Chapter 152: Drinking, Eating Meat, Painting, and Living a Peaceful Life at the Feet of the Emperor

Outside Lin'an City, everything is quiet.

There were obviously so many people including the Jinwu Guards in Golden Armor, the City Guards in Silver Armor, the Tigers from Dali Temple, and the Black Yamen Detectives, but they didn't make a sound.

Deep in the imperial city, the emperor of the Zhao family, who was sitting on the throne, did not issue an order, so naturally they would not and would not dare to take action in the face of An Le, who had obtained the qualification to talk to the Holy Master.

He could only watch helplessly as Anle and his party entered Lin'an Mansion.

"Your Majesty... As expected, you still took a step back."

Qin Lishi stood on the city tower, looking at the very spectacular and strange scene, and couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart. Such a scene is really rare to see. After all, not everyone can pull off the sacred mountain and use it as a tiger skin.

However, the decision of the Emperor of the Zhao family was actually expected by Qin Lishi and even many officials of the Zhao Dynasty.

These officials speculated on the intentions of the Emperor of the Zhao family. Although they could not be said to be roundworms in the Emperor of the Zhao family, they still had a relatively thorough understanding of the emperor's temperament.

It is absolutely impossible for the emperor of the Zhao family to do such a thing as offending the Holy Mountain.

Even if he loses a lot of face, he would not hesitate to do so. After all, when it comes to embarrassment, can there be anything more embarrassing than moving the country south just because he learned that Emperor Yuanmeng had broken the Double Ten Realm?

Qin Lishi sighed, but he was getting more and more headache, how to kill Anle.

Just as the emperor of the Zhao family is afraid of the Holy Mountain, Qin Lishi is also afraid of it. Who in the world is not afraid of the Holy Mountain.

"When the person who talks to the Holy Master appears, the Seventh Mountain will not be far from the Kaishan Mountain..."

"The next Lin'an... I'm afraid it will be even more lively than before."

Qin Lishi murmured.

After the dialogue with the Holy Master, there is the founding of the Seventh Mountain. As the person who talks to the Holy Master, Anle has a crucial relationship with the founding of the Seventh Mountain.

When the Holy Mountain was founded, all forces attached great importance to it.

The Yuan-Meng Empire, Dali Kingdom, Xiliang Kingdom and other countries will naturally not miss this golden opportunity to establish a connection with the Holy Mountain.

On the other side, top Jianghu forces such as Zhenwu Temple, Tianshi Mansion, Three Buddhist Temples, Star Reaching Sect and even Hell Mansion will also not let go of such an opportunity.

Geniuses from all major countries and major rivers and lakes forces will come one after another, creating a whirlpool around Anle, the person who has met the Holy Master.

Yuanmeng's Falcon List, Dali Kingdom's Star List, Xiliang Kingdom's Demon Questioning List, etc. The geniuses of this and the previous generation, as long as the practitioners under the age of fifty will rush there. Come.

Qin Lishi narrowed his eyes, as if he could foresee the challenges that Lin'an Mansion would face next.

The face of the Zhao family emperor may be trampled on a few more times.

After all, if the geniuses from the Yuanmeng Empire, Dali Kingdom and Xiliang Kingdom enter Lin'an Mansion, the Emperor of the Zhao family may still face Anle's treatment like he did today, not daring to say a word.

It wasn't just Qin Lishi who thought of this.

Liu Guanshi, Su Qingke and other high-ranking officials in the Zhao Dynasty all vaguely anticipated what was going to happen next.

This made each of them feel a little depressed.

Since the Zhao Dynasty moved to the south, its bloody spirit... has really been drained away bit by bit.

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After passing through the dark arch, the Jinwu Guards on both sides, Chengjun, Dali Temple Tigers, and Heiya policemen all stared at Anle and his party, not daring to express their anger.

To be honest, under such attention, it was as if the emperor of the Zhao family had really gathered an army of ten thousand people to celebrate and welcome Anle and the old emperor's uncle back to Lin'an.

Zhao Huangting, supported by Anle and Su Muzhe, couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this scene.

He had long known An Le's confidence, but when this scene really happened, he still had mixed feelings in his heart.

I still remember that he went to see the Sixth Mountain Lord in person and took the bamboo and stone diagram made by Anle, so that Anle could become the guardian of the Sixth Mountain Lord.

However, he was still narrow-minded at that time, thinking that Anle becoming the mountain guard of the Sixth Mountain Lord was already a great fate.

Mrs. Hua still had the courage and was more optimistic about Anle, so she went directly to the Sixth Mountain to ask for a small holy order for Anle, who was only in the second realm at that time.

