Before the wine dances and the flowers are drunk, the shadow of the golden hairpin falls into the silver lamp.

Charming, scratching the heart, warblers and swallows, dancing in the flower pavilion.

An Le carried the old rice wine, a white shirt with wide sleeves poured into the spring breeze, the cool hair was scattered, looking at the night under the stars, the lanterns on the Linhua Pavilion.

This is the most famous place of fireworks in Lin'an Mansion, and An Le has naturally heard of it, but he has never set foot on it.

The flower boat on the West Lake is also a place for fireworks, but compared with the Linhua Pavilion, it is a small thing, whether it is extravagant or luxurious, it is far from the same.

If it weren't for the presence of Yunrou Fairy on the West Lake flower boat, it would not have attracted so many literati and ink writers.

The biggest difference between Linhua Pavilion and many flower boats on the West Lake is that the cultivators in the Linhua Pavilion come and go, and basically the cultivators will choose the Linhua Pavilion instead of the flower boats on the West Lake.

This huge Linhua Pavilion seems to be the epitome of prosperity like a dream after the Great Zhao Dynasty moved south, eroding the soul and grinding people's ambitions.

The fifteenth place on the Little Saint List, named Ximen Qiuhua, a rather alternative genius on the Little Saint List, double four realms, refining gods and forging bodies are both four realms, and now he is only twenty-two years old.

Unlike geniuses such as Wang Qinhe, Ye Wenxi, and Sima Pudu, Ximen Qiuhua does not have any noble background, and even, his identity is a little low, but he was born to a dancer in the Linhua Pavilion.

Grew up in the Linhua Pavilion since childhood, and later showed his talent, and was favored by the behind-the-scenes existence of the Linhua Pavilion.

But Simon Qiuhua went to study at the Academy of Literature, but only a few times, and then he never went again, because even if his lowly status had been removed, he was still inseparable from the students of the Academy of Literature.

Those Confucian scholars of the Academy of Literature who often wandered in the Flower Pavilion knew the identity of Ximen Qiuhua, and they were sneering and ashamed to study with Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua finally returned to Linhua Pavilion, holding books and reading hard, because he was nurtured in Linhua Pavilion since he was a child, he practiced a good piano technique, made a good tea, and was good at blowing a good flute.

Even, in the Linhua Pavilion, his rank is comparable to a lot of Oiran, because the world comes to Ximen to seek flowers, not because of beauty, nor because of habits, but only admires his piano skills, tea skills and Xiao Yin.

Of course, no one dared to mess around, just because the one behind Ximen Qiuhua was the behind-the-scenes existence of Linhua Pavilion, and it was rumored that the status and power were unimaginable.

An Le smiled, recalling the message on the letter given by Madame Hua.

The image of Simon seeking flowers was gradually sketched in his mind.

After dusting off his white clothes, An Le stepped towards the Linhua Pavilion.

A hook of crescent moon shoots the house, and the spring breeze enters the curtain.

In front of the Flower Pavilion, many literati and many cultivators paid attention to the handsome young man who was carrying a pot of old rice wine and wearing two swords at his waist.

The name of the Anjia family, now in Lin'an is absolutely extraordinary, Qin Xiangfu recited three thousand poems, extradition Haoran, has already become an unforgettable picture for countless people.

Therefore, as soon as An Le appeared, many cultivators in front of the Flower Pavilion stopped, especially some Confucian students on the literary and opera list of the Academy of Literature, and their wine was blown up by the rain and wind in an instant, and they stared at the young man.

"Hello everyone."

Many cultivators looked eagerly at An Le and greeted An Le, but they also secretly looked at the young man, Si Chen, the talented An family, also came to the Flower Pavilion to seek joy

However, it is rumored that everyone in An does not go to the West Lake to watch the flower boat, and does not come to the realm of the Flower Pavilion, is this a change of taste

Unlike the Confucian scholars of the Academy of Literature, many literati and writers did not have too many contradictions with An Le, and greeted An Le with admiration and close thoughts.

An Le smiled, returned the salute one by one, and then stepped into the Linhua Pavilion of Yingying Yanyan.

A fragrant wind struck, and several graceful figures approached quickly, but before they could get close, they slowed down and bowed down.

"The slave family has seen everyone An."

The words in unison, soft and flattering, made An Le a little more colorful.

The graceful figure gave way one after another, and a graceful woman who was old but still retained the appearance of her youth walked slowly, looking at An Le, and bowed.

