You don't need to buy mountain money to live in seclusion, and you can sit alone in the deep fence and hide the blue sky.

As a treasure place for refining the heart of the Academy of Literature, the Wenxin Forest is quite famous in the Lin'an Mansion, and the secluded Wenqu Forest in front of the Wenqu Monument has aroused many cultivators who yearn for it.

But most of the time, the Wenxin Forest is in a state of secrecy, and only Confucian students who perform well in each major examination of the Academy of Literature and leave their names on the Wenqu List are qualified to set foot in the Wenxin Forest and wash their minds.

It is rumored that the bamboo forest in the secluded heart forest has existed since the beginning of the establishment of the Academy of Literature 10,000 years ago, and there are Confucian scholars of the Academy of Literature here, which imperceptibly affects every bamboo leaf in the bamboo forest.

Therefore, when Wenxinlin was actually taken out by the Academy of Literature as the testing standard for the cultivation of cultivators in this spring, even the officials of the Ministry of Rites were surprised.

When he learned that this decision was made by the three masters of the Academy of Literature at the same time, he was even more puzzled, could it be that the three masters were really eccentric to those Confucian scholars on the literary and opera list?

Most of the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list have walked in the Wenxin Forest and have experience, so they will have a clearer and more definite plan for the walking route in the Wenxin Forest.

But even if the masters were eccentric, they didn't dare to say it.

For a while, the officials of the Ministry of Rites had complicated expressions, and they could only silently observe outside the Conscience Forest.

To their surprise, the first person to enter the forest was not many Confucian scholars on the literary and opera list, but a handsome young man in white with a straight waist.

"This is the Ann family...... A hand of ink bamboo alarmed Lin'an, never thought, today to walk the secluded fence to ask the heart of the forest, I don't know if it can have a new impact on its ink bamboo painting concept. ”

An official from the Ministry of Rites recognized An Le and couldn't help but speak.

Anle's ink bamboo is quite famous, but it is really famous and well-known for beating Wang Qinhe on the West Lake on that rainy night.

The second master, Pang Ji, stroked his beard and squinted his eyes, with a little curiosity and expectation, as if hoping that this young man could bring him some surprises.

On the other side, the jaw-dropping Confucian scholars on the literary and opera lists also came back to their senses, and their faces were not very good-looking.

The breeze blows, blowing the bamboo sea waves.

A Confucian scholar on the literary and opera list felt that the limelight had been stolen, and he couldn't help but be a little sour in his words: "This An family is really ...... Reckless, ask the heart of the bamboo branches in the forest, a little careless, the mind will be lost, do not make a clear path to go in the forest, then plunge into it, I am afraid that it will not go far. ”

"Enter the heart forest, first outside the forest to observe the law of the bamboo road in the forest, from the surging bamboo sea to find a road that leaves the steps of the predecessors to the Wenqu monument, before entering the forest, it is equivalent to a game with the ancient sages in the forest."

"An's family was born anyway, why can't you even see through this?"

Maybe someone started the way, and the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list spoke one after another, and the sour taste in his words made Han Shi, who was carrying a knife on the side, really pinch his nose and couldn't stand it.

"What is sour, maybe everyone can go all the way to the Wenqu monument without hindrance, it is your rules to observe before entering the forest, it is your common sense, what is imposed on everyone An?"

Han Shi said unceremoniously and directly, he was already short-tempered, and the most annoying thing was these sour Confucian students.

Although An Le is also a scholar, he is not a scholar of the Academy of Literature, and he once attracted Wu Kui Shi to rise to blood and smoke, and he also carried out a small holy order, and defeated Wang Qinhe happily on the West Lake.

Such a powerful, combat-powerful, and courageous scholar is the object of his Han Shi's respect.

Just like General Eugene Lee!

The more Han Shi spoke, the more angry he became, and in the face of the glaring eyes of those Confucian students on the literary and opera list, he glared back directly, really like an angry lion.

