The bright moon flows cold shadows, and the low purlin reinvents the corridor.

The evening breeze blew away the twilight clouds, and the moonlight poured down, falling from the window, covering Luo Qingchen standing in front of the window.

The coachman was burly and respectfully clenched his fists in response.

"The boy is doing everything as usual, he just moved out of the inn today, changed to his residence in Taimiao Lane, and went to the Lin Mansion to paint and work every day."

The coachman thought of something and said, "By the way, this young man also made three wanted pictures for Hei Ya to help catch the criminals." ”

Luo Qingchen, who was leaning on the windowsill, couldn't help but shake his head when he heard the coachman's words.

"This young man is really unaffected in the slightest, and his life is so comfortable...... I am dusty because of him, why is he so comfortable? ”

"It's hard to settle."

It is difficult to calm down, and there seems to be a fire burning in my heart.

The dusty Dao heart made him need to vent the emotions in his heart.

Luo Qingchen walked to the window with his hands in his hand, looked at the sky where the twilight clouds covered the night, and said slowly: "Lao Luo, you just said that he painted for the black government to help arrest criminals?" ”

The coachman clenched his fists and said respectfully: "Yes, the painting is realistic, and it is not easy for the criminal to hide, and it is difficult to escape." ”

"There is Hua Jiebing to protect him, if I really attack the young man again, Hua Jiebing will definitely dare to kill me."

"Hua Jiebing seems to be the protector of this young man......"

"The dignified Jade Guanyin deigned to be a young man who only completed his spiritual enlightenment at the age of eighteen, rushed through his qi and blood, and was worthy of being a stable young man......"

"I think I really appreciate this boy."

Luo Qingchen raised his hand, as if he was about to twist the moonlight sprinkled on the windowsill, but there was not much emotion in his eyes.

"The people who are hunted down by the black government are all cultivators in the rivers and lakes, all of them are extremely vicious, this young man paints for the black ya, and the criminals kill the young man because of this, but it is reasonable, right?"

Inside the house, the coachman was stunned for a moment.

"Go, go and make good arrangements, Hua Jiebing admires this young man so much, perhaps, the key to my washing away the dusty Dao heart lies in this young man."

Luo Qingchen waved his hand.

The coachman clenched his fists and bowed his head: "Huh." ”

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Just when An Le was immersed in consolidating the fetal breath realm that he had just broken through, the old man took the painting and walked out of the small courtyard, but he was full of interest and full of joy.

He did not return to the Taimiao, the octagonal heavy eaves spire Taimiao pavilion, the lights are bright, the fire in it is wanton, the incense is leisurely, but he passed by the gate of the Taimiao and stepped on Qingbo Street.

"An Xiaoyou's paintings, although they contain little mental power, but the preciousness lies in the fact that the bamboo painting with ink is enough to stand in its own right.

"This kind of painting bamboo has to be commented on by the old guy in the Academy of Literature."

The old man stood on Qingbo Street, with a smile on his face, and then walked in the direction of the Academy, his speed getting faster and faster, and the bluestone on the ground under his feet seemed to be compressed and pulled.

After a while, I came to the Bun Academy.

The Academy, also known as the Academy, was founded 8,000 years ago, after the emperor who was unified from all over the world and organized his practice, the Bunyuan and the Martial Temple, then collapsed.

Later dynasties followed the Academy of Literature and the Academy of Martial Arts, and countless children of wealthy families and countless families of Tianjiao would choose to enter the Academy of Literature or the Temple of Martial Arts to practice based on their respective strengths.

Nowadays, most of the high-ranking officials and nobles in the court come from the Academy of Literature and the Martial Temple.

The old man walked through the white jade archway of the Academy, and walked to a remote pavilion with a familiar car, and walked to the front of the building, but was told by the scholar in front of the door that there was no one in the pavilion.

"Senior, it's been three days since the teacher left the Academy of Literature to visit the Sixth Mountain Lord." The scholar said respectfully.

When the old man heard this, he raised his eyebrows: "The old man should go directly to the sixth mountain and take a trip in vain." ”

Muttering, there were clouds of smoke under the old man's feet, and there seemed to be a glow in the dark night.

In the next moment, he rose directly into the sky, escaped into the sky, and left Lin'an Mansion.

The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man silently turns the jade plate.

Sixth Mountain.

The holy mountain is ranked sixth, so it is called the sixth mountain.

There is a flat in the mountains, there is a leisure pavilion on the ping, the stars move down, the pavilion seems to exist forever, and the time and years can not affect the slightest.

The old man floated down on the mountain, hunting in the wind in plain clothes.

Between the idle pavilions, there are two figures playing against each other, one is an old man wearing a Confucian shirt, full of crane hair, and the years have left ravines on his body.

The old man was holding the white son at the moment, frowning.

The other person, dressed in white, looked like a young man, meticulous, with a solemn face, with a huge pine sword box behind him, sitting on the hollow carved stone chair of the idle pavilion, which looked a little weird.

"Hahaha! You're here, old man! ”

As soon as the old man's feet hit the ground, he immediately laughed to attract attention.

The two of them in the pavilion didn't even glance at each other.

"You two, don't pretend that you haven't seen the old man! The old man is not here to fight with you this time, he has something good to share! ”

The old man was a little annoyed by the disregard of the two.

