Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 46 Going back, neither wind nor rain
The spring mud is rainy and slippery in the mirror, and the dawn tree is like a picture with clouds and light.

sixth mountain.

Half-mountain leisure pavilion.

The Sixth Mountain Lord, dressed in green, rested his palm on the pine sword box on the side, his eyes were lowered, he could see through the hazy mist and rain, and see the scenery below the mountain.

Mrs. Hua also stands curlingly in the pavilion, her plain clothes blowing in the spring breeze, her eyes full of surprise and satisfaction.

"I once saw An Le enter meditation in three moments, and he had full energy and blood in three days. I expected that his talent must be extraordinary. He is a late bloomer in the rough. With his spine that does not bow his eyebrows and bend his waist, he will definitely achieve something in the future."

"But I never thought that today would give me such a big surprise."

Mrs. Hua's voice echoed crisply like jewels falling on a plate.

On the stiff face of the Sixth Mountain Lord in the pavilion, there was also a smile: "The test of the little holy decree never depends on the level of cultivation, but on talent, temperament and opportunity."

"Although the little holy decree was issued by us and the mountain lord, each one contains the opportunity left by the holy master. Since it is an opportunity, it is naturally a fate."

"Chong Shunchao and Ye Chong have good talents, but they are more of a killing temperament cultivated on the battlefield. They don't match me in the perception of swords, so they are not even as good as Luo Qingchen in picking up steps on the mountain road, but they If we go to Third Brother’s Third Mountain, we may be able to go further.”

Mrs. Hua nodded slightly, agreeing with the Mountain Master's words.

"Luo Qingchen is talented, but the only flaw is that Li Youan broke his Dao heart back then. These years, his Dao heart has never been tough, but has become more and more fragile. This is also unexpected."

The sixth mountain lord said again, commenting on Luo Qingchen.

"An Le used the sword energy of the Sixth Mountain to quench his body and cast his spirit bones, and visualized the "Sword Waterfall Picture" you gave, gathering sword pools in the Niwan Palace. The two are two-pronged."

"Talent... good surprises me."

"The sword in my box is trembling with excitement. He is a very good successor. Unfortunately, he will not be my guardian of the mountain."

The Master of the Sixth Mountain looked cold, but under the coldness, there was a pity.

Mrs. Hua chuckled, looking through the mist and rain, she saw An Le holding an ink pool, and seemed to murmur: "This talent...is really surprising."

"Talent, character, and the attraction to the sword, all three are possessed, and Xiao Sheng made him deserve it."

The Sixth Mountain Lord has a solemn face.

He reached out and patted the pine wooden sword case, and the huge sword case fell on his back. He took a step, walked out of the pavilion, and headed down the mountain.

Mrs. Hua followed lightly.

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The torrential rain between heaven and earth, as the young man drew his sword, seemed to have his temper taken away, and suddenly became soft, like slender cow hair, fluttering, gentle and moist.

On the mountain road, many practitioners stopped and looked up at the young man holding a sword under the peach blossom tree at the [-]th step, all with complicated expressions.

The luck that each of them had in their hearts disappeared when An Le passed them lightly.

Competing for the Little Holy Order is a test of talent, character, and compatibility with the Little Holy Order.

Anle's difficulty at the beginning gave them hope, but later they realized that Anle was only borrowing the sword energy of Sixth Mountain to sharpen his own blood, and after breaking through, he showed his outstanding talent.

Yiqi Juechen broke the bondage and drew his sword easily.

Although Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were surprised, they were not disappointed. Originally, they came to try their luck, and their gains and losses were fate.

They also knew that the sixth mountain's sword energy did not suit them, and the possibility of obtaining the sixth mountain's small holy order was extremely slim.

Luo Qingchen stared blankly, retracted the soles of his feet that couldn't fall, but the dust on his heart didn't expand, maybe... it was numb.

It was also because Luo Qingchen himself didn't have much confidence in seizing the Little Holy Order, and the dust in his heart made him very clear that he was not worthy.

With a bitter face, Luo Qingchen took a deep look at the handsome young man holding a sword under the peach blossom tree.

Then he turned around and walked down the mountain without looking back.

This sad place, he didn't want to stay for a moment.

He had to go back and think about how to wash away the dust in his heart, and how he should go in the future.

The other cultivators took a second look at the young man holding a sword in the spring breeze, in the drizzle, and under the peach blossoms.

Then they all turned around and went down the mountain, they were eager to know all the news about the boy.

After today, in Lin'an Prefecture... this son will surely become famous!
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An Le holds the ink pool, feels the joyful trembling and sword chant of the sword in the ink pool, and enjoys the spring breeze and rain, and can't help feeling happy.

Body training breaks through the second level, and the breath of refining the gods is also condensed into the sword pool. There is a big leap forward, and the third level is refined, and it is getting closer.

It is also the harvest of this ink pool and small holy order.

It can be said that he has made a lot of money, and this trip to Sixth Mountain is worthwhile.

Holding the ink pool, he could feel a ray of sword energy contained in the sword, as long as he probed with his mind, he could feel it carefully.

That should be the Little Holy Order, one of the conditions for dialogue with the Holy Master.

An Le raised the corners of her lips, stroking the ink pool sword lightly, with a bright smile on her face and a good mood.

It would be great if there was a pot of old rice wine from Yanchunli wine shop at this moment.

Drink, taste swords, sing, and then go down the mountain.

The mist and rain are slight, and the music is drunk!

happy!