"I have heard the name of everyone in An for a long time, and today I have to see everyone in An come to my Linhua Pavilion, Linhua Pavilion is really full of brilliance, and look at my sisters, my eyes are about to look out of the water."

The woman pinched a round fan, on which chrysanthemums were painted, although the words were exaggerated, but the posture was elegant, with a bit of the grace of a noblewoman.

"An family and go upstairs, the slave family prepares the best wing room for the An family, and the sisters are also at the mercy of the An family, I heard that the An family's painting skills are their own, we are in the Flower Pavilion, and there are also sisters who are good at painting, I hope that everyone can give you some pointers."

The woman smiled like a peach blossom and said softly.

An Le smiled, looking at the woman in front of him, don't look at the woman is ordinary, but the years on her body are lingering, and she probably has three realms of cultivation.

Holding his fists, An Le said: "This sister, I want to find someone in the next Flower Pavilion, and I will tell you about the trouble, and the sixteenth An Le of the Little Saint List will come to challenge." ”

The smile on the woman's face froze suddenly.

The surrounding literati and scholars, as well as many cultivators who were watching, all fell silent when they listened to the words of peace.

Challenge with the name of the Little Saint List

Who to challenge

Naturally, it was the genius Ximen of the Little Holy List in the Linhua Pavilion who asked for flowers.

"This is everyone, Linhua Pavilion is such a beautiful place of fireworks, it's really boring to fight or something, it's better to ask our Tianxiang girl from Linhua Pavilion to chat with everyone Xiang Xiang girl likes everyone's ink bamboo, copy it every day."

The woman's face returned to a smile and said.

However, An Le still smiled, raised his head, and looked beyond the red lanterns hanging one by one, and landed on the railing of the upper floor of the pavilion.

There, there was a plain-clothed man standing straight, condescendingly looking at An Le.

"Aunt Xuan, please come up."

The man spoke, his voice drifting.

Aunt Xuan still had a smile on her face, sighed lightly, and turned sideways to An Le and said, "An Gongzi, please." ”

In the words, there is also a little less eagerness.

An Le followed the woman named Aunt Xuan, and climbed the stairs all the way, and there was a little quiet in the Linhua Pavilion, and many eyes moved with the movement of An Le and Aunt Xuan.

At this moment, many people's hearts have already turned up stormy waves, and the little holy list has changed today, and An Le has jumped from eighteen to two places in a row to sixteen.

Originally, everyone was still shocked by An Le's breakthrough, but they never thought that as soon as night fell, An Le came to challenge the fifteenth-ranked Simon to ask for flowers

Ximen asks for flowers, forging the body and refining the gods are all the four realms, and although An Le refining the gods breaks the four realms, the forging body is still only the three realms

is also a genius, does An Le want to cross the border to fight

Ximen Qiuhua is not the same as Wang Qinhe, it is a small holy order that he really obtained by his own talent, and the only reason why he ranks fifteenth is that his cultivation is weaker, and he has just broken through to the four realms.

Ximen's experience of seeking flowers is not a secret in Linhua Pavilion, and his first-hand piano skills and tea art have already attracted the attention of many powerful people.

It's just that because of his background, Ximen Qiuhua's cultivation started a little later and fell too far behind, so although he obtained the Little Holy Order with his own strength, it was difficult to have a good ranking in cultivation.

In this regard, many people think that Anle is somewhat similar to Simon Qiuhua.

On the fifth floor of the Linhua Pavilion, the door is opened, and a little sandalwood wafts out of it, this layer is quite quiet, and there is less taste of rouge gouache, as if it is like a place to worship the Buddha, not like a place for fireworks.

An Le stepped into the house, and the door couldn't help but be closed by Aunt Xuan, and it was completely isolated from the outside world in an instant, and there was no sound and noise.

In a noisy place like Linhua Pavilion, it is really interesting to achieve seclusion.

An Le sat in white, and when he entered the house, he saw a plain-clothed man sitting on the tea table with a delicate face.

"Gongzi An, please."

When Simon Qiuhua saw An Le and learned that An Le was here to challenge him, he was not too surprised on his face.

An Le sat on a chair, a few feet away from him.

Ximen Qiuhua took off the boiling hot water on the charcoal stove, picked a few tea leaves and fell into the celadon cup, brewed with hot water, the tea leaves stretched out in it, and next to the ebony tea case, there was a charred pineapple wood guqin, on which the strings were illuminated by the light of the small oil lamp next to the table, exuding a shimmering silver glow.

