Chapter 13: The Young Man Rises and Becomes a Fierce Tiger

"Huang Captou?" An Le looked at Huang Xian, who was wearing a spring rain and rushing towards him, and was slightly stunned.

The other person looked hurried, obviously not specifically here to say hello to him.

"Mr. An, I just went to the inn and didn't find you. The waiter informed me that you were heading towards the West Lake, so I came to look for you."

Huang Captou said with a smile.

After finishing his words, he clasped his fists and said with a smile on his face: "First of all, congratulations to Mr. An, for being selected by the Lin Mansion to paint a souvenir for the young masters of the Lin Mansion who are about to go on an expedition."

"It was just a fluke that Mr. Dehua and the old lady painted the paintings, so he had the opportunity to stay in the Lin Mansion to paint."

"I would also like to thank Huang Captou for bringing me into the Lin Mansion."

Anle held an oil-paper umbrella and bent slightly to say thank you.

"Hey, it's just a little effort. It was Miss Ninth who asked me to look for Mr. An. Huang is just the guide, hahaha."

Huang Captou was thanked by An Le and was in a good mood, smiling.

"I wonder what Huang Captou is looking for?" Anle asked.

"Yes, let's get down to business. I really have something to ask Mr. An. Mr. An's paintings are named after their authenticity. I would like to ask Mr. An to make a painting."

Huang Captou said seriously.

"Painting?"

Anle was confused: "Who are you painting for?"

Huang Captou wiped his face, shaking off some spring rain stains, and said: "Mr. An, to tell you the truth, Huang asked the young man to paint without permission, and was chasing a suspect for a black yamen."

"The suspect doesn't have a specific appearance, but someone dictated some descriptive words, and I would like to ask Mr. An to draw the suspect's appearance using these descriptive words. Mr. An's paintings are famous for their authenticity, and they may be able to restore more of the suspect's appearance."

When Anle heard this, he couldn't help but suddenly realized that it turned out to be a wanted painting.

The difficulty is not that great. The main reason is that even if the drawing is wrong, it will not have much impact because there is no real appearance of the suspect.

But if there is a characteristic description, Anle can be sure to draw a 70-80% portrait, which will make it easier to arrest him.

Anle did not refuse. Huang Captou was kind to him, so he agreed to this request.

"Then when I leave the Lin Mansion today, I will go straight to the Hei Yamen to look for Huang Captou, and then I can paint."

Anle said with a smile.

Huang Captou couldn't help but feel happy when he saw Anle agreeing happily. He just felt that this young man could handle it.

"Huh? Mr. An, did you succeed in opening up the qi and blood?" Huang Captou noticed the hidden qi and blood in An Le's body and couldn't help but said in shock.

Because he remembered that Anle said that he had just started to practice enlightenment, and only one day later, he set foot on the first stage of physical training.

This talent is a bit demonic!

"Yesterday Madam Hua gave me a spiritual practice book, and I used it to enter the first realm."

Anle couldn't help but smile on her face. The happiness of breakthrough will only be happier if someone shares it.

"It seems that Mr. An was just slow to enlighten. He really started to practice. His talent is extremely good. It's a pity that he started late." Huang Captou felt very regretful.

The two chatted for a while, and Anle smoothly took away the last ray of time energy from Huang Captou's body.

Huang Captou, who had received the promise of An Le, was still busy with official business, so he said goodbye and left.

The spring rain is lingering in Lin'an Mansion, among the criss-crossing alleys, among the tall buildings with cornices reflecting the sun, and among the pedestrians wearing raincoats and holding umbrellas.

Anle held an oil-paper umbrella and took steps.

Stepping on the trickle of rainwater, we gradually walked towards the depths of the quiet long street.

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"An Le, a native of Chongzhou. Last autumn, he passed the Chongzhou Provincial Examination and passed the examination in La'an. He is good at poetry and painting. He has never practiced enlightenment and cannot exercise properly. He is not a practitioner."

There is a towering restaurant on the side of the long street, with hexagonal double eaves, carved beams and painted pillars, and luxurious and noble decoration. It is called Zuilong Pavilion.

Lin'an Mansion has three famous towers, namely Wanghu Tower, Linhua Pavilion and Zuilong Pavilion.

Because Zuilong Pavilion is located deep in the long street and adjacent to many noble mansions, the business is quite good, dignitaries come and go, and the wine and food are excellent, so the price is also high.

It is said that Zuilong Pavilion has a palace background, and one can even drink the fine wines available in the palace, Rose Dew and Zui Liuxia.

Liu Qingyan spent a huge amount of money to book a window seat on the third floor of Zuilong Pavilion. On the table were a stack of pork heads, a plate of fried beef, and the palace's fine wine, Zui Liuxia.

In front of Liu Qingyan, there was information about Anle.

"This young man is actually a civil servant? You want me to break the hands of a civil servant? I..."

Liu Qingyan had a dark face and a complicated mood.

I thought that this young man was just like an ordinary painter, with an ordinary identity and nothing unusual, but I never thought that he was actually a young scholar.

"Fortunately, this boy is not a practitioner, so it will be much easier to handle."

"Mr. Luo also promised me that after I finish doing my dirty work, he will arrange for me to leave Lin'an Mansion safely. I... have no choice."

