The sunset fades, and the darkness is like ink smudging, like a hooked moon and bright stars, hanging in the night sky.

The carriage drove into Lin'an Mansion and headed all the way towards Lin Mansion.

An Le never returned to Taimiao Lane, but also went to the Lin Mansion with the carriage, Mrs. Hua fought for him a chance to watch the martial arts, and now when he returns, he wants to see Mrs. Hua.

In addition, An Le also has a question to ask.

Ye Wenxi, Lin Qingyin and An Le got out of the carriage, and the plump maid beside Mrs. Hua attacked Xiangxiang, with a smile on her face, and led the three of them to Tianbo Water Pavilion.

Mrs. Ye had already said goodbye and returned to the house first, leaving only Mrs. Hua sitting alone in the water pavilion, holding a candle lamp, and reading.

The moonlight and starlight reflect the big pool, and the shadows of the water pavilion trees are mottled, quiet and elegant.

Everyone entered the main hall of the Water Pavilion, and after Ye Wenxi, Lin Qingyin and Mrs. Hua said goodbye, they left one after another.

After Ye Wenxi and Lin Qingyin left, Mrs. Hua's eyes were raised, and she swept over to see the young man who was dressed in Yuehua and had rich bones and dazzling like a star.

"Qi and blood are cohesive, it seems that Guanwu Kuishi has gained a lot."

Madame Hua closed the book and chuckled, "Can Guanshi get the Martial Arts?" ”

An Le did not hide it, and informed the martial arts to help the five birds.

"Oh? This is a different kind of opportunity, you have entered the cultivation of the body refining is the five birds, and now continue to cultivate the five birds, it is the most suitable for you, the meaning of the ancient demon to evolve the five birds...... The rank of this new five birds, even if it is not as good as the Tongkui Martial Arts Sutra, is not much different. ”

Mrs. Hua praised.

"This also makes up for your shortcomings in forging the body."

An Le clenched his fists and said sincerely: "Thank you, Mrs. Hua, for giving Xiaosheng the opportunity to watch the martial arts this time." ”

Mrs. Hua smiled: "It's not difficult for you to watch the Wukui Stone, I have a very good relationship with Mrs. Ye, and for her, it's just a gesture." ”

"You can get the opportunity from the Wu Kui Stone, this is the precious thing."

"Although this opportunity is due to the help of Qingshan's sword qi, Qingshan now belongs to you, and it is understandable to have Qingshan's help."

Mrs. Hua bowed slightly: "You are now cohesive in qi and blood, this trip to the Martial Temple has made your martial arts cultivation a lot of improvement, seize this opportunity, consolidate it well, and impact the realm of forging inner pills by the way." ”

"There is another half moon is the spring festival, to be able to set foot in the inner dan before the spring festival, it is very beneficial to you, if you have time in this half month, you will come to the Lin Mansion to paint, if you are not free, you can study hard and prepare for the spring festival."

When An Le heard this, he first thanked Mrs. Hua for giving her leave, then thought about it and mentioned: "Mrs. Hua, today I heard that Mrs. Ye said that the palace will try to settle the turmoil......"

Inside the water pavilion, the breeze is gentle.

Mrs. Hua raised her head, her beautiful eyes fell on An Le, and she shook her head gently: "You can do your best in Chunqiu, don't have too much burden, although you have a small holy order, if you want to talk to the Holy Master, you need to become a champion, but your cultivation is still shallow, and there is not much chance of Chunqiu this time, so you can wait for Chunqiu in the future." ”

"As for the pre-temple test, you don't need to think about it, it has nothing to do with you."

Mrs. Hua's words fell, and there was silence in the water pavilion for a while.

An Le didn't ask any more questions.

Just as An Le has always pursued, the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring, and Mrs. Hua has helped him a lot on the path of cultivation, and if there is an opportunity to help Mrs. Hua, An Le will do her best.

"Consolidate what you have gained from this stone viewing, and go back, I'm tired."

Mrs. Hua said softly.

An Le didn't bother much, said goodbye, and left the Lin Mansion with the incense.