Then he ignored these people, carried a big knife on his back, and angrily followed behind An Le, and plunged into the forest of inquiry.

Less than five breaths.

Han Shi walked out angrily again, looked at the group of people staring at him outside, patted his head, and glared back at many Confucian students.

"Who pulled Lao Tzu out of the?!"

Vulgar and vulgar!

Sure enough, it was the goods that came out of the group of rude martial artists in Wumiao!

Many Confucian scholars on the literary music list sneered.

The second master chuckled and said: "You calm down, calm down and re-enter the forest, otherwise you will walk out quickly, and then don't want everyone to get closer to the Wenqu Monument, you will go farther and farther." ”

In the face of the second master, Han Shi was still respectful, hugged his fists, spewed hot air from his nose, suppressed the annoyance in his heart, began to babble in his mouth, closed his eyes and calmed down.

The Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list sneered, and then began to continue to study the route of Wenxinlin, while waiting to see An Le's good show.

The famous An family is in the forest of inquiry, so it will be interesting.

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The Wenyuan Asking Heart Forest opened, and there was a faint breath of clear qi rushing into the sky, and many powerful cultivators of the Divine Refining Spirit, the Yuan Shen all moved, and felt something.

There is a hut in the secluded part of the path.

In the thatched hut, two old men sit opposite each other, playing against each other, the black and white chess pieces seem to contain yin and yang, and between the falls, there seems to be a faint light bursting.

The eldest master, Zhu Huoxi, and the third master, Wang Banshan, are playing against each other.

"The young man provoked the Wenqu monument to move, I don't know if I can go to the bottom of the monument, probably it should be possible, I don't know if I can watch the Wenqu monument and condense the literary courage."

Zhu Huoxi chuckled and fell white.

Wang Banshan stared at the chessboard, sweating profusely, and his eyes were serious and dignified, as if he was meeting an opponent in chess.

pinched the sunspot, hesitated for a long time and couldn't fall.

The eldest master, Zhu Huoxi, shook his head slightly, dumbfounded in his heart, this king is half-mountain, and his chess skills are ...... It still stinks as always.

"Wen Gu This kind of thing depends on fate, then An Le dares to make such a majestic Northern Expedition Wen, just Wen Gu is not a problem, but I don't know if I can lead to Haoran Qi and bless my body."

"The Academy of Literature has been developing for 10,000 years, and now, there are really fewer and fewer people in the academy."

Wang Banshan said softly.

Then he squinted and dropped a son, but as soon as he fell, he regretted it a little, so he wanted to pick it up.

Zhu Huoxi shook his head, and quickly took a white seed and fell.

"You are the third master of the Academy of Literature, and you must not lose such a quality as having no regrets when playing chess." The eldest master, Zhu Huoxi, chuckled.

"Haoran is rare, it is the case in all dynasties, the more prosperous the court, the more prosperous it is, the more it will consume the will of the readers, and now the Great Zhao has moved south for five hundred years, and it is extremely prosperous.

"How can a scholar uphold a righteous breath in his heart and gather Haoran?"

"Those who gather Haoran, not only to have quality, but also to match the knowledge, now that people are addicted to prosperity, do not delve into knowledge, how to have Haoran?"

Zhu Huoxi sighed lightly: "The prosperity and decline of the temple began from here. ”

The third master, Wang Banshan, didn't care: "When the Confucian scholars of the Academy of Literature are involved with the magnates of the temple, it is destined to be so, this is their choice, we old bones, express our thoughts, they listen to it or not, and it is enough to ensure the continuous inheritance of the Academy." ”

"You're so carefree." Zhu Huo said happily.

Wang Banshan shook his head: "If you are not chic, when you see too many disappointments, you will no longer have hope." ”

"As for whether An Le can attract Haoran, in fact, it is in himself, depending on whether he leads or not, this young man can get Zhao Huangting to give Qingshan, and if he deserves Qingshan, it is naturally not a problem to attract Haoran."

Whether it leads or not, it depends on whether you are willing to ......