Liu Qingyan sighed, the dispute between nobles and the random waves can make them unable to control themselves.

This is asking him, Liu Qingyan, to take the blame, but can he refuse?

If he refuses, he may die faster than that young man.

He picked up the blue and white cup, squinted his eyes and took a sip of drunken Liuxia. In this sip, five taels of silver were gone.

He picked up two or three pieces of beef and looked out the window while chewing.

From this location, you can just see the Jingjiekou.

If you want to go to Lin Mansion, you must pass through Jingjiekou. The reason why Jingjiekou is named Jingjiekou is because it is located right at the intersection of the alley where dignitaries and dignitaries live and the bustling main road.

Common people and vendors did not dare to enter the quiet streets for fear of disturbing the nobles.

And noble people rarely go to quiet streets on weekdays.

This section of the road is sparsely populated and is the best place to start.

"Mr. An, if I want to blame you, it's you who took the old man's opportunity and disrupted the noble man's plan..."

"What a pity. Such a hand can draw well."

Liu Qingyan shook his head, thinking that An Le's hand that drew fake sketches would be interrupted soon, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy, and he drank two cups of Drunken Liuxia in succession.

As a painter who can monopolize the painting business for the girls and courtesans on the flower boats, Liu Qingyan naturally has many tricks. In addition to his excellent painting skills, another thing is that he colluded with gangs and raised some thug.

Many painters who tried to compete with him for business suffered hardships, either having their hands broken or throwing stones into the lake. No matter how glamorous the city was, there would always be traces of stinky rats walking around. Liu Qingyan himself was one of them. A stinky rat with the identity of a master.

The noble man looked for him and asked him to make a choice, whether to repay the five hundred Yuanling Tongbao or interrupt Anle's painting hands.

For Liu Qingyan, there is not much meaning in choosing.

Of course, it is to return to the old profession and break Anle's hands!

Although he might offend the Lin family, with Young Master Qin protecting him, he would be safe and worry-free.

After chewing the beef thoroughly, Liu Qingyan picked up the wine cup and glanced at the quiet street. In the continuous spring rain, a figure holding an umbrella appeared.

A man in green clothes holding an oil-paper umbrella, like a big flower blooming under the spring rain, came leisurely.

"Entering the Lin Mansion to paint, and going to the Lin Mansion, the young man is so proud of the spring breeze at this moment."

"But soon, it will be so sad."

Liu Qingyan squinted his eyes, a cold feeling flashed across his face, and drank the drunken Liuxia in one gulp.

There was a snap.

The wine cup slammed on the table, and I squinted through the drizzle to watch the drama in the quiet street.

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Anle holds an umbrella, and the spring rain like oil gathers into a trickle, flowing between the gaps in the bluestone.

The surroundings are getting quieter and quieter, pedestrians gradually disappear, and they are isolated from the noise and hustle and bustle. Deep in the quiet street are the mansions of nobles. The nobles like silence, so noisy things cannot come near.

The green clothes were flying, and the sleeves were a little wet from the spring rain.

As Anle walked, he was thinking about how to distribute the three rays of time energy he had just absorbed in front of him.

The Cultivation Genius Dao Fruit blessed three rays, which slightly improved Anle's cultivation talent.

In addition, "Five Birds Strengthening Exercise" and "Sword Waterfall Diagram" can also bless the energy of time, but Anle has not been blessed. As for the Sword Dancer's Dao Fruit, Anle has not been blessed either.

There are too many projects to support and improve.

This made him sigh, it was still too little time.

Entering the Lin Mansion today, you must absorb a lot of time energy.

However, Mrs. Hua's energy cannot be drained away. It would be a waste of opportunity to drain her away for a whole day.

Um? !

An Le, who was immersed in thinking about how to distribute the energy of time, was suddenly startled.

The little mental power gained from entering meditation gave him a warning sign in his heart!

He turned his head sharply.

But in a deserted alley in the quiet street, three big men in short coats covered their mouths and noses with various triangular scarves, looking at him with a sinister smile.

Breaking the hand of a weak painter is all too familiar to this group of habitual criminals raised by Liu Qingyan.

They like to listen to the voices of those self-proclaimed literati howling miserably.

"Are you happy?"

The first one, a big man holding a red triangle scarf, asked.

"If someone buys your hands, if you reach out your hands wisely and let us interrupt, you will save yourself a beating."

As the big man spoke, he rushed out of the alley.

The falling spring rain was shattered by his body, vaguely covering the mist of human-shaped water!

In just a few steps, he rushed to Anle's side.

The huge fist came out, and it was actually the hand gesture of Zhao Zu's long fist from the bad street. Although there was no energy and blood to support it, the blow was effective. He expected to see the frightened and desperate face of the young man under the oil paper umbrella, and the miserable howl that was about to sound. .

However.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, the young man's eyebrows narrowed. He looked at the approaching man with a red scarf covering his mouth and tilted his head.

Five Birds and Tigers Thirteen Styles!

Qi and blood circulate, and Qi is generated by itself!

There seems to be the sound of tigers roaring in the mountains and forests!

The strands of spring rain on the boy's body are fried into gouache!

The big man felt that the frail young man in front of him suddenly turned into a beautiful tiger!

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