The old man from Taimiao came with a painting, and Anle no longer practiced the sword power.

The bamboo sword green mountain was pulled out from the old locust tree little by little, and the sword was worn on the waist. I wonder if it was an illusion, but Anle felt that the bamboo sword seemed to be holding it a little easier.

"The sword has a spirit. It feels hope from you. The spirit buried in the sword edge will slowly wake up step by step. Don't look at the broken green mountains, but it is invincible. If you want to take charge of the green mountains now, you are still far from it."

"The sword is the best companion for the swordsman, but you are still a little tender now."

The old man sat on a bamboo chair, poured a glass of old rice wine as he cooked, drank it all in one go, and said with a smile.

Anle stroked the Qingshan bamboo sword with his palm, and his heart became more and more happy.

"You started too late and you were only enlightened at the age of eighteen. It's a bit regretful. You have to improve yourself as soon as possible to reach the level of being able to take charge of the green mountains. Don't let the green mountains leave regrets."

The old man was drinking wine and sighed suddenly, and his eyes flashed with loneliness.

Perhaps, he once made Qingshan regretful, so he didn't want the boy to repeat the same mistake.

Anle smiled, accompanied by the gentle storm, and his words were a bit firm and serious: "There will be no regrets left in the green mountains."

Since he has come to this world and can come into contact with magnificent practice, he naturally does not want to leave regrets in his life.

The short and vanity of life in the past life is like being shackles, with helplessness and ordinaryness flowing everywhere. When I was a child, I was a child, a school, and a home, I was a primary school, junior high school, and high school. I was already an adult in the blink of an eye. I spent all my pen and ink and painted tens of millions of papers and entered the art academy that I had spent all my youth, but I went through time.

Anle felt that there were many regrets in his age, including the regrets of burning everything he had made for his mechanical struggle, and also the regrets of saying goodbye to that era.

In this world, there are colorful and colorful steps. I embark on my practice to experience the beauty of the world. I wear a sword and the green mountains. I don’t want to waste my whole life. The taste of regret is too bitter and I don’t want to taste it again.

Drink a glass of old rice wine and drink it with the elderly.

The clouds in the sky disperse, the bright moon as bright as a goddess ascends to the sky, and the gentle as water.

The moon shines on the branches of the old locust tree and the newly grown tender leaves nourished by the spring rain, leaving mottled leaves shadows.

Drink all the old yellow wine in the glass in one sip, and the bright moon was optimistic and chuckled: "I heard that there is a sequence of thoughts, and then come, and then come first, and then come first, so please don't worry, senior."

When the old man heard that the young man was full of a rainbow of his mind, the appreciation in his eyes became more and more intense. He stroked his beard and laughed, and he would be white.

Then, I stopped talking about my practice, took out my paintings, met the boys, drank wine, and discussed paintings.

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...

In the spring of three months, the sun is yin for ninety consecutive days.

The rain in spring always comes without any reason. It just stopped before the warmth of the moment. After only half a day, there was a trace of woven smoke and fog, sprinkling the rainwater from the east wind and green fields, like cow hair and pearl curtains, covering the world.

The spring in Lin'an Prefecture is even more beautiful under the nourishment of spring rain. The green leaves and tender flowers all over the streets are all born. Hiking on the West Lake, strolling on the long dike, and taking a nap in the pavilion, you can see the color of life.

After taking leave from Mrs. Hua, the wife gave Anle a three-day holiday, allowing him to practice well at home, nourish his mind, and prepare for the opening of the Sixth Mountain.

Anle refused, but Mrs. Hua said that the young men should also prepare to open the sixth mountain, so the painting matter stopped temporarily.

Since this is the case, there is naturally no reason to refuse peace and happiness.

I got up early in the morning, bathed in the spring rain, and practiced the five animals in the spring rain with white clothes. My muscles and bones were roaring together, and the qi and blood were boiling. When I pushed to the fullness, I began to gather and spread into my bones.

Anle knew that he was only one step away from the second level of body-building spiritual bones, and perhaps only needed one opportunity to step in.

The demonic energy continues to spread from the demon-tempering treasure jade. When practicing the Five Animals, the demonic energy is sucking along the membrane to simmer the body, making Anle's body stronger and stronger.

With the influence of the demonic aura, the peaceful appearance became more elegant and more charming, adding a little bit of charm and eye-catching.

Visualize the sword waterfall, refine the five animals, and practice the sword collapse power...

Anle has his own plan for cultivation. Of course, reading is very important. In his spare time, he will squeeze out time to read books, books related to the imperial examination, works by great scholars in the literary school, and even some masterpieces of famous literati in this world.

Reading a book hundreds of times will make one's own meaning, but happiness or belief in the principle that reading changes destiny.

Although he has practiced, practice does not mean giving up reading. Even a strong man like Mrs. Hua would hold a great scholar's books and drink tea and enjoy reading in the water pavilion of the sky. What qualifications does he have to not read without reading?

Moreover, the Spring Festival is about to come, so you cannot relax your studies just because of your practice.

