Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

chapter 36

The chilly spring rain outside the house released the chill that was constantly enveloping and approaching.

Same as Luo Qingchen's mood at this moment.

His steps froze, his neck tilted slightly, his temple hair was hanging down, his eyebrows were frowned, but his pupils reflected a bit of disbelief, even... absurdity.

"impossible!"

Anle? !This name...isn't it the young painter who got into the Lin Mansion?

That young man who braved the spring rain and under his coercion, still stood upright, never lowered his brows and bowed his back, was a disgusting young man!
The boy... how could he be a master of bamboo painting? !

His paintings were even introduced to the Academy of Arts, which aroused the appreciation and praise of the two masters, and caused many gentlemen of the Academy of Arts to praise and analyze each other, and was even called by Mr. An Yu.

Luo Qingchen was a little dazed, and the next moment, his eyes were fixed: "It's just a painting."

Indeed, it’s just a painting, which doesn’t explain much.

He continued to walk and came to an unoccupied seat. He should have sat down, but after thinking about it, he continued to move forward and came under the main case.

"Second Master, Third Master."

Luo Qingchen held the disciple's salute, bowed and bowed.

The second master stroked his beard, glanced at Luo Qingchen, and gradually withdrew his smile: "The sword will linger on the heart of the Tao, and it will be dusty again, and your future will become more and more bumpy."

Luo Qingchen bowed, and said softly: "I believe in myself, this disciple should be able to wear away the dust of my heart."

The second master shook his head: "Forget it, you just need to know it yourself. After all, Hua Jiebing is not Li You'an. You do have a chance to wear down her sword intent. If you can kill it successfully, you can make great progress."

"Master, I have a request from my disciple. I would like to take a look at this ink bamboo painting."

Luo Qingchen said.

"That's right, you came late and haven't seen the painting yet, so just watch it."

The second master heard the words, but he never refused. With a flick of his hand, the scroll placed on the table suddenly flew up, and the mounted scroll rolled down, and a sharp sword intent came out of the scroll!

Luo Qingchen's eyes froze, staring at the scroll, the ink-colored bamboo and stone were vivid on the paper.

It seems that there is a gust of wind blowing, and the bamboo leaves are noisy, like a waterfall of swords pouring down.

The painting is indeed extraordinary, the ink bamboo is like a gentleman's proud backbone, standing upright in the world regardless of the east, west, north, south wind!
Is this the boy's painting? !
Although such a fierce sword intent is not too powerful, it is perfectly integrated into the painting, which is unique!
Luo Qingchen suddenly thought of the fact that after An Le practiced the gods and entered the samadhi, three days after the birth, it seemed that An Le might use this painting to train the gods and rest the fetus!

Wasn't it just as he guessed, Mrs. Hua gave the young man some kind of magic weapon for refining the gods, so as to pull the seedlings out of the way to encourage the growth of the fetus!

A young man...has talent for poetry, painting, extraordinary talent for swordsmanship, and an indomitable will.

Now standing on the opposite side of him, the threat... cannot be underestimated.

The old man in Confucian clothes, the third master Wang Banshan, watched Luo Qingchen's sword intent with a dusty heart, and felt the sword intent in the picture scroll, and suddenly smiled.

"Luo Qingchen, it's been ten years since you entered the academy. Back then you entered Lin'an with high spirits and amazing talents. Unfortunately, you lost against Li You'an and your dao heart is dusty. Your talent is rare in a hundred years, but your dao heart is really delicate. "

"This painting of black bamboo contains the perseverance of a gentleman, and it is quite suitable for you. If you have time, you should learn the painting method of black bamboo from the artist who made this painting, Mr. An Le. It will be of great benefit to your heart."

As soon as the third master's words fell, Luo Qingchen froze for a moment, his face was rather ugly.

Let him learn painting from An Le?
Luo Qingchen has his own arrogance, asking for advice from a young man who was once oppressed by him?

These three masters deliberately punished him? !
Luo Qingchen took a deep breath and felt his cheeks being slapped, but he was facing the third master, a highly respected Confucian in the Academy of Arts, so he could only hold back his breath.

"Thank you Master for your teachings."

Luo Qingchen calmly said.

The third master stroked his beard, looked at Luo Qingchen, and said indifferently: "Your heart is not humble enough."

"Since you know what I taught, you just have time today. You can trace this ink bamboo painting in front of everyone, give you a demonstration, and analyze the ink bamboo painting technique."

Luo Qingchen maintained the posture of bowing and bowing, and raised his head to look at the third master.

The third master stroked his beard and smiled lightly.

After a long silence, Luo Qingchen said softly: "Here."

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……

Tianbo Water Pavilion.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and hundreds of millions of grains of spring rain were overturned and fell on the black tile roof, making a crisp and dripping sound.

The rain fell in the big pool in front of the water pavilion, causing ripples, and the ripples swayed and blended together. I don't know if it is the spring rain or the water in the pool.

