Chapter 91: The young man is determined to kill Hu Jia and fight against a Lin'an [please vote]

The wine dances in front of the flowers, and the shadow of the golden hairpin falls in the silver lamp.

Charming and heart-wrenching, the warblers and swallows are dancing peacefully in the flower pavilion.

An Le was carrying old yellow rice wine, wearing a white coat with wide sleeves filled with the spring breeze, her hair disheveled, looking at the Linhua Pavilion under the stars at night, with the lanterns just coming on.

Anle had certainly heard of this most famous place of fireworks and willows in Lin'an Prefecture, but had never set foot there.

The flower boats on the West Lake are also a place for fireworks, but compared with Linhua Pavilion, they pale in comparison. Whether it is extravagant or luxurious, they are far apart.

If it weren't for Fairy Yunrou on the West Lake flower boat, it wouldn't be able to attract so many literati.

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

This huge Linhua Pavilion seems to be the epitome of the dream-like prosperity after the Zhao Dynasty moved to the south, eroding the bones and ecstasy, and grinding away people's ambitions.

The fifteenth one on the Little Saint List, named Ximen Qiuhua, is a rather unusual genius on the Little Saint List. He has both the fourth realm and the fourth realm of divine refining and physical exercise. He is only twenty-two years old now.

Unlike geniuses such as Wang Qinhe, Ye Wenxi, and Sima Pudu, Ximen Qiuhua did not have a noble background. In fact, his status was somewhat lowly, as he was born to a dancing girl in Linhua Pavilion.

He grew up in Linhua Pavilion, and later showed his talent and was noticed by the people behind Linhua Pavilion. In addition to his lowly status, he was qualified to study and participate in the imperial examination.

But Ximen Qiuhua went to the liberal arts college to study, but only a few times, and then never went there again, because even though his status was removed, he still didn't fit in with the students of the liberal arts college.

The Confucian scholars of the Academy of Arts who frequently visited Linhua Pavilion all knew Ximen Qiuhua's identity, and they ridiculed him and felt ashamed to study with Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua finally returned to Linhua Pavilion and studied hard. Because he had been nurtured in Linhua Pavilion since he was a child, he had developed good piano skills, made good tea, and was even better at playing the flute.

Even in the Linhua Pavilion, his rank is higher than that of many oirans, because people from all over the world come to Ximen for flowers, not because of his beauty, nor because of his hobbies, but to admire his piano skills, tea skills and flute music alone.

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Of course, no one dares to mess around, because the person behind Ximen Qiuhua is the person behind Linhua Pavilion, and the rumored status and power are both unimaginable.

Anle smiled and recalled the information in the letter given by Mrs. Hua.

The image of Ximen Qiuhua gradually formed in his mind.

Dusting off his white clothes, Anle walked towards Linhua Pavilion.

A crescent moon shoots into the room, and the spring breeze blows into the curtain.

In front of Linhua Pavilion, many literati and practitioners paid attention to the handsome young man who was walking slowly with a pot of old rice wine and two swords on his waist.

The name of the An family is definitely extraordinary in Lin'an today. Reciting three thousand poems in front of the Qin Prime Minister's Palace and extraditing Haoran have already become unforgettable scenes for countless people.

Therefore, as soon as Anle appeared, many practitioners in front of Linhua Pavilion stopped, especially some Confucian scholars from the Academy of Literature and Music. Their drunkenness was suddenly blown by the rain and wind, and they stared at the young man.

"Safe to everyone."

Many practitioners greeted Anle with eager eyes, but also looked at the young man secretly. Is Sichen, a talented An family member, also coming to the flower pavilion to have fun?

However, it is rumored that everyone in An An does not go to the West Lake to watch the flower boats and does not come to the flower pavilion. Is this... a change of taste?

Unlike the Confucian scholars in the liberal arts academy, many literati did not have many conflicts with Anle, and greeted Anle with admiration and closeness.

Anle smiled and bowed, returned the greetings one by one, and then stepped into the Linhua Pavilion where Yingying Yanyan lived.

A fragrant breeze blew by, and several graceful figures approached quickly. Before they approached, they slowed down and bowed.

"The slave family has met the An family."

The words spoken in unison were soft and charming, making An Le feel a little more serious.

The graceful figures stepped aside one after another, and a graceful woman who was old but still retained the beauty of her youth walked slowly over, looked at An Le, and bowed to salute.

"I have heard about Mr. An for a long time, and today I saw Mr. An come to my Linhua Pavilion. The Linhua Pavilion is really shining brightly. Look at the sisters, their eyes are almost watering."

The woman held a round fan with chrysanthemums painted on it. Although her words were exaggerated, her posture was elegant and she had the grace of a lady.

"Everyone An, please go upstairs. The slave family has prepared the best wing for everyone. The sisters also let An An's choice. I heard that An's painting skills are of their own. We in Linhua Pavilion also have sisters who are good at painting. I hope

An, can you guys give me some advice?"

The woman smiled like a peach blossom and said softly.

An Le smiled and looked at the woman in front of him. He didn't think that the woman was ordinary, but she had the aura of time lingering around her, and she probably had three realms of cultivation.

