The wind in the water pavilion is becoming softer and softer, like the spring breeze that awakens all things to revive. When it blows on the face, there is a comfort that makes the pores glow.

In the main hall, the fragrance of ink is strong.

Special gift?

Anle felt confused and confused after hearing what Mrs. Hua said with a mysterious smile.

In fact, he did not ask for anything in return when he presented the Flower Lady with the Ink Bamboo Painting.

Just the fact that Mrs. Hua showed him the way forward and illuminated the green lantern on his spiritual path was enough for the young man to paint without asking for anything in return.

However, Mrs. Hua obviously did not want to accept the boy's gift of paintings in vain.

Mrs. Hua admired the ink bamboo pictures on the table. Compared with the sketches, it was obvious that such ink paintings made Mrs. Hua happier.

The reason why Mrs. Hua appreciates the sketch is because Anle's sketch is so lifelike and captures the melancholy and sadness she felt when she parted ways with her husband.

However, Anle's ink painting of bamboo is unique, and can even be said to have created a style of ink bamboo painting. There are many bamboo painters in Da Zhao, but there are only a few who paint bamboo with ink and wash alone.

The main hall of the waterside pavilion was quite quiet, without any sound except for the lingering breathing of a few people.

An Le, dressed in white with wide sleeves, stood there, waiting for Mrs. Hua's so-called special gift, but... after waiting for a moment, Mrs. Hua made no move.

Anle was a little puzzled and looked at Mrs. Hua doubtfully.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were also confused. They were even curious about what the special gift the eldest lady gave Anle.

Cultivation method? Or practice method?

But none of these can be called special.

Mrs. Hua admired the painting, raised her head and glanced at Anle, and couldn't help but smile: "What are you looking at? Sit down and drink tea. You will know this ceremony in three days."

"I can't give it to you now."

When Anle heard this, he did not doubt Madam Hua's words, believing that Madam Hua would not play tricks on him.

It will be known in three days, is Mrs. Hua’s gift related to the opening of the Sixth Mountain to recruit mountain guards?

Madam wants to help him become the guardian of the Sixth Mountain Lord?

An Le stopped thinking about it when he couldn't figure it out.

In the following time, Mrs. Hua stayed in the waterside pavilion to drink tea and discuss paintings.

The Xixiang girl has a graceful figure and is quite good at making tea. Her tea art is pleasing to the eye and makes her feel happy and peaceful.

During this period, Mrs. Hua and Anle explained some difficult points in the "Sword Waterfall Picture" and some tips in the process of visualizing the sword picture, which benefited Anle a lot.

The spring rain gradually stopped, and the air was filled with a cleansed fragrance.

The sky is getting late, and the looming glow emerges from behind the dusk clouds, jumping out of the corners of the face and reflecting the red sky and sea of ​​clouds.

Anle said goodbye to Mrs. Hua, and left the Lin Mansion with Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng seeing her off.

He holds a folded oil-paper umbrella, a broken bamboo sword at his waist, and a black and white jade pendant.

The young man's handsome appearance made passers-by on the street look back at him frequently.

After strolling along the long street, he went to Yanchunli to drink a bottle of wine as usual, and then took a leisurely detour to Dingya Lane. He remembered that the old man from Taimiao once said that the old rice wine in Yanchunli was very good, but the meat was not good, and eating meat was not good.

You have to go to the beef shop in Dingya Alley.

Therefore, Anle went to Dingya Alley, found the beef shop that the Taimiao old man said, cut a pound of braised beef, and then returned to Taimiao Alley leisurely and comfortably.

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Wenyuan, among the black and white pavilion buildings.

The glow washed by the spring rain falls from the clouds and reflects on the windowsill, making the hanging water droplets burst out with colorful luster.

Luo Qingchen put down the pen in his hand with a somewhat ugly look on his face.

Looking at the ink bamboo and stone pictures that he had personally traced on the table, a flash of embarrassment flashed through his eyes.

The gentlemen from the surrounding liberal arts colleges all gathered together to appreciate and comment on the ink bamboo painted by Luo Qingchen.

"That's right. As expected of Mr. Luo, the one painted on the ink bamboo is 70-80% similar."

"It's a pity that the artistic conception is a little different. It lacks the character of a gentleman who can stand proudly in the world and let the wind of east, west, north and south..."

"No wonder Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo's Taoist heart has encountered dust one after another. I don't understand that feeling."