"Zhao Huangting, don't make a noise, I'm about to win this game of chess, and if you make a noise, I'll lose again." The old man in the Confucian shirt didn't raise his head, but said with disgust.

"Phew! Zhu Lao Pifu, stinky chess basket, Hugh wants to throw the pot to the old man! ”

The old man suddenly went back angrily, as soon as he came, the mountain pavilion that should be quiet under the stars and moon turned out to be a lot noisy.

In the idle pavilion, the middle-aged man with the pine sword box was as indifferent as ever, as if there was nothing to set off waves in his heart.

The old man Zhao Huangting thought about it, stepped into the idle pavilion, took out the picture scroll, and slowly opened it.

"You all know that my Zhao Huangting painting bamboo is a must, but today, I happened to get an ink-colored bamboo and stone drawing, painting bamboo with ink, you can take a look."

The old man raised his chin and said.

The scroll spreads out.

The breeze is blowing, and there seems to be a sound of bamboo sea, accompanied by sonorous sword intent and tenacious gentleman's will.

The old man in a Confucian shirt, holding a white child in his hand, stagnated his movements.

The sword box behind the middle-aged man in white suddenly overflowed with sword air, and the sword box trembled slightly, as if the sound of a sword groan moved slightly.

The old man and the middle-aged man in white all flashed a different color in their eyes.

Turning his head to look at the side, the picture scroll that was spread out, illuminated by the stars and the moonlight.

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Following.

The warm spring sun shines on the earth.

An Le slowly opened his eyes from the courtyard, and the branches of the old locust tree were luxuriant, gently swaying in the spring breeze, sprinkling the fresh smell of the morning light.

Consolidate the mind for one night, and the fetal breath of the second realm of refining the gods can be regarded as successfully stabilized.

The power of the mind that was originally boiling was also much soothing like gurgling water.

Stand up and practice five birds in the courtyard, tiger pose, bear pose, deer pose, ape pose and bird pose, all practice, blood boiling, strength and wind.

However, there is no inducing the demon qi in the quenching demon treasure jade to temper the body, mainly because he is about to go to the Lin Mansion to paint and work, if he quenches the body, he will cause blood, which is quite troublesome.

After the five birds were beaten, their bodies were like furnaces, and the heat was boiling.

Spit out a breath of turbidity, and the mind of the fetal breath realm makes An Le's whole person's temperament more and more dusty.

Holding the book of the sages of the imperial examination, An Le read while going out of the small courtyard, and after eating a bowl of bean curd as breakfast at the mouth of Taimiao Lane, he walked to the edge of the West Lake while reading.

The West Lake under the morning light, sparkling, the ripples of the flower boats, shining, walking along the West Lake causeway, reading books, is a unique comfort and understanding.

On the embankment, many literati and writers have gathered, either reciting poems and articles, or talking about flowers and willows, gossiping about the recent interesting things that have happened in Lin'an Mansion.

An Le's strong mind even accidentally heard a conversation related to himself, which was about the Lin Mansion painter.

He smiled, and his mind retracted.

Fireworks willow bank, quietly watch the sage book.

In a moment, the Yunrou Fairy Imperial Sword came, as promised, An Le held the book in his hand, his eyes swept over, and he extracted the qi of the years one after another, and the strengthened mind actually made him absorb three wisps of the qi of the years from the fairy Yunrou today.

From two times a day, to three times a day!

The corners of Anle's lips are raised, and he is in a good mood.

Fairy Yunrou landed on the flower boat, and when she felt something, she saw the handsome and elegant young cultivator again.

I didn't see it yesterday, but I came again today, and it was strange that I was a cultivator, but I only watched it from a distance.

Yunrou Fairy bowed slightly towards An Le, and then turned into the flower boat, and there was an ethereal sound of the piano floating out, melodious on the West Lake, like urging the sky to rain.

As soon as the day was over for the Yunrou Fairy, An Le walked in the direction of the Lin Mansion.

Today, I absorbed three wisps of time qi from Yunrou Fairy, plus the original eleven wisps, which is fourteen wisps, and the family background is quite rich, and I am happy on the way to Lin Mansion, thinking about how to distribute it.

It was still the door opened by the delicate maid yesterday, and the maid was happy to see it, and her pretty face was slightly red.

An Le smiled softly: "Good morning, Miss Liuxiang." ”

"Ann...... An Gongzi is good. "The maid returned the salute.

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Sky Wave Water Pavilion.

The big pond is rippling, and a tail of flower carp is swaying comfortably from the turquoise pool, swinging waves.

In the main hall, the early morning breeze brings the coolness of spring.

Dressed in a light shirt and with embroidered shoes removed, revealing her crystal white soles, she lay on her side on the couch and studied the "Rites of Etiquette" by the great Confucian of the Academy of Literature.

Suddenly, Mrs. Hua froze for a moment, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her mind spread, and she sensed that she had just set foot in the Lin Mansion, and her temperament was vibrant, like a new young man in Tsing Yi.

Well?

Mrs. Hua's face was stunned, and there was even a touch of disbelief in her beautiful eyes.

"I settled the day before yesterday, and I will have a fetal breath today?"

"Isn't this young man a magical talent?!"