That is such a trust in Anle. Holding the Little Holy Order in the second realm, the pressure is too great, and there is no hope, because the higher up the Little Saint List, the more monsters and geniuses can be ranked on it.

As a result, Anle rose from the bottom of the Little Saint Ranking to the top of the Little Saint Ranking in a short period of time, and became another young genius after Li Youan who talked to the Saint Master.

Although everything that happened like this was just a recent matter, in Zhao Huangting's mind, it seemed like it had happened a long time ago.

Zhao Huangting's eyes revealed a peaceful look. He looked at Anle with soft eyes. He still remembered Anle's promise to him to take him home.

Now, Anle has done it. Not only has he done it, but... it has even given him a feeling of returning to his hometown.

"Anle, thanks."

Zhao Huangting looked at Anle and said softly.

Anle was carrying a yellow pear wood sword box on his back. There were swallows returning to their nests and ink ponds in the box. He was wearing Qingshan and Dingfengbo around his waist. Hearing Zhao Huangting's words, he was stunned for a moment and then smiled.

"Senior, why do I need to thank you so much? If it hadn't been for the gift from Senior to Qingshan, I would still be ignorant of the art of swordsmanship. How could I have had this opportunity?"

Anle chuckled.

Every drink and every peck has its own cause and effect.

Zhao Huangting's eyes flickered and he nodded, but he became more and more generous.

His life was coming to an end, so he went north to fight against the Yuan and Mongolian emperor, which was considered to be the fulfillment of his wish. Then he was able to see and give Qingshan to such a monster as Anle.

He was happy and had no regrets.

"An kid, talking to the Saint Master is a rare opportunity, don't waste it. In addition... after talking to the Saint Master, you have to find an opportunity to break into the sixth realm, because after the conversation with the Saint Master, the Saint Mountain will open the seventh mountain. As the person who is talking to the Saint Master, you will inevitably be targeted by the geniuses of various forces."

"If you don't have the cultivation of the sixth realm, I'm afraid you can't handle it."

"The Star List of Dali and the Questioning Demon List of Xiliang are not a big problem. Although those toppers are in the sixth realm, you may not be unable to fight with your level of evil. On the contrary, the Yuanmeng Falcon List, the Taoist of Zhenwu Temple, the Little Heavenly Master of Tianshi Mansion, the Walking of Lan Ke Temple, the Buddhist of Lianhua Temple, the Young Guanyin of Ganye Temple, etc.... Their cultivation should have reached the seventh realm, which is a big challenge for you."

Zhao Huangting said softly.

He wanted to give Anle one last reminder.

Anle's face became more serious after hearing this.

Zhao Huangting has also been popularizing the news of the Yuanmeng Falcon List with him these days. It is the ranking of the younger generation of the Yuanmeng Empire.

The Yuanmeng Emperor sacrificed the power of the dragon veins, and these powers fed back to the Yuanmeng Empire, making the younger generation of the Yuanmeng Empire talented and giving birth to many evildoers.

The geniuses at the top of the Falcon List are all very important.

And Daozi, Little Tianshi, Lan Ke Xingzou, Fozi, Shao Guanyin and the like are all the most talented geniuses cultivated by the top forces in the world, and they are all outstanding.

It is normal for them to step into the seventh realm at such a young age.

After all, these geniuses are the result of the efforts of major forces, and their goal is even to impact the tenth realm.

If they really compete for the position of the master of the seventh mountain of the Holy Mountain, it will be a lot of pressure for Anle, who is only in the fifth realm now.

Those people are different from the second prince Zhao Pei, who lacks combat experience and has only cultivation, so they are not to be feared.

Most of them are like Zhao Huangting when he was young, walking around the mountains and rivers of the world to train themselves, and they have experienced many battles and faced many dangers.

"It's good to have challenges. I want to break through the sixth realm, and I need some pressure. I hope they can give me enough pressure."

Anle said with a smile.

Today, Anle has a huge lake of innate spiritual energy condensed in his dantian, which is larger than the innate lake opened up by the second prince Zhao Pei after breaking through to the sixth realm. Therefore, he is not far from the sixth realm of Guanqi Sea.

However, it is precisely because the lake formed by the innate spiritual energy is too large that it will become more and more difficult to break through. Although there is only an opportunity and chance away from the sixth realm, it is not so easy to really break in.

From the fifth realm to the sixth realm, it is a leap from the lower five realms to the upper five realms, which is not trivial.

As for the practice of refining the spirit, Anle's Zuowang Xiaguang has not yet reached its peak. In addition, because of the condensation of the heart sword, Anle's every refining of the spirit to break through the realm will not be easy.

