Mrs. Hua was indeed a little surprised, she completed her cultivation and enlightenment at the age of eighteen, and her innate talent was extremely poor, but the young man's current performance, where does it seem to be a sign of poor talent?

The day before yesterday in the Tianbo Water Pavilion, three minutes into the set.

If you look at it again today, you will already have a breath of life.

Refining the second realm of the gods, but it is not so easy to set foot in, what is needed is a kind of mental accumulation, everyone is practicing step by step, refining the mind.

Even if she spends her time to de-ice and is known as a magical talent for refining, it is with the assistance of her master refining the magic weapon of the gods, it took three days and three nights to truly complete the fetal breath!

An Le must not have such a condition as the assistance of refining the magic weapon of the gods, so how can he do it himself?

Mrs. Flowers came to interest.

"Attack incense, go and ask Gongzi An to come over."

Sitting up from the couch, Mrs. Hua smiled and looked at the personal maid standing quietly behind her.

"Yes, ma'am."

Xi Xiang was stunned for a moment, then bowed down, didn't ask too much, and went straight out of the main hall of the Water Pavilion and crossed the white jade arch bridge.

Under the guidance of the maid Liuxiang, An Le passed through the Lin Mansion with a familiar car.

The spring mountain is warm and windy, the curtains of the pavilion are dry, and the willow swing is in the courtyard.

The warbler dances and swallows, and the small bridge is red.

The scenery of the forest mansion is not only the Tianbo Water Pavilion, the courtyards and pavilions in the mansion have unique characteristics, walking on the bluestone, as if in a small garden, after all, it is the Guogong Mansion Pavilion, which is dizzying and fascinating.

Suddenly, a beautiful woman came in the distance, and when she saw this, she bowed and bowed.

"Gongzi An, Madame is invited, please go to Tianbo Water Pavilion with Xiangxiang."

Xiang Xiang said with a smile.

As Mrs. Hua's personal maidservant, among the people of the Lin Mansion, her identity is second only to the "Ji Ying" and Lin Chaifeng beside the old lady.

The fragrance is too bad compared to it, so the posture is very low.

An Le smiled and nodded: "Then I will bother Miss Xiang to lead the way." ”

For the handsome, elegant and polite An Le, the incense covered his mouth and smiled, his eyes flowed, and he turned around with a variety of charms, and his graceful posture led the way ahead.

After An Le thanked the girl who stayed there, he followed the incense to the water pavilion.

In the main hall of the water pavilion, Mrs. Hua was no longer in the mood to study the works of Confucianism, but squatted on the edge of the pond, splashing fish feed, and feeding the beautiful flower carp in the pond.

"Here we are."

Mrs. Hua sprinkled the last handful of fish in her palm, got up, and the spring sun sprinkled down, reflecting on the beautiful face of this lady who did not know the age, and the beauty was not like that of a mortal woman.

"Have you refined your gods?" Mrs. Hua lifted lightly, and steadily returned to the flat ground of the main hall from the rockery pile by the pool.

An Le was not surprised that Mrs. Hua found herself breaking through, Mrs. Hua's strength was unfathomable, and she was definitely a powerhouse that surpassed many of the Five Realms.

"Last night, there was a chance to break through."

An Le didn't hide it, and said truthfully.

"Oh? How to break through? Can you elaborate on it? Madame Hua was very interested, and there was a hint of inquiry in her smart eyes.

An Le smiled: "Yesterday, a painting friend came to visit, so he painted an ink bamboo and stone map, in the process of painting, occasionally gained, or the bamboo painting skills and the sword waterfall picture echoed from afar, and then I was relieved." ”

"Painting?" Mrs. Hua didn't expect An Le to give such an answer.

"Ink and Bamboo Drawing? Painting bamboo in ink? ”

Mrs. Hua was puzzled, she also studied qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, but in Dazhao, there were very few people who painted bamboo with ink, and most of them were painted with fine brushwork.

"That's it, it seems that you have a great talent in painting, but you can get a glimpse of it from your sketches, it's good, but painting is an accident after all, and the next road to refining the gods is still full of thorns, when you visualize the sword diagram every day, don't slack off."

Madame Hua said sincerely, she had a glimpse of An Le's late-blooming talent, and she didn't want him to bury and waste this talent.

An Le's face was solemn, and he clenched his fists: "Thank you for your teachings, Xiaosheng must keep it in mind." ”

"I didn't expect you to be familiar with ink painting, but I want you to splash ink on the spot, but unfortunately, I will ask for a visitor, and watch you dance ink another day."

Mrs. Hua said with a little regret.

An Le smiled: "Xiaosheng will come to the Lin Mansion every day, if Mrs. wants to watch the painting, after returning, Xiaosheng will make it again." ”

Madame Hua bowed slightly.

An Le said goodbye, left the Tianbo Water Pavilion, and went to the Yanwu Hall to paint for the sons.

The sky wave water pavilion is quiet again.

Through the spring breeze, Mrs. Hua's clothes swayed slightly.

"The boy's painting of bamboo resonates with the sword waterfall picture?"

