Chapter 92: Don’t worry if you don’t have friends in the future, you will have to live in a golden age [please vote]

The parrot is holding a silver cup in its cup on the moon, and the fairy is misty and wants to play the sheng.

The atmosphere in Lin'an Mansion tonight is a little different from the past. Countless souls are hanging in the air, looking into the distance, looking at the largest fireworks place in the city.

But what everyone is paying attention to is not a stunning courtesan, but a hearty and extremely satisfying little holy ranking battle.

An Le, who has just been promoted to sixteenth on the Little Saint Ranking, challenges Ximen Qiuhua, who is fifteenth on the Little Saint Ranking.

This battle, whether it was those with advanced cultivation, the best of their generation, or even those with low cultivation but good intentions, all watched this battle with excitement, rising and falling due to the ups and downs of the battle.

Ximen Qiuhua has a good reputation in Lin'an. Although it is in a land where fireworks and willows are everywhere, it is like a white lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, and touches the clear ripples without being evil.

Maintain the elegance and grace unique to scholars.

He is good at music and tea art. Many high-ranking officials and dignitaries come to him, but they can still calm down, drink tea and listen to music.

It can be said that he is a very special existence in Linhua Pavilion.

Although he came from a humble background and had a troubled life, Ximen Qiuhua developed a tenacity unique to scholars, which is difficult to match among the Confucian scholars on the literary and music lists of the Chinese Academy of Arts today.

Compared with those Confucian scholars who are famous for their literature and music, Ximen Qiuhua, who lives in a romantic place but is not stained by the dust, seems more real and more like a Confucian scholar.

The cool night breeze blew, stirring up the two people who were stepping on the messy broken tiles on the roof.

Qingshan and Mochi fell into his waist, a hearty victory, Anle's demeanor became unusual, as if there was an invisible white python entrenched behind him, opening its fangs and roaring towards the whole Lin'an.

That was the invincible power that had just been condensed.

Defeating Ximen Qiuhua is the beginning of the gathering of invincible power.

Ximen Qiuhua is not weak. Compared to Anle, he is a surprising opponent. He is much stronger than Wang Qinhe.

The mind is in harmony with the sound of the piano, and every wave of sound has the power to kill.

It is completely unlike the murderous temperament of a luther player who makes tea and plays the harp in a land of fireworks. A piece of Hujia with eighteen beats is astonishingly powerful and contains extremely majestic spiritual power. In the end, the harp is used as a string and the flute as an arrow.

It was even more like a border fortress. The peerless archer who shot down the barbarians made Anle feel a great threat.

Therefore, he chose to use sword energy and close techniques to break his energy in a surprising way, so that he could seize the opportunity to counterattack.

"I lost."

The silver moon was like a disk, high in the sky. Ximen Qiuhua's fatal injuries were healed by the special energy in the Little Holy Order. Then he opened his eyes and sighed softly, cupping his fists and bowing.

The broken guqin was put away by him, with complex and admiring expressions in his eyes. He felt the majestic aura of Anle, and the invincible power he had gathered for the first time was faintly threatening.

"Congratulations to Mr. An for gathering an invincible force. This road is difficult, but Mr. An is going well."

Ximen Qiuhua said seriously.

Anle put away his sword and bowed with his fists in return: "Young Master Qiu Hua is also extraordinary in strength. This battle was quite enjoyable and I benefited a lot."

Ximen Qiuhua couldn't help but smile: "I have no chance in the Little Holy List. If Mr. An can really gather his invincible power and resume the legendary path of General You'an, then I will be honored as Mr. An's first opponent."

Afterwards, he sat down directly on the roof, looking at the silver moon and stars in the sky, and then at the huge Lin'an Mansion, with a complicated look on his face.

"Master An, after this battle with you, I plan to leave Lin'an."

An Le, also dressed in white, sat beside him: "The examination in front of the palace is about to begin, why are you leaving Lin'an?"

"I don't have much hope in the test in front of the palace. I want to go to the frontier and go to the bank of the rushing Canglang River." Ximen Qiuhua said softly, caressing the broken Jiaowei Guqin, with a little hint of joy in his eyes.

soft.

"My mother told me that I am not a fatherless person. Although when I was a child, many people laughed at me for not having a father. Even when I went to a liberal arts college to study, I was ridiculed for being the son of a dancing girl and a fatherless orphan. But my mother has always told me that I have no father.

I said that my father was a hero who killed the barbarians at the frontier and was a great hero."

Anle couldn't help but be startled when he heard this.

Among the information given by Mrs. Hua, she mentioned Ximen Qiuhua's life experience. She knew that her mother was a dancer at Linhua Pavilion, but she never knew who her father was.

"My mother said that when my father fought on the Canglang River battlefield, he promised that when he returned victorious, he would redeem his mother's body and marry her. However, my mother did not wait to return to my father. She only waited for the news of his death in battle."

Ximen Qiuhua looked at Anle and said seriously: "I have always known that I am not a fatherless person. My father is a hero."

Anle moved slightly: "So, you are going to the Canglang River..."

