Drag the clouds and break the rain in the sky, Dan Tuxia light sword Tuhong!

I don't know when, the sky is getting late, the wind is gradually subsided, and the glow is squeezing away the clouds and pouring all over the world.

On the grassland, the thief horse walked slowly, bathed in the sunset, the brown and black body of the horse was slightly glowing, reflecting the color, like a god horse in the sky falling into the dust.

Heaven and earth aura, mental power, and sword energy......

Gradually, it lingered around the body and dissipated gently.

On the table, An Le completed the scrutiny and carving of the horse's hooves, which seemed simple and only required a few strokes, but An Le had been drawing for a long time.

The horse's hooves are as difficult to depict as a woman's high heels, because the horse's hooves are the gathering place of a horse's strength and center of gravity, and the key to movement and flexibility.

As for the horsetail mane, it is swept with a dry pen, and the combination of dry and wet is very natural, making the horse seem to leap on the paper.

A painting that startled the wind in the garden!

Lin Siye stood aside, and there was already endless joy in his eyes.

He never thought that An Le could give him such an unexpected joy, and the level of painting horses was as high as that of his ink and bamboo.

What amazed Lin Siye even more was that it turned out that ink painting can be used to draw bamboo and horses!

Not only freehand, but also realistic!

Compared with the fine brushwork of horses, it is not bad at all, and even the wild, uninhibited, free, and rebellious demeanor of the thief is vividly expressed!

"Only this painting, the name of the Ann family, worthy of the name!"

"This painting is one into one, straight through the nine grades, called the eight-grade refining god map, comparable to the eight-grade refining god magic weapon!"

Lin Siye was on the side, full of praise.

He loves horses, and naturally he can't put down the horses painted by An Le.

An Le's mind withdrew from the painting, feeling a little tired, and the boiling sword pool in the Mud Pill Palace slowly calmed down.

However, the painting is not over yet.

An Le took the pen and drank the ink, and after a while, he began to write the inscription in the blank space of the birth announcement:

"Hu Ma Yuan is famous, sharp and skinny. The bamboo batch has both ears, and the wind is light into the four hooves. There is no space in the direction, and it is really worthy of life and death. Xiaoteng has this, thousands of miles can be rampant. ”

As for the withdrawal penmanship, Anle is still written in Banqiao style.

Proud of its own bones, staggered, although not carefully arranged, but self-contained.

It seems to have the sharpness of a sword, and the gentleman is arrogant!

Lin Siye chanted, and couldn't help but be distracted.

At the end of the withdrawal, An Le thought about it, solemnly raised the pen, and inscribed the three words "Beihongma" under the inscription.

Take the quenching demon treasure jade around the waist, dye the red mud with the treasure jade and stamp, and a special red mark suddenly arises on the paper.

An Le put down the pen, breathed a long sigh of relief, took a step back, looked at the galloping horse on the table, and his face showed a little joy.

The improvement of his cultivation made him more proficient in painting skills.

Integrating his own ideas, he borrowed the techniques of the master horse painter in his previous life, so he completed this galloping horse picture.

"Eight Rank Refining God Diagram?"

At this time, An Le recalled Lin Siye's praise, and his eyes flickered slightly.

The old man of Taimiao once told him that some court painters painted with their hearts, and the paintings they made could nourish the gods and compare them to the magic weapon of refining the gods.

I never thought that today's peaceful paintings have also reached such a state.

On the ground, the ink pool pinned to An Le's waist trembled slightly, exuding a suction, and on the galloping horse map, there seemed to be an invisible meaning and the fragrance of ink ethereal, which was absorbed by the ink pool.

The ink pool is the sword of calligraphy and painting, and the ink pool can be raised with calligraphy and painting, and the ink pool can be upgraded to the rank.

Today, I painted a galloping horse, and used a galloping horse to draw Lin Siye's wish, and used a galloping horse to raise the ink pool, killing two birds with one stone.

An Le is in a good mood, and even feels that his mind is much stronger at this moment, and he is getting closer and closer to the next realm.

A galloping horse, raising a sword and raising a spirit!

"Fourth master, it's ugly."

Under the remnant sun, An Le clenched his fists and smiled.

Lin Siye glanced at An Le, his handsome face was full of appreciation and gratitude, he knew that this galloping horse picture, An Le must be doing his best to paint.

Looking at the painting, I only felt that the horses seemed to be running out of the paper, majestic and extraordinary!

An Gongzi's painting ...... It's really a god!

The charm and temperament of the fourth master thief horse are vividly displayed.

"It is worthy of being an everyone, there is a galloping horse in front of the ink bamboo, poetry, calligraphy and painting are a must, on the ink bamboo map, the sentence Ren Er, the east, west, north and south winds, and the poem on the galloping horse map, it is really breathtaking."

"I just don't know what this 'Beihong Horse' means?"

Lin Siye asked suspiciously.

An Le smiled: "The poem is written by some hermits in my hometown, as for the inscription of the galloping horse, it is the same as the inscription of Banqiao bamboo on the ink bamboo, which is considered ...... A feeling. ”

Feelings? Lin Siye couldn't help but laugh thoughtfully.

Looking at the galloping horse, the sorrow in his heart disappeared, and the freedom of the galloping horse in the picture was unrestrained after breaking free from the shackles.

Isn't it the state of mind that he Lin Shiro yearns for?