Wang Banshan's words made Zhu Huo happy, is he so optimistic about this young man?

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The restlessness of the ink pool has long been perceived, and has been suppressed by him with his mind, and there has been no chaos.

However, as soon as he was relieved, the inkwell swept out and burrowed into the secluded forest.

An Le was really helpless about this, like a loose horse.

For Wenxinlin, An Le is really looking forward to it, a treasure land for refining gods, his current realm of refining gods, stepping into the world, after visualizing the sword waterfall in the spring exam, now his mind is only a little short of consummation.

Perhaps, today's Question Heart Forest can help him step into consummation?

Dressed in white, he stepped into the bamboo forest, his figure disappeared into the secluded fence, and when he looked back, he couldn't see the road behind him, as if he had been erased from any trace.

Looking around, only the bamboo branches are lightly raised, and the meaning of green is like the air baptized after the rain, which is refreshing and pleasant.

Faintly, there was the sound of the ink pool flying in the bamboo sea in my ears, and the sword body rubbed over the light bamboo leaves, and the sound was gentle and sandy.

There is no road in front of you, only countless green bamboos are growing.

Walking in the bamboo forest, you are stepping on the soft withered bamboo leaves.

There seems to be a steaming breath of time, constantly rushing to peace, and the withering of each bamboo leaf represents the annual ring of time that has passed through.

The layers of bamboo leaves laid on the ground may have gone through a long time, turning into spring mud and then protecting the new bamboo.

The root dew is cold in the backbone of the dragon, and the tail tip of the leaf plate is the tail of the phoenix.

Listening to the sound of the bamboo sea and the waves, An Le walked slowly, and the sword furnace in the Mud Pill Palace in the center of the eyebrows showed unprecedented tranquility.

In this calm, the mind seems to be forged with a light hammer, slowly tempered, and more and more condensed.

The ink bamboo went and returned, galloping between the bamboo forests.

An Le carried his hands on his back, wore green mountains on his waist, walked to a bamboo, and watched this bamboo, in fact, in the forest of inquiry, there are countless such bamboos.

An Le has painted ink bamboo, he is actually not a stranger to bamboo, he knows how to carry ink, how to paint leaves, how to express the tenacity and unyielding temperament of bamboo, not bowing eyebrows and bending waist.

But in fact, it is the first time to seriously calm down and observe bamboo.

His ink bamboo is more based on the impression of the painting and brushwork of the ink bamboo master in his previous life.

However, all along, An Le felt that something was missing.

In the heart of the forest, An Le stared at a bamboo for a long time.

Outside, the Confucian scholars who had worked out the route moved to observe the Wenxin Forest with their hearts and minds, and they all stepped into the Wenxin Forest and began to move forward slowly.

The routes they planned are all feasible paths that have experienced the trek and verification of their predecessors, so they firmly believe that as long as they continue to follow the path of their predecessors, they will definitely be able to walk out of the forest of questions and set foot in front of the Wenqu Monument.

Although the path taken by the predecessors was covered by the withered bamboo leaves, what they had to do was to use their minds to survey the bamboo leaves that covered the road and turn over the path.

This process is the process of baptizing the mind and strengthening the mind, and it is the beauty of asking the heart.

One after another, Confucian students on the literary and opera lists have set foot in the forest of inquiry.

The rest of the candidates also set foot in, even Han Shi calmed down, made a path plan outside the Question Heart Forest, and then stepped into it, following the established road, all the way forward.

The second master, Pang Ji, watched quietly, and the peace on his face gradually deepened.

Outside the Asking Heart Forest, many officials of the Ministry of Rites were also curious, not knowing who had gone the farthest at this moment.

saw the second master raise his hand and flick his sleeve.

The Asking Heart Forest became transparent, and the figure of every candidate who entered the forest became extremely obvious, and their position became extremely clear.

"Huh? Have you come this far? ”

"Lost in the way? If so, that's a pity......"