Walking to the West Lake as always, I will see the cold and gorgeous Fairy Yunrou, who has fallen into the world.

From the passing of time, I learned that Fairy Yunrou has a strong cultivation level, but she is willing to be a flower courtesan among flower boats. Although the flower girl has a high reputation, she is a lowly career after all, and is not very consistent with the identity of Fairy Yunrou practitioners.

Even in Linhua Pavilion, the first brothel in Lin'an, there are also women who practice in the world, but they are just a gimmick. It is rare for a genius like Fairy Yunrou to be a genius.

Unfortunately, I was wandering for a while in West Lake, stepping on the spring rain, and I had never waited for Fairy Yunrou. This was the third day before I saw Yunrou.

Leaving West Lake, back to Taimiao Lane, Qingbo Street.

Anle set up a table, prepared tea cups on the table, and boiled water by the charcoal stove.

I made a pot of hot tea, sat quietly at the door, facing the old locust tree in the yard, and began to visualize the "Sword Waterfall Picture", and the mind that breathed into the fetal breath began to gather in a slight way.

[Talents of Eternality] The blessing of Tao Fruit makes the practice of Anlei quite fast.

The only shame is that you can't absorb the energy of time without going to work in the Lin Mansion.

If you go to the street to try your luck, you may not encounter a practitioner. The old man from Taimiao is now unable to extricate his happiness.

However, Anle is not too regretful. When the sixth mountain opens, there will definitely be a large number of practitioners gathering, and you will be able to absorb enough at that time.

The rain comes and it is sparse and sparse, even if it cannot be too much, it will not be lost.

Watch the spring rain in front of the door.

Drink tea, visualize, and be quiet.

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...

Three days passed in a flash.

The spring rain stopped and came again, just like in order to welcome the opening of the sixth mountain of the holy mountain today, the rain fell more and more positively.

Anle got up early, the sky was hazy, and the fine spring rain was drizzling in the dark light, like silver threads in the sky.

After changing into dry and clean white clothes, he used demonic energy to temper his body for three days. His cultivation level was only one step away from casting spiritual bones, and he could make breakthroughs at any time.

Therefore, Anle's temperament became more and more upright, and his spirit was as strong as jade.

He was wearing a green mountain on his waist, wearing a demon-tempering jade, stretching out an oil-paper umbrella, locking the yard door, and walking on the thin stream between the bluestones in Taimiao Lane, heading to the outside.

The alley is quite quiet. In the high walls on both sides, some peach blossom branches poked out of their heads. The pink peach blossoms were cut into two halves by the spring rain, fell on the bluestone, stepped on by Anle, stuck to the soles of feet, and grinded out a little pink.

Today is the sixth day of opening up, and the atmosphere in Lin'an Prefecture seems to be different.

The fetal breathing and the mind entangled around the body, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to flow faster as the practitioners surging their mood.

Just as the Wenyuan is the holy place in the hearts of the Confucian scholars in the world, and the Martial Temple is the holy place in the hearts of the martial artists in the world, the Holy Mountain is the transcendent force of the Great Zhao and even the entire Middle Earth, and is the holy place in the minds of countless practitioners.

To enter the sixth mountain, even if you just become a mountain guard, it is a leap on the level.

Therefore, when the mountain opening order resounded throughout Lin'an Prefecture, practitioners from all over Lin'an Prefecture and even in Dazhao, all came to see the wind, either to try out the thoughts that many people think are unattainable, or to join in the fun.

Anle held the oil-paper umbrella and walked to the entrance of the alley, suddenly thought of a serious question.

The Sixth Mountain of Holy Mountain is famous, but... he doesn't know where to go.

Looking at Qingbo Street, which was baptized by the spring rain, Anle scratched her head and turned her head to look at the octagonal spire-topped, double-eaved two-story pavilion-style building that exudes a majestic and majestic atmosphere in the distance.

In the Taimiao, the incense is still there, hazy with the morning light and spring scenery.

The old man from Taimiao said that he would take him to the Sixth Mountain today, but there was no movement at this moment.

When he arrived in front of the Taimiao, he did not step into the temple attic. He clasped his fists and bowed several meters away.

"My friend An, don't be anxious. I'll sleep in spring and don't wake up. I'll make up for it. I won't go with you today. Someone will come to take you there."

In the temple, the old man's lazy chuckled out.

Anle was stunned.

In the spring breeze and rain, the sound of the wheels slamming and bluestone splashing and splattering.

At some point, a luxurious carriage and a corner slowly drove from the end of Qingbo Street.

Anle stood by the streets and alleys with an umbrella, and the luxurious carriage came straight and slowly stopped beside him.

At the window of the carriage, a plain white palm was handed out from behind the curtain, gently lifting the curtain, revealing the exquisite and beautiful face of Mrs. Hua who had not seen for a few days.

Mrs. Hua first nodded slightly towards Taimiao, then her eyes fell on Anle's body and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

"I will take you there to the Sixth Mountain."

"Mr. An, get in the car."


Chapter completed!