The Tianbo Water Pavilion under the spring night is quiet and cold, the big pool reflects the starlight and moonlight in the sky, and the octagonal heavy eaves of the lanterns drip the Tianbo Building, vaguely revealing a corner.

Mrs. Hua exhaled softly, the closer the spring came, the closer it meant that the day she left Lin'an was closer.

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The starlight flickered with the white dew and zero, and the Beidou light was reversed.

The moonlight shines on the stone monument arch of the Lin Mansion, pulling out a cold oblique shadow.

An Le looked back at the Tianbo Pavilion that jumped out of the Lin Mansion, then turned around and left, walking out of Jingjie.

Although it was late today, he still went to Yanchunli as usual, and the tavern in the alley was still open with lights on, and customers came and went, quite lively.

The shopkeeper of the tavern is a half-old who still has charm, and the years have added a few wrinkles to his face.

couldn't help but smile and asked, "Guest officer, as usual?" ”

An Le smiled gently and nodded: "A pot of old rice wine." ”

The female shopkeeper personally made wine for An Le, patted the lid open, and the bamboo scoop picked up the wine, which was full of fragrance.

An Le took the old rice wine made by the female shopkeeper, paid the money, and left.

The female shopkeeper behind her looked at her for a long time, and when a guest officer shouted for wine, she scolded and scolded while drinking, and said something anxious.

An Le carried the pot of wine, smelled the laughter of the tavern behind him, bathed in the starlight and left.

A pot of wine, a stack of meat.

People come and go, people go and people stay.

It's the fireworks of the world.

Out of the alley Yanchunli, I stepped straight on Qingbo Street and headed towards Taimiao Lane.

Qingbo Street is very cold at night, and the bustle is all in the Royal Street.

An Le sat in Tsing Yi, wore green mountains and ink pools on his waist, carried a pot of old wine, walked slowly, bathed in the cold wind of the spring night, and his mood was quite peaceful.

The undersurge of qi and blood in his body made him feel no chill, and his body after being quenched by Qingshan Sword Qi and Wu Kui Stone Qi and Blood contained majestic strength and vitality.

Suddenly, Anle stopped, looked up, and at the entrance of Qingbo Street, there was a figure standing quietly, the moonlight and starlight were all added, cool and breezy, and the world was independent, like an immortal who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Even if it's Anle, it's also for the other party's handsomeness and dust.

The long street is quiet, and only the two of them are left looking at each other from afar.

An Le knew that the other party was looking for him, otherwise he would not have waited at the entrance of Qingbo Street.

However, what makes An Le wonder is, when did he provoke such a character?

"Your Excellency is Comfort?"

There was a soft smile on his face, which made people feel like a spring breeze, and the man's dark eyes looked at him with curiosity.

"In Xia Anle, dare to ask Your Excellency what ......" An Le clenched his fists.

The man's hair was scattered and drooping, his eyes were slightly raised, and he also hugged his fists: "My surname is Zhao, my name is Xianyou, you can call me Zhao Jiu." ”

Well? Zhao Xianyou?

An Le was stunned, Zhao Xianyou, the first on the Little Saint List?

When Lin Siye gave the little holy list, he once asked who this Zhao Xianyou was, and the fourth master said that he was the ninth prince of Da Zhao, the peerless figure who provoked the immortals out of heaven when he was born, and the old heavenly master in the Zhenwu Temple rode a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River.

An Le frowned slightly, as if he couldn't figure out what such an existence was to see him.

Is it possible to win him over?

Zhao Xianyou looked at An Le, his eyes moved horizontally, and he saw the green mountains and ink pools on An Le's waist, so his eyes moved again, and fell on the pot of old rice wine that An Le was carrying.

"Wine?" Zhao Xianyou asked knowingly.

An Le mentioned the old rice wine: "The old rice wine of a tavern in Yanchunli, the folk light wine, Your Highness is afraid that you are not used to drinking it." ”

"You call me Zhao Jiu, don't call me Your Highness." Zhao Xianyou said softly, and then asked again, "Can I have a drink?" ”

An Le was dumbfounded, looking at the other party's blinking eyes, and his dusty temperament was washed away a little.