"To pursue my father's footsteps, although I am in Linhua Pavilion, I have never sunk. My mother worked hard to pull me up, and her teachings are vaguely in my ears... My mother hopes that I can become a hero like my father, so I

Always working hard.”

Ximen Qiuhua smiled softly.

"In today's battle, Mr. An won, and I am convinced that I lost. I can finally let go of everything, follow in my father's footsteps, kill Hu Man, and become a hero like my father."

Hearing this, An Le couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart.

Not only do I admire Ximen Qiuhua, but I also admire his mother. She is in a place as ecstatic as Linhua Pavilion, but she can still maintain her original intention without sinking, and teach a child with sincere pursuits. It is really rare.

Perhaps, the people behind Linhua Pavilion took a fancy to Ximen Qiuhua and were willing to support him and train him because they saw his qualities.

Although the body is in darkness, the heart is facing the sun.

Anle couldn't help but pick up the jug and took a sip of old yellow rice wine. The liquid spread from the roof, and then handed the jug to Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua's eyes were bright, and the wine flask was hung. The wine poured down like a waterfall, poured into Ximen Qiuhua's mouth, flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and wetted his clothes.

"Although it is not spiritual wine, drinking it is very..."

"happy!"

Ximen Qiuhua chuckled.

The two of them were on the roof of Linhua Pavilion, you took a sip, I took a sip, poured liquid from the hanging pot, drank heartily, and talked freely.

Although the two of them had just met for the first time, they didn't know each other before they started fighting, and they actually felt a bit of sympathy for each other.

"My mother often said that scholars need to have a proud backbone. I studied in a liberal arts college and never found it, but I saw it in Mr. An's paintings."

"I have heard for a long time that Mr. An is good at painting ink and bamboo. I wonder if I can ask Mr. An to give me a painting?"

Ximen asks for a flower arrangement.

Anle chuckled and nodded, saying it was okay, and the two of them returned to the house from the roof.

Ximen Qiuhua called Aunt Xuan and asked her to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

With no one around, Anle and Ximen Qiuhua chatted and painted inside the house.

Anle painted black bamboo and orchid. The entanglement between bamboo and orchid seems to symbolize Ximen Qiuhua's quiet character.

After thinking about it, Anle signed another note on the "Orchid and Bamboo Picture": Don't worry, you have no friends in the future, and no one in the world knows you. I will give Ximen Qiu flowers as a gift.

When leaving Linhua Pavilion, Ximen Qiuhua personally sent her off.

Anle looked at the elegant piano player and said seriously: "Please take care of me, Mr. Hua."

Ximen Qiuhua rolled up his sleeves and folded his hands in a bow.

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The battle between Anle and Ximen Qiuhua comes to an end.

However, in Lin'an Mansion, there are many souls hanging in the air, but it is difficult to calm down.

Because, from their perspective, they could naturally see the invincible power that Anle had gathered after defeating Ximen Qiuhua.

Since this boy has gathered invincible power, there is no doubt that he will follow the legendary path of Li Youan!

Fight all the way up, win every battle, gather invincible courage, climb high, see far, and overwhelm your peers!

"It's so arrogant. There are too many people in this world who want to be Lee Yoo-an, but Lee Yoo-an is the same from beginning to end. His legendary path is difficult to repeat!"

Some people sneered and disdained, but too many people wanted to follow Lee Yoo-an's legendary path again, but they all ended up in a miserable end.

The legendary path of gaining invincibility has only two outcomes, either soaring or falling off a high cliff.

But most people fall into a high cliff and never get up again, like Luo Qingchen back then, who was so high-spirited and magnificent, but ended up in jail for more than ten years.

Anle's talent is indeed very good. After setting foot in the Four Realms of Refining Gods in such a short time, he does not need to take such a legendary path with huge risks and unknown future.

If you practice diligently and with this late-blooming talent, you may be able to skyrocket.

But he still chose this difficult path, the path of making enemies of his peers in the entire Lin'an Mansion.

Gathering an invincible force means that he wants to overwhelm his peers. Naturally, he is fighting against his peers in Lin'an.

Geniuses such as Ye Wenxi, Sima Pudu, Qin Hua'an, and Wang Jia Qilin'er will not let Anle take this road easily. No one who is determined will want to lose.

Li Youan was suspended in the air, his eyes narrowed, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips. Next to him was Zhao Huangting, an old man from the Ancestral Temple in plain clothes.

"In this battle, the two little guys performed extremely well. Ximen Qiuhua really exceeded my expectations. He put his passion for music and used it to create his killing moves. Gong Shangjiao Huiyu, the sound of five kills, although he can only

It uses the pronunciation of the word 'jiao', but considering his cultivation level, it's pretty good."

"A Hujia song with eighteen beats, although it lacks a bit of the real momentum of Hundreds of Battles on the Yellow Sand, it still has a bit of its own style. In the end, using the harp as a bow and the flute as an arrow, it is a killing move. If it is really shot,

The outcome is still uncertain.”

Zhao Huangting praised.
To be continued...