…

The gentlemen of the Academy of Arts all had sharp eyes, and Luo Qingchen did a good job in tracing. Although his technique was still different from Anle's Mo Zhu, it was his first time tracing, and Luo Qingchen had already done a good job.

The form is in place, but the meaning is too different. When a painter paints, the most important thing is the meaning.

Luo Qingchen was not a professional painter, so no one held him accountable. In addition, Luo Qingchen was defeated by Li Youan, so his back was broken, and his moral integrity was dusty. Naturally, there was a gap between him and the gentleman's integrity revealed in the painting.

But it’s one thing to know it, and it’s another thing to say it when making an analysis.

Luo Qingchen's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he felt as if his face was being pulled out and being whipped continuously.

Of course, what made Luo Qingchen feel most uncomfortable was that he couldn't actually describe Anle's painting, and the gap was even quite large.

"Master, the student has finished painting."

Luo Qingchen put down his pen, clasped his fists and saluted the two ladies who were sitting upright on the desk.

"The student has something to do at home, so I will leave today." Luo Qingchen said, then turned around and walked hurriedly, leaving the pavilion with his clothes flying.

The second wife glanced at the third wife: "Why did you drag him out and suffer this humiliation?"

The third master stroked his beard and smiled: "You know what I mean, Luo Qingchen's talent is good, but it's a pity that his mood is not good and he is easily frustrated. His Taoist heart is too delicate and gets dusty at every turn. If he could calm down, feel the artistic conception in the painting, reflect on himself, and realize

The perseverance and perseverance in it still have a chance to wash away the dust in the Taoist heart."

"It's a pity that he never grasped it."

"Joining the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion as a staff member, Luo Qingchen's spiritual beliefs are no longer pure. It is a pity."

The third wife sighed softly.

The Second Master was silent for a moment and said: "Luo Qingchen should also know this. Therefore, in three days, he will go to the sixth mountain to compete for the spot of the mountain guard. If he can enter the holy mountain, his Taoist heart will naturally fade away and become clear.

exquisite."

When the third master heard this, he smiled and said nothing.

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Luo Qingchen walked down the bluestone stairs. After a spring rain, the foothills of the Wenyuan Mountain were filled with smoke and dotted with black and white buildings. The clouds were deep and unknown, just like a fairyland.

The burly coachman sat quietly on the carriage shaft. Mr. Luo said he would be back in a few minutes, but a long time passed without realizing it.

Although he was confused, the coachman was not dissatisfied at all.

Far up the sloping stone path of Hanshan Mountain, Luo Qingchen came back dressed in fine clothes with a gloomy expression. Without saying a word, he got into the carriage.

"Go to Prime Minister Qin's Mansion."

Luo Qingchen's tone was cold, as if mixed with anger.

"Here."

The burly coachman wore a bamboo hat with still-dry spring rain on it. He didn't ask anything, he just responded and started to drive the luxurious chariot slowly towards the direction of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion.

In the carriage, Luo Qingchen sat upright with her eyes closed, as if there was a string in her heart that was vibrating and beating violently.

The humiliation he suffered today was not inflicted by the young man, but that painting was made by the young man. The contrast in the central scene of the painting made Luo Qingchen feel aggrieved and unwilling.

The young man who painted bamboo had the integrity of a gentleman and stood proudly in the world, but the world said that he, Luo Qingchen, did not have this pride and could not paint the charm of ink bamboo...

Those words may be unintentional or strange, but they are indeed disturbing his heart like silk and bamboo cluttering his ears.

It's easy for those liberal arts teachers to say it. If this young man is allowed to face Li Youan, will his Taoist heart still be as strong as a rock?! Will he still have the courage to draw the sword?!

Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, exhaled again, and endured his twisted emotions.

He knew he had lost his normalcy.

There is a picture that keeps lingering in front of my eyes. It is a picture of a young man bathing in the spring rain, straightening his spine under his pressure, and never bowing.

The young man in the picture is very eye-catching.

Although it was never as dusty as Tao's heart, it still lingered around, making him feel quite unhappy.

"Three days later, when the sixth mountain opens, I will enter the holy mountain. The Taoist heart will wash away the dust and restore its past glory. All the ridicule and insults will eventually disappear like clouds after the rain."

In the fancy car, Luo Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, and there was a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

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As the sun sets, twilight falls.

The crowds on Qingbo Street are becoming increasingly sparse.
To be continued...