Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 40 Now that you are here, this mountain is open for you
The streets and alleys in the early morning in the rain were extremely quiet, the chariots parked slowly, the horses breathed out the hot air in their nostrils, and raised their hooves to kick lightly from time to time.

The young man stood beside the carriage with an umbrella in his hand, his handsome face showed a slight astonishment.

An Le never thought that Mrs. Hua would personally send him to Sixth Mountain.

"Get in the car, what are you still doing?"

Mrs. Hua glanced at An Le, and said coldly.

An Le, who came back to his senses, smiled gently, and bowed to Mrs. Hua, then closed his umbrella, and wanted to sit sideways on the shaft of the car.

"Young master, this is the villain's position, please enter the compartment."

Pulling the reins, the old coachman wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat was somewhat speechless and reminded.

"come in."

In the carriage, Mrs. Hua's voice came.

An Le was a little embarrassed, and apologized to the driver. Braving the drizzle, she shook off the water stains on the oiled paper umbrella before lifting the curtain and stepping into the cabin.

Compared with the cold spring outside the car, there is a carbon stove inside the car to boil water, and the temperature is quite warm, so there is nowhere for the cold spring to enter.

In the carriage, Mrs. Hua is dressed in simple white clothes today, like a woman traveling in leisure time, holding a volume of books, some preserved fruits on the table, and hot tea.

Of course, Mrs. Hua was not the only one in the carriage, Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were also sitting in it, Lin Qingyin nodded slightly towards Anle, Lin Zhuifeng pursed his lips and suppressed a smile.

"Xiaosheng has seen his wife."

An Le was not embarrassed, entered the carriage, and bowed to Mrs. Hua. Mrs. Hua nodded and motioned him to sit down.

The horseshoe lightly falls on the stone slab, like the ringing of an ancient clock pan, accompanied by the clatter of the carriage.

After a moment of silence, An Le began to bluntly absorb the air of time, first all at Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin.

Lin Zhuifeng had more than a dozen wisps of aging energy in his body, which was enough for Anle to squeeze out a few times, but the ninth sister, Lin Qingyin, had already been drained, and after the three wisps were absorbed, there was no trace of aging energy left.

This is the second practitioner who has been sucked dry by An Le, the first is Huang Xian, the head of the black yamen, and the second is Lin Qingyin.

They are all guides on the path of Anle's practice, and Anle is grateful to them.

After inhaling the two of them, An Le finally absorbed the time energy from Mrs. Hua, barely absorbing a ray.

At this point, Anle's exhausted time energy has reached seven wisps again.

There is no rush to arrange these seven wisps of time, because the peace in the carriage is finally broken.

"Mr. An, did you think that there was only the eldest lady in the car, so you didn't dare to enter the car?"

Lin Zhuifeng was wearing a green suit today, with a fire stick pinned to his waist, and said winkingly.

Seeing An Le's shy and innocent appearance before, Lin Zhuifeng laughed.

An Le was not ashamed when she heard the words, a smile like a spring breeze bloomed on her handsome face.

"I didn't expect that the young master would go to the Sixth Mountain with us. Do you also want to try to see if you can be favored by the sixth mountain owner and become the guardian of the sixth mountain?"

After opening the chatter box, Lin Zhuifeng didn't intend to stop, and continued: "However, your master's cultivation is really poor. Although the mountain masters choose to guard the mountain, they don't care about their cultivation, but their eyesight, but their cultivation is too low. The chances of being selected are even lower."

"It's okay, just go and see the world." An Le smiled.

Lin Zhuifeng admired An Le's unrestrained energy. Of course, it could not be ruled out that because of An Lesheng's good looks, if he was someone who was born with an ugly face, Lin Zhuifeng would definitely spit out a hypocritical and hypocritical sentence.

"Young Master, if you want to charge the mountain guard, then we are opponents... Mrs. An, who do you think is more suitable for the Sixth Mountain Lord?"

Lin Zhuifeng turned to look at Mrs. Hua.

"Going to the Sixth Mountain, you are just going to watch the excitement, give up your mind."

While reading, Mrs. Hua raised her eyelids slightly, poking her heart ruthlessly.

Lin Zhuifeng froze for a moment, his cheeks puffed up, and he wanted to refute.

"Okay, be quiet, and cultivate your mind."

Mrs. Hua glanced at Lin Zhuifeng who was still trying to twitter.

Lin Zhuifeng immediately shut up, lowered his head, a little unconvinced, and began to cultivate his mind.

Lin Qingyin pursed her lips and smiled, and also sat quietly, closing her eyes and resting her mind.

Mrs. Hua held the great Confucian book "Question of Virtue" in her hand, looked at An Le, and after a little thought, she said, "The guardian of the mountain looks at the eyes of the owner of every holy mountain, so do you know how to talk to the holy master?"

An Le was startled, she didn't expect Mrs. Hua to suddenly turn the corner and ask this question, she shook her head honestly: "Xiaosheng only knows that it is very difficult to talk to a holy master, even if there are many talented and beautiful people, they can't do it."

"Madam, have you ever talked to the Holy Master?"

An Le was suddenly curious.

Mrs. Hua turned her head and looked out of the car window. At some time, the carriage had left Lin'an Mansion, and was galloping on the official road that was revived by the spring rain and full of new grass and tender flowers.

