Since the establishment of the emperor who swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger 10,000 years ago, the Academy of Literature has been closely related to the change of every dynasty.

The Holy Mountain is transcendent and independent, and the Academy of Literature and the Temple of Martial Arts actually want to imitate the Holy Mountain, but as the bond between the Dynasty and the Academy of Literature becomes more and more profound, this imitation naturally becomes impossible.

The Academy of Literature has gradually evolved from a place where scholars from all over the world gather.

Gathering scholars from all over the world, all kinds of ideas burst out in the academy of literature, and gradually Confucianism and Taoism were the most, and the great Confucianism of the court, the master of the academy of literature, etc., even contained a kind of power that was different from the blood and the mind.

Compared with the purity of the martial temple, the Academy of Literature is actually relatively much more complicated, the three masters are divided into three forces, and three different ideas and propositions are impacting like an undercurrent in the Academy.

The spring rain is pouring down on the white walls and black tiles of the literary academy buildings, like a beautiful splash of ink landscape map, quite a bit of the taste of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Beyond the white jade archway of the Bunyuan, through the deep path, along the rain sprinkled by the tender flowers along the way, you can see a grass house hidden in a few plantains.

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses.

Under the grass house, the spring breeze blows slowly, blowing the hot gas rising from the oblique carbon stove.

Under the eaves of the grass house, the spring rain gathers into water droplets, flows into a curtain, falls to the ground, and the sound of the rain around the banana beats, like silk and bamboo music, the sound is in the ears.

Two old figures are on a chessboard, with several black and white chess pieces scattered and talking.

The old man of Taimiao held the black drop, squinting his eyes and staring at the chessboard.

Opposite him, it was the old man in the Confucian shirt that he saw in the Mid-Levels Pavilion that day, and he was also the third master of the Academy of Literature.

The third master held the white son and ate Zhao Huangting's black son.

"You are so optimistic about that young painter, and even gave him Qingshan, why do you have spare time to talk to the old man at this moment?"

The third master looked at the old friend with a smile.

"It's nothing to see, there's not much suspense, and the one who holds my green mountains is outstanding."

Zhao Huangting took a sip of the best West Lake Longjing, raised his eyebrows, and reached out to retrieve the sunspot that had just fallen, but the outstretched hand was slapped by the third master.

"Oh? Are you so optimistic about this artist? This time, the sixth mountain lord opened the mountain, and the people who fought for the mountain were not idle, Ye Fu Ye pet, the seed family and the Shun Dynasty, I heard that even Na Luo Qingchen put down the shelf in his heart. ”

The third master smiled, and then dropped another son, and ate a large sunspot in the stinky chess basket opposite.

Zhao Huangting's face darkened, he drank a big mouthful of Longjing, his long eyebrows were trembling, what happened to regret chess? !

"Luo Qingchen? That little guy made of Daoxin tofu? As for the temperament of the Lord of the Six Mountains, he can't look down on him, as for the seed family and the Ye family, if the Ye family's Ye Wenxi's female baby is willing to fight, it is nine times out of ten, but Ye Wenxi's female talent is comparable to that of the Ye family's general who sits on the Canglang River, and her morale is not low, and she will not be willing to be wronged to be a mountain guard, and the goal is definitely to fight for the small holy list, talk to the holy master, and open the seventh mountain. ”

Zhao Huangting stopped playing chess and drank tea by himself.

After all, if this chess continues, he will definitely lose, and as long as he does not fall, he will not lose.

The third master saw Zhao Huangting's rogue measures, smiled, and did not debunk it.

"From this point of view, that young painter will definitely enter the sixth mountain, which is good news for the Lin family." The third master sighed lightly: "The Lin family is full of loyalty, but unfortunately, it is precisely because of the loyalty and martyrdom that it has ended up in such an embarrassing situation, the most ruthless emperor family, the noble man in the Tianxuan Palace, to see clearly the results of the battle between the dragons, the influence of the three families of Lin, Seed, and Ye is too great." ”

"Don't mention that guy, it's messy and bad to listen to, and it's embarrassing to lose the face of our old Zhao family."

