Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 76

The shimmering willows are bright and bright, and the Quzhu inclined bridge is painted with Getong.

The farther the better, the fear of exhaustion, the deeper and denser it seems to be infinite.

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The small boat swayed gently, with blue waves and ripples. Under the surprised and envious eyes of many literati on the long embankment, it slowly sailed to the flower boat in the middle of the lake.

When An Le boarded the ship, the eyes of many literati were even more envious.

On the flower boat is Fairy Yunrou. How can this son, He De, board this flower boat? You must know that it is difficult for someone to throw thousands of Yunling Tongbao to board the boat, so you can see Fairy Yunrou!
No one knew who the boy was, and many people began to inquire. Curiosity, doubt, envy and other emotions surged by the West Lake, crushing the peace of the spring morning.

Liu Yue put his hands behind his back, and although there was envy on his face, it was just envy, and it was more of a matter of course, because this young man is a well-known Lin'an Master An.

Looking at many scholars and scholars around him beating their chests, the corners of his lips twitched.

It's not unusual for Mr. An to board the ship. This is the result of another invitation after Mr. An refused.

Liu Yue watched the young man get on the flower boat and gradually disappeared from sight, he couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief, he knew that this Mr. An was someone he couldn't reach, not only because of his talent, but also because Liu Yue vaguely Guess, this Master An is a practitioner.

In Dazhao, there is a huge gap between ordinary literati and practitioners.

But such a talented and cultivated Mr. An is willing to swim along the long dike with such a small person, laughing at willows and talking about Sangma.

Liu Yue's desire to go to high school became more and more intense. Only after high school was listed as a Jinshi and entered the court as an official, was he barely qualified to continue to swim in the West Lake with Mr. An.

Thinking in this way, Liu Yue stopped hanging around the West Lake with many literati friends, turned around and went back to the inn, and began to study hard.

There are only three or two days left before the opening of Chun Wei. Although he is very confident in his talent, he still needs to be fully prepared.

It is because of the expectation in the heart that we will work harder.

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This is An Le's first time boarding a flower boat, and it feels...as if that's all, there is no special emotion.

On the boat board, Fairy Yunrou was wearing a veil and carrying a burnt-tailed guqin on her back. She was gentle and peaceful, looking at Anle with eyes like water.

"Xiaosheng Anle, I have met Fairy Yunrou." Anle smiled and cupped her fists.

"Everyone An is just joking, how dare a little girl call herself a fairy if she is only cultivated in the four realms." Yun Rou chuckled, her voice soft and crisp like pearls falling on a jade plate.

"Yun Rou condensed her inner alchemy, so she thought that she was extremely talented. Later, she realized that she was a genius, but she wasn't really a genius."

"Later, he was valued by the teacher, accepted into the mountain gate, and taught him how to practice, but now he can only train his body to understand the mysteries. Compared with the talent of Master An, it is far behind." Yunrou said softly, and brought Anle into the interior of the Flower Boat Pavilion .

Going up to the second floor, you can see the surrounding scenery of the West Lake.

It has to be said that viewing the West Lake from the center of the lake has a better view and more pleasant scenery than viewing the West Lake from the Wanghu Tower.

"Mr. An has gone from knowing nothing about cultivation in just a short period of time to stepping into the three realms of physical training and cultivation. He is really powerful and talented, and the teacher often praises him."

Yun Rou also looked at the scenery outside the boat building, but she was tired of watching it every day.

An Le watched it with gusto: "May I ask Miss Yunrou, is your teacher the Sixth Mountain Lord?"

Miss Yunrou frowned, "Exactly."

An Le did not expect too much, after all, he had guessed before, and said after hearing the words: "The owner of the mountain once gave it to the lower ink pool, and I am very grateful."

"There are three thousand swords hidden in the teacher's red sword box, and the ink pool is just one of them. For the teacher, if you take a ladle of water, the ink pool can belong to Mr. An, and it is also Mochi's choice."

Yun Rou said.

The rank of the ink pool was not high, but looking at it now, the rank of the ink pool has already broken the sixth-rank magic weapon and entered the fifth-rank trend.

This shows that Mochi is a good match to follow Anle.

The teacher once said that when a person chooses a magic weapon, the magic weapon also chooses a person. Only when the two support each other can they make progress.

"The teacher has been talking about it recently, why doesn't Mr. An go to the Sixth Mountain for a walk, the sword energy in the mountain is of great help to Mr. An."

Yun Judao's tone seemed to express the sadness of the Sixth Mountain Lord.

An Le heard the words, and couldn't help but be amused: "The spring is coming, and when the spring is over, Xiaosheng will definitely carry a pot of old rice wine, climb the mountain and have a drink with the mountain owner."

Fairy Yunrou couldn't help but nodded when she heard the words: "Then I will pass this on to the teacher."