"An, everyone is good at making ink bamboo, but don't lose your way to bamboo in this secluded forest, it's really ridiculous."

The officials of the Ministry of Rites were shocked when they saw An Le standing motionless in front of a bamboo.

They thought that An Le should have gone far away, but they never thought that they were still in a position not far from entering the forest, and they had even been surpassed by many Confucian scholars who had just entered the forest.

The second master looked at An Le, his eyes became more and more solemn, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.

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Under the thatched hut.

The chessboard snapped.

The third master, Wang Banshan, narrowed his eyes: "It's started, it's time to ask the heart forest." ”

The eldest master, Zhu Huoxi, chuckled: "Yes, how long do you think it will take for this son to get out of the forest?" ”

Looking at the chess pieces that were almost empty and eaten by Zhu Huoxi, Wang Banshan directly threw the chess pieces in his hand back into the chess box, stretched his waist, and chuckled: "Master, playing chess is too boring, you and I might as well write down the guessing time on paper, and then see which of you and I guess correctly, how about it?" ”

Zhu Huoxi stroked his beard, smiled and bowed, and met the requirements of this stinky chess basket.

So, the two got up and went into the house, wrote down their answers on a piece of paper, folded them, and returned to each other in front of the chessboard.

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An Le stared at the bamboo in front of him for a long time, this is an old bamboo, there are a few markings on it, like traces left by the years.

Reaching out to touch it, it was extremely cold, the bamboo branches shook lightly, and suddenly shook off the bamboo leaves.

Bamboo seems to be shy.

At this moment, An Le was suddenly surprised, and his understanding of bamboo seemed to have a different impression.

Bamboo, too, has a soul.

At this moment, he did not look for any way out of the forest, nor did he trace the path left by his predecessors.

He began to observe one bamboo after another, the demeanor of the bamboo, and the temperament of the bamboo.

The ink bamboo he once painted is less agile and more rigid, and there is also a gap between it and the real bamboo.

An Le Ge bamboo, want to make the real ink bamboo painting into the room.

Draw the ink bamboo that belongs to his comfort.

The silence of the forest was broken by the breeze and the sound of the waves.

Unconsciously, the warm sun is slanting westward.

The sunset is still strong, and the cold chime fills the empty forest.

The candidates who participated in the Wenxin Forest experienced the initial journey one by one, but they all began to hesitate, although they planned the mental route before entering the forest, they really flooded into the forest, and walked far according to the established route, and they all began to get lost again.

After getting lost, you can only find the way forward in a chaotic way, and finally, wander in the same place.

No one came out of the Forest of Inquiry.

An Le is still in Gezhu, but after observing the bamboo for so long, he has also gained something, and he has a full grasp of the aura of bamboo.

He touched the bamboo sword Qingshan on his waist, and Qingshan was very comfortable.

An Le smiled, no longer holding the bamboo, stood up, and through the sunset sprinkled by the bamboo leaves, it reflected on his body, pulling out a long figure.

An Le raised his hand and gently tapped it in the void.

Shout!

The inkpool, which had been crazy for a day in the forest of inquiry, broke through the dense bamboo and galloped around, surrounding An Le.

An Le grabbed the ink pool, but began to splash ink in the air.

It seems to use heaven and earth as paper and ink pool as pen to make a painting of ink bamboo.

Beyond the grate.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites were all in good spirits, and the second master also squinted his eyes and looked at the young man who had been standing quietly not far from the entrance of the Inquiry Forest all day.

The young man in white had a flying smile on the corner of his lips, holding a sword in the air.

The mind swells up like a waterfall, melting into the painting in front of him.

The ink-colored bamboo is very abrupt, and it should be incompatible with the real bamboo, but it is presented by An Le's painting, standing in the forest of inquiry, but it seems to be in the bamboo in the forest, integrated into one.

At this moment, the mind in the sword furnace in An Lemei's heart has officially stepped into the realm of consummation!

Faintly, in the sword furnace, even the mind surged, and a vague figure gathered on the sword embryo.