Because the heart sword needs to be refined to the next realm.

Perhaps, these geniuses on the Yuanmeng Falcon List, such as Daozi, Xiaotianshi, and Buddhist disciples, can give him enough pressure to break through the great barrier of the Six Realms.

The Second Realm to the Third Realm is a small barrier.

The Fifth Realm to the Sixth Realm, and the Eighth Realm to the Ninth Realm are called great barriers.

And the Ninth Realm to the Tenth Realm can be called a natural moat.

As for the Tenth Realm to the Eleventh Realm... that is already an unimaginable leap, not to mention now. Since ancient times, there have been very few people who have stepped into the Eleventh Realm.

Ten thousand years ago, in the era of a hundred schools of thought, there were many Eleventh Realms, such as the founders of each family, and the peerless emperor ten thousand years ago, who were also recorded in the classics as the existence of truly stepping into the Eleventh Realm.

But now, with the passage of time, even the birth of the Tenth Realm has become very difficult, let alone the Eleventh Realm.

"Don't underestimate those people who have the opportunity. There are so many people in the younger generation who can stand in such a position. There is no fuel-saving lamp."

Zhao Huangting said.

Anle nodded, and the two stopped talking and continued walking on the familiar bluestone road.

On both sides, people were piled up layer by layer, all of them were the people in Lin'an Prefecture, and there were also literati and poets who came to watch the excitement.

Of course, there were also many practitioners in the world, staring with their eyes wide open, amazed, and smacked their lips, whispering to each other as they looked at Anle who came in from outside Lin'an Prefecture.

The world-famous An Dajia, of course, is well-known to the world, and of course, they are also aware of the conflict between An Dajia and the Emperor of the Zhao Family.

When they heard that An Dajia was going back to Lin'an Prefecture, many people thought that this was a fight to the death. An Dajia had offended the Emperor of the Zhao Family, so how could the Emperor let him enter the city freely?

The previous huge momentum, the movement of the Golden Armor and Silver Armor Temple Tiger Constables together, was enough to show the anger of the Emperor of the Zhao Family.

As a result, after a while, I felt a burst of terrifying auras from outside the city, and then the world-famous An family came into Lin'an so swaggeringly.

For a moment, the people, practitioners, and literati who were watching the excitement were all shocked.

The long street was left with only silence.

Anle didn't pay much attention to these people. He walked along the familiar Imperial Street with Zhao Huangting, walked through the bluestone road, and arrived at Qingbo Street.

The people following him gradually decreased, and those troops and the tiger constables of the Dali Temple all dispersed.

Even the emperor of the Zhao family didn't dare to say anything, so there was no need for those who ate public food to have a sense of justice and draw their swords for the emperor.

Therefore, Anle and Zhao Huangting were immediately happy to have some peace and quiet.

The Imperial Ancestral Temple stood at the entrance of Qingbo Street.

Zhao Huangting left the Imperial Ancestral Temple, but the emperor of the Zhao family did not forget this place. He still sent people to clean it every day and burn incense to keep the incense burning and avoid ruin.

Zhao Huangting looked at the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and a wave of fluctuations emerged in his eyes. In fact, they had not been away from the Imperial Ancestral Temple for a long time.

However, for Zhao Huangting, returning here again, he felt like a lifetime away.

Su Muzhe supported him, walked to the door, pushed open the door, and entered.

Zhao Huangting sat on the rocking chair, which creaked and rocked, as if singing a song of time.

Anle stood outside the door and looked for a while, then smiled.

After bowing and saying goodbye, he walked towards the Taimiao Lane. The lane was not very spacious, and the black eaves on both sides protruded slightly. When it rained, the rain would fall down along the eaves, like a curtain of water interweaving into a curtain.

Wan Jie Liu did not follow him, and went to Lin'an to enjoy himself. It was a rare visit to Lin'an, so Wan Jie Liu would naturally not treat him badly.

Li Qingchuan could not leave, as Anle's Taoist slave, he was Anle's slave, and he had to follow his master.

Moreover, Li Qingchuan had already accepted his fate, and even felt that following a genius who could talk to the Saint Master, as a Taoist slave, it didn't seem too bad. If Anle became the master of the mountain in the future, he would have to consider adding time and continue to follow Anle.

So, Li Qingchuan, dressed in a neat Taoist robe, quietly followed Anle.

Anle ignored him, pushed the tightly closed door of the small courtyard, and stepped into the not-so-spacious courtyard.

The old locust tree still stood in the courtyard, with lush branches and leaves. With the breeze, the locust leaves rubbed against each other, making a sound like flowing water.

