Chapter 34 I See the Green Mountains Are so Charming, an Umbrella, a Sword and a White Dress

Looking at this broken bamboo sword, Anle really didn't know what to say.

If it weren't for the age energy in the old man's body swinging enchantingly and densely like seaweed, making him a peerless powerful man, Anle would really think that the other party was amusing himself.

The patter of spring rain made the small courtyard silent.

Anle took the bamboo sword handed over by the old man and held it lightly. It was naturally much lighter than a metal sword. The hilt, pommel and blade were all made of bamboo, as if his grandfather had cut it with a hatchet. Toy bamboo sword for coaxing grandson.

"What? Are you disappointed?"

The old man seemed to notice Anle's surprise and laughed mischievously.

"The elders give it to the younger ones, but the younger ones don't dare to refuse." Anle held the sword and said: "Besides, the bamboo sword is also a sword. Since the elders gave the sword, it is a gift. How can a young man show his disappointment because he is dissatisfied with the gift? The truth.”

The old man looked at An Le and seemed to see through An Le's thoughts: "I know you want a good sword. This bamboo sword is indeed not in good condition, but I have been with me for a long time and I am an old friend. I want to find a good one for it." next home.”

"Your ink painting of bamboo and stone makes me very fond of it. You can see the proud temperament of a gentleman in the painting. Maybe you will be a good sword wielder, which is a good place for this bamboo sword."

"If you are really suitable, you will naturally find out how good the bamboo sword is."

The old man took back the wide sleeves of his plain clothes that were soaked by the rain. His eyes kept staring at the bamboo sword, and there was a little reluctance in the depths of his pupils, even a little unwilling.

Anle's eyes fell on the bamboo sword, which looked ordinary.

The bamboo sword is two feet seven long. It is not a long sword, but it still has the posture of a sword. The bamboo sword has no sheath or even a blade. I don't know if it can cut the skin of the practitioner if it is slashed.

But the old man's words made Anle pay more attention to it. This was not a simple sword, but an entrustment from the old man.

"Xiaosheng will protect this sword well."

Anle said solemnly, as if making an oath.

Hearing this, the old man suddenly stroked his beard and burst out laughing: "You boy, you are so funny. Although it is a bamboo sword, it is not delicate and does not need protection. When you need to take it out, you will slash. When you need to collide, you will collide. Don't be afraid. Broken sword."

"The best person in the world has not been able to break this broken bamboo sword, so what are you afraid of?"

"A sword is a sword, a weapon used for fighting. The act of protecting the sword is an insult to the sword."

The old man looked at Anle and taught.

Hearing the words, Anle understood immediately, nodded, and his eyes changed slightly. The old man said so, this sword must have some extraordinary qualities that he had never realized.

"This sword is originally nameless, but it was made by chance from a piece of green bamboo. It was named 'Qingshan'. It is related to the poem you wrote in the Bamboo and Stone Picture, so it can be regarded as fate. Qingshan has been with me for many years, but to my little friend, it is For a new beginning, you can rename the sword as you like. "The old man is very free and easy.

"How charming I am when I see Qingshan, I see how charming Qingshan should be." Anle suddenly thought of it, chuckled and said, "The name of the sword is quite good."

The old man was startled, his eyes flashed, he stroked his beard and laughed.

Afterwards, we no longer talk about swords, and we no longer choose to take back the swords we gave out.

Looking at Anle, the old man smiled and said, "You still want to work in the Lin Mansion, right? Remember to ask for leave in three days, and I will take you somewhere."

Hearing this, Anle nodded without asking where he needed to go.

"Let's go. I'll talk to my friends about the ink and bamboo paintings in the evening. Remember to prepare wine and food. The old yellow rice wine from Yanchunli Restaurant is delicious, but the meat is just average. I'd better go to the beef restaurant in Dingya Alley. It's delicious."

The old man waved his hand, held an umbrella and left the small courtyard, lingering in the alley with a chuckle: "I see how charming Qingshan is..."

Just after leaving the small courtyard, there were rapid footsteps in Taimiao Alley.

Huang Xian, the head of the black government office, was wearing official uniform and was wet from the rain. He rushed to the small courtyard and saw the old man in plain clothes walking out of the alley. He didn't pay much attention. After all, the old man had no spiritual energy fluctuations and was just an ordinary person. .

"An Gong..."

When Huang Xian saw the courtyard door open, he quickly stepped in and shouted for peace.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a headless corpse on the ground. The words he shouted out suddenly stiffened in his throat.

"Huang Captou, you came just in time. I'm going to look for you."

An Le, holding a yellowed bamboo sword in his hand, smiled immediately when he saw Huang Baotou.

But Capt. Huang couldn't laugh, and his expression was solemn: "Hu Jingang?"