It seems that Yunrou invited Anle to board the flower boat just for the sake of chatting, perhaps because Anle was also valued by the teacher, and she wanted to be the guardian of the mountain, if Anle agreed then, Yunrou and Anle would be of the same family.

"Miss Yunrou, I have a doubt. Since you are the lord and guardian of the mountain, why do you come here to be this mortal oiran?"

This is An Le's long-standing doubt.

Fairy Yunrou has all the status, status, and cultivation, but she is willing to be an oiran. No matter how elegant the oiran is, she can't hide the name of lowly industry.

Fairy Yunrou didn't take it seriously, and said: "Mr. An, my teacher practiced kendo in the world of mortals, and there were three thousand swords hidden in the sword box of mortals. When he was young, his teacher was known as a prodigal son. , to paint and compose for them, extremely romantic."

An Le couldn't help raising her eyebrows when she heard the words: "Wandering among the flowers, not a single leaf touches your body, it's amazing."

Yun Rou took a look at An Le, always feeling that Mr. An was teasing the Sixth Mountain Master.

"I came to this painting boat to be the oiran, which is also the meaning of the teacher. I understand the meaning of the world of mortals. When I break the world of mortals, it will be the time for me to break the mirror."

Yun Rou said seriously.

"These days, I am in the flower boat, playing the piano every day, observing all kinds of situations with my mind, and I have indeed gained something. I can see the ugliness of people, the suffering of people, and the helplessness of people. Maybe this is the world of mortals."

"The teacher said that the meaning of the world of mortals is different for everyone, so I need to experience it myself."

An Le heard the words, but fell into deep thought.

"Mr. An, Yunrou Hongchen refines his heart and refines the sound of a piano. Today, I invite you to taste a piece."

Yun Rou looked at An Le who was lost in thought, and smiled.

He took off the Jiaowei Guqin on his back, placed it in front of him, and flicked it lightly with his fingers, the sound of the piano was melodious, as long as a trickle.

An Le's heart suddenly calmed down.

Looking at the light waves flooding on the lake, listening to the sound of the piano in the boat to meditate.

Vaguely, Anle seems to hear many different scenes from the sound of the piano, including the helplessness of a woman in the world, the pain of suffering, and the lament of helplessness.

All kinds of emotions are like a trickle, lingering at the fingertips and melting into the sound of the piano.

This is a wonderful use of spiritual power.

An Le closed her eyes, as if time was passing silently between the sounds of the piano.

In the sword furnace in the Meixin Niwan Palace, the sword energy has become much softer, smoothed and swung gently, the hostility in the mind, and the flaws caused by the rapid growth, are all under the gentle caress of the piano sound, without a trace.

Yun Rou, who was playing the piano, was suddenly surprised, and could feel the sword energy overflowing from An Le's eyebrows, as if rising with the sound of the piano.

In the high mountains and flowing waters, it is hard to find a bosom friend.

But at this moment, An Le's sword energy seemed to rise and fall accompanied by the sound of the piano.

A strange color appeared in Yun Rou's eyes, An Le's cultivation talent... is indeed very enchanting.

Listening to a piece of Hongchen, you can get obvious feedback. After the song is over, An Le's mind may be lifted a little bit.

Yunrou's face under the veil couldn't help smiling, she didn't disturb An Le, she continued to play the piano, her slender white fingers plucked the strings, the big strings were noisy like rain, and the small strings were like whispers.

The sound of the piano is accompanied by the light ripples on the West Lake, blending with the spring scenery.

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Flower boats carrying wine on the West Lake are good, rushing to control the strings, jade cups urging the passage, calming the waves and letting the drunk sleep.

On this day, An Le was listening to music on the flower boat.

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The setting sun reflects on the West Lake, and the mountains and rivers are the same color as the sky.

An Le's eyes were clear, his brows were clanging, his heart was strong, and there was a bit of joy in his eyes, and he thanked Fairy Yunrou.

"Thank you for the help of Miss Yunrou's piano sound, which has improved my cultivation."

An Le cupped his fists and bowed.

Yunrou was carrying the burnt-tailed Guqin on her back, wearing a veil, her soft watery eyes were curved, and there was a hint of a smile on her face.

"Mr. An, you are being polite. The sound of the piano is just helping you. It is really the evildoer of your talent. No wonder the teacher is optimistic about Mr. An. Mr. An refuses to guard the name of the mountain man. The teacher sighed for a long time."

Yunrou smiled and said: "It was also the teacher who told me that getting in touch with you more and getting some gentleman's habits may help me to gather the worldly spirit as soon as possible and get a chance to break through."

An Le smiled when she heard the words: "When the spring is over, I will definitely visit the owner of the mountain. If Miss Yunrou needs any help from An, just ask, and she will definitely help."

What An Le said was very true.

