The wind in the water pavilion is becoming softer and softer, like a blessed spring that wakes up the revival of all things, and there is a kind of comfort that makes the pores glow between the breezes.

In the main hall, the fragrance of ink is strong.

A special gift?

An Le listened to Mrs. Hua's words after smiling mysteriously, and her heart was at a loss.

In fact, he didn't ask for anything in return for the gift of the flower lady.

Just Mrs. Hua showed him the way forward and lit the green lantern on the path of cultivation, which was enough for the young man to give back the painting without asking for anything in return.

However, Mrs. Hua obviously did not want to accept the young man's gift of paintings in vain.

Madame Hua admired the ink and bamboo drawings on the table, and it was obvious that such ink paintings made Madame Hua happier than sketches.

The reason why the sketch is appreciated by Mrs. Hua is because An Le's sketch is lifelike, and it captures the sorrow and sadness when she said goodbye to her husband.

However, An Le's ink painting bamboo has a unique style, and it can even be said to have created a style of ink and bamboo school, and there are many people who paint bamboo in Da Zhao, but there are very few people who paint bamboo with ink alone.

The main hall of the water pavilion was quite quiet, there was no sound, only a few people were breathing.

An Le white robe with wide sleeves, standing in place, waiting for the so-called special gift from Mrs. Hua, but ...... After waiting for a while, Mrs. Hua didn't make any moves.

An Le was a little puzzled, and looked at Mrs. Hua suspiciously.

Lin Chaifeng and Lin Qingyin were also confused, and even they were quite curious about what the special gift that the eldest lady would give to An Le?

How to practice? Or maybe it's a magic weapon?

But none of this is special.

Mrs. Hua admired the painting, raised her head and glanced at An Le, and couldn't help but smile: "What do you see, sit down and drink tea, you will know this ceremony in three days." ”

"I can't give it to you now."

When An Le heard this, he did not doubt Mrs. Hua's words, and believed that Mrs. Hua would not play tricks with him.

Three days later, it can be found that Mrs. Hua's ceremony is related to the opening of the Sixth Mountain to recruit mountain guards?

Madame wants to help him become the guardian of the sixth mountain lord?

An Le couldn't figure it out and stopped thinking about it.

In the following time, Mrs. Hua stayed in the water pavilion to drink tea and discuss paintings.

The girl is graceful, making tea is quite a must, pleasing to the eye of the tea art, and the peace of mind is peaceful.

During this period, Mrs. Hua and An Le explained some of the difficult points on the "Sword Waterfall Map", as well as some tips in the process of visualizing the Sword Map, which benefited An Le a lot.

The spring rain gradually stopped, and the air was filled with a fragrant fragrance after being washed.

It was getting late, and the faint glow jumped out of the corners of the cheeks from behind the twilight clouds, reflecting the sea of clouds in the sky.

An Le said goodbye to Mrs. Hua, and left the Lin Mansion under the send-off of Lin Qingyin and Lin Chaifeng.

Holding a folded oil-paper umbrella, a broken bamboo sword is pinned to his waist, and a black and white jade pendant is hung.

The young man's outstanding posture is like a god, causing pedestrians on the street to look back frequently.

Walking through the long street is customary to go to Yanchunli to get a pot of wine, and unhurriedly detour to Ding Ya Lane, he remembered that the old man of Taimiao once said that the old rice wine in Yanchun is very good, but the meat is not good, and you have to go to the beef shop in Ding Ya Lane to eat meat.

Therefore, An Le went to Ding Ya Lane, found the beef shop in the mouth of the old man of Taimiao, cut a pound of braised beef, and returned to Taimiao Lane leisurely and comfortably.

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……

Bunin, in a black and white pavilion complex.

The glow washed by the spring rain sprinkled from between the clouds and reflected on the windowsill, making the hanging water droplets burst out with a colorful luster.

Luo Qingchen's face was a little ugly, and he put down the pen in his hand.

Looking at the ink and bamboo and stone drawings he personally traced on the table, a touch of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

The surrounding gentlemen of the Academy of Literature all came over to appreciate and comment on the ink bamboo depicted by Luo Qingchen.

"Yes, it is worthy of Mr. Luo, and there are seven or eight points similar to this ink bamboo depiction."

"It's a pity that the artistic conception is a little worse, and the kind of gentleman's backbone is lacking, and the character of the east, west, south and north wind is missing......"

"No wonder Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo's Dao heart has been covered with dust one after another, and that feeling is incomprehensible."

……

The gentlemen of the Academy of Literature have a fierce eye, Luo Qingchen is good at depicting, although there is still a gap between the technique and An Le's ink bamboo, but, as the first depiction, Luo Qingchen has done a good job.

The shape is in place, but the meaning is too much, and the painter paints, and the emphasis is the meaning.