A cup of hot tea was enveloped by a mental force, and floated towards Anle.

An Le took it, the smooth and warm tea cup was crystal clear, the color was extremely attractive, and after playing with the tea cup for a while, An Le drank it all in one gulp.

The rich aroma of tea bursts out in the mouth, completely releasing the taste of the tea itself and the aura contained in it.

The pleasing tea art, the control of temperature and the mastery of time, are extremely accurate.

"Gongzi An came to challenge me, if I remember well, Gongzi will be promoted to sixteenth place today, shouldn't I consolidate it well, and then challenge again?"

Ximen Qiuhua looked at An Le and asked gently.

"There's not much time left for me, so I have to hurry."

An Le put down the teacup and responded softly.

The two are not like rivals who are about to have a life-and-death confrontation with each other, but more like old friends for many years, drinking tea and talking.

"There is not much time" Ximen Qiuhua seemed puzzled, played with the tea set on the tea table, and then thought of something, raised his head suddenly, and stared at An Le.

"Does Gongzi An want to challenge all the way up and reproduce the legendary feats of General You'an back then?"

Simon Qiuhua was surprised.

An Le didn't answer him, raised his hand, and his mind was filled with ink.

The ink pool, which trembled slightly, emitted the sound of sword groaning, and in an instant, there was a dense sword qi intertwined in the room.

"My cultivation is weak, but my talent is good, fighting is an excellent nourishment for me, I am fighting to raise the war, I may be able to show some edge when I try in front of the palace, so that those who are watching me, want to calculate me, harm my rats, can be fearful."

"In this world, the background is very important, but the strength of itself is the real arrogant capital."

"I want to make myself strong, and I want to climb high and look far away, and I will be at the top of the mountain."

"This Lin'an turmoil, I can't avoid it, and if I want to get involved in it, then I will become a whirlpool of my own."

"Raise an invincible body, pick a small holy list, and fight a Lin'an."

An Le said softly.

The voice was not loud, but it was full of sonority, which made the eyes of Ximen Qiuxian who was sitting behind the tea table condense slightly.

Fight a Lin'an

What an arrogant young man, such a domineering ambition, and a brilliant fighting spirit like the scorching sun hanging, made Ximen Qiuhua's heart tremble slightly, but he couldn't help but admire.

It is too difficult to follow the undefeated legendary road of the legendary champion Li Youan, and the courage required is too strong, even if it is just a verbal shout, it is enough to scare off too many people.

And the young man in front of him, with the cultivation of forging the three realms of the body and refining the four realms of the gods, raised the sword in his hand, wanting to re-walk the legendary path of the legendary champion, pick a small holy list, and fight a Lin'an.

Taking a deep breath, Ximen Qiuhua's eyes showed admiration.

He naturally has the information of Anle, from a small family in Chongzhou, he didn't even practice when he entered Lin'an, but he preached in Mrs. Dehua in Lin Mansion, and in just one month, he was like a hidden dragon out of the abyss, soaring.

Today's peace and happiness is a legend in itself.

And today, An Le came to challenge him Simon to seek flowers, to create a bigger legend.

Feeling the sword qi of the ink pool that lingered around the room, Ximen Qiuhua's body also surged out one after another.

He stared at An Le, and in the depths of his pupils, it was as if a flame was burning, it was the will to fight.

"Gongzi An is so courageous, since this is the case, I will accompany you to the end if you ask for flowers today."

Simon asks for ikebana.

However, he stood up, walked to the vermilion carved wooden window, pushed the window open, looked at An Le, and said: "This house is rented to me by Linhua Pavilion, and it is a good place for tea, piano and flute.

The ink pool hovered to his side, and he smiled: "Okay." ”

Although he did not enter the Academy, his bearing was more elegant than any Confucian student of the Academy of Literature.

Ximen Qiuhua beckoned, the guqin on the table floated in, and he carried it, and a jade flute with a red tassel hanging on the wall also fell into his hands.

With a surge of heart, Simon asked for flowers to float out of the house, and An Le followed.

The two of them went out of the room, floated up like stepping on the moon, climbed to the roof, stepped on the hexagonal cornices and black tiles, fell on the top of the Linhua Pavilion, and stood diagonally on both sides of the roof.

The cold wind of the spring night is blowing, stirring and people's clothes flying.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

The huge silver moon plate hangs above the heads of the two, and the moonlight is like a yarn falling, reflecting on the top of the Linhua Pavilion.