Zhao Huangting chewed the Longjing tea leaves on the tip of his tongue, the rich fragrance of tea burst out in his mouth, glanced at the third master, and said a little angrily.

The third master smiled, although the noble person in the Tianxuan Palace was noble, there was no taboo in talking about it.

"There is one sentence that you said wrong, An Xiaoyou may not enter the sixth mountain."

Zhao Huangting changed the topic and said.

The third master chuckled lightly, as if he was not surprised: "I would like to hear about it." ”

"Let's not talk about the Jade Guanyin of the Hua family, just with my understanding of An Xiaoyou, he may not choose to become a mountain guard."

Zhao Huangting re-brewed the hot tea, blew off the hot air on the teacup, and said lightly.

"In fact, if he really accepts the qualification of the mountain guard, I will be disappointed, the mountain keeper and the mountain guard, although the identity is noble, and he is also a member of the holy mountain gate, but in a sense, he belongs to the mountain lord and attendant, after all, he is inferior, and it is easy to break his heart, so the green mountain ...... He may not be able to carry it. ”

When the third master heard this, he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Although An Xiaoyou has just been enlightened, and his enlightenment at the age of eighteen is indeed a little late, and he missed the golden period of laying a solid foundation for cultivation when he was a child, An Xiaoyou's talent is really good, and he is even more talented in the sword path."

"So, I'm more willing to be a little friend, take the little holy order, take the most difficult road, get a chance to talk to the holy master, maybe there is a chance to enter the long-vacant seventh mountain and become the seventh mountain master?"

"I still have high expectations for him, after all...... Qingshan is covered with dust in my hands, I hope he can release the sword qi contained in Qingshan, and have the opportunity to cut down the Yuanmeng Emperor, who is the first in the world. ”

Zhao Huangting smiled, looking at the spring rain in the sky, his eyes were hazy.

"My attitude is hidden in the sword qi of Qingshan, between the entanglement of sword qi, the sixth mountain lord should also know my intentions, if the young man wants to become a mountain guard, he will do what he wants, if he does not want to, consume a wave of old favors, the sixth mountain lord will give a small holy order, however, the Lin family flower to solve the ice, must also go to the small holy order, the old decay of this favor can be saved."

"However, when the Little Holy Order is in hand, it will be included in the Little Holy List, and whether it can stand out is the real test."

The words fell.

The spring rain suddenly intensified, and the falling raindrops crackled more and more loudly.

A thunderclap sounded behind the clouds, and the heavy rain was majestic, and the rain contained sword energy.

The third master and Zhao Huangting turned their heads together to look into the distance, and a green mountain appeared in the hazy heavy rain.

"No, Jade Guanyin has come out with a sword."

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An Le looked at Mrs. Hua beside her with some surprise.

The majestic mind seems to distort the brilliance between heaven and earth, vaguely like looking at a Bodhisattva sitting alone on a lotus flower.

In the name of his protector of peace, Madame Hua asked for a small holy decree......

The little saint Ling Anle heard Mrs. Hua say that it was the second condition for meeting the holy master!

It turns out that the little holy order is going to be obtained from the mountain master?

In the mid-level pavilion.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi looked at the flower of the peanut sword qi to solve the ice, and his face returned to coldness.

"You're going to take a little holy order for him?"

The palm of the man in Tsing Yi fell on the sword box, and the sword in the box was trembling.

Mrs. Hua's delicate face was full of solemnity, bowing her head slightly, and her majestic heart gathered into a vague Guanyin phantom.

"The inheritance sword of Ganye Temple is indeed good."

"Save some strength to meet the trouble that the Lin Mansion is going to encounter, there is no need to compete with me, someone has given him a small holy decree at the expense of people." The man in Tsing Yi said lightly.

When Mrs. Hua heard this, her solemn expression suddenly froze, and then she thought of something and looked at the broken bamboo sword on her waist.