The two sword holes on the trunk were filled with sword energy, lingering endlessly.

Perhaps sensing Anle's return, the old locust tree seemed to shake slightly.

Anle glanced at the old locust tree and smiled gently. In order to respond to the old locust tree's welcome, his mind moved.

The swords in the box broke through the air one after another.

Qingshan Mochi Yan Guichao... three swords, in the shape of a finished product, were stabbed into the trunk of the old locust tree.

Qingshan and Mochi still returned to the familiar sword hole.

But Yan Guichao, this first-grade extreme sword, was filled with extremely abundant sword energy, and directly opened a palm-length vertical hole in the old locust tree.

In fact, Yan Guichao was a wide sword, and the sword hole really couldn't fit it.

The three swords stuck in the tree caused the leaves of the old locust tree to shake more violently.

Anle smiled and was in a good mood.

After returning to the house, he changed into a clean white shirt, and then sat in the yard, under the old locust tree, closed his eyes and rested, enjoying the rare quietness.

However, in Lin'an Mansion, there were still waves of mental fluctuations sweeping in.

Now without Zhao Huangting's cover, these mental peepings are naturally endless.

It's different from before. Anle's identity in Lin'an Mansion is too special now. It's impossible to avoid being peeped.

Of course, Anle didn't care. He rested for a while calmly, and his mind seemed to be immersed.

After going out for a long time, there will be a period of mental fatigue and laziness after returning home.

To be honest, this feeling is quite wonderful.

After sitting on the chair for a while, Anle got up and didn't stay in the yard for a long time. Li Qingchuan wanted to follow, but was rejected by Anle.

"You stay in the yard and water those flowers and potted plants."

Anle said.

Li Qingchuan nodded helplessly after hearing this. He was a cultivator of the ninth realm, but he became a Taoist slave and was actually arranged to water the plants...

Anle put the sword box in the yard, and when he left the yard, he only wore a Qingshan sword. He walked out of Taimiao Lane, stepped onto Qingbo Street, walked for a while, and went straight to Yanchunli.

There are many restaurants in Yanchunli, and the flags of the restaurants are fluttering in the breeze of late spring.

Anle entered the tavern he had not seen for a long time, and the proprietress was bored and calculating on the counter.

When Anle entered the tavern, the proprietress glanced at him and suddenly widened her eyes: "Oh, Mr. An! Mr. An!"

The proprietress was very surprised. Who in Lin'an doesn't know Mr. An?

Anle smiled: "Madam, give me two jars of Lao Huang wine."

I won't count by the pot, but by the unopened jar. Anle plans to have a good drink with Zhao Huangting.

"Okay! Mr. An, please wait a moment."

The proprietress still had her charm, shaking her body and going to prepare.

After a while, she came out with two jars of wine sealed with mud.

"Mr. An, take it and drink it, as long as you want, it's a welcome for you."

The proprietress also knew Anle's deeds, and she was immediately full of heroic spirit.

Anle heard the words, but he did not refuse the proprietress's kindness. He clasped his fists and bowed. After thanking her, with the help of the proprietress, he hung up the straw basket and packed the two jars of wine separately.

Anle carried the two jars of wine and strode out of the tavern.

The proprietress sent him all the way to the door, still looking forward to it.

In the tavern, there were drunken drinkers who knew Anle and immediately asked the proprietress about him.

"Boss, where did this young man come from that makes you so happy?"

"He even let him drink for free?"

As soon as the customer finished speaking, the proprietress put her hands on her hips and glared at him: "Watch your mouth, that was given to Mr. An by me personally, free? I was rushing to let him drink for free!"

"This is the An family, the leader of both civil and military disciplines. The An family was chased all the way out of the city by the Jinwu Guards' silver-armored guards in the imperial city of Lin'an Prefecture!"

The drinker was immediately dumbfounded.

"Then you will give him wine as well? Aren't you afraid of being targeted by the government?"

The landlady immediately became displeased: "Why don't the officers and soldiers kill the barbarian Yuanmeng if they are so capable? I'm open for business, and I give wine to whomever I like. It's not like I've committed any murder, and the government can't control it?"

"Furthermore, the fact that the An family can return to Lin'an safe and sound, and can come to buy wine from me, shows that the government has nothing to do with the An family. I don't understand this, so why don't you just drink a few more bowls of wine to get yourself drunk?" I’m looking for an excuse to cover up my stupidity!”

The drinkers around him burst into laughter. The drinker who was scolded by the landlady was not annoyed at all. He scratched his head and ordered more wine freely.