On the mountain road, there was only one elegant girl holding an umbrella, standing quietly watching the young man shining brightly in the spring rain.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain and Mrs. Hua, who carried the pine sword box on their backs, descended the stone steps to the side of Anle.

The girl was able to see with an umbrella, bowed her body and nodded: "Ye Family Ye Wenxi, I have met the Sixth Mountain Master and Mrs. Hua."

The Master of the Sixth Mountain put a blank face on his face, and nodded: "You already have the Little Sage Order, and you have already entered the list of Little Sages, why climb the ladder?"

The young girl Ye Wenxi took a look at An Le, and smiled lightly: "There is another newcomer on the list of little saints, so we have to get to know the opponent in advance to see if he deserves his name."

"Farewell, little girl."

After the girl Ye Wenxi finished speaking, she smiled freely, opened her umbrella and turned to leave.

An Le looked at the girl's back, and he also knew that the girl followed him all the way to the [-]th step. In fact, the girl is also qualified to take this little holy order.

In An Le's eyes, the age spirit on the girl's body is swaying like seaweed, if it is possible...

Ok?
An Le was suddenly overjoyed, his energy and blood had entered the second stage of body training, and the spirit of refining the gods gathered in the sword pool, and the column of [Yue Qi] in the time of the sage can be used again.

Without hesitation, An Le's heart moved, absorbing the youthful spirit from the girl!
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, the girl who turned around and went down the mountain didn't realize it, and didn't even know that she had given a wave in vain.

Three strands of time energy lingered around his fingertips, and then diffused into his body, An Le was satisfied, but with Mrs. Hua and the Sixth Mountain Lord by his side, he did not choose to observe the time energy.

The Master of the Sixth Mountain looked at An Le, his eyes were full of admiration and regret: "It's a pity that you didn't enter my Sixth Mountain...I am very satisfied with your black bamboo and your talent in swordsmanship, but it is true to have you as the guardian of the mountain." Qu Cai."

"My sixth mountain is open to you. If you have any new paintings, you can share them with me. Between climbing the mountain, you can use the sword energy in the mountain to baptize and temper your body. It is better than the monster jade pendant on your waist. "

The mountain master said.

An Le heard the words, and sincerely bowed her hands: "Thank you, Mountain Lord."

The Sixth Mountain Lord nodded, and said a little more: "The Little Sage Order is just the beginning, your cultivation is really low, and you can only be the last on the list of Little Sages."

"If you want to have a chance to talk to a saint master, you must at least be in the top three on the list of minor saints."

"You are too weak now, cherish your talent, don't waste it."

"One last sentence."

The Sixth Mountain Lord turned around coldly: "I'm optimistic about you."

Before An Le could react, he carried a huge pine sword box up the mountain.

Looking at the sixth mountain lord with quite a personality, An Le couldn't help but soften his face. He thought that he would offend the other party by refusing the invitation of the mountain guard, but now it seems that his thinking is narrow-minded.

Mrs. Hua chuckled: "What the mountain master said is the truth, and getting the little holy order is just the beginning, don't be arrogant."

Anle bowed and said yes.

"You go down the mountain, go back to Lin'an with Zhuifeng and Jiumei first, I still have something to do, so let's say goodbye."

Mrs. Hua stood in the spring breeze, looking at the boy with admiration in her eyes.

Then the sword light rose up around the body, leaped into the fog in the mountains, disappeared without a trace, and escaped into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

The spring rain has stopped, and there seems to be a setting sun behind the clouds.

Walking to the bottom of the mountain, An Le turned around and looked at the stone path in the mountain. He couldn't help but smile knowingly when he first climbed the mountain.

Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind, rain, or sunshine when I return.

An Le is dressed in white clothes, her spine is like a proud bamboo, there is a green mountain on her waist, and she holds a sword and ink pool.

Stepping on the mud of fallen flowers, accompanied by new grass after the rain.

He walked towards the chariot of the Lin family parked in the distance gracefully.

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The rain stops and the sand slips shallow, and the wind calms the wild cicadas.

The building complex with white walls and black tiles in the Academy of Arts was baptized by the spring rain, and the mist was hazy.

The ordinary thatched hut fell quietly, the water in the charcoal stove under the eaves was still boiling, and the heat was foggy.

The two old men playing chess are about to leave.

After tasting the last West Lake Longjing.

Taimiao old man Zhao Huangting stood up and stretched himself: "Let's end today's game of chess. There is no winner or loser between you and me. We will discuss it another day."

The third master is used to Zhao Huangting's shamelessness, he chuckles lightly and puts the chess piece back into the box.

"As you wish?" Third Master said.

"The performance is very good. Maybe Qingshan will not be let down by gifting him."

Zhao Huangting was in a good mood, he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"After today, Xiaoyou An will definitely pass on his name to Lin'an. His paintings, poems, and swordsmanship will be praised by others. The real prosperity of Lin'an Mansion will be opened to him. The ecstasy of wealth, such as The flood is coming like a beast, I hope he can stick to his heart."

"The only fly in the ointment is that the old Sixth Mountain Lord insisted on draining my favor, he is a bad thief!"

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Huangting stepped out of the hut, stepping on the muddy path.

He waved his hand without looking back.

"Let's go, make a pot of old rice wine from Yanchunli, and cut up two catties of stewed beef from Dingyaxiang."

"Go back to Taimiao Lane and celebrate Xiaoyou An."

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