Luo Qingchen is not a professional painter, and everyone did not pursue it, plus Luo Qingchen was defeated by Li Youan, so he folded his waist and spine, and his heart was covered with dust, which naturally had a gap with the gentleman's temperament revealed in the painting.

But it's one thing to know, it's another thing to say it when you comment.

Luo Qingchen's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he had a feeling that his face was pulled out and constantly whipped.

Of course, what made Luo Qingchen feel uncomfortable the most was because he couldn't depict An Le's paintings, and there was even a big gap.

"Master, the student has finished painting."

Luo Qingchen put down his pen and saluted the two masters sitting upright on the main case.

"If there is something at home for the students, they will leave first today." Luo Qingchen said, and then, turned around and walked hurriedly, his clothes fluttered, and left the pavilion.

The second master glanced at the third master: "Why do you have to pull him out to suffer this humiliation." ”

The third master smiled: "You know what I mean, Luo Qingchen's talent is good, but it's a pity that his mood is not good, he is easy to be frustrated, the Taoist heart is too delicate, and he will be dusty at every turn, if he can sink his heart, feel the artistic conception in the painting, reflect on himself, and understand the perseverance in it, there is still a few chances to wash away the dust on the Taoist heart." ”

"Unfortunately, he didn't grasp it."

"After entering the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion as a staff member, this Luo Qingchen's cultivation belief is not pure, which is a pity."

The third master sighed lightly.

The second master was silent for a moment, and said: "Luo Qingchen should also know this, so in three days, he will go to the foot of the sixth mountain to compete for the place of mountain guards. ”

When the third master heard this, he smiled and said nothing.

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……

Luo Qingchen went down the bluestone stairs, after a spring rain, the foot of the Academy of Literature was full of smoke, black and white buildings were dotted among them, and the clouds were deep and unknown, like a fairyland.

The burly coachman sat quietly in the carriage, and Mr. Law said that he would return in a moment, and before he knew it, a long time passed.

Despite his doubts, the coachman was not dissatisfied.

Far up the stone path of the cold mountain, Luo Qingchen returned with a gloomy face, without saying a word, and got into the carriage.

"Go to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Luo Qingchen's tone was cold, as if mixed with anger.

"Whoa."

The burly coachman was wearing a hat, and there was still a spring rain on it, he didn't ask anything, but only answered, and began to urge the luxurious chariot to go slowly and head in the direction of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion.

In the carriage, Luo Qingchen sat upright and closed his eyes, as if there was a string in his heart, trembling and beating violently.

The humiliation he suffered today was not inflicted by the young man, but that painting was made by the young man, and the contrast in the center of the painting made Luo Qingchen feel aggrieved and unwilling.

The young man painted bamboo has a gentleman's temperament, and his proud bones stand tall in the world, and the world says that Taluo Qingchen does not have this arrogant bones, and he can't paint the charm of ink and bamboo......

Those words were either unintentional words, or yin and yang, but they were really like silk and bamboo, disturbing his heart.

Those gentlemen of the literary academy said it easily, if this young man was allowed to try it in front of Li Youan, would the Dao heart still be like a rock?! Will you still have the courage to draw your sword?!

Luo Qingchen inhaled deeply, exhaled again, and endured his distorted thoughts.

He knew he had lost his normal heart.

There is a picture in front of me that is constantly lingering, it is a picture of a young man bathing in the spring rain, straightening his spine under his pressure, and never bending his waist.

The boy in the picture is very dazzling.

Although it has not been like the dust on the heart of the Dao, it has been lingering after all, which makes him quite unhappy in his heart.

"Three days later, when the sixth mountain opens, I will enter the holy mountain, and the Dao heart will wash away the dust, and will return to its former glory, and all the ridicule and insults will eventually disappear like clouds after the rain."

Inside the car, Luo Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, and there was a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

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As the sun sets, twilight falls.

Qingbo Street is becoming more and more sparsely populated.

An Le carried a pot of old rice wine, carried the braised beef from Ding Ya Lane, and returned to the small courtyard of Taimiao Lane.

The corpses in the courtyard have already been cleaned up, and with the spring rain that washed away for a day, there is no blood.

The leaves of the old locust tree are stained with the spring rain that has not dried, shining in the glow.

An Le took out the small table from the house, put the old wine and beef, and the two bamboo stools faced each other, waiting for the old man in Taimiao.

After waiting for a while, the old man had not yet come, An Le sat on the bamboo chair and slowly closed his eyes.

The mind moved.

Today, in the Tianbo Water Pavilion, the wisps of golden years drawn from Mrs. Hua suddenly emerged and bloomed with golden light.

An Le had already absorbed a wisp of golden age qi from Mrs. Hua before, condensing the Dao Fruit of the Years [Sword Dancer].

This is the first time that An Le has absorbed the second wisp of golden age in the same person.

The years are like flowing gold, condensed into incense pillars, burning in a curling way, and the smoke is ethereal.

There is a picture like a stone thrown from a quiet lake, rippling with waves.