Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 37
The wind in the water pavilion became more and more gentle, like the Fuze spring that awakened all things to revive, and when it was blowing on the face, there was a kind of comfort that made the pores glow.

In the main hall, there is a strong fragrance of ink.

Special gift?
An Le was at a loss when she heard Mrs. Hua's words after she smiled mysteriously.

In fact, he didn't ask for anything in return for giving Mrs. Hua the painting of ink and bamboo.

Just because Mrs. Hua showed him the way forward and illuminated the green light on the road of practice, it was enough for the young man to paint without asking for anything in return.

However, Mrs. Hua obviously does not want to accept the boy's gift of painting in vain.

Mrs. Hua was admiring the ink bamboo painting on the table. Compared with sketches, it was obvious that such ink paintings made Mrs. Hua more happy.

The reason Mrs. Hua appreciates the sketches is because An Le's sketches are lifelike, and they capture the melancholy and sadness that she felt when she parted with her husband back then.

However, An Le's ink painting of bamboo is unique, and it can even be said to create a new school of ink and bamboo. There are many bamboo painters in Da Zhao, but only a few of them paint bamboo with ink.

The main hall of the water pavilion is quite quiet, there is no sound, only a few people's breathing is lingering.

An Le stood in place in white with wide sleeves, waiting for Mrs. Hua's so-called special gift, but... After waiting for a while, Mrs. Hua didn't make any move.

An Le was a little puzzled, and looked at Mrs. Hua suspiciously.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were also at a loss, and they were even quite curious about the special gift that the eldest lady gave Anle.
Practice method?Or practice magic weapon?
But these are not special.

Mrs. Hua admired the painting, raised her head to look at An Le, and couldn't help but smile: "What are you looking at, sit down and drink tea, you will know after three days."

"I can't give it to you now."

An Le heard the words, but did not doubt Mrs. Hua's words, and believed that Mrs. Hua would not play tricks on him.

Three days later, it will be known that Mrs. Hua's ceremony has something to do with the opening of the Sixth Mountain to recruit the guards?
Madame wants to help him become the guardian of the sixth mountain lord?
An Le couldn't figure it out so she stopped thinking about it.

For the rest of the time, Madam Hua stayed in the waterside pavilion drinking tea and discussing paintings.

Miss Xixiang has a graceful figure, and she is quite unique in making tea. The tea ceremony is pleasing to the eye, and the peace of mind is peaceful.

During the period, Mrs. Hua and Anle explained some difficult points in the "Sword Waterfall Picture" and some tips in the process of visualizing the sword picture, which benefited Anle a lot.

The spring rain gradually stopped, and the air was filled with a scent of cleansing.

The sky was getting late, and the looming rays of light jumped out of the corners of the cheeks from behind the evening clouds, reflecting the sky and the sea of ​​clouds.

An Le bid farewell to Mrs. Hua, and was sent off by Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng, and left the Lin Mansion.

Holding a folded oil-paper umbrella in his hand, a broken bamboo sword is pinned to his waist, and a black and white jade pendant hangs on it.

The young Zhuo Zi is like a god, causing passers-by on the street to look back frequently.

Strolling along the long street, he went to Yanchunli for a pot of wine as usual, and then took a detour to Dingya Lane. He remembered that the old man of the Taimiao once said that the old rice wine in Yanchunli is very good, but the meat is not good, and eating meat is not good. I have to go to the beef shop in Dingya Lane.

Therefore, Anle went to Dingya Lane, found the beef shop that the old Taimiao said, and cut a catty of stewed beef before returning to Taimiao Lane leisurely and comfortably.

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The Academy of Arts, in a complex of black and white pavilions.

The glow washed by the spring rain falls from among the clouds and reflects on the window sill, making the hanging water droplets burst into colorful luster.

Luo Qingchen put down the pen in his hand with an ugly expression.

Looking at the ink painting of bamboo and stone on the table that I personally traced, a look of embarrassment flashed in my eyes.

The surrounding gentlemen from the Academy of Arts all gathered together, appreciating and commenting on the ink bamboo depicted by Luo Qingchen.

"That's right, as expected of Mr. Luo, the one drawn by the ink bamboo is also seven or eight percent similar."

"It's a pity that the artistic conception is a little bit worse. It lacks the character of a gentleman who stands proudly in the world and lets the wind from east to west..."

"No wonder Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo's heart has been covered with dust one after another. I can't understand that feeling."

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The gentlemen of the Academy of Arts all had sharp eyes, Luo Qingchen did a good job of tracing, although there was still a difference in technique from Anle's Mo Zhu, but as the first tracing, Luo Qingchen had already done a good job.

The shape is in place, but the meaning is too far away. The most important thing for a painter to paint is the meaning.

Luo Qingchen is not a professional painter, and everyone didn't pursue it. In addition, Luo Qingchen's defeat by Li Youan broke his back, and his moral heart was dusty. Naturally, there was a gap between the gentleman's integrity revealed in the painting.