"The four gentlemen of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, the painters are tens of millions, but there are very few people who can really be called everyone, the four gentlemen correspond to the four qualities of pride, seclusion, and ease, and if you want to arouse the resonance of the heart, you need to take the quality as the guide when painting...... Can a teenager grasp the quality of bamboo? ”

"If the young man's ink painting bamboo is really unique, maybe he can be introduced to Da Zhao's painting bamboo, Da Zhao painting bamboo, can be called everyone is only three people, the three masters of the Academy of Literature, Ouyang Xiangru and the deputy prime minister...... The old imperial uncle who dared to kill Emperor Yuanmeng with a broken bamboo sword. ”

Mrs. Hua murmured softly, and went through Da Zhao's painting bamboo in her mind.

Suddenly, the maidservant Xiang said respectfully: "Madam, the chariot is ready." ”

"Can the post be sent to Yefu?" Mrs. Flower asked.

"The slave and maid were personally delivered yesterday." As Mrs. Hua's personal maidservant, she naturally knew what Mrs. Hua was doing when she sent the post to Yefu.

As a martial arts family like Lin Mansion, Ye Mansion has a pivotal position in Lin'an Mansion.

The situation of the pre-palace examination has spread, and Mrs. Hua is also going to make a move.

"Has Mrs. Ye ever refused?" Madame Flower asked softly.

Xi Xiang paused and hesitated: "I never refused, but I also ...... Didn't say yes. ”

Mrs. Hua nodded, walked slowly, and walked through the white jade barrier.

"If you haven't refused, that's a promise, let's go, don't make Mrs. Ye wait for a long time."

……

……

Yang Wu out of the valley to rise the wood, the power of the cold smoke to cultivate the bamboo.

Sixth Mountain.

There is no nameless pavilion on the big flat.

In the pavilion, the three of them sat opposite each other, still savoring the ink and bamboo stone drawings of An Le, the morning light sprinkled from the end of the horizon and fell on the picture scroll, shining.

"Looking at the painting can peep at people, the person who made this ink bamboo and stone painting has a tiger in his chest, has a restrained spirit, and has the spirit of a gentleman, and resonates with the sword spirit he has learned, which is a rare good seedling for sword practice."

The middle-aged man in white with a wide pine sword box on his back was silent, but he finally commented on the painting.

The old man in a Confucian shirt, stroked his beard, and nodded: "Ink painting bamboo is relatively rare in the Great Zhao Dynasty, and those who can paint the style are even rarer, and the best thing about this painting is not only the painting of bamboo, but also the poetry and calligraphy." ”

"Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is ...... from east to west, north and south The painter should have suffered the tribulation, but he was not afraid of the tribulation, let the tribulation come, and remained unmoved, the gentleman's backbone was as tall as the pillar of heaven, and this word, strange and free, seemingly uninhibited, in fact, it drew on the strengths of a hundred schools, quite a rule. ”

"Watching paintings, tasting poems, and seeing words...... A glimpse of the nature of the painter, not bad. ”

The man in white with the pine sword box on his back thought for a while and said, "It's just that the mental power in the painting is a little worse, otherwise this painting is even more valuable, and it is not stingy with some five-grade magic weapons." ”

Zhao Huangting, the old man of Taimiao, couldn't help laughing: "You all think it's good, that's good, as for the poor strength of the mind, it's because of the painting friend, refining the gods is not settled, and by the edge of painting, he has just stepped into the fetus......"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the old man in the Confucian shirt and the man in white changed.

Are you Zhao Huangting joking?

Painter...... Only the fetus is breathing?

Zhao Huangting smiled and said: "I have a good eye for this little friend, but unfortunately, the little friend offended the Qin Mansion, although now there is Lin Mansion Flower Ice Relief Protection, but you also know that the Lin Mansion is about to catastrophe, and it will be difficult to protect itself, so the old man wants to find a way back for him." ”

"Ben went to the Academy of Literature to find you an old horseman, and wanted to use this painting to let Xiaoyou enter the Academy of Literature as Mr. Zhu, but since you came to the sixth mountain, you can take a look at the mountain master, Xiaoyou's painting, can you enter the sixth mountain and occupy a number of mountain guards?"

The first sun shines on Gaolin, and Zhao Huangting's words linger in the ancient pavilion.

The old man in the Confucian shirt squinted his eyes, reflected the early sun, and looked at the bamboo and stone map.

"Zhao Huangting, you are wrong, the number of mountain guards is precious, the Lord of the Six Mountains is full of gods, this son is just a fetal breath refining god, how can he talk about the Lord of the Six Mountains, when he enters the painting pavilion of my Academy of Literature, passes on the ink and bamboo painters, and starts the ink and bamboo frenzy."

The man in white with the pine sword box on his back slowly turned his head and looked at the old man in a Confucian shirt.

"If the painting is good, it can be broken, the Academy of Literature is not your Humanities Academy, if Qin Lishi is here, you will be restrained and aggrieved when you enter your Academy of Literature."

"I'm different, on the sixth mountain, I have a sword, Qin Lishi doesn't dare to come, happy."

Among the idle pavilions.

Zhao Huangting was also quite stunned.

never thought that these two important people in Dazhao would be in front of him...... Grab someone!