Complete the mind, the original spirit appears!

Although it is vague, it means that the realm of Anle's refining gods has already touched the threshold of the fourth realm of primordial gods.

When the Yuan Shen is condensed into reality, you can go out of the body and swim, and you can officially set foot in the Yuan Shen Realm!

Outside the bamboo forest.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites were extremely shocked, and they couldn't help but take a deep breath when they looked at the young man who was painting with sword qi in the sky.

"Is this the ink bamboo of the An family? Seem...... It's more flexible, although it is freehand, but there is the truth and details of the work, which is really good! ”

Many officials were amazed.

The second master narrowed his eyes, and let out a long breath in his heart, looking at the ink bamboo, his eyes were full of appreciation.

At this moment, he was no longer worried that An Le would not be able to get out of this forest of inquiry.

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Ching Po Street, Tai Temple.

Zhao Huangting, who was laying paper and painting in the temple, suddenly brushed up, and his ears moved, as if he heard the sound of the forest beating the leaves.

There was a picture of ink and bamboo hanging on the wall of the room, and it began to tremble incessantly.

He hurriedly put down the pen, quickly walked to the window, looked in the direction of the Academy, his eyes were fixed, but he saw that in the direction of the Academy, there was a clear breath rising to the sky.

Zhao Huangting pinched his long eyebrows and laughed.

As soon as his heart moved, the extremely strong Yuan Shen broke away from his body, and under the remnant sun, he seemed to be stepping on the glow of thousands of zhang, and drifted towards the direction of the Academy.

The sky above the Academy of Literature is not only Zhao Huangting's mind.

Li You'an's Yuan Shen also came with a negative hand, Mrs. Hua's Yuan Shen was also hanging in the air, and there were several strong Yuan Shen in Lin'an Mansion coming from the sky.

Zhao Huangting's Yuan Shen Guan In the Inquiry Forest, An Le held the sword as an ink bamboo, but this ink bamboo has changed subtly compared with the original.

The original ink bamboo was created by An Le in the genre, and there was a slight flaw in the carving of bamboo imagery, but today, An Le has made up for this flaw, and even, as if it was the same as the previous ink and bamboo painters, like two people.

The ink bamboo at this moment is the ink bamboo that really belongs to Anle!

And when Li Youan and Zhao Huangting were both paying attention to Mozhu.

Only Mrs. Hua sensed An Le's mind, and she actually stepped into the perfection of the world, and vaguely, she gave birth to the phantom of the primordial spirit.

Mrs. Flower's red lips opened lightly, and she couldn't help but gasp.

Happiness seems to be refining the gods...... More genius than her!

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Under the remnant sun, ask the heart in the forest.

After An Le finished making the ink bamboo, a sullen breath erupted in his heart, causing the bamboo forest to sway, strengthening his heart and stepping into the perfection of the world, so that his eyes were bright and full of energy.

Drawing a bamboo that belongs to him An Le himself, his heart is happy, his thoughts are open, he laughs freely, pins the ink pool to his waist, and An Le no longer stands in place to check the bamboo, and strides forward.

He didn't plan any path with his heart, and he didn't look for it.

Just a step, the bamboo branch that stopped in front of him moved straight away, opening a new road!

It's your own way.

Painting bamboo is like this, walking is like this, and practicing is like this.

Half a moment later, a figure in white clothes with two swords at his waist stepped out of the bamboo forest.

Walked to the front of the pavilion that shrouded the Wenqu monument.

At this time.

The stars and the moon are on the top, and the stele is still full of stars.

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Inside the thatched house.

A charcoal stove boils water.

The eldest master, Zhu Huoxi, and the third master, Wang Banshan, glanced at each other, and the two of them spread out the folded paper in their palms one after another.

The time of speculation is written on it.

"A moment"

And from An Le to paint ink bamboo with sword energy, stepping out of the forest, it is only half a moment.

Under the eaves of the thatched house, the moon is cold.

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

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