Ximen Qiuhua took off the Jiaowei pineapple wood guqin, one leg was independent, the other leg was raised horizontally, the guqin fell on the leg, he looked at An Le, and chuckled: "Gongzi An, please." ”

The ink pool poured into the sky, fell again and again, hanging beside An Le, An Le took a sip of old rice wine, put the wine pot on the roof, and the next moment, gently knocked on the ink pool hanging in front of him.

Instantly

At the top of the Flower Pavilion, the sword is full of energy

Everyone came to challenge the West Gate of Linhua Pavilion to ask for flowers, and this matter spread in an instant, especially when everyone came from afar.

It can be seen that on the top of the Linhua Pavilion, the two figures are standing opposite each other, and the qi and machine are clashing.

Many people poured out their minds, or rushed out of their houses, landed on rooftops, and looked into the distance.

The battle of the Little Saint List would have attracted the attention of most cultivators in Lin'an Mansion, after all, there was no mediocre talent for those who could get on the Little Saint List.

Among the people who fought this time, there was also the famous An Le.

Many people wonder why they are in a hurry to challenge the fifteenth place when the Little Saint List has just changed today, and An Le has just entered the sixteenth ranking, leaving no room for themselves to consolidate their cultivation

But some people see something extraordinary.

One by one, the primordial gods rose into the air, standing in the air, looking at the Linhua Pavilion, the battle between the two outstanding juniors in the Lin'an Mansion.

Ye Wenxi, Ye Yinhua, Qin Hua'an, Sima Pudu and other small saints are on the list, all of them are spreading the Yuan Shen and observing.

Li Youan, Zhao Huangting, Mrs. Hua and other famous and powerful people are also curious and wait-and-see.

When the sword qi overflows all over the world, it means that this challenge begins.

Compared with Wang Qinhe's challenge to him Anle, this battle is a higher ranking of Anle's reverse.

Both of them are taken seriously, without relaxation or neglect.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other, one pair of elegant eyes, the other pair of heroic eyes, and only each other dressed in moonlight was left in the eyes.

Both of them are the best of their generation, and they are good people who can be on the Little Saint List, so neither of them wants to admit defeat easily, and they both have the intention of suppressing each other.

An Le wants to win Simon to seek flowers, raise invincible momentum, as the beginning of the battle of a Lin'an, this one is very important to him, if the first game is defeated, the blow is absolutely huge, not to mention the cultivation of invincible momentum, the heart will be weakened.

And Ximen Qiuhua is also full of fighting spirit, Anle wants to step on him to cultivate invincible strength, Ximen Qiuhua will naturally not let it succeed easily, go all out is the greatest respect for Anle, and it is the respect for Anle to take this difficult and legendary road

Five fingers and a hook, the sound of the piano is swinging, and the invisible qi has been born and melted into the heart.

For example, a small snake dragging the air flow quickly rushed out, like an arrow, shooting towards An Le.

Qingshan lifted it slightly, and pointed at the small snake of the air flow that came from it, the little snake fell apart, An Le's body was full of momentum, and the sword finger was gently pressed down, and the sword qi was close

The steep spring breeze suddenly turned into a sharp sword qi, like a straight line, cutting down abruptly.

Ximen Qiuhua's body fluttered, a strand of hair was cut off, fell on the piano, and was hit by the sound of the piano again, and flew out of thin air.

The sound of the piano is wave after wave, and the sound of the piano seems to turn into a beast that rushes out of the qi machine.

"Palace."

The heart is agitated, and in the mud pill palace of Ximen's eyebrows seeking flowers, there are primordial gods competing for eyes.

The corners of his lips opened slightly, and the sound of the piano floated.

Around Anle, there are fierce beasts transformed by the sound of the piano, which is mixed with sharpness, the sound of the piano vibrates and swims, and every wisp of the sound of the piano turns into slaughter.

An Le's body was full of qi and blood, and the vision of the ancient demon suddenly appeared, like the roar of the ancient demon tiger, covering every beast addicted to the piano.

The sound of the piano exploded, turning into a dense network of qi and machine threads, and the source of those threads was all in the fingertips of Ximen Qiuhua, and he saw that his fingertips pulled the sound of the piano and broke a string.

"Shang."

Ximen asked for flowers to exhale again, and the sound of the piano changed again and again, as if flowing from the mountains turned into a tide rushing waves

Countless silk threads were cut down like countless sword qi.

