The sparkling willow color is clear, and the Quzhu oblique bridge is painted through.

The farther and better, the fear is exhausted, and the deeper and denser seem to be infinite.

The boat gently rippled, rippling with blue waves, and slowly sailed to the flower boat in the middle of the lake under the surprised and envious eyes of many literati and artists on the causeway.

When An Le boarded the ship, many literati and writers were even more envious, and their eyes were red.

On the flower boat is where the Yunrou Fairy is, how can this son He De board this flower boat, you must know that it is difficult for someone to throw thousands of Yunling Tongbao to board the boat, and you can see the Yunrou Fairy

No one knew what the identity of the teenager was, and many people began to inquire, and emotions such as curiosity, doubt, and envy surged on the shore of the West Lake, crushing the peace of the spring morning.

Liu Yue carried his hands behind his back, although there was envy on his face, but it was only envy, and it was more of a matter of course, because this young man was a famous An family.

Looking at the many scholars and Confucian scholars around him who beat their chests, the corners of his lips couldn't help but pick.

It is not unusual for everyone to board the ship, this is still the result of the other party's invitation after everyone refused.

Liu Yue watched the young man's figure get on the flower boat, gradually disappearing from view, and couldn't help but let out a breath, he knew that this An family was a person he couldn't climb, not only because of his talent, but also because Liu Yue vaguely guessed that this An family was a cultivator.

In Da Zhao, the gap between ordinary literati and practitioners was too great.

But such a talented and cultivated An family is willing to swim on the causeway with a little person like him, laughing at the willows and talking about mulberry hemp.

Liu Yue's desire for high school became more and more intense, and only when high school was listed as a scholar and an official in the dynasty was barely qualified to continue to travel to the West Lake with the An family.

Thinking like this, Liu Yue stopped lingering on the West Lake with many literati friends, turned around and went back to the inn, and began to study hard.

With only three or two days left before the opening of the Spring Festival, although he is very confident in his talent, he must also be fully prepared.

It is precisely because of the expectation that I will work harder.

This is the first time An Le has boarded the flower boat, and it feels like that's it, and there is no special emotion. Text

On the board, the Yunrou fairy wore a veil and carried a scorched tail guqin, and the whole person was gentle and quiet, looking at Anle with watery eyes.

"Xiaosheng Anle, I've seen the Yunrou Fairy." An Le smiled and clenched his fists.

"Everyone is laughing, the little woman is just a cultivator in the four realms, how dare she be called a fairy." Yun Rou chuckled, her voice was soft, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, crisp and dripping.

"Yun Rou condensed Neidan at the age of eighteen, and thought that he was extremely talented, and he knew that he was a genius, but he was not a genius."

"Later, he was valued by the teacher, and he was admitted to the mountain gate and taught practice, but now he is just forging his body and passing through the mystical meaning, which is too much worse than the talent of the An family." Yun Rou said softly, and entered the interior of the Flower Boat Pavilion with An Le.

On the second floor, you can see the scenery around the West Lake, the water is shining and sunny, and there is a unique taste.

I have to say that the view of the West Lake in the middle of the lake is better than the view of the West Lake from the lake tower, and the scenery is more pleasant.

"In a short period of time, Gongzi An has gone from knowing nothing about cultivation to now stepping into the double three realms of body forging and refining gods, which is really powerful and talented, and teachers often praise him."

Yun Rou also looked at the scenery outside the shipbuilding, but she watched it every day, and she was already tired of it.

An Le watched it with taste: "Dare to ask Miss Yunrou, your teacher is the sixth mountain master"

Miss Yunrou's eyebrows curled: "Exactly." ”

An Le was not too surprised, after all, he had guessed before, and when he heard the words, he said: "The mountain owner once gave it to the lower ink pool, and I am very grateful. ”

"There are three thousand swords hidden in the teacher's red dust sword box, and the ink pool is only one of them, for the teacher, if you take a scoop of water, the ink pool can belong to An Gongzi, and it is also the choice of the ink pool."

Yun Rou said.

The rank of the ink pool is not high, but now at a glance, the rank of the ink pool has broken the magic weapon of the sixth grade and entered the trend of the fifth grade.

This shows that the inkwell is a good match to follow peace.

The teacher once said that the magic weapon of choosing people is also the magic weapon of choosing people, and the two support each other in order to be motivated.

"The teacher has been talking recently, why didn't Gongzi An go to the Sixth Mountain for a walk, the sword qi in the mountains is of great help to Gongzi An."

Yun Judao, as if expressing the grievances of the sixth mountain lord in his tone.