How lucky to have this painting!

"The avenue of painting lies in the pursuit of nature." Lin Siye couldn't help but think of An Le's words before painting, and immediately saddled and took the reins, which was equivalent to being shackled, and he no longer had a natural taste.

It's no wonder that before drawing horses, Ann had to take off the saddle and remove the rope.

Lin Siye admired it in his heart, although An Le was very young, but his fine analysis and three-point painting skills made him marvel and admire.

Lin Siye could see that this galloping horse picture incorporated the technique of An Le knocking on the door of the Lin Mansion.

No wonder the master of the literary academy said that it can be a faction of its own, and it really lives up to its reputation!

Lin Siye's face suddenly became solemn, and he lifted his Confucian shirt, and bowed respectfully and solemnly towards An Le.

"Thank you for your galloping map!"

"Lin Shilang owes An Gongzi a big favor, if there is a need in the future, although An Gongzi speaks, Lin Shilang will do his best to help."

Lin Siye made a solemn promise.

Hearing this, An Le hurriedly helped Lin Siye: "Mrs. Hua has a great favor to me, and Lin Mansion treats me well, this painting can solve the worries of the fourth master, Xiaosheng is happy in his heart, and the fourth master does not need to be like this." ”

Lin Siye got up and didn't say anything.

"I don't say much, I keep this kindness in my heart, my sister-in-law told me that you have obtained the Holy Mountain Little Holy Order, and you want to rush to the peak of the genius of Middle-earth, and talk to the Holy Master."

"If you get the little holy order, you will enter the little holy list, and the ranking of the little holy list is recorded in this booklet, you go back and take a look."

"Every time there is a change in the ranking of the Little Saint List, the guardian of the second mountain of the Holy Mountain will release the changed ranking, which will be copied and announced by the Academy of Literature."

"This is the most recent ranking, you got the Little Holy Order yesterday, and you are already on the list today."

Lin Siye took out a yellow booklet from his sleeve and handed it to An Le.

An Le immediately took it and flipped through it.

"No. 1 on the Little Saint List: Zhao Xianyou, cultivation is: Six Realms of Forging Body, Five Realms of Refining Gods."

In the eye, it is the first place on the list of small saints.

"Who is Zhao Xianyou?"

An Le asked curiously.

Lin Siye's eyes were falling on the galloping horse map, and he couldn't stop admiring it, and when he heard the words, he replied casually: "The ninth prince of Zhao, Zhao Pei, who ranks second, is the second prince." ”

An Le took a breath, noble.

Look further down.

"The second on the Little Saint List, Zhao Pei, cultivates: Forging the Five Realms, Refining the Five Realms."

"The third on the Little Saint List, Qin Hua'an, cultivates: the five realms of forging the body, and the four realms of refining gods."

"The fourth on the Little Saint List, Ye Wenxi, cultivates: Forging the Five Realms and Refining the Five Realms."

……

"The eighteenth on the Little Saint List, Wang Qinhe, cultivates as: the four realms of forging the body, and the three realms of refining the gods."

"The nineteenth of the Little Saint List, Anle, cultivation is: the second realm of forging the body, and the second realm of refining the gods."

After reading it, An Le exhaled lightly, and sure enough, he was at the bottom without any suspense.

But this bottom line was what he expected, after all, the time he really came into contact with cultivation was really short, and being able to enter the Little Saint List was actually a bit supported by nobles, and there was an element of luck.

Before it made the list, the number of Little Saints on the list was eighteen.

There are princes with extremely noble status, and there are also descendants of generals like Ye Wenxi, it can be said that none of those who have the confidence to get the little holy order into the small holy list are mediocre, even if they get the little holy order with the help of family resources, the talent is also unusual, and there is a gap in the heart.

If An Le wants to talk to the Holy Master, he must be among the top three on the Little Saint List.

The white girl Ye Wenxi is only ranked fourth, and you can imagine how difficult it is to be among the top three.

At least, with his current cultivation, I'm afraid it's far from enough.

However, a smile hung on the corner of An Le's lips, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, and the tiger hidden in his heart was also roaring.

He is still weak.

But he is still practicing, and with the fruit of the Dao, he may not be able to catch up with him!

Lin Siye has been paying attention to An Le's demeanor, seeing that the young man is ranked last, but he has not been hit, but his demeanor is calm, his eyes are bright, and his fighting spirit is thin, and he can't help but admire his chin.

An Le did not stay in the Lin Mansion for a long time, won the Little Holy List, thanked Lin Siye, and left Qingfeng Garden.

Under the leadership of Xi Xiang, he went out of the Lin Mansion.

The remnant sun is like blood, reflecting the world.

Crossing the stone monument archway of the Lin Mansion, Anle stepped on the quiet street, and the prosperity and noise of Lin'an in the twilight suddenly came.

He came to Yanchun and made a pot of old wine as usual.

Carrying the old rice wine, I planned to go to Ding Ya Lane to buy beef, but I just got out of the alley.

At the entrance of the long street, a luxurious chariot slowly drove from the surging crowd, the wheel hub crushed the bluestone, made a soft sound, and stopped in front of An Le.

The remnant sun reflects the oblique shadow.

The luxurious carriage and the figure of the young man carrying wine were all pulled out of a narrow shadow.

The silk curtain of the carriage window was lifted.

Young Master Qin condescendingly overlooked the young man carrying the old rice wine.