Chapter 35: A Painting that Shocked the Literary Academy, Tianbo Waterside Pavilion Painted Bamboo Again

Madam Hua has a profound cultivation level, and her spiritual cultivation level is also quite good in the whole Da Zhao. She is a disciple of the wife of the first mountain master of the Holy Lord, and has inherited the spiritual cultivation of Ganye Temple. Her soul is so strong that she can leave her body and travel three thousand miles in the void, and regard the scorching sun hanging in the sky as nothing.

With such a high level of cultivation, she is now unable to sense Anle's cultivation level, which is very incredible.

After a careful look, she found that the broken bamboo sword pinned on the boy's waist released a sword intent that was vague and wandering around the boy, blocking her soul's prying.

"Where did this bamboo sword come from?"

Madam Hua took a deep breath, frowned slightly, closed the Confucian book in her hand, and her face became more serious.

The bamboo sword looks tattered and ordinary, but it contains an indestructible sword energy inside, like a mountain that presses down the world.

Broken bamboo sword...

Madam Hua thought of the existence of Da Zhao at the first time.

A hundred years ago, the old uncle of the Great Zhao Dynasty dared to fight against the world's best master, the Yuan Meng Emperor, by picking up a tattered bamboo sword!

But how could such a strong man's sword be worn on Anle's waist?

"The elder gave it to me. My ink painting of bamboo and rocks won the elder's heart and love, so I gave this bamboo sword to you, hoping that my character would be like the bamboo of a gentleman, standing proudly in the world, and not bending for hardships."

Anle put his palm on the bamboo sword and smiled.

Madam Hua glanced at Anle. The elder gave it to me. Is this elder the old uncle?

However, Madam Hua did not ask much. In terms of seniority and cultivation, the old uncle was much higher than her.

Putting the book on the couch, Madam Hua stood up, put on the embroidered shoes on her crystal white feet, and looked at Anle: "Mr. An, can I hold the sword and see it?"

Anle did not refuse when he heard it, nor did he worry that Madam Hua would snatch the bamboo sword.

Madam Hua could give him the "Sword Waterfall" for a painting, so she would not snatch the bamboo sword for no reason.

Anle took off the bamboo sword from his waist, held the sword body with one hand and the hilt with the other, and handed it to Madam Hua.

