Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 52 Pride and Prejudice, the Burly Driver with a Knife

The broken rainbow collects the rain and the colorful clouds float, and the faint clear waves enter the distant view.

At the entrance of Yanchunli Alley.

The luxurious carriage is parked quietly, the wheels are no longer grinding the bluestone, and the setting sun pulls the narrow and winding shadows on the ground and on the wall.

Qin Qianqiu is in the car.

Anle is outside the car.

Qin Qianqiu raised the curtain and watched the young man in white walking out of the alley. Since he started to pay attention to An Le, he naturally knew that the young man would come to Yanchunli every day to buy a pot of old rice wine, so he had been waiting here early.

The condescending gaze, with a bit of scrutiny, permeated with a strong mind, intertwined inside and outside the car.

An invisible oppression, like a mountain, fell on Anle's shoulders, just like when Luo Qingchen was in the chariot, Anle wanted to bow his eyebrows.

However, Qin Qianqiu is far superior to Luo Qingchen in terms of status, but not as good in cultivation.

Therefore, this oppression is nothing to An Le who is now fearless, just like a breeze blowing his face, An Le is calm and composed.

The stress comes and goes quickly.

Qin Qianqiu put away the oppression in an instant, and a touch of appreciation appeared on his face.

"As expected of Master An, who was able to obtain the Little Sacred Order, this courage to face the landslide without changing his face is indeed extraordinary."

Qin Qianqiu clapped his hands and said.

An Le really shook his head: "The nobleman was joking, but it's not the end of the story, it's just that the nobleman's mental coercion is called a landslide, which is worse."

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and even the warmth of the setting sun could not dispel the chill.

Qin Qianqiu squinted his eyes in the chariot: "You know me?"

"I don't know." An Le shook his head: "But to be able to ride in such a chariot in Lin'an Mansion, the status is naturally noble."

"My name is Qin Qianqiu, and I am hosting a banquet in the Drunken Dragon Pavilion. I wonder if everyone, An, would like to show you face?"

The coldness on Qin Qianqiu's face dissipated, and he said gracefully and with a smile on his face.

An Le heard Qin Qianqiu's name, but his complexion did not change much.

Although, the other party is Luo Qingchen's reliance behind him, the nobleman of the Qin family who has never died with the Lin family.

"My lord, An Le, met Young Master Qin." An Le raised his wine and made a slight bow, showing proper courtesy.

"It's not that I don't give you face, it's that there are friends at home waiting for my pot of old wine. If Young Master Qin has something to do, you can talk about it now. Just don't spend money, the wine and food in Drunken Dragon Pavilion are not cheap."

Qin Qianqiu didn't expect him to report his identity, but An Le still rejected him.

In Lin'an, those who dare to refuse his invitation are quite rare.

As Qin Qianqiu's favorite son, he naturally saw flattery and adulation.

The boy's simple and direct refusal really surprised him.

I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, but Qin Qianqiu just smiled and said: "There is indeed an irreconcilable conflict between my Qin family and the Lin family, but it has nothing to do with you. You have just become a painter of the Lin family, and you are only painting for the Lin family. For talents, my Qin family has always been more tolerant."

"Master An's black bamboo, I have admired it in the Academy of Arts, and it is very ingenious. I like the pride in the painting very much. In addition, Master An has been awarded the Xiaosheng Order to enter the list of Xiaosheng. To be ranked in the list of Jinshi."

"My Qin family can invite some famous teachers and scholars to guide Mrs. An before Chunwei, so that Mrs. An can relax in Chunwei."

"In addition, my Qin Mansion can provide Mrs. An with three 'Flawless Demon Spirit Pills', which are refined from 500-year-old goblin spirit. It will be more competitive in the front hall test."

"This is what the Lin Mansion cannot afford today."

"As for the other benefits, there are more."

Qin Qianqiu said with a smile.

An Le carried the old rice wine, bathed in the warm setting sun, understood Qin Qianqiu's meaning, it was a precondition to poach the wall, and planned to poach him from the Lin Mansion.

"I'm sorry, young master Qin, I promised to paint for the young masters of the Lin family. Now that the painting is not finished, there is no reason to leave. Besides, the Lin family gave me a lot of help when I was in my infancy. The kindness of dripping water, when Yongquan reported that although I can't be called a riser now, but I turned around and left, which is really ungrateful."

An Le expressed her intentions seriously.

On the long street, the cold wind wrapped in the setting sun was blowing on the straight-backed young man, adding a bit of solemnity and silence.

Qin Qianqiu's face turned cold: "Young Master An, you don't give me any face at all?"

"If you don't give it, it's true that there is an appointment at home."

An Le clasped her fists with a smile, raised the old rice wine as a signal, stopped talking to Qin Qianqiu, wore a green mountain and ink pool on her waist, and walked on foot towards Qingbo Street.

Looking at the departing young man in white, Qin Qianqiu lowered the curtain expressionlessly.

In the chariot, but he was not the only one.

Opposite Qin Qianqiu, there was a slender man in a blue dress with a dragon fish pattern on his cuffs. Aura rich, obviously extraordinary wine.

"It's rare. In this big Lin'an Mansion, there are still people who dare not give Brother Qin face."

The man grinned, jokingly.

Qin Qianqiu's face was indifferent: "It's just a brat who came from the countryside like Chongzhou. He has never seen the world. If the Lin family gave him a small profit, he would let him die. He doesn't understand the reason why good birds choose trees for their habitat. Proud, with some talent, but in Lin'an, where the rich and powerful are everywhere, it is difficult for a country boy to have a future without bowing his eyebrows."