When An Le heard this, he couldn't help but be happy: "Spring is coming, when the spring is over, Xiaosheng will definitely bring a pot of old rice wine, climb the mountain and drink it with the mountain owner." ”

Fairy Yunrou couldn't help but nod when she heard this: "Then I will tell the teacher this." ”

Yun Rou invited An Le to board the flower boat, it seems that it was just for small talk, maybe An Le was also valued by the teacher, and he wanted to be a mountain keeper, if An Le agreed at that time, Yun Rou and An Le Ke would be the same door.

"Miss Yunrou, there is a doubt below, since you are the mountain master and the mountain guard, why did you come here to be this red dust oiran between the painting boats"

This is the doubt that An Le has always had in his heart.

Identity, status, and cultivation, Yunrou Fairy has it, but she is willing to be an Oiran, no matter how elegant the Oiran is, it is difficult to hide the name of the cheap industry.

Yunrou Fairy didn't care, and said: "Gongzi An, my teacher cultivates Hongchen Kendo, Hongchen Sword Box hides three thousand swords, when he was young, the teacher was a famous prodigal son, lingering in the Qinglou, writing poems and lyrics for Hongchen women, painting and composing music for them, and he was extremely romantic. ”

An Le couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this: "In the wandering flowers, the leaves don't stick to the body, it's amazing." ”

Yun Rou glanced at An Le, and always felt that An Gongzi was ridiculing the Sixth Mountain Lord.

"I came here to paint the boat to make this oiran, which is also the meaning of the teacher, to understand the meaning of the red dust, and when I break the red dust, it is when I break the mirror."

Yun Rou said seriously.

"These days, I am in the flower boat, stroking the piano every day, observing all kinds of states with my mind, and I have indeed gained something, but I can see the ugliness of people, the suffering of people, and the helplessness of people, maybe this is the red dust."

"The teacher said that the meaning of Hongchen that everyone observes and understands is different, which requires me to experience it myself."

When An Le heard this, he fell into deep thought.

"Gongzi An, Yunrou Hongchen refines his heart, refines a piano sound, and invites Gongzi to taste it today."

Yun Rou looked at An Le, who was deep in thought, and smiled.

I took off the Jiaowei guqin on my back, put it in front of me, and played it lightly with my fingers, and the sound of the piano was long, as long as a thin stream.

The heart of peace was quiet.

Looking at the light waves on the lake, listen to the sound of the piano in the boat and calm down.

Vaguely, An Le seemed to hear many different scenes from the sound of the piano, including the helplessness of the Hongchen woman, the pain of suffering, and the helpless lamentation.

All kinds of emotions are like a trickle, lingering on the fingertips and melting into the sound of the piano.

It's a wonderful use of mental power.

An Le closed his eyes, as if time was passing silently between the sounds of the piano.

In the sword furnace in the Eyebrow Heart Mud Pill Palace, the sword qi has become much softer, and it is smoothed and swayed lightly, and the anger between the hearts and minds, as well as the flaws caused by rapid growth, are all in the light caress of the piano sound, and there is no trace.

Yun Rou, who was stroking the qin, was suddenly surprised, and could feel the sword qi overflowing from An Lemei's heart, as if it was rising with the sound of the qin.

Mountains and rivers are high and watery, and bosom friends are hard to find.

But at this moment, An Le's sword qi seemed to rise and fall with the sword qi.

A different color appeared in Yun Rou's eyes, An Le's cultivation talent was indeed very demonic.

Listen to a song of red dust, you can get significant feedback, and at the end of the song, An Le's mind may have to be raised a little.

Yun Rou's face under the veil couldn't help but smile, it didn't disturb Anle, she still played the piano, her slender and white fingers picked up the strings, the big strings were noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings were cut like whispers.

The sound of the piano is accompanied by the light ripples on the West Lake, blending with the spring scenery.

The flower boat carries the wine West Lake well, the urgent pipe is complicated, the jade cup is urged, and the steady pan is flat and the wave is drunk.

On this day, An Le was listening to music on the flower boat.

The remnant sun reflects the West Lake, and the mountains and rivers are the same color as the sky.

An Le's eyes were clear, his eyebrows were sonorous, his heart was slightly strong, and with a bit of joy in his eyes, he thanked Fairy Yunrou.

"Thank you Yunrou girl Qin Yin for her help, so that the spirit of refining in Xia has improved."

An Le clenched his fists.

Yun Rou carried the Jiaowei guqin, wore a veil, and her eyes were soft as water, bringing a little smile.

"Gongzi An is polite, Qinyin is just helping each other, it is really the demon of Gongzi's talent, no wonder the teacher is optimistic about Gongzi An, Gongzi An refuses the name of the mountain guard, and the teacher sighs for a long time."

Yun Rou said with a smile: "It was also the teacher who told me that I should have more contact with you and be contaminated with some gentleman's habits, maybe it will help me condense the red dust as soon as possible and break through the realm." ”

An Le smiled when she heard this: "When the spring season is over, I will definitely visit the mountain master, if Miss Yunrou needs help from An, even if she speaks, she will definitely help." ”

This is very true.

