Chapter 27: The Old Man in the Taimiao Pavilion Shows Off His Paintings, and Madam Hua Surprises the Young Man on the Couch
The bright moon casts cold shadows, and the low whiskers turn back to the corridor.
The evening breeze blew away the dusk clouds, and the moonlight poured down from the window, covering Luo Qingchen who was standing in front of the window.
The coachman was a tall man and answered respectfully with his fists clasped.
"Everything is as usual, young man. He just moved out of the inn today and moved to a residence in Taimiao Lane. He goes to Lin Mansion to paint and work as usual every day."
The driver thought of something and said, "By the way, this young man also made three wanted pictures for Heiya to help catch criminals."
Luo Qingchen, who was leaning on the window sill, couldn't help but shake his head when he heard the coachman's words.
"This young man is really not affected in the slightest, and his life is so comfortable... I am so heartbroken because of him, why does he live so comfortably?"
"It's hard to calm down."
It was hard to calm down, and there seemed to be a fire burning in my heart.
The dusty Taoist heart made him need to vent his emotions.
Luo Qingchen walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky covered by dusk clouds in the dark night, and said slowly: "Lao Luo, did you just say that he painted for the Hei Yamen to help arrest criminals?"
The coachman clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Yes, the painting is realistic. It is difficult for the criminal to hide and he is in danger of escaping."
"Hua Jie Bing protects him. If I really attack the boy again, Hua Jie Bing will definitely dare to kill me."
"Hua Jiebing seems to be the protector of this young man..."
"The majestic Jade Guanyin condescended to protect the Tao of a young man who only completed his spiritual enlightenment at the age of eighteen, opened up his energy and blood, and was worthy of entering samadhi..."
"I think I really admire this young man."
Luo Qingchen raised his hand as if to pick up the moonlight shining on the window sill, but there was not much emotion in his eyes.
"Hei Yamen are chasing practitioners in the martial arts world, and they are all extremely vicious. This young man painted for Hei Yamen, so it is reasonable for the criminals to kill the young man because of this, right?"
Inside the house, the coachman was stunned for a moment.
"Go and make good arrangements. Hua Jiebing appreciates this young man so much. Perhaps the key to my cleansing away the dusty Taoist heart lies in this young man."
Luo Qingchen waved his hand.
The driver clasped his fists and lowered his head: "Here."
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Just when Anle was immersed in consolidating the realm of fetal breath that he had just broken through, the old man took the painting and left the small courtyard, but he was full of interest and his face was full of joy.
He did not go back to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. The pavilions of the Imperial Ancestral Temple were brightly lit with octagonal double eaves and pointed spires. There were fires and incense inside, but he walked straight past the entrance of the Imperial Ancestral Temple and stepped onto Qingbo Street.
"Although An Xiaoyou's paintings don't contain much spiritual power, the precious thing is that the ink painting of bamboo is enough to be a school of its own, and the font of the title also has a unique flavor, strange and correct at the same time. It’s not just scribbling.”
"This kind of bamboo painting needs to be evaluated by the old guy from the Academy of Literature."
The old man stood on Qingbo Street, with a smile on his face. Then he walked towards the literary college, his speed getting faster and faster, and the bluestone on the ground under his feet seemed to be compressed and pulled.
After a while, they arrived at the Wen Yuan.
The Wen Yuan, also known as the Academy, was built eight thousand years ago. After the emperor who united the world and practiced discipline and practice established the Wen Yuan and the Martial Temple, they collapsed in the middle.
Later dynasties followed the tradition of the liberal arts academy and the martial arts academy. Countless children of wealthy families and countless geniuses from aristocratic families would choose to study in the liberal arts academy or the martial arts temple based on their respective strengths.
Nowadays, most of the high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the court come from the Academy of Arts and the Martial Arts Temple.
The old man passed through the white jade archway of the literary college and headed for a remote pavilion with ease. When he arrived in front of the building, he was told by the bookboy in front of the door that the pavilion was empty.
"Senior, it has been three days since the teacher left the Literary Academy to visit the Lord of the Sixth Mountain." The boy said respectfully.
When the old man heard this, he stroked his long eyebrows and said, "I should go directly to the Sixth Mountain. It would be a waste of time."
After muttering, smoke and clouds appeared under the old man's feet, and there seemed to be a cloud of clouds surrounding him in the dark night.
The next moment, he soared directly into the sky, escaped into the sky thousands of feet high, and left Lin'an Mansion.
The dusk clouds are all overflowing with coldness, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently.
The sixth mountain.
The Holy Mountain ranks sixth, so it is named the Sixth Mountain.
There is a terrace in the mountains, and there is a leisure pavilion on the terrace. As the stars move down, the pavilion seems to have existed forever, and time and years cannot affect it in the slightest.
The old man floated down on the mountain flat, his plain clothes hunting in the wind.
Between the pavilions, there are two figures playing chess. One is an old man wearing a Confucian shirt. He has white hair and the years have left ravines on his body.
The old man was holding the white piece at the moment, his brows furrowed.
The other person, wearing white clothes, looks like a young man, meticulous and solemn, with a huge pine sword box behind his back. He is sitting on a hollow carved stone chair in the pavilion, which looks a bit weird.
"Hahaha! You are indeed here, old man!"
As soon as his feet hit the ground, the old man laughed to attract attention.