But it is one thing to know it, and another thing to say it when evaluating.

Luo Qingchen's face was gloomy and terrifying, as if his face was being pulled out and he was constantly being whipped.

Of course, what made Luo Qingchen feel uncomfortable the most was that he couldn't paint An Le's painting, even the gap was quite large.

"Master, the students have finished painting."

Luo Qingchen put down her pen, and cupped her fists to salute the two masters sitting on the main desk.

"The student has something to do at home, so I will leave today." Luo Qingchen said, then turned around and walked hurriedly, with his clothes flying, and left the pavilion.

The second master glanced at the third master: "Why do you drag him out to suffer this humiliation?"

The third master stroked his beard and smiled: "You know what I mean, Luo Qingchen's talent is good, but it's a pity that his mood is not good, he is easily frustrated, his Taoism is too delicate, and he will be dusty at every turn. If he can calm down, feel the artistic conception in the painting, reflect on himself, and realize Among them, the tenacity and integrity, there is still a chance to wash away the dust on the Taoist heart."

"Unfortunately, he never grasped it."

"It's a pity that Luo Qingchen's belief in cultivation will not be pure after entering Qin Xiangfu as a staff member."

The third master sighed lightly.

The second master was silent for a moment, and said: "Luo Qingchen should also know this, so in three days' time, he will go to the foot of the sixth mountain to compete for the place of guardian of the mountain. If he can enter the holy mountain, his Dao heart will fade away from the dust and become clear exquisite."

The third master laughed and said nothing when he heard the words.

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Luo Qingchen descended the bluestone steps. After a spring rain, the foot of the Academy of Arts was filled with smoke, dotted with black and white buildings, and the clouds were deep, like a fairyland.

The burly coachman sat quietly on the shaft of the carriage, and Mr. Luo said that he would be back in a while, and it took a long time before he knew it.

Although he was puzzled, the coachman was not dissatisfied at all.

Going up to the cold mountain with a slanted stone path, Luo Qingchen returned with a gloomy complexion in a fancy dress, without saying a word, got into the carriage.

"Go to Qin Xiangfu."

Luo Qingchen's tone was cold, as if mixed with anger.

"Here."

The burly driver was wearing a bamboo hat, and there was still fresh spring rain on it. He didn't ask any questions, but only responded, and began to drive the luxurious chariot slowly, heading towards Qin Xiang's mansion.

In the carriage, Luo Qingchen sat upright and closed his eyes, there seemed to be a string in his heart, vibrating and beating violently.

The humiliation he suffered today was not imposed by the young man, but that painting was made by the young man. The contrast in the mood in the painting made Luo Qingchen feel aggrieved and unwilling.

A young man has a gentleman's integrity in painting bamboo, and stands proudly in the world, but the world says that he, Luo Qingchen, does not have such arrogance, and cannot draw the charm of ink bamboo...

Those words were either unintentional or eccentric, but they really disturbed his heart like silk and bamboo.

It's easy for those gentlemen from the Academy of Arts to say, but if this young man is allowed to face Li You'an, will his Taoism still be as rock-like? !Will you still have the courage to draw your sword? !
Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, and then exhaled again, enduring her distorted mood.

He knew he had lost his composure.

There is a picture that keeps lingering in front of my eyes. It is the picture of the young man bathing in the spring rain, straightening his spine under his pressure, and never bending his eyebrows.

The boy in the picture is very dazzling.

Although it has never been like dust on Dao's heart, it can still haunt him after all, which makes him quite uncomfortable.

"Three days later, when the sixth mountain opens, I have to enter the holy mountain, and my heart will wash away the dust, and the glory of the past will be restored. All the ridicules and insults will eventually disappear like clouds after the rain."

Inside the Huache, Luo Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, and there was a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

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As the sun goes down, twilight falls.

Qingbo Street is becoming less and less populated.

An Le carried a pot of old rice wine and the stewed beef from Dingya Lane, and returned to the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane.

The corpses in the courtyard had already been cleaned up, and with the spring rain that washed away all day, there was no trace of blood.

The leaves on the old locust tree are stained with fresh spring rain, shining brightly in the sunlight.

An Le took out a small table from the house, put old wine and beef on it, set down two bamboo stools facing each other, and waited for the old man of Taimiao.

After waiting for a while, before the old man came, An Le sat on the bamboo chair and slowly closed his eyes.

Mind moved.

Today in the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, the ray of golden age that was absorbed from Mrs. Hua suddenly emerged and bloomed with golden light.

An Le had already absorbed a ray of golden time energy from Mrs. Hua before, condensing the time Tao fruit [Sword Dancer].

This is the first time that An Le has absorbed a second ray of golden years from the same person.

The years are like flowing gold, condensed into incense sticks, burning curls, and the smoke is ethereal.

Some pictures are like throwing stones into a quiet lake, causing waves and ripples.

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