Did that senior do this for the sake of comfort?

But come to think of it, the bamboo swords are all given, and letting An Le fight for the mountain people is indeed a bit inconsistent with the domineering character of the senior who dared to swing the sword to kill Emperor Yuanmeng.

After Mrs. Hua figured it out, the corners of her lips smiled, and she bowed gracefully to the sixth mountain lord: "Then it will trouble the mountain lord." ”

The corners of the Sixth Mountain Lord's mouth stiffened: "Human affection is a little bit that can be eliminated a little." ”

Mrs. Hua covered her mouth and chuckled, and what she said was reasonable.

She could think of the angry appearance of the old-timer beating his chest at the moment.

An Le held the ink-colored Qingfeng in his hand, and at the same time met the gaze of Lady Hua and the Sixth Mountain Lord, which made him can't help but be upset.

The Sixth Mountain Lord bent his fingers, and the ink-colored Qingfeng in An Le's hand suddenly swept out and hung beside the Sixth Mountain Lord.

"This sword comes out of my own box, called the ink pool, and it is destined for you, and the little holy order is given to it."

After the mountain lord finished speaking, the sword pointed at the sword body, and the bright golden light disappeared in it.

With another knock, the inkpool flew out and landed three hundred steps down the pavilion, inserted in the trunk of a peach tree beside the road.

"You climb the mountain to get the sword, if you can get the sword, you will get a small holy order, if not, then you will guard the mountain for me, and don't think about the opening of the mountain, how about it?"

The mountain lord looked at An Le and asked.

Mrs. Hua frowned: "Mountain master, Anle's cultivation is lower, climb the sixth mountain......"

"I only let him climb the three hundred steps, and I didn't let him climb to the top of the mountain, and besides, my sixth mountain staircase tests the induction of the sword, which is not excessive."

The Mountain Lord interrupted Lady Flower's words.

Mrs. Hua stopped talking and let An Le choose for herself, which was actually an opportunity for An Le, and obtaining the little holy decree with her own hands was very different from the meaning of her taking the order for An Le.

And, climb the sixth mountain...... It is also an opportunity that countless practitioners dream of.

An Le looked at the top of the green mountain, the inky green blade planted under the peach tree.

[Natural Swordsman] Dao Guo trembled, and the sword seemed to call him from afar, with longing, with hope, with begging.

An Le took a deep breath and no longer hesitated: "I'm willing to climb the mountain to get a sword." ”

The Sixth Mountain Lord and Mrs. Hua both nodded their heads.

Then, the mountain lord flicked his sleeves, and An Le's figure was entangled by the sword light, and the floating light fell at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, smoke and rain returned.

The cultivators were in the shock of the young man holding the sword and rushing into the sky, but suddenly they saw that a flash of sword light swept by, and the young man in white actually returned to the foot of the mountain.

Everyone was stunned and confused.

Luo Qingchen, who had just walked down from the mountain, and the three of them, Shunchao and Ye Pet, were happy to see each other, and they were also happy.

Wasn't he brought in to be a mountain watchman?

Why did it come down again?

But seeing An Le ignoring everyone's eyes, his face was unprecedentedly dignified, he exhaled lightly, and stepped up the stairs to climb the mountain.

The moment he stepped on the mountain road, the sword qi of the entire green mountain seemed to revive in an instant, and the sword chant sounded like an ancient bell, generating invisible oppression out of thin air.

Luo Qingchen and the three of them all understood what was going on, and their eyes changed when they looked at An Le.

"This person gave up becoming a mountain guard, but he actually wanted to take the little holy order and fight for the opportunity to talk to the holy master?!"

Chong Shun Chao and Ye Pet looked at each other, and their eyes were very surprised, and even admiration appeared.

Luo Qingchen was like being stabbed in the back, and the identity of the mountain keeper he cared about turned out to be sent to the other party's mouth, but the other party was unwilling to accept it.

For a while, Luo Qingchen only felt the dust on his heart because of the youth......

Like ink smudging, it expands more and more.

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