"Chongzhou came from a small family, and they were not valued in the family. Even the guards when they went to Lin'an to rush for the exam were hired temporarily. If they got such an opportunity, they didn't know how to fight for it. It's foolish to cling to the Lin Mansion, which is already sunset."

Qin Qianqiu poured a glass of wine and drank it by himself, his words were full of arrogance and prejudice, and he looked down upon him.

Luo Qingchen walked out from Qingzhou, but the family behind him is the number one family in Qingzhou, Qin Qianqiu naturally gave him enough face, but what is this happiness?
"After receiving the little holy order, I felt soaring into the sky? It's ridiculous."

"Throughout the ages, how many people who have won the little holy decree have only half-traveled before their halberds sink into the sand."

Qin Qianqiu shook his head.

"Brother Wang, you are No. 18 on the list of minor saints. If this son wants to advance on the list of minor saints, he is destined to challenge you. What do you think of this son?"

The drinking man smiled: "Exercising body and mind are two realms. Although the spine is very straight and proud, but in a real fight, that arrogant...how much can it carry me?"

"In a short time, he should not dare to challenge me."

"I hope he will come, but unfortunately, he is too weak now. If you come to challenge before your body has been forged and you have not broken through the four realms, your chances of winning are almost zero. He is not so stupid."

The man is none other than Wang Qinhe, No. 18 on the list of minor saints. The old man of the Wang family is Duke Zhao, who is also an honorable man in Lin'an, and the wife of Qin Xiangzheng is the daughter of Duke Wang.

"Brother Wang, once he refines the gods and enters the four realms to produce primordial spirits, he will be sure to enter a few more places on the list of little saints." Qin Qianqiu chuckled.

Wang Qinhe nodded and said: "Of course, I shouldn't underestimate the enemy. It is said that this kid has only been enlightened for a few days, and he has already stepped into the double-two realm. His talent is not weaker than that of Luo Qingchen back then."

"Perhaps after the imperial examination, he will have the qualifications to challenge me. If this kind of threat can be eliminated, it will be eliminated as soon as possible."

"The young man now has Hua Jiebing to protect his way, and even holds the Holy Mountain's Little Sacred Order. If you want to move him, ordinary methods are naturally not feasible."

"Just now, my Dragon Ridge Saber sensed a monster aura. That kid has something related to the monster clan, so I can use it to make a fuss."

After Wang Qinhe's words fell, the corners of Qin Qianqiu's lips twitched: "Does this kid have a demonic aura? I don't know, I have to check it out."

"As for talent, according to the investigation, he really accomplished the feat of breaking two realms in a few days. His talent is not bad, and he is a small threat. However, this threat may no longer exist today... It would be fine if he didn't refuse before."

"But since he refuses, he will know, how easy is it to refuse my invitation?"

"Now that Hua Jiebing is not in Lin'an, if he really encounters a crisis, it will not be easy to protect him quickly. As for the sixth mountain lord... this son refuses to be the guardian of the sixth mountain lord. With the mountain lord's temperament, he must be angry , naturally won’t make a move.”

"The face of the holy mountain is naturally given." Wang Qinhe reminded.

"I still understand the rules." Qin Qianqiu smiled noncommittally upon hearing this.

Wang Qinhe drank a glass of wine with Qin Qianqiu, and said: "Then let's go and watch a good show, let me see what my future opponents have."

On the long street, the wheels of the chariot that had been parked for a long time finally started to rotate again.

Grinding the flat bluestone, walking slowly.

……

……

After rejecting Qin Qianqiu, An Le didn't care.

The Lin family and the Qin family are destined to stand on opposite sides. As he said, Mrs. Lin's flower has the grace of teaching and preaching to him, and the grace of dripping water should be repaid by the spring.

If this is the case, the so-called arrogant gentleman of Mozhu is a joke.

What kind of arrogant gentleman is he who follows the trend and strives for fame and fortune?
The setting sun is like blood, and Cangshan remains the same.

When the last ray of afterglow was covered by the green hills, the sky and the earth darkened suddenly, and the cold wind of the spring night blew across the world, bringing a harsh test to the newly born new flowers and tender grass.

An Le followed Yanchunli to Dingya Lane, bought a catty of beef, walked through Pishi Lane and Daxiao Tower Lane, which has a special charm on rainy days, and set foot on Qingbo Street.

Above the head, the moon is in the hook, and the stars are like rain.

The young man was dressed in white, with a bamboo sword and ink sword on his waist, and rice wine and beef in his hand. He stopped and stood still, looking straight ahead.

At the intersection of Qingbo Street, two or three miles away from Taimiao Lane.

The cold moonlight and the sky filled with stars reflected a chariot that Anle was quite familiar with.

On the shaft of the chariot, a burly coachman, wearing a bamboo hat and leaning on a long knife, quietly looked at the young man in white who was as handsome as jade under the moonlight and stars.

The two looked at each other.

Just like when the young man came out of Taimiao Alley with his head covered in blood, it seemed like time was interlaced and time was overlapping.

The steeds pulling the cart neighed restlessly, and their hoofs stepped on the bluestone.

The burly coachman wearing a bamboo hat and bathing in the starlight slowly got up, stood on the shaft of the chariot, raised his knife and hugged Jianghu fist salute, with a solemn, respectful and solemn expression.

"Mr. Luo's carriage driver, Qingzhou Zhushan, begs the young master to die."

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