The old man of Taimiao came to paint, and An Le no longer practiced the strength of the sword.

Pulling out the bamboo sword from the old locust tree, the sword was on his waist, I don't know if it was an illusion, An Le felt that the bamboo sword seemed to be holding it a little easier.

"The sword has a spirit, it feels hope from you, the spirit buried in the blade of the sword, it will wake up slowly and orderly, don't look at the green mountain is quite broken, but it is indestructible, you kid wants to take charge of the green mountain now, but it is still far away."

"A sword is a swordsman's best friend, but you're still a little younger."

The old man sat on the bamboo chair, poured a glass of old rice wine, drank it all, and said with a smile.

An Le rubbed the Qingshan bamboo sword with his palm, and his heart was more and more happy with this broken bamboo sword that did not look good.

"You started too late, you didn't start until you were eighteen years old, it's a little regrettable, you have to improve yourself as soon as possible, to the extent that you can be in charge of Qingshan, don't let Qingshan have regrets."

The old man drank the wine, suddenly sighed, and the loneliness in his eyes flashed.

Perhaps, he once made Qingshan regret so much that he didn't want the young man to repeat the mistakes of the past.

An Le smiled, accompanied by a soft wind and rain, and his words were a little firm and serious: "Qingshan will not leave regrets." ”

Since he came to this life, he was able to come into contact with the magnificent practice, and naturally he did not want to leave regrets in life.

The life of the previous life was short and flashy, like a shackle, flowing everywhere with helplessness and ordinariness, when I was a child, the children's palace, school, and home were connected by three points, elementary school, junior high school, high school, I was already an adult in the blink of an eye, I spent all my pen and ink, and I drew tens of millions of paper, and I will enter the art academy that I used up my entire youth in exchange, but I crossed it.

An Le felt that he had a lot of regrets in those years, including the regret that everything he had struggled for was burned, and the regret of saying goodbye to that era.

And in this life, it is gorgeous and colorful, stepping on the practice to feel the beauty of heaven and earth, the sword and the green mountains, and I don't want to waste my life, the taste of regret is too bitter, and I don't want to taste it again.

An Le poured a glass of old rice wine and drank with the old man.

The clouds in the sky are scattered, and the bright moon is like a goddess ascending to the sky, gentle as water.

The moonlight shines on the branches of the old locust tree and the new young leaves moistened by the spring rain, and the mottled leaf shadows fall.

Drinking the old rice wine in the cup in one gulp, An was optimistic about Mingyue, and chuckled: "There is a sequence when I hear the Tao, first and then first, then first, and then first, don't worry, seniors." ”

The old man heard that the young man's heart was like a rainbow, and the appreciation in his eyes became more and more intense.

Subsequently, he stopped talking about spiritual practice, took out his paintings, and talked to the teenager about the moon, drinking, and painting.

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……

In the spring of March, even the yin ninety dynasties.

The rain in spring always comes for no reason, just stopped at the previous moment, it is warm for only half a day, and then there is a trace of smoke and fog, sprinkled all over the rain of the east wind and green fields, like a cow's hair like a bead curtain, covering the world.

The spring of Lin'an Mansion is moistened by the spring rain, more beautiful, the green leaves and young flowers in the streets and alleys are being spawned out, hiking the West Lake, strolling the causeway, and resting in the pavilion, all of which can be seen full of life.

After taking leave from Mrs. Hua, Mrs. directly granted An Le a three-day vacation, allowing him to practice at home, warm his mind, and prepare for the opening of the sixth mountain.

An Le opened his mouth to refuse, but Mrs. Hua said that the sons should also prepare for the opening of the sixth mountain, so the painting was temporarily stopped.

In this case, there is no reason for An Le to refuse.

Get up early in the morning, bathed in the spring rain, a seat of white clothes in the spring rain to practice the five birds, the muscles and bones are singing, the qi and blood are boiling, and the qi and blood are pushed to perfection, and they are beginning to have a tendency to converge, and the wisps spread to the bones.

An Le knew that he was only one step away from forging the second realm spirit bone, and he might only need an opportunity to step in.

The demonic energy continued to spread out in the quenching demon jade, and when practicing the five birds, the demonic qi boiled the flesh along the skin membrane, making An Le's body stronger and stronger.

Infiltrated by demonic energy, An Le's appearance is more and more handsome at the same time, adding a bit of demonic energy, which is very eye-catching.

Visualize the sword waterfall, temper the five birds, and learn to collapse the sword power......

An Le has his own plan for cultivation, of course, reading is very important, in his spare time for cultivation, he will squeeze out time to read, books related to the imperial examination, the works of the Confucian scholars of the Academy of Literature, and even some masterpieces of famous literati in this world, he will carefully read them.

Reading a book a hundred times is self-evident, and An Le still believes in the truth that reading changes fate.

Although he set foot in practice, but practice does not mean to give up reading, even if it is a strong person like Mrs. Hua, every morning will hold the Confucian books in the Tianbo Water Pavilion to drink tea and read, what qualifications does he have to be happy not to read?

Besides, the spring season is just around the corner, and you can't slack off on your studies just because of your practice.