"I am a teacher of Ganye Temple, and I have never met a holy master."

Mrs. Hua murmured, then looked away and looked at An Le: "To talk to a saint, three conditions are required, one of which is indispensable."

"First, it is not difficult to win the championship in front of the temple and become the number one scholar in the temple. Since ancient times, dynasties have changed, and champions of men and women have appeared frequently. It is not uncommon for champions to be champions. It is the proof of seeing the holy master and talking to the holy master."

An Le was surprised when he heard this, it was the first time he had learned such secrets.

"Is this the condition set by the holy master?" An Le was a little curious.

But Mrs. Hua shook her head and didn't reply immediately. After drinking a cup of hot tea, she said: "A holy master never sets rules."

"This is the rule established by the first mountain master."

Lin Zhuifeng who was at the side had already been in no mood to cultivate his mind. Hearing about Mi Xin, whom she didn't even know, his eyes widened: "Ma'am, you only mentioned two conditions, what about the third condition?"

Mrs. Hua smiled: "The third condition, I don't know."

Inside the carriage, it suddenly became quiet.

Mrs. Hua doesn't know...

So what's the point of talking for a long time?

"The third condition is that every person who wants to see the holy master is faced with something different. It may be very easy, but it can also be extremely difficult."

"After completing the first two conditions, when climbing the holy mountain, you will face the last test."

"Most people fail the last test."

Even Mrs. Hua couldn't help but sigh at this moment.

An Le took a deep breath, his heart trembled slightly, countless practitioners went on and on, just to be able to talk to the holy master and get into the holy mountain, but too many amazing, talented and beautiful people failed.

An Le couldn't help thinking, would he have a chance to meet and talk to the Holy Master?
He doesn't know, because this is the lifelong goal of too many practitioners, and perhaps, it will also become his goal of happiness.

However, An Le was puzzled, why did Mrs. Hua tell him this?

Does this have anything to do with today's owner of the sixth mountain, the founder of the mountain and the choice of the guardian of the mountain?

"arrive!"

Just when An Le was deep in thought, Lin Zhuifeng shouted excitedly in the carriage. She leaned in front of the window on the other side, lifted the silk curtain, and the fine spring rain poured in from the window, bringing the icy spring chill.

Through the window of the car, An Le glimpsed the high mountain rising from the ground, the Jiange towering and Cui Wei, like a giant sword that fell into the world, standing majestically on the ground.

Vaguely, An Le felt that on that high mountain, someone was looking at the world, and the eyes seemed to fall on him beyond the mountains.

Qingshan wants to share the high-level human language, and there are countless thousands of horses.

Misty rain is low back, it seems that it will never come.

An Le felt a sudden feeling in his heart, the broken bamboo sword pinned to his waist trembled slightly, as if an invisible sword wanted to spread out of the bamboo sword and soar into the sky.

In the carriage, Mrs. Hua pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes sparkling.

Raising the plain hand slightly, the restless sword intent of the Pozhu Sword returned to calm.

……

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Misty and dangerous pavilions, laughing and talking alone on the thousand peaks.

sixth mountain.

Amidst the misty rain in the middle of the mountain, there is a leisure pavilion.

A middle-aged man in Tsing Yi stood still on the spot, and the spring breeze brought spring rain beads from outside the pavilion, stirring his sleeves like a blade, cutting through the mist and rain.

There is a pine sword box on the side of the body, and one hand rests lightly on the box, like a sculpture.

Down the mountain.

Spiritual energy is intertwined, qi and blood are filled like smoke, and the mind is scattered like mist. Many practitioners gather at the foot of the mountain, and they have already started all kinds of struggles, in order to be able to enter the sixth mountain and become the guardian of the mountain.

Although at this moment, the sixth mountain has not yet opened, a tacit understanding has been spontaneously formed among the practitioners. Under the invisible disputes, some people leave the field regretfully, and some climb up to the high place in high spirits, waiting for the sixth mountain to open.

The man's primordial spirit was swept away, and he took it back. Among these people, there was no one he wanted to see.

His gaze, eyelids slightly raised.

Feeling the sword intent coming from afar, he hid three thousand swords and was naturally sensitive to the sword intent. The young painter Zhao Huangting mentioned had arrived.

On the sculpture-like face, the corners of the mouth could not help but be raised, looking stiff but sincere.

The man slapped the sword box, opened it an inch, and spat out two mouthfuls of sword light.

The sword light walked slowly around the man, and then the man tapped with his fingers.

The sword light came out like a rainbow.

The man raised his hands and put them together, the two sword lights intertwined immediately, and then the man pulled his hands like pulling a curtain.

In an instant.

With the Sixth Mountain as the center, there seems to be a sword energy piercing through the heaven and earth. The clouds in the sky, the spring breeze in the world, and the spring rain all over the sky are slowly opened to both sides like a curtain!

"Since you are here, this mountain is open for you."

"Open the mountain!"

The words fall.

After the evening clouds, spring breeze, and spring rain were torn apart, a piece of light was cleared, and the scorching sun shone from the nine heavens.

Sprinkled in the world, it seems to pave out a golden and bright sun avenue.

Invite the chariots that walk slowly on the mountain road, go straight into this golden sunshine avenue, and go straight to the sixth mountain.

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