If it is said that Mrs. Hua lights up the green light for An Le's practice path, then Fairy Yunrou is the guide who opens the door of An Le's practice. It is because of her age that An Le can complete the enlightenment of practice.

Although Yun Rou doesn't know about the kindness of digging the well when drinking water, An Le will never forget it.

Saying goodbye to Yun Rou, An Le went back to Taimiao Lane along the original road, carrying in her hands the fine wine Zui Liu Xia brought back from the flower boat, and a package of eight-treasure crispy chicken wrapped in lotus leaves.

It is rumored that Zui Liuxia is a fine wine in the palace, and only Zuilong Pavilion sells it, and the liquor of the flower boat where Yunrou is located is specially provided by Zuilong Pavilion, so it is also Zui Liuxia.

Board the flower boat for free, listen to music for free, and enjoy a pot of Zui Liuxia and a serving of Babao Chicken for free...

An Le really performed the act of whoring for nothing today to the extreme.

Passing the Taimiao, An Le greeted inside, and then went back to the small courtyard. As soon as the tables and chairs were moved out, the old man knocked on the bamboo stick, smelling the fragrance, and came leisurely.

"Huh? Did you change the taste today? It's not Yanchunli's old rice wine, but the stewed beef has also been replaced with eight-treasure chicken?"

The old man was surprised, but sat down familiarly.

An Le smiled and told about boarding the flower boat in the central West Lake today and listening to Fairy Yunrou playing the piano all day.

The old man took a sip of Zui Liuxia and smacked his mouth: "Zi Liuxia, wine is good wine, but if you drink too much, it won't be very interesting. The old yellow wine is refreshing enough."

"You mean the female oiran in the middle of the West Lake? Everyone knows about the first guardian of the old six mountain lords. Otherwise, you think, with that girl's beauty, why is no one in Lin'an mansion to touch her? Four realms Although his cultivation is good, it is really nothing in Lin'an."

The old man smiled and said, cut open the eight-treasure crispy chicken, and the ingredients in the chicken belly immediately flowed out mixed with the gravy, there were mushrooms, abalone, and spring bamboo shoots, a total of eight kinds of ingredients were cut into pieces, and steamed together in the belly of the Tibetan chicken. The unique aroma of the fusion of ingredients is brewing.

An Lewen moved his index finger and shared with the old man to eat.

"The little girl who guarded the mountain was chosen by the old six mountain lord himself. In order to inherit his mortal swordsmanship, he let the little girl go to the lake to become the oiran. Don't look at the girl's cultivation level is not high now, she is deliberately suppressed, the mortal air Once comprehended, there will be a leap, and there may be a situation of continuous breakthrough."

"The old Sixth Mountain Lord, he knew how to play back then. He wandered around and went to the boat, and won the reputation of the brothel. How many women look forward to him. Tsk, when it comes to romance, he is on par with the old man."

The old man took a sip of Zui Liuxia and a bite of Babao Chicken, and said with a smile.

An Le couldn't help but look sideways after hearing this: "Senior also left a good reputation in the brothel?"

"That's not true, but the old man's beauty is not human, the sixth one doesn't have it." The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

Smiling and laughing, a look of regret appeared in his eyes.

An Le is speechless, her beauty is not human... maybe she is a demon.

There are monsters in this world, just like the former landlord of the small courtyard is not a squirrel banshee?

No wonder the old man of the Taimiao was willing to let the squirrel banshee live so close to the Taimiao, there really was a reason for it.

That night, the old man drank to the brim, although with his cultivation base he would not appear drunk at all, but the wine is not intoxicating.

Instead of sending the old man back to the Ancestral Temple, let him live in the house directly.

An Le went back to the yard, after tidying up, looked at the night sky full of stars and rivers, and began to visualize "Sword Waterfall Picture".

Today on the flower boat, the music of Miss Yunrou's piano soothed my heart, and my mind seemed to be a little stronger after being tempered by the sword furnace in the Niwan Palace. I took this opportunity to visualize the sword waterfall.

The starlight sprinkled from the sky, like falling meteors, like swords falling into the world.

In the second half of the night, someone came stepping on the starlight like a banished fairy.

Zhao Xianyou entered the courtyard and saw Anle who was contemplating the sword waterfall. He didn't bother him, but took out a jug of wine, went into the house to find a cup, and sat on the roof, dressed in elegant clothes, poured himself a drink under the moonlight .

After a while, An Le woke up from the state of visualization, and it was not surprising to see Zhao Xianyou.

Zhao Xianyou poured a glass of wine and flicked it to An Le.

An Le took it, took a sip, and the spirit filled his mouth.

"This is Immortal Drunken Wine. It is brewed with spiritual fruits and contains spiritual energy. Drinking it is beneficial to cultivation. I guess you have already finished drinking the wine, so I brought it here for you to taste."

Zhao Xianyou said lightly.

