The rainbow is broken and the rain is colorful, and the faint waves are far away.

Yanchunli alley.

The luxurious carriage was parked quietly, the wheels were no longer grinding the bluestone, and the slanting sun pulled the narrow and tortuous shadows reflected on the ground and walls.

Qin Qianqiu was in the car.

Peace outside the car.

Qin Qianqiu lifted the curtain and looked at the white-clothed young man who walked out of the alley, since he began to pay attention to An Le, he naturally knew that the young man would come to Yanchun every day to buy a pot of old rice wine, so he waited here early.

The condescending gaze, with a bit of scrutiny, is permeating a powerful mind, intertwined in and out of the car.

An invisible oppression, like a mountain, fell on An Le's shoulder, just as Luo Qingchen was in the chariot at the beginning, wanting An Le to lower his eyebrows and bend his waist.

However, Qin Qianqiu far surpassed Luo Qingchen in terms of status, but his cultivation was inferior.

Therefore, this oppression is nothing at all to Anle, who is now fearless, like a gust of breeze, and Anle is calm and calm.

Stress comes and goes quickly.

Qin Qianqiu instantly put away the oppression in his heart, and a touch of appreciation appeared on his face.

"It is worthy of being able to get the little holy order, and this spirit that does not change in the face is indeed extraordinary."

Qin Qianqiu stroked his palms and said.

An Le did shake his head: "The noble man said that he laughed, but it didn't come to this, but the nobleman's mind was coercive, and it was called a landslide, and it was still a little worse." ”

The atmosphere was cold, and even the warm current of the setting sun could not dispel the chill.

Qin Qianqiu squinted in the chariot: "Do you know me?" ”

"I don't know." An Le shook his head: "But to be able to ride such a chariot in Lin'an Mansion, the status is naturally noble." ”

"My name is Qin Qianqiu, and I have a banquet in the Drunken Dragon Pavilion, I wonder if everyone is willing to appreciate their faces?"

The coldness on Qin Qianqiu's face dissipated, and he said with a smile.

When An Le heard Qin Qianqiu's name, his complexion did not change much.

Although, the other party is the one behind Luo Qingchen, and the nobles of the Qin Mansion who are not dying.

"In Xia Anle, I have seen Young Master Qin." An Le Ti wine is slightly shaken, and the etiquette is in place.

"It's not that I don't appreciate my face, but I still have friends at home waiting for my pot of old wine, if Young Master Qin has something, he can say it now, just don't break the bank, the wine and food in the Drunken Dragon Pavilion are not cheap."

Qin Qianqiu didn't expect him to report his identity, but An Le still rejected him.

In the whole of Lin'an, it is quite rare for someone to dare to refuse his invitation.

Qin Xiang holds great power, and all parties pay tribute to the Qin Mansion first, and then go to the palace, it can be said that the Qin Mansion is extremely respected in the entire Great Zhao.

He, Qin Qianqiu, as Qin Xiang's favorite son, naturally saw the flattery, and the tendency to be inflammatory.

The boy's simple and direct refusal really surprised him.

felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but Qin Qianqiu just smiled and said: "My Qin Mansion and the Lin Mansion do have irreconcilable contradictions, but it has nothing to do with you, you have just become a painter of the Lin Mansion, and you are just painting for the Lin Mansion, and my Qin Mansion will always be more tolerant of talents." ”

"An family's ink bamboo, I have appreciated it in the Academy of Literature, quite ingenious, I like the arrogance in the painting very much, in addition, the An family has a small holy order to enter the small holy list, that is, there is a desire to impact this spring, and want to be ranked in the first list."

"My Qin Mansion can give everyone An's guidance before the Spring Festival, so that everyone can relax in the Spring Festival."

"In addition, my Qin Mansion can provide everyone with three 'flawless demon spirit pills', which are refined from five hundred years of fairy spirit qi, which is quite precious, can accelerate the quenching of the body, and quickly and flawlessly condense the inner pill, so that everyone can try to be more competitive in front of the palace."

"This is what the Lin Mansion can't give now."

"As for the other benefits, it's even more."

Qin Qianqiu said with a smile.

An Le carried the old rice wine, bathed in the warm sun, and understood Qin Qianqiu's meaning, this is a condition to dig the foot of the wall, and intends to dig him away from the Lin Mansion.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Qin, I promised to paint for the sons of the Lin Mansion, now that the painting is not finished, there is naturally no reason to leave, and the Lin Mansion gave me a lot of help when I was at the end of my life, the grace of dripping water, when the spring reciprocates, although I can't be called rising now, but I turned around and left, I am really ungrateful."

An Le expressed his meaning seriously.

On the long street, the cold wind wrapped in the slanting sun blew the young man with a straight waist, adding a bit of solemnity and silence.

Qin Qianqiu's face turned cold: "Gongzi An, this is not giving any face?" ”

"It's not that you don't give it, there is indeed an appointment at home."

An Le smiled and clenched his fists, mentioned the old rice wine and signaled, no longer talking to Qin Qianqiu, wearing Qingshan and the ink pool around his waist, strolling towards Qingbo Street.

Looking at the departing young man in white, Qin Qianqiu lowered the curtain expressionlessly.

In the chariot, he was not alone.

On the opposite side of Qin Qianqiu, there was a slender man, wearing a blue costume with an Arowana pattern on his cuffs, sitting in it a little uninhibited, with a smile on his face, carrying a wine jug and drinking, the aura in the wine was rich, obviously extraordinary.

"It's rare, in this huge Lin'an Mansion, there are still people who dare not give face to Brother Qin."

The man grinned and quipped.