He cupped his fists and bowed, An Le said: "This sister, I came to Hua Pavilion to find someone. Please tell me, An Le, the sixteenth on the Little Saint List, is here to challenge me."

The smile on the woman's face suddenly froze.

The surrounding literati and many practitioners who were watching all calmed down after listening to An Le's words.

Challenge in the name of Little Saint Ranking?

Who to challenge?

Naturally, it was Ximen Qiuhua, a genius from the Little Saint List in Linhua Pavilion.

"This...here, everyone An. In a beautiful place like Linhua Pavilion with fireworks, fighting is really boring. Why don't we invite our girl Tianxiang from Linhua Pavilion to chat with everyone? Miss Tianxiang likes everyone's ink bamboo.

Now, I’ll copy it every day.”

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

However, Anle still smiled, raised his head, and looked past the hanging red lanterns one by one, landing on the high-rise railing of the pavilion.

There, there was a man in plain clothes standing upright, looking down at An Le.

"Aunt Xuan, please come up, everyone."

The man spoke, and his voice floated over.

Aunt Xuan still had a smile on her face, sighed softly, turned to An Le and said, "Mr. An, please."

There was also less enthusiasm in his words.

Anle followed the woman named Aunt Xuan all the way up the stairs. Linhua Pavilion suddenly felt a little quiet, and many eyes followed the movements of Anle and Aunt Xuan.

At this moment, many people's minds have already stirred up a storm. The Little Saint Ranking changed today, and Anle jumped two places from eighteenth place to sixteenth place.

Originally, everyone was still shocked by An Le's breakthrough, but they never thought that as soon as night fell, An Le would challenge Ximen Qiuhua, who was ranked fifteenth!

Ximen Qiuhua, exercising the body and refining the spirit are all in the fourth realm, and although Anle can refine the spirit to break through the four realms, exercising the body is still only in the third realm!

He is also a genius, does Anle want to fight across the border?

Ximen Qiuhua is different from Wang Qinhe. He actually obtained the Little Holy Order through his own talent. The only reason why he is ranked fifteenth is that his cultivation level is a little weak, and he has just broken into the Fourth Realm.

Ximen's experience of asking for flowers is not a secret in Linhua Pavilion. His piano skills and tea art have long attracted the attention of many powerful people.

However, due to his background, Ximen Qiuhua started his cultivation a little later and fell far behind. Therefore, although he obtained the Little Holy Order based on his own strength, it was difficult for him to have a good ranking in terms of cultivation.

At this point, many people think that Anle and Ximen Qiuhua are somewhat similar.

On the fifth floor of Linhua Pavilion, the door is opened, and a little bit of sandalwood floats out. This floor is quite quiet, and there is no smell of rouge and gouache. It seems like a place to worship Buddha, not like a place for fireworks.

When Anle stepped into the house, Aunt Xuan couldn't help but close the door. In an instant, she was completely isolated from the outside world, and there was no more sound or noise.

In a noisy place like Linhua Pavilion, there is something very special about being quiet and quiet.

An Le, dressed in white, entered the house and saw a handsome man in plain clothes sitting on the tea table.

"Mr. An, please."

When Ximen Qiuhua saw An Le and learned that An Le was here to challenge him, there was not much surprise on his face.

Anle was sitting on a chair, facing him, several feet away.

Ximen Qiuhua took off the boiling hot water on the charcoal stove, picked a few tea leaves and dropped them into the celadon cup. He brewed them with hot water again. The tea leaves spread out in it. Next to the ebony tea table, there was a tea cup.

The strings on the burnt-tailed yellow pear wood guqin emit a shimmering silver light under the light of the small oil lamp beside the table.

A cup of hot tea is enveloped by the power of the mind, drifting towards peace and happiness.

An Le took it. The smooth and warm tea cup contained crystal clear green tea, and the color was extremely attractive. 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 your mouth, fully releasing the taste of the tea itself and the spiritual energy contained in it.

The tea art is pleasing to the eye, and the control of temperature and time is extremely precise.

"Master An, come to challenge me? If I remember correctly, Master An will be promoted to sixteenth place today, right? Shouldn't he consolidate his position before challenging me again?"

Ximen Qiuhua looked at Anle and asked gently.

"I don't have much time left, I have to hurry up."

Anle put down the tea cup and responded softly.

The two of them don't look like rivals who are about to have a life-or-death confrontation with each other, but more like old friends who have been chatting over tea for many years.

"Not much time..." Ximen Qiuhua seemed confused and played with the tea set on the tea table. Then he thought of something and suddenly raised his head, staring at Anle.

"Could it be that... Mr. An wants to challenge all the way up and replicate General An's legendary performance?"

Ximen Qiuhua said in surprise.

Anle didn't answer him, he raised his hand, and as his mind filled with emotion, the ink pool came out.

The slightly trembling ink pool emitted the sound of sword chants, and in an instant, there was dense sword energy intertwining in the room.

"My cultivation level is weak, but my natural talent is good. Fighting is an excellent nourishment for me to improve. I feed myself with fighting. Maybe I can show some edge during the trial in front of the palace, so that those who
To be continued...