Anle was bathing in the spring rain, with a gentle smile on his face, as if he had been banished from the world, and nodded slightly.

"Did you kill him?" Huang Captou took a breath, his tone mixed with disbelief.

Anle walked towards the house, took a towel and wiped his hair, and said: "This Hu Jintao attacked last night. He said that because of the wanted portrait I made, he was extremely annoyed by the pursuit and wanted to kill me."

"Of course I couldn't sit still and wait for death. I had no choice but to fight back and kill him in self-defense."

Huang Xian slowly calmed down his shock. In the morning, the Yamen received a report from the watchman, saying that there was an unknown head on Qingbo Street. After confirming the identity, it turned out to be that of the notorious thief Hu Jintao, so the case was handed over to the Black Yamen.

Huang Xian led the team here and found that this location was at the entrance of Taimiao Lane. He couldn't help but think of Anle and rushed over immediately. It turned out that Hu Jingang was actually killed by Anle.

"Mr. An, it's good that you're fine. Hu Jintao committed a heinous crime. If you kill him, you can punish the evil and promote the good. The black government will not pursue him, and will even reward you with a reward." Huang Xianzhi comforted Anle because it was his first time to kill someone.

An Le drew a few sketches for the young masters in the Lin Mansion, and gained a lot of wealth. He didn't care much about the reward. He entered the house, changed into clean white clothes, put a tattered bamboo sword on his waist, and took out the oil paper I want to go to Lin Mansion to work.

"Captain Huang, Hu Jintao is a suspect in the black yamen. Please send someone to deal with this body."

Anle opened the umbrella, and raindrops fell, hitting the umbrella with a muffled sound.

Huang Xian, wearing a bamboo hat, smiled and said, "Don't worry, leave everything to me."

After a while, he called someone to deal with Hu Jingang's body. Huang Xian didn't say much, but just clasped his fists towards Anle, and he looked up to Anle more and more.

Although this boy completed his spiritual enlightenment at the age of 18, he will shine like a hidden dragon!

"Come back another day to drink and eat meat with Master An, and thank Master An in person for killing this evil Hu Jingang."

Huang Xian clasped his fists seriously and saluted, and Anle also returned the salute.

When Huang Xian and the constables disappeared in the alley.

Anle locked the gate, with an umbrella, a sword and a white robe, he left the rain alley and went straight to the west of West Lake.

The distant peaks are hidden with dark eyebrows, and it is strange that there is no such cold in spring.

The misty rain of West Lake is dotted with circles and dots of ripples, which is unique.

After waiting for a while among the scholars, I was disappointed that Fairy Yunrou's sword did not appear.

I failed to get the first ray of the season today.

Without seeing Fairy Yunrou, the misty rain scenery of West Lake seemed a bit boring. Without staying on the bank of West Lake for long, Anle turned around and went to Lin Mansion.

As usual, the maid Liuxiang opened the door every day. Looking at Anle, who was dressed in white in the spring rain, her eyes seemed to be in love.

"Miss Liuxiang, please inform Madam Hua, I have something to ask for."

Anle smiled softly.

The maid Liuxiang blushed: "Mr. An, Madam Hua said that if you want to find her, you can go to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion."

Anle nodded, said goodbye to Liuxiang, and went to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion with an umbrella. She had a bamboo sword on her waist and her white clothes fluttered, which made her look more and more chic.

In the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, spring rain sprinkled from the sky, like millions of crystal ice beads, falling to the earth.

It hit the black tile pavilion with flying eaves on the four corners, making a series of crisp sounds.

In the main hall, the spring breeze carried a few spring raindrops bursting water vapor, blowing mistily, lifting the gauze skirt under the embroidered clothes of Madam Hua who was lying on the couch.

Madam Hua would make tea and read in the main hall of the waterside pavilion every morning. This has been her habit for many years.

Anle put away the umbrella and entered the main hall of the waterside pavilion. The tip of the umbrella dragged a gradually thinning rain mark on the ground.

Madam Hua put down the book, and looked at the visiting young painter with delicately carved eyebrows.

Hmm?

Madam Hua was stunned at this sight, because in her soul, she could not sense Anle's physical training blood and spiritual training mind.

It was as if there was a layer of fuzzy gauze that obscured Anle's cultivation realm, making it impossible for her to explore.

This situation is really rare.

Madam Hua's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes moved horizontally, from Anle's handsome face down to his waist, and she saw a tattered and yellowed bamboo sword.

At first glance, Madam Hua thought it was just an ordinary rotten bamboo sword.

But after a careful observation, her soul trembled, as if she thought of something.

Madam Hua's delicate and elegant face suddenly showed a look of horror.

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