Qin Qianqiu's face was indifferent: "It's just a hairy boy from the countryside like Chongzhou, he has never seen the world, the Lin family gives him a small profit, so he will die to the ground, and he doesn't understand the truth of good birds choosing trees and perching, maybe he is a little arrogant, some talent, but in Lin'an, where the powerful are everywhere, the country boy does not lower his eyebrows and bend his waist, and it is difficult to have a future." ”

"Chongzhou came out of a small family, and Yu was not valued in the clan, and even the guards who went to Lin'an to catch the exam were temporarily recruited, and they didn't know how to fight for such an opportunity, and they were stupid to cling to the Lin Mansion that was already twilight."

Qin Qianqiu poured a glass of wine and drank it by himself, his words were full of pride and prejudice, and he looked down on him.

Luo Qingchen walked out of Qingzhou, but the family behind it is the first family in Qingzhou, Qin Qianqiu naturally gives enough cards, but what is this peace and happiness?

"After getting the little holy order, you feel like you're soaring into the sky? Amusing. ”

"Throughout the ages, how many people who have received a small holy order have not traveled more than halfway before they sink into the sand."

Qin Qianqiu shook his head.

"Brother Wang, you are the eighteenth on the Little Holy List, if this son wants to move forward on the Little Holy List, he is destined to challenge you, what do you think of this son?"

The drinking man smiled: "Forging the body and refining the gods are all two realms, although the backbone is very strong, and the arrogance is soaring, but if you really fight, the arrogance is ...... How many knives can you carry me? ”

"He shouldn't dare to challenge me anytime soon."

"I would like him to come, but unfortunately, he is too weak now, and if he comes to challenge before the forging body breaks through the four realms and the mysteries, the odds of victory are almost nil, he won't be so stupid."

The man is Wang Qinhe, the eighteenth of the Little Sage List, the old man of the Wang family is the Duke of Zhao Guo, who is also a Lin'an Xungui, the wife of Qin Xiang, and the daughter of the prince of the kingdom, so the Wang family and the Qin family are considered to be the same spirit.

"Once Brother Wang refines the gods and enters the Five Realms, he will be sure to enter a few more places on the Little Saint List." Qin Qianqiu chuckled.

Wang Qinhe nodded and said, "Of course, I can't underestimate the enemy, this son is said to have been enlightened for only a few days, and he has already stepped into the double two realm, and his talent is not weaker than Luo Qingchen back then." ”

"Maybe after the imperial examination, he will be qualified to challenge me, and if this threat can be eliminated, get rid of it as soon as possible."

"The young man now has a flower to untie the ice and protect the road, and he also holds the Holy Mountain Little Holy Order, if you want to move him, ordinary methods are naturally not feasible."

"Just now, my dragon spine knife sensed the demon qi, and that kid has something related to the demon clan, but he can use this to make a fuss."

Wang Qinhe's words fell, and the corners of Qin Qianqiu's lips twitched: "Does this son have a demonic aura?" I don't know, I'll have to look it up. ”

"As for talent, according to the investigation, he really completed the feat of breaking through the second realm in a few days, and his talent is good, and he is a small threat, but this threat may no longer exist today...... It would have been fine if he hadn't refused. ”

"But since he refused, he will know, how can my invitation be so easy to refuse?"

"Now that Hua Jiebing is not in Lin'an, if he really encounters a crisis, it is not easy to support him quickly, as for the sixth mountain master...... This son refused to become the mountain keeper of the sixth mountain master, and with the temperament of the mountain master, he must be angry, so he naturally would not make a move. ”

"The face of the holy mountain is naturally to be given." Wang Qinhe reminded.

"I still know the rules." When Qin Qianqiu heard this, he smiled noncommittally.

Wang Qinhe and Qin Qianqiu toasted a glass of wine and said, "Then let's go and watch a good show, let me see what hole cards my future opponent has." ”

On the long street, the wheels of the chariots, which had been parked for a long time, finally began to rotate again.

Grinding the leveling bluestone, slowly walking.

……

……

rejected Qin Qianqiu, An Le didn't care.

Lin Mansion and Qin Mansion are destined to stand on opposite sides, as he said, Mrs. Lin Mansion Hua has the grace of teaching and preaching to him, the grace of dripping water, when the spring reciprocates, it is impossible for An Le to turn his face and vote for Qin Mansion.

If this is the case, the so-called Mozhu gentleman's arrogance is a joke.

Tends to be inflammatory, strives for fame and fortune, what kind of gentleman is arrogant?

The remnant sun is like blood, and the mountains are the same.

When the last afterglow is obscured by the green mountains, the heaven and the earth are darkened, and the cold wind of the spring night blows lightly on the world, bringing a steep test to the new flowers and young grasses.

An Le went to Dingya Lane along Yanchunli, bought a pound of beef, passed through Pishi Lane and Ta'er Lane, which would have a unique charm on a rainy day, and stepped into Qingbo Street.

Above the head, the moon is hooked, and the stars are like rain.

The young man was dressed in white, with a bamboo sword and an ink sword pinned to his waist, and rice wine and beef in his hand, standing still, looking straight ahead.

There are still two or three miles away from Taimiao Lane at the entrance of Qingbo Street.

The cold moonlight and the starry sky reflect a chariot that is quite familiar to Anle.

On the wheel, a burly coachman, wearing a hat and a long knife, quietly looked at the white-clothed young man who was as rich as jade under the moonlight and starlight.

The two looked at each other.

Just like when the young man was stained with blood and came out of Taimiao Alley with his head in tow, it seemed that time was staggered and the years overlapped.

The horses neighing restlessly, and the hooves stepped on the bluestone.

The burly coachman wearing a hat and bathing in the starlight slowly got up, stood on the wheel, raised his knife and hugged the rivers and lakes in a fist salute, looking solemn, respectful and solemn.

"Mr. Luo's coachman, Qingzhou Zhushan, beg Gongzi to die."