An Le drank a few cups and felt that the taste was good. As for the spiritual energy, it was secondary, better than nothing. The so-called spiritual energy was just a gimmick.

"It will be Chunwei in two days, and I will not come to look for you again. When you are in Chunwei High School, you will make me a meal of old rice wine, and it will be a celebration."

Zhao Xianyou looked at Yuehua and said.

"Okay." An Le did not refuse.

"An Le, do you have a purpose in your practice? What is the purpose?" Zhao Xianyou asked.

An Le was startled, thought for a while, and said, "In the beginning, because there is practice in this world, I wanted to see it, purely out of curiosity."

"Later, when I encountered oppression, I wanted to become stronger so that I would no longer be powerless in the face of oppression."

"In the future, I probably want to see the scenery from a high place."

Zhao Xianyou paused while drinking, never thought that An Le's answer would be so simple, but the purpose of cultivation should be pure and simple.

"I don't know what the purpose of my practice is. It seems that my practice is with me since I was born, and the end is right in front of me. I just need to think about it, and I can reach it."

Zhao Xianyou exhaled and said.

"It seems to be for a certain purpose."

"Very boring."

"It's not as interesting as drinking with you."

An Le was silent, but he didn't know what to say. Today, Zhao Xianyou changed his image of not talking much in the past, and babbled a lot, mostly An Le was listening, and Zhao Xianyou talked while drinking.

In the end, when the east of the sky was pale and the morning star leaped into the world.

Accompanied by the morning breeze, Zhao Xianyou's loose hair fluttered slightly, he turned his head to look at An Le, and said, "Since you want to see the scenery from a high place, then I will wait for you at a high place."

An Le smiled, and after clinking glasses, he drank it all in one gulp.

"At that time, you and I will invite the moon to have a drink together."

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On the ninth day of February, there was rain in Lin'an.

One spring rain after another finally brought about a grand event of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Today, the opening of Chunwei is the most important day in life for the literati who have traveled long distances from various places to Beijing for the exam.

Whether you can laugh at the spring breeze proudly, honor your ancestors, and return to your hometown with honor, all start from today.

Because it was raining, the sky was gloomy, and there was a dim light shining on the earth, which represented the coming of day.

Qingbo Street, small courtyard in Taimiao Lane.

An Le got up early, and beat the ancient monsters and five animals as usual to exercise her qi and blood.

The monster energy in the demon-quenching jade was exhausted again, and An Le was thinking of ways to fill it up.

After the five birds were boiled, Anle's qi and blood circulated, evaporated the rainwater on his body, changed into clean white clothes, wore green mountains and ink pools on his waist, and carried the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, test cards, etc. needed for the Chunwei Imperial Examination on his back. With an oil-paper umbrella, I left the yard.

Just out of Qingbo Street, passing the Taimiao.

The old man leaned on a bamboo stick and stood under the eaves of the Taimiao gate, looking at him with a smile.

"Xiaoyou An, Chun Wei takes the exam well, strives for the first-ranked Jinshi in high school, takes the exam before entering the palace, and strives for the number one prize."

The old man smiled and sent good wishes.

Although it is difficult to realize this wish, and the difficulty of the pre-election exam this time is enormous, but in the eyes of the old man, it is very easy for Yu Anle to be ranked first in high school.

"Thank you senior for your wishes, I will do my best."

An Le replied with a smile.

Under the smiling eyes of the old man, An Le walked past with an umbrella, set foot on Qingbo Street, and headed all the way in the direction of the Academy of Arts.

Stepping onto the quiet street, Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng held umbrellas and stood in the spring rain.

Seeing Anle, the two greeted each other with a wave of hands.

"Sir, come on Chunwei!"

Lin Qingyin pursed her lips and smiled.

Lin Zhuifeng clenched his fist and waved it heavily: "Sir, try to win the first prize! If you win the first prize, our ninth sister can follow suit and become the first prize. It's very beautiful!"

An Le couldn't help but nodded, and the three of them walked together, stepping on spring water, to the stone monument archway outside the Academy of Arts.

The two girls stopped seeing each other off, and watched Anle's figure gradually disappear into the hazy spring rain at the foot of the Wenyuan Mountain.

The stone steps of the Academy of Arts are long and hidden among the dotted black and white buildings, and the examination room for this spring is located in the courtyard.

There are many literati on the stone steps carrying their bags and walking forward against the spring rain.

It is expected to be cold in spring, and there is a piece of ice rain.

An Le wears a green mountain and a pond of ink on his waist, and his eyes flicker slightly. For him, the spring is also a major event that changes his fate.

Clouds and mist are born in the sun, and the colorful shots shoot through the sky.

This trip to the apricot orchard is beautiful in spring, and a branch of red accounts for ten thousand heads.

Take a breath, the world seems to be quiet.

Anle steps up the stone path, and fights a spring battle.

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