The landlady shook her head proudly and continued to lie back on the counter, fiddling with the abacus.

Anle never paid attention to what happened in the tavern.

After leaving the tavern, I turned around and went to Dingya Alley. At the beef shop in Dingya Alley, I cut two kilograms of beef. After paying, I walked leisurely and comfortably towards Taimiao Alley.

Although many souls were paying attention to his whereabouts, it was obvious that Anle only went to get wine and buy meat, so he didn't cause much trouble.

Anle didn't bother to pay attention and returned to Taimiao Lane.

He called out to Zhao Huangting, who was sitting in the rocking chair at the door and basking in the warm sun with Su Muzhe.

"Senior, come and drink and eat meat."

An Le showed off the two jars of old rice wine he was carrying.

Zhao Huangting's eyes suddenly lit up. He pulled Su Muzhe up and followed Anle back to the yard.

In the courtyard, Li Qingchuan put his hands behind his back, stretched his neck and stared at the old locust tree with three holes pierced by the sword, and marveled.

"This old locust tree... has been imbued with extraordinary sword energy such as Master Qingshan, Mochi, and Yan Guichao. Now I am afraid it will become a spirit."

As soon as Anle returned to the yard, he inserted the green mountain around his waist into the hole of the old locust tree.

Taking out the small table and placing warm wine and cut meat on it, Su Muzhe sat next to Zhao Huangting and faced Anle, and the three of them began to drink and eat meat.

Li Qingchuan knew that he was not qualified to get up close, and he was not interested in the mundane rice wine and beef. He continued to stare at the old locust tree, and from time to time he raised his hand to flick the sword firmly inserted in it.

The branches and leaves of the old locust tree were filled with sword energy.

Zhao Huangting drank the old rice wine comfortably, his face full of enjoyment.

After going north to fight Emperor Yuanmeng, he could still return to the small courtyard, drink wine and eat meat. It was really a pleasant feeling that moved him.

During this period, Anle asked Li Qingchuan, who was idle and teasing the old locust tree, to polish his ink and lay out the rice paper.

Li Qingchuan now knew his current status and worked very diligently.

After drinking and eating, everyone went into the house, and Anle picked up his brush and prepared to paint.

This trip to the Northland and the life-and-death pursuit on the Canglang River had brought many changes to Anle's state of mind.

The most important thing is that he even met the peerless emperor from ten thousand years ago, and he had a unique imperial aura in him.

Open your eyes and start painting peacefully.

The painting is still ink bamboo, but today's ink bamboo is very different from Anle's original ink bamboo, and it contains the spirit of Anle.

The bamboos on the paper are not only arrogant, but also domineering, as if a sharp sword is unsheathed, trying to cut off the east, west, south, and north that are blowing away in the form of suffering!

Zhao Huangting stroked his beard in admiration and couldn't put it down admiring the bamboo painting made by Anle.

We are in Lin'an, at the feet of the Emperor.

Drinking wine, eating meat, painting... the years are quiet and peaceful.

There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is plenty of space in the empty room.

No more fighting, no more disputes, making Anle feel quite peaceful and enjoy it very much.

Before you know it, the stars and the moon are hanging high.

In the house, Su Muzhe accompanied Zhao Huangting to watch the paintings under the lamp.

Anle is sitting cross-legged under the old locust tree, wearing white clothes and looking up at the stars.

The leisurely years are the most addictive.

Today's Anle is not qualified to be so addicted.

He had to quickly advance his cultivation to the Sixth Realm, not only because after reaching the Sixth Realm, he could continue to climb the stone path in the green mountains and condense the golden elixir of sword intent.

It's because, after breaking through the Sixth Realm, I have enough confidence to face the upcoming battle on the Seventh Mountain.

His mind moved.

Entwined with the [War Puppet] Dao Fruit.

I have never had time to study the Tao Fruit. Today I can finally see the Tao Fruit that was transformed from the time energy extracted from Emperor Yuanmeng's body. There is something magical about it.

Of course, what Anle is looking forward to more is the battle with the young Emperor Yuan Meng.

That kind of collision with a truly top talent made him extremely emotional.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed.

The next moment, Anle felt his mind being pulled.

Slowly opening his eyes, he found himself in the green grassland.

The sky is blue and the wilderness is vast.

The wind blows the grass and sees Emperor Yuan.

In the distance, the young Emperor Yuanmeng stood among the green grass, locking An Le tightly, nodding an arrow and bending the bow, and the bow was drawn to the full moon.

An Le just stabilized his body and his mind spread.

An arrow carries the majestic innate spiritual energy and mental power...

It had already penetrated his body.

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