But neither of the two people in the pavilion even glanced at them.
"You two, don't pretend you haven't seen me! I'm not here to fight with you this time, but I have something good to share!"
The old man was a little offended by the two people's indifferent attitude.
"Zhao Huangting, don't make any noise. I'm going to win this game of chess against the Sixth Mountain Lord. If you make a fuss, I'm going to lose again." The old man in the scholar's shirt said with disgust without even raising his head.
"Bah! Old man Zhu, you are a stinky chess player, don't blame me!"
The old man immediately yelled back angrily. As soon as he came, the mountain pavilion that should have been quiet under the stars and moon became a lot noisier.
In the quiet pavilion, the middle-aged man carrying the pine sword box looked as calm as ever, as if nothing could cause turmoil in his heart.
The old man Zhao Huangting thought for a while, stepped into the pavilion, took out the scroll, and slowly opened it.
"You all know that I, Zhao Huangting, am an expert at painting bamboo, but today, I happened to get a picture of bamboo and rocks in ink, a painting of bamboo in ink, you can take a look."
The old man raised his chin and said.
The scroll was spread out.
The breeze blew, and there seemed to be a sound of bamboo swaying in the sea, accompanied by the clanging of swords and the tenacious gentleman's character.
The octogenarian in a Confucian robe held a white piece in his hand, and his action of dropping the piece was stagnant.
The sword box behind the middle-aged man in white suddenly overflowed with sword energy, and the sword box trembled slightly, as if there was a slight sound of sword chanting.
The old man and the middle-aged man in white had a strange color in their eyes.
Turning his head to the side, the spread out scroll illuminated by the stars and the moon.
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The next day.
The warm spring sun shines on the earth.
Anle slowly opened his eyes in the courtyard. The old locust tree was lush and leafy, swaying gently in the spring breeze, exuding the fresh smell of the morning light.
After consolidating his mind for a night, he successfully stabilized the second stage of the soul refining fetal breath.
The originally boiling mental power was also much more relaxed like a gurgling stream.
He stood up and practiced the five animals in the courtyard, tiger style, bear style, deer style, ape style and bird style, all of which were practiced, with boiling blood and strong power.
However, he did not induce the demonic energy in the demon tempering jade to temper his body, mainly because he was about to go to the Lin Mansion to work on painting. If he tempered his body, he would get blood all over his body, which was quite troublesome.
After the five animals were beaten, Anle's body was like a furnace, with hot steam rolling.
He exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the mind of the fetal breathing state made Anle's temperament more earthy.
Holding the sage book of the imperial examination, Anle read while leaving the courtyard. After having a bowl of bean curd for breakfast at the entrance of Taimiao Lane, he walked towards the West Lake while reading.
The West Lake sparkled in the morning light, and the ripples of the flower boats sparkled. Anle walked along the long embankment of the West Lake and read books, which was surprisingly pleasant and enlightening.
Many literati and scholars had gathered on the embankment, either reciting poems or talking about flowers and willows, gossiping about the interesting things that happened recently in Lin'an Prefecture.
Anle's mind was so strong that he even accidentally heard a discussion about himself, which was about the recruitment of painters in Lin'an Prefecture.
He smiled and calmed down.
On the willow bank with fireworks, quietly watching the sage book.
After a while, Fairy Yunrou arrived on a sword, as promised. Anle held a book in his hand and swept his eyes over, extracting the Qi of Time one after another. His strengthened mind allowed him to absorb three strands of Qi of Time from Fairy Yunrou today.
From twice a day, to three times a day!
Anle's lips curled up, and he was in a good mood.
Fairy Yunrou landed on the flower boat, and she felt something in her heart, and then she saw the handsome and elegant young cultivator again.
I didn't see him yesterday, but he came again today. He was obviously a cultivator, but I only watched him from afar, which was strange.
Fairy Yunrou nodded slightly to Anle, then turned and entered the flower boat, and there was a sad and ethereal sound of the piano floating out, melodious on the West Lake, as if urging the sky to rain.
After finishing the daily pluck of Fairy Yunrou, Anle headed towards the Lin Mansion.
Today, Anle absorbed three strands of the spirit of time from Fairy Yunrou. Adding the original eleven strands, it was fourteen strands. The family was rich. On the way to the Lin Mansion, Anle thought about how to distribute it.
It was the cute maid who opened the door yesterday. When the maid saw Anle, her pretty face blushed.
Anle smiled softly: "Good morning, Miss Liuxiang."
"Hello, Mr. An." The maid returned the greeting.
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Tianbo Waterside Pavilion.
The big pond was rippling, and the carps were swinging comfortably in the green pond, creating waves.
In the main hall, the breeze in the morning brought bursts of spring coolness.
Madam Hua wore a light shirt and took off her embroidered shoes, revealing her crystal white feet. She lay on the couch and studied the "Ritual Words" by the great scholar of the Academy of Literature.
Suddenly, Madam Hua was stunned for a moment, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and her mind spread. She sensed the young man in green clothes who had just stepped into the Lin Mansion, with a strong temperament and seemed to be refreshed.
Hmm?
Madam Hua was stunned, and there was even a hint of disbelief in her beautiful eyes.
"He just entered into a state of meditation the day before yesterday, and today he has achieved fetal breathing?"
"Could this young man be a genius in cultivating magic?!"
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