Reading and strolling to the West Lake, as always, to see the cold and beautiful but red dust of the Yunrou fairy.

From the years of streamers, it is known that the Yunrou Fairy is not weak in cultivation, but she is willing to be a flower girl between the flower boats, and she is famous, but after all, it is a cheap industry, and the identity of the Yunrou Fairy cultivator does not match well.

Even in the Linhua Pavilion of the First Qinglou in Lin'an, although there are also Hongchen women who practice, but they are only beginners in cultivation, and it is just a gimmick, and it is rare to be as talented as Fairy Yunrou.

It's a pity that I hesitated for a moment in the West Lake, stepping on the spring rain, and I didn't wait for the Yunrou fairy, this is the third day that I haven't seen Yunrou.

Leaving the West Lake, we returned to Taimiao Lane on Qingbo Street.

An Le set up a table, prepared a tea cup on the table, and boiled water on the side of the charcoal stove.

Make a pot of hot tea, sit quietly at the door, facing the old locust tree in the courtyard, and begin to visualize the "Sword Waterfall Map", and the heart of the womb begins to gather wisps.

The blessing of the [Eternal Talent] Dao Fruit makes Anle's cultivation speed quite fast.

There is no need to go to the Lin Mansion to work, the only pity is that you can't absorb the qi of the years.

If you try your luck on the street, you may not be able to meet a cultivator, the old man of Taimiao has the spirit of time, and now he can't pump his happiness.

However, An Le is not too regretful, waiting for the opening of the Sixth Mountain, there will definitely be a large number of cultivators gathering, and they will be able to absorb enough at that time.

The rain comes to be delicate and sparse, even if it can't be more, it refuses to do without.

Watch the spring rain in front of the door.

Drink tea, visualize, be quiet.

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Three days are fleeting.

The spring rain stopped and came, just as to welcome the opening of the sixth mountain of today's holy mountain, and the rain fell more and more actively.

An Le got up early, the sky was hazy, and the fluttering spring rain was like silver filaments in the morning light.

Changing into a clean wide-sleeved white robe, three days to quench the body with demonic qi, forging the body to cultivate the distance to cast the spirit bone, it is only one foot away from the door, and it is possible to break through at any time.

Therefore, Anle's whole temperament is becoming more and more upright, and his spirit is like jade.

With a green mountain pinned to his waist, he wore a quenched demon jade, opened the oil-paper umbrella, locked the courtyard door, and stepped on the trickle between the bluestone crevices in Taimiao Alley to go outside.

The alley is quite quiet, in the high walls on both sides, some peach blossom branches poke out their heads, and the pink peach blossoms are cut in half by the spring rain, falling on the bluestone, stepped on by An Le, sticking to the soles of the feet, grinding out a little pink.

Today is the opening day of the sixth mountain, and the atmosphere of the entire Lin'an Mansion seems to be different.

The fetal breath and mind were entangled around the body, and the aura between heaven and earth seemed to flow faster with the surging mood of the cultivators.

Just as the Academy of Literature is a holy place in the hearts of Confucian scholars in the world, and the Martial Temple is a holy place in the hearts of martial artists in the world, the Holy Mountain, as a transcendent force in the Great Zhao and even the entire Middle Earth, is a holy place in the hearts of countless practitioners.

Entering the sixth mountain, even if it is just to become a mountain guard, is also a leap in level.

Therefore, when the opening order resounded throughout Lin'an Mansion, around Lin'an Mansion and even all over Dazhao, practitioners from all over Middle-earth came to the wind, either to try the thoughts that seemed unattainable to many people, or simply to join in the fun.

An Le held an oil-paper umbrella and walked to the entrance of the alley, and suddenly thought of a serious question.

The sixth mountain of the sacred mountain is famous, but ...... He didn't know where to go.

Looking at Qingbo Street, which was baptized and cleaned by the spring rain, An Le scratched his head and turned his head to look at the two-story pavilion-style building with a majestic and majestic spire and heavy eaves exuding a majestic and majestic atmosphere in the distance.

In the temple, the incense is still there, hazy with the morning and spring.

The old man of Taimiao said that he would take him to the sixth mountain today, but there was no movement at the moment.

Before walking to the temple, he did not set foot in the attic of the temple, and after a few meters, he hugged his fists.

"An Xiaoyou, don't be in a hurry, you don't know when you sleep in spring, you will make up for your old age, I won't go with you today, someone will come and take you there."

Inside the temple, the old man's lazy chuckle floated out.

An Le was stunned.

Between the spring breeze and spring rain, there was suddenly the sound of wheels rolling over the bluestone and splashing a trickle.

I don't know when, a luxurious carriage, a corner, slowly drove from the end of Qingbo Street.

An Le stood beside the alley with an umbrella, and the luxurious carriage came straight and slowly stopped beside him.

At the window of the carriage, a plain white palm was handed out from behind the curtain, and the curtain was gently lifted, revealing the delicate and beautiful face of Mrs. Hua, who had not been seen for several days.

Mrs. Hua first bowed her head slightly in the direction of Taimiao, and then her eyes like autumn water fell on An Le, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

"I'll take you to the sixth mountain."

"Gongzi An, get in the car."