"Yes."

"If you don't dislike it, you can go to the small courtyard and sit down."

"I wonder if my old friend is still alive today." An Le smiled and walked towards Qingbo Street.

Passing by Zhao Xianyou's side, Zhao Xianyou naturally walked side by side with An Le.

One in gorgeous clothes and one in green clothes, the two people bathed in the moonlight, and walked leisurely into Taimiao Lane.

When passing by the brightly lit Taimiao, Zhao Xianyou stopped and leaned down slightly, and followed An Le into the Taimiao Alley.

No one was waiting at the gate of the small courtyard, and An Le understood that the old man of Taimiao would not come to drink tonight.

Unlocking, pushing the door, creaking to break the silence of the courtyard, the old locust tree in the courtyard casts mottled shadows, slightly swaying in the spring breeze at night.

"Ninth Prince, please."

Ann Ledao.

Zhao Xianyou frowned, his eyebrows narrowed, and he seemed to like this title quite much.

An Le easily moved out a small table, a small chair, and two cups.

Zhao Xianyou did not dislike it, and sat on a small chair opposite An Le.

After the hot old rice wine was taken out, he poured a glass and Zhao Xianyou, and the two raised their glasses to drink each other, silent.

Zhao Xianyou drank it all in one gulp, his eyes lit up slightly, and he smashed the corner of his lips: "Although there is no aura in the wine, it has a bit of a special taste, I have never drunk it, and it has a different taste." ”

"Maybe it's the fireworks of the world?" An Le looked at Zhao Xianyou, who was like an immortal, and said jokingly.

Zhao Xianyou was stunned, as if he had an understanding, and then pursed his lips and smiled: "I have to have another drink." ”

Don't say much to be happy, pour wine.

One more cup, one cup after another, and so many cups.

A pot of old rice wine was quickly drunk, and An Le only drank three or two glasses, and the rest fell into the belly of Zhao Xianyou, who only said to drink one cup.

"Although the wine is ordinary, but you said a word about the fireworks in the world, the more I drink it, the more it tastes." Zhao Xianyou squinted slightly, reminiscing.

An Le only thought that this Nine Emperor Prince, who was known as the immortal descending to the earth, was really interesting: "I will make a pot of old rice wine every day, if you like it, you can come to my small courtyard to sit idle when you have time." ”

Zhao Xianyou stood up and raised his hair lightly: "That's what you said, I remember it." ”

"This wine has to be paired with the sauce beef of Ding Yaxiang, which tastes better." Ann Ledao.

Zhao Xianyou chuckled, raised his eyes to look at the moon, then looked at An Le, hugged his fists and said, "Can you let me take a look at the green mountains?" ”

"Someone once said that I am not worthy of Qingshan, I am not convinced, today I saw An Gongzi wearing Qingshan on his waist, and I was curious, so I came to ask for a look."

An Le sat on the chair and looked at Zhao Xianyou, who was bathing in the moonlight and out of the dust.

did not refuse the other party's request, and gently patted the green mountain on his waist.

The sword qi is near!

The bamboo-breaking sword and green mountain suddenly shot out, turning into a ray of light that tore through the night, and suddenly stabbed at Zhao Xianyou.

Zhao Xianyou put one hand behind him, raised the other, and his five fingers were like a divine spear piercing the sky, grabbing towards Qingshan.

But when the five fingers were about to grab the broken bamboo sword, vaguely, he seemed to see that on the surface of the broken bamboo sword, there were drops of blood secreting out.

Every drop of blood seems to have the same origin as him!

Like hooking five fingers into fingers, lightly knocking on the green mountain.

With a crisp sword roar, the green mountain swept out obliquely, stabbing at the trunk of the old locust tree in the courtyard, and the hilt of the sword body trembled slightly.

Zhao Xianyou's eyebrows were stunned, but he also had a sense of relief.

Suddenly understood why the old emperor uncle said that he was not worthy of this sword.

Just because.

The bamboo sword Qingshan once knocked on the heavenly pass and was dyed with the blood of the immortals.