In the hall, An Le is painting, concentrating on it, and the spring wind and rain can't affect him.

It is still painting bamboo, using ink and wash to paint bamboo, scorched ink and light ink overlap to form layers, the main pole of the thin bamboo, scolded in one go, and the stroke of the brush is the bamboo joint, which is concise and clear, and then the bamboo leaves, with a pause and a stroke, An Le melted into the mind of Jianpu in the fetal breath state, and the bamboo leaves were like swords coming out of their sheaths.

Painting bamboo and stone, flowing clouds and flowing water.

The wind and rain outside the house are like a sudden storm, just like the state of mind of Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng who are watching the painting, watching Anle and painting bamboo, the bamboo in the painting seems to be facing the storm, still proud!
Mrs. Hua had already left the couch, stepped on her embroidered shoes, walked to the table, stared at the picture scroll intently.

A good painting has a soul. Mrs. Hua, who is well aware of what happened to Anle, has a special feeling for the bamboo in the painting. The Hsinchu standing stubbornly on the rock is just like the backbone of a young man who stood upright under the pressure of Luo Qingchen in the spring rain. .

Mrs. Hua observed carefully, and found that the painting contained a spirit of peace and happiness, but at this moment, this spirit actually echoed her majestic and abyss-like spirit.

The mind spreads uncontrollably, and in an instant, the sky waves and water pavilions turn into bamboo forests and small buildings, dense green bamboos sway gracefully, and the sound of waves in the bamboo sea is just like silk and bamboo.

An Le painted the last stroke in one go, and looked up to see such a wonderful scene.

Turning his head, he saw Mrs. Hua's beautiful face close to the distance, her eyes seemed to contain stars, as if she wanted to absorb his mind into it, and fell into a boundless illusion.

[Natural Swordsman] Daoguo trembled, as if a sword light cut An Le's sight away, and retracted his gaze, An Le let out a breath, feeling lingering fear.

Mrs. Hua's cultivation is unfathomable.

The mind is released, and Mrs. Hua, who built the wonders of the bamboo forest, also feels it. She puts away her lost mind, and the surrounding bamboo sea disappears in an instant.

"good."

Looking at An Le, who was able to cut through the artistic conception of her heart sword, she couldn't help but praise.

This occasional moment of enlightenment made Mrs. Hua's mind a bit stronger. Although she didn't take an important step, she also improved significantly.

Mrs. Hua praised Anle, but she smiled and filled up her pen.

So I signed it on the drawing paper with the inscription in Banqiao style:
Although Shi does not speak, he loves Hsinchu, bamboo cannot speak, loves the foot of the mountain, the young man is full of spring breeze, and he is playing a game for you.An Le presents flowers to Mrs.

When the signature was completed, the wolf hair was raised instantly, and the spring breeze lingered between the water pavilions in an instant.

Seeing this inscription, Mrs. Hua's vermilion lips curled up and she smiled.

She was very happy to receive the painting from the young man, today she finally saw the ink bamboo that the young man could conquer that senior, and she also understood somewhat why the old man was willing to give the young man a sword.

Just because young people painting bamboo is like dancing swords.

There is sword energy in the heart, there is sword energy in the pen, there is sword energy in the painting!
Mrs. Hua's eyes were shining.

She suddenly had an idea in her mind, the Lord of the Sixth Mountain has a pair of sword boxes, in which there are [-] swords hidden, which is said to contain all the swords in the world.

Could it be that after looking at the painting, he just chose to open the mountain and choose the guardian of the mountain.

Or in other words, the sixth mountain lord only opened the mountain for the boy in front of him?

Mrs. Hua thought so, and fell into deep thought.

The sudden spring rain suddenly calmed down.

Pattering, like a gentle beauty, carrying the soft spring breeze, it makes people very comfortable.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng also observed An Le's painting, and they only felt an indescribable imagery. The impressive young man seemed to have transformed, with a kind of extraordinary self-confidence.

Lin Zhuifeng leaned over to the table, looked at the ink bamboo painting, she, who didn't have much ink in her chest, couldn't help saying with emotion: "Wow, the painting is amazing!"

There was also admiration in Lin Qingyin's eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a little entangled in her heart. She really wanted to learn this ink and bamboo painting method...but she hasn't learned sketching yet, which is melancholy.

Mrs. Hua returned to her mind from her thoughts, she was in a good mood, her eyes fell on the scroll, and then glanced at Anle.

After finishing the painting, the young man stood in the main hall in white clothes, with a bamboo sword on his waist, and with a warm face, neither arrogant nor impatient.

"You gave me the painting of ink bamboo. As an elder, I naturally cannot accept this painting in vain. I should have given you a sword, but you have already been given a bamboo sword by an elder, and the rest of the swords are all insignificant in front of the bamboo sword. sincerity..."

Mrs. Hua was full of smiles, looking at the boy with a mysterious smile.

"After thinking about it, I decided to give you a special gift in return."

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