Looking at this tattered bamboo sword, An Le really didn't know what to say.

If it weren't for the enchanting swing of the old man's body like seaweed, densely packed, and peerless powerhouse, An Le would really think that the other party was entertaining himself.

The spring rain was dripping, making the small courtyard silent.

An Le took the bamboo sword handed over by the old man, and started lightly, which was naturally much lighter than the metal sword, and the hilt, sword and blade were all made of bamboo, like a toy bamboo sword cut by a grandfather with a firewood knife to coax his grandson.

"What? Isn't it disappointing? ”

The old man seemed to see An Le's astonishment, and laughed a little mischievously.

"The elders give it, and the young don't dare to resign." An Le held the sword and said: "Besides, the bamboo sword is also a sword, since the predecessor gave the sword, it is a gift, how can Xiaosheng be dissatisfied with the gift and show disappointment." ”

The old man looked at An Le, and seemed to see through An Le's thoughts at a glance: "I know that you want a good sword, this bamboo sword is really not good, but I have accompanied the old man for a long time, and I am an old man, thinking about finding a good home for it." ”

"Your ink and bamboo stone drawings make the old man quite appetizing for the old man, and the proud gentleman's temperament can be seen in the painting, perhaps, you will be a good sword bearer, and it is a good place for this bamboo sword."

"If you are really suitable, you will naturally find the bamboo sword good."

The old man took back the wide sleeves of his plain clothes that were wet with rain, his eyes kept staring at the bamboo sword, and his pupils were a little reluctant, and even a little unwilling.

An Le's gaze fell on the bamboo sword, no matter how he looked at it, it was unremarkable.

The bamboo sword is two feet seven long, not a long sword, but it also has the posture of a sword, the bamboo sword has no sheath, or even a blade, I don't know if it can cut the skin of the cultivator if it is slashed out.

But the old man's words made An Le pay attention to it, this is not a simple sword, it is the old man's entrustment.

"Xiaosheng will protect this sword well."

An Le said solemnly, as if he was making an oath.

When the old man heard this, he immediately laughed: "You kid, it's so funny, although it is a bamboo sword, it is not delicate, it does not need protection, it should be taken out and slashed, and it should collide, don't be afraid of breaking the sword." ”

"The first person in the world has failed to break this broken bamboo sword, what are you afraid of?"

"A sword is a sword, a weapon to be used to kill, and the act of protecting a sword is an insult to the sword."

The old man looked at An Le and taught.

When An Le heard this, he immediately understood, nodded, and his eyes changed slightly, the old man said so, this sword must have something that he has never noticed.

"This sword has no name, it is made of a green bamboo, named 'Qingshan', but it is related to the poems made in your bamboo and stone drawing, it is also fate, Qingshan has been with me for many years, but it is a new beginning for Xiaoyou, and you can change the name of the sword at will." The old man was very free and easy.

"Qingshan sees how charming I am, and I see Qingshan should be like this." An Le suddenly thought of it, and chuckled and said: "The name of the sword is very good." ”

The old man was stunned, his eyes lit up, and he laughed.

Subsequently, no more swords are discussed, and the swords sent away will no longer choose to be withdrawn.

Looking at An Le, the old man smiled and said, "You still want to go to the Lin Mansion to work, right?" Remember to take a leave of absence in three days, and the old man will take you to a place. ”

Hearing this, An Le nodded without asking where he needed to go.

"Let's go, come and talk to Xiaoyou about the ink and bamboo painting in the evening, remember to prepare the wine and food, the old rice wine of the Yanchunli restaurant is delicious enough, but the meat is average, or the beef shop in Dingya Lane, it is delicious enough."

The old man waved his hand, left the courtyard with an umbrella, and smiled lightly in the alley: "I see how charming the green mountains are......"

As soon as I got out of the small courtyard, in Taimiao Alley, there were rapid footsteps.

Huang Xian, the head of the black ya, was wearing a servant's uniform, his body was wet with rain, and he rushed to the front of the small courtyard, and when he saw the old man in plain clothes walking out of the alley, he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, the old man had no aura fluctuations, just an ordinary person.

"An Gong ......"

Huang Xian saw that the courtyard door was wide open, so he quickly stepped in and shouted for peace.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw the headless corpse on the ground, and the words he shouted suddenly stiffened and choked in his throat.

"Huang Zhutou, I came just in time, and I was about to look for you."

An Le held a yellow bamboo sword in his hand, and when he saw Huang Zhutou, he immediately smiled.

Huang Zhutou couldn't laugh, and his face was solemn: "Hu Jingang? ”

An Le bathed in the spring rain, with a soft smile on his face, like a fairy out of the dust, slightly bowed.

"You killed it?" Huang Zhutou took a breath, and his tone was mixed with disbelief.