If Mrs. Hua lights a green lantern on the road of An Le's cultivation, then Yun Rou Fairy is the guide for An Le to open the door of cultivation, and it is precisely because of her years that An Le can complete the enlightenment of cultivation.

Don't forget to dig the well, this kind of kindness, although Yun Rou doesn't know, but An Le will not forget.

Bidding farewell to Yunrou, An Le returned to Taimiao Lane along the original road, carrying the wine brought back from the Zhihua boat and a bag of eight-treasure crispy chicken wrapped in lotus leaves.

It is rumored that Drunken Liuxia is a beautiful wine in the palace, only Drunken Dragon Pavilion is sold, and the wine of the flower boat where Yun Rou is located is a special supply of Drunken Dragon Pavilion, so it is also Drunken Liuxia.

Board the flower boat for free, listen to music for free, and also take a pot of drunken Liuxia and a Babao chicken for free

An Le today is really interpreting the act of white prostitution to the extreme.

Passing by the Taimiao, An Le said hello to the inside, and then went back to the small courtyard, just moved out of the table and chairs, the old man knocked on the bamboo cane, smelled the fragrance, and came leisurely.

"Hey, I changed my taste today, it's not the old rice wine in Yanchun, and the braised beef has also been replaced by Babao chicken."

The old man was shocked, but sat down familiarly.

An Le smiled and told him about the day when he boarded the flower boat in the center of the West Lake and listened to the Yunrou Fairy Fuqin for a whole day.

The old man took a sip of drunken Liuxia and smashed his mouth: "Drunken Liuxia, the wine is good wine, but if you drink too much, it won't be very interesting, or the old rice wine is refreshing enough." ”

"You said that the woman in the middle of the West Lake, the first mountain keeper of the old six mountain lords, everyone knows about it, otherwise you think, with that girl's appearance, why no one in the Lin'an Mansion touched her, although the cultivation of the four realms is good, but it is really nothing in Lin'an."

The old man smiled and said, the cut ingredients were suddenly mixed with the sauce and flowed out, there were mushrooms, abalone, spring bamboo shoots, a total of eight kinds of ingredients cut into pieces, Tibetan chicken belly steamed together, brewing the unique aroma of the ingredients.

An Lewen's index finger moved, and he shared the food with the old man.

"The little girl who guards the mountain is the old six mountain lords himself, in order to inherit his red dust sword way, so let the little girl go to the lake to be an oiran, don't see that the girl's cultivation is not high now, it is deliberately pressed, once the red dust qi is comprehended, there will be a leap, and there may be a situation where even the realm is broken."

"The old six mountain masters, who knew how to play back then, wandered around the painting boat, won the name of Qinglou Bo Xing, how many red faces looked through the autumn water for him, tsk, when it came to romance, he was on par with the old man."

The old man took a sip of drunken Liuxia, ate a bite of Babao chicken, and said with a smile.

An Le couldn't help but look sideways when he heard this: "The predecessors also left a name for Bo Xing in the Qinglou"

"That's not true, but the old man's red face is not human, and he doesn't have the sixth man." The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

Laughing and smiling, there was a look of sadness in his eyes.

An Le is speechless, and the red-faced non-human may be a demon.

There are demons in this world, just like the former landlord of the small courtyard is not a squirrel banshee

No wonder the old man of Taimiao was willing to let the squirrel banshee live so close to Taimiao, and there was a reason for it.

This night, the old man was drunk, although he didn't get drunk at all with his cultivation, but the wine was not intoxicating and self-intoxicating.

did not send the old man back to the temple, and directly let him live in the house.

An Le returned to the courtyard, cleaned up, glanced at the night full of stars, and began to visualize the sword waterfall map.

Today on the flower boat, the sound of the piano of Miss Deyun Rou caress the heart, and the mind tempered by the sword furnace in the mud pill palace seems to be a little stronger, take this opportunity to meditate on the sword waterfall.

Starlight fell from the sky, like a falling meteor, like a sword rain that fell into the world.

In the second half of the night, someone came by starlight like a fairy.

Zhao Xian swam into the courtyard, and saw that he was contemplating the peace of the sword waterfall, and did not disturb, but took out a pot of wine, entered the house to find a cup, and sat on the roof, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and poured himself a drink under the moon.

After a while, An Le woke up from his visualization state, and it was not surprising to see Zhao Xianyou.

Zhao Xianyou poured a glass of wine and flicked it to An Le.

An Le took it and took a sip, and the aura overflowed in his mouth.

"This is a drunken immortal wine, brewed with spiritual fruits, containing spiritual energy, drinking it is beneficial for cultivation, I guess your wine has been drunk, so bring it to you to taste."

Zhao Xianyou said lightly.

