

The spring breeze blows through the hall, and Mrs. Hua's clothes are slightly swayed.

"The painting of bamboo by a teenager resonates with the painting of sword and waterfall?"

"The four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum have tens of thousands of painters, but few can truly be called masters. The four gentlemen correspond to the four qualities of arrogance, seclusion, indifference, and ease. If you want to resonate with your heart, you must use quality as a guide when painting...Young man Can you grasp the quality of bamboo?"

"If the young man's ink and bamboo painting is really unique, maybe he can be recommended to Dazhao's bamboo painters. Dazhao's bamboo painters can be called masters, but there are only three people. With a broken bamboo sword, you dare to kill the old uncle of Emperor Yuanmeng."

Mrs. Hua murmured softly, going through Da Zhao's bamboo paintings in her mind.

Suddenly, the maidservant said respectfully, "Ma'am, the chariot is ready."

"Can the invitation be sent to Ye Mansion?" Mrs. Hua asked.

"The maidservant sent it in person yesterday." Xi Xiang said solemnly, as Mrs. Hua's personal maid, she naturally knew why Mrs. Hua sent the invitation to Ye Mansion.

As a family of martial arts like Lin's, Ye's Mansion has a pivotal position in Lin'an Mansion.

The news about the examination in front of the palace has already spread, and Mrs. Hua also wants to take action.

"Did Mrs. Ye ever refuse?" Mrs. Hua asked softly.

Xi Xiang paused, hesitated and said, "I never refused, but... I never agreed."

Mrs. Hua nodded, and walked slowly across the white jade railing.

"If you don't refuse, you agree. Let's go. Don't make Mrs. Ye wait for a long time."

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The sun rises from the valley to raise the wood, and the cold smoke gathers the bamboo.

sixth mountain.

An unnamed leisure pavilion on the Daping.

In the pavilion, the three of them sat facing each other, still savoring An Le's ink painting of bamboo and stone. The morning light sprinkled from the end of the horizon and fell on the scroll, shining brightly.

"You can get a glimpse of people by looking at the painting. The person who made this ink, bamboo and stone painting has a tiger in his chest, has a restrained spirit, and has the air of a gentleman. It resonates with what he has learned to practice the sword. He is a rare seedling who is good at practicing swords."

The middle-aged man in white with a large pine sword box on his back was silent, but finally commented on this painting.

The old man in a Confucian shirt stroked his beard and nodded: "Ink painting bamboo is relatively rare in Dazhao, and it is even rarer to be able to draw a style, and this painting is very good. Bamboo lies more in poetry and calligraphy."

"Thousands of blows are still strong, let the east, west, north and south winds... A painter should have suffered hardships, but he is not afraid of sufferings. He will not be afraid of sufferings. He will stand still despite the hardships. A gentleman's spine is as straight as a pillar of heaven. This word is weird and unrestrained, seemingly uninhibited, but it actually draws on the strengths of a hundred schools of thought and is quite methodical."

"Looking at paintings, tasting poems, and seeing characters... It's not bad to see the nature of a painter."

The man in white with the pine sword box on his back thought for a while, and said: "It's just that the power of mind and spirit integrated into the painting is a bit weak, otherwise this painting would be even more valuable, so I don't hesitate to use some fifth-grade magic weapons."

Zhao Huangting, an old man from Taimiao, couldn't help laughing: "If you all think it's good, then that's good. As for the lack of mental strength, it's because the little friend who is a painter can't cultivate his gods until he enters meditation. With the help of painting, he has just stepped into his fetal breath..."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the old man in Confucianism shirt and the man in white changed.

Are you Zhao Huangting joking?

The painter... just breathed out?

Zhao Huangting smiled and said: "I have a good relationship with this little friend, but unfortunately, little friend offended Qin Fu, even though Lin Fu Hua Jie Bing protects you, but you also know that the Lin Fu is about to catastrophe, so you will kill yourself It's hard to guarantee, the old man wants to find a way out for him."

"I went to the Academy of Arts to find you, an old man, and wanted to use this painting to let my little friend enter the Academy of Arts as a Mr. Bamboo Painter, but since I have come to the sixth mountain, let's take a look, my friend, can this painting be admitted to the sixth mountain?" Six Mountains, occupying one of the mountain guards?"

The first sun shines on the high forest, and Zhao Huangting's words linger in the ancient pavilion.

The old man in the Confucian shirt squinted his eyes, reflecting the light of the early sun, and looked at the bamboo and stone picture.

"Zhao Huangting, you are wrong. The number of guardians of the mountain is very precious. The Lord of the Six Mountains is the god of abundance. This son is only a child who cultivates the gods. How can he talk about the Lord of the Six Mountains. He will enter the painting pavilion of our Academy of Arts and pass on the painting skills of ink and bamboo. Start a frenzy of ink bamboo."

The man in white with the pine sword box on his back slowly turned his head and looked at the old man in Confucian shirt.

"The painting is good, but it can be broken. The Academy of Arts is not yours. If Qin Lishi comes, you will be tied up and feel aggrieved to enter your Academy of Arts."

"I'm different. On the sixth mountain, I have a sword. Qin Lishi dare not come, so be happy."

In the pavilion.

Zhao Huangting also looked at it in a daze.

He never thought that these two people who played a pivotal role in Da Zhao would actually fight for someone in front of him!
(End of this chapter)