An Le finally moved, the green mountains in his hands were raised, the sword qi was rampant, and as soon as he handed it forward, there were bamboo branches born in the distance, and between the fluttering, countless silk threads were disturbed.

Taking a step forward, staring at the piano sound machine like the flowing water of the river, Anle Qingshan waved, there was a mighty sword qi gushing out, brilliant atmosphere, firm faith, unstoppable

The spirit of the Yuan Shen in An Lemei's heart is also released, and when the refining god sets foot in the fourth realm, he already has a good demeanor, and the phantom of the sword waterfall is presented, as if an invisible rainstorm is sprinkled, and the rain contains sword energy

An Le crushed the sound of the piano step by step, and every time he took a step forward, his pride surged, his fighting spirit was high, and his momentum became higher and higher

There is only a thirty paces between him and Simon Qiuhua, but it is full of dense piano sounds and fluttering piano wires, each of which has the sharpness of cutting heads.

An Le used bamboo branch swordsmanship to roughly chop out a road.

There are two kinds of confrontations between the two, the confrontation above the mind and the confrontation in technique.

The sword qi is close to the ink pool and disappears into the darkness, bringing a killing blow at any time, while Ximen Qiuhua blocks the surroundings with the sound of the qin, guarding the position of the sword qi near and not giving An Le a chance, this is a heart-to-heart confrontation.

The clash of techniques is the overlapping change of each piano sound, and the killing machine brought by it is all cut off by An Le with bamboo branch swordsmanship, which is the clash of techniques

Ximen Qiuhua's head swayed slightly, his left hand and right hand were plucking the strings, his face was slightly pale, and his mind began to be overdrawn.

Corner

Ximen Qiuhua's eyes froze, his hands pressed down suddenly, and the sound of the piano seemed to stop in an instant, but the next moment, Ximen Qiuhua's slender ten fingers kept slapping on the piano.

"Cai Nu used to make the sound of Hu Ji, and there were eight beats out of ten in one play."

This is the eighteen beats of Hu Ji

Bang bang bang

Above the roof, the black tiles exploded, and eighteen bursting black tile debris rose at once, and the sound of the piano in an instant was like a flowing desert wind

An Le held the sword momentum of the green mountain and changed again, and moved forward with the swordsmanship of the young man, and the young man was full of spirit, cutting away the yellow sand and the sky

The refining spirits of the two collided, and the waves swept around, and the black tiles flew sideways.

The boy chopped off his beard with vigor

Thirty steps closer, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the sword qi of Haoran slashed down.

Ximen Qiuhua's face was pale, and his mind was faintly unable to continue to support, and after the palace business corner, it was difficult to gather momentum.

And An Le became more and more surging as he fought, and under the overlapping momentum, he approached Ximen Qiuhua closely.

Simon Qiuhua's eyes are bright, his fighting spirit is like a rainbow, his hair is upside down and flying, but he has not retreated, five fingers and a hook, pulling up the strings, like a bow full moon, and the bow is like a thunderbolt

This Confucian is a Confucian student, but he is mixed with the Flower Pavilion.

At this moment, it is like a sharpshooter who is killing Hu Barbarian around him

The jade flute levitated and rested on the strings.

The piano is the string, and the flute is the arrow.

Rhythm is the most murderous

He wanted to kill the young man in front of him

bang

Suddenly, there was an explosion, and before Ximen Qiuhua, who was condensed into one, could react, a broken black tile, suddenly filled with sword qi, and burst into the Jiaowei guqin, which was shattered and exploded

Everything can be close to the sword

Simon Qiuhua gushed out a mouthful of blood, his qi was in a mess, he could no longer gather momentum, his eyes shrank, and the thick black night suddenly turned into a mass of ink stains, and the ink stains pulled out a slender silk thread, like a completely blackened string

It swept across his neck and brought up a drop of crimson blood.

Ximen Qiuhua's momentum suddenly collapsed, on the roof, fell two steps, the green mountain cut away the sound of the long piano and the joy of the piano silk was no longer blocked, launched a sword, through Ximen Qiuhua's chest, and then pulled out, with a puddle of blood.

At this moment, the sound of the piano disappeared, and the sword qi disappeared.

Only the two people standing on the roof were left, looking at each other.

One person's eyes are full of regrets, but there is also the joy of a hearty battle.

The invincible momentum in the eyes of one person has just begun, and the brilliant fighting spirit is like the scorching sun, like the Dapeng riding the wind

As if at this moment, the invincible force was surging like a tide, and the sword was pointing at the city.

Fight a Lin'an

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"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.