An Le drank a few cups, and felt that it tasted good, as for the aura, it was secondary, better than nothing, the so-called aura was just a gimmick.

"It's spring in two days, and then I won't come to look for you anymore, and when you are in spring high school, you can make up for me another meal of old rice wine, and you should celebrate."

Zhao Xianyou looked at Yuehua and said.

"Okay." An Le didn't refuse.

"An Le, do you have a purpose for your cultivation?" asked Zhao Xianyou.

An Le was stunned, thought for a while, and said, "At the beginning, because there was cultivation in this world, I wanted to see it, pure curiosity. ”

"Later, when I encountered oppression, I wanted to become stronger, so that I could no longer be powerless in the face of oppression."

"After that, I probably want to see the scenery from above."

Zhao Xianyou drank for a while, he never thought that the answer given by An Le was so simple, but the purpose of cultivation should be pure and simple.

"I don't know what the purpose of my practice is, as if I have been born with my practice, the end is in sight, I just want to, I can get there."

Zhao Xianyou exhaled and said.

"It's like it's for a purpose."

"It's boring."

"It's not as interesting as drinking with you."

An Le was silent, but he didn't know what to say, Zhao Xianyou changed his image of talking less in the past today, and talked a lot, most of them were An Le listening, Zhao Xianyou talked while drinking.

Finally, when the east of the sky is white, the morning star leaps into the world.

Zhao Xianyou accompanied the morning breeze, his hair fluttered slightly, turned his head to look at An Le, and said, "Since you want to see the scenery from a high place, then I will wait for you at a high place." ”

An Le smiled, clinked glasses with him, and drank it all in one gulp.

"When the time comes, you and I will invite the moon to drink again."

On the ninth day of February, there was rain in Lin'an.

One spring rain after another finally brought a grand event of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Today, the opening of the Spring Festival is the most important day in the lives of the literati who have traveled long distances from all over the country to enter Beijing to take the exam.

Whether you can smile proudly in the spring breeze, glorify your ancestors, and return to your hometown with glory starts from today.

Because it was raining, the sky was overcast, and there was a dim light shining on the earth, representing the coming of day.

Qingbo Street, Taimiao Lane Small Courtyard.

An Le got up early, and as usual, he beat the ancient demon five birds to refine his qi and blood.

The demonic energy in the quenching demon treasure jade was exhausted again, and An Le was thinking of a way to fill it with demonic energy.

After the five birds were boiled, Anle Qi and blood were running, the rain on his body was steamed, he changed into a clean white clothes, wore green mountains and ink pools on his waist, and carried the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and examination cards required for the Spring Imperial Examination on his back, so he held an oil-paper umbrella and went out of the courtyard.

Just out of Qingbo Street, passing by the Taimiao.

The old man stood under the eaves of the Taimiao Temple with a bamboo cane, looking at him with a smile.

"An Xiaoyou, take the exam well in Chunqiu, strive for the high school A list to enter the ranks, take the test before going to the palace, and fight for the top prize and the first."

The old man smiled and sent out good wishes.

Although this wish is difficult to achieve, and the difficulty of the pre-palace exam this time is extremely difficult, but in the eyes of the old man, it is still very easy for An Le.

"Thank you seniors for your best wishes, and you should do your best."

An Le replied with a smile.

I went in the direction of the old man's smiling gaze.

Stepping on the quiet street, Lin Qingyin and Lin Chaifeng held an umbrella and stood in the spring rain.

Seeing that they were happy, the two waved their hands to say hello.

"Sir, come on"

Lin Qingyin pursed her lips and smiled.

Lin Chaifeng clenched his fists and waved heavily: "Sir, strive to get a champion, if you win the champion, our ninth sister can also follow and become a champion, very beautiful."

An Le couldn't help but be dumbfounded, nodded, and the three of them walked together, stepping on the spring water, and walked to the stone tablet archway outside the Academy.

The two daughters no longer sent each other, and saw An Le's figure, gradually disappearing into the hazy spring rain at the foot of the Bunyuan Mountain.

The stone steps of the Academy of Letters are long hidden in the dotted black and white buildings, and the examination room for this spring festival is set up in the courtyard.

On the stone steps, there are many literati carrying their bags and walking forward against the spring rain.

The spring is cold, and the ice and rain are one.

An Le wore green mountains and ink pools around his waist, his eyes flickered slightly, and spring was also a fate-changing event for him.

The sun is full of clouds and mist, and the sky is painted through the bullfighting.

This is the apricot orchard in spring, and a branch of red accounts for 10,000 heads.

Exhale lightly, and the world seems to be peaceful.

Anle stepped on the stone path, and fought a spring.

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Lao Li continued to write, and strived to finish writing before twelve o'clock, and add more to the alliance leader.

"Brother Shen"

"Hmm"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.