An Le walked towards the house, took a towel to wipe his hair, and said, "This Hu Jingang attacked last night, saying that because of the wanted portrait I made, he was too annoyed to be hunted down, so he wanted to kill me." ”

"Naturally, I can't sit still, I can only fight back and kill him in self-defense."

Huang Xian slowly calmed down and was shocked, and in the morning the yamen received a report from the husband, saying that there was a nameless head on Qingbo Street, and after confirming the identity, it was the Jiangyang thief Hu Jingang, so the case was transferred to the black ya.

Huang Xian led the team to come and found that this location was at the entrance of Taimiao Lane, so he couldn't help but think of An Le, and immediately rushed over, but Hu Jingang was really killed by An Le.

"Gongzi An, it's okay if you're okay, Hu Jingang is extremely evil, if you kill him, it will be regarded as punishing evil and promoting good, Hei Ya will not pursue it, and will even reward you." Huang Xian knew that An Le killed someone for the first time, so he comforted An Le.

An Le drew a few sketches for the sons in the Lin Mansion, and the net worth was not a lot, but he didn't care too much about the bounty, entered the house, changed into a clean white clothes, pinned a tattered bamboo sword to his waist, took an oil-paper umbrella, and wanted to go to the Lin Mansion to work.

"Huang Zhutou, Hu Jingang is a suspect in the black ya, you can send someone to deal with this corpse."

An Le opened the umbrella, and the raindrops fell, smashing on the umbrella surface with a muffled sound.

Huang Xian, who was wearing a hat, said with a smile: "Don't worry, leave everything to me." ”

After a while, he called someone to deal with Hu Jingang's body, Huang Xian didn't say anything, just hugged his fist towards An Le, and his heart became more and more high at An Le.

Although this son completed his cultivation enlightenment at the age of eighteen, he will be like the hidden dragon out of the abyss, and he will bloom!

"Come back another day to drink and eat meat with Gongzi An, and personally thank Gongzi An for killing this evil Hu Jingang."

Huang Xian seriously hugged his fists and saluted, and An Le also returned the salute.

After waiting for Huang Xian and the fast catchers, the figures disappeared into the alley.

An Le locked the courtyard door, an umbrella, a sword and a white coat, walked out of the rain alley, and went straight to the west of the West Lake.

Yaofeng faintly saw Dai eyebrows, strange that there was no such cold in spring.

The smoke and rain of the West Lake, dotted with ripples in circles, have a unique flavor.

Yu waited for a moment in the literati and ink pile, but he didn't wait for the Yunrou Fairy's imperial sword to appear, which was quite regrettable.

The first wisps of wool of the year have not been reached.

I didn't see the Yunrou Fairy, and the smoke and rain scenery of the West Lake seemed a little boring, and I didn't stay on the embankment of the West Lake for a long time, and An Le turned around and went to the Lin Mansion.

As usual, I went to work every day, and the one who opened the door was still the maid who left the fragrance, looking at the peace and happiness of the white-clothed snow in the spring rain, and the girl's eyes were like spring.

"Miss Liuxiang, please inform Mrs. Hua, I have something to ask to see."

An Le smiled softly.

Liuxiang maid's face flushed: "Gongzi An, Mrs. Hua said that if you want to find her, you can go to Tianbo Water Pavilion." ”

An Le nodded, and after saying goodbye to Liuxiang, he went to Tianbo Water Pavilion with an umbrella, a bamboo sword at his waist, and his white clothes staggered, making him look more and more chic.

The sky is rippling and the spring rain is sprinkled from the sky, like billions of crystal ice beads, falling into the world.

Hit on the black tile pavilion of the four corners of the cornice, making a crisp sound.

In the main hall, the spring breeze through the hall carries a few grains of spring rain bursting water vapor, misty blowing, lifting the tulle skirt under the splendid clothes of Mrs. Hua lying on the couch.

Mrs. Hua would make tea and read in the main hall of the water pavilion every morning, which was her habit for many years.

An Le collected the umbrella and entered the main hall of the water pavilion, and the tip of the umbrella dragged a faint rain mark on the ground.

Madame Hua pressed down the book, looked at the visiting young painter with delicately carved eyebrows.

Well?

At this look, Mrs. Hua was stunned, because in her primordial spirit, she couldn't perceive Anle's forging qi and blood and refining spirit.

It was as if there was a vague veil that obscured An Le's cultivation realm, making it impossible for her to explore.

This is a rare occurrence.

Madame Hua's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her gaze moved horizontally, and from An Le's handsome face downwards to her waist, she could see a tattered and yellowed bamboo sword.

At first glance, Madame Hua thought it was just an ordinary rotten bamboo sword.

However, after careful observation, Yuan Shen trembled, as if he had thought of something.

On Mrs. Hua's delicate and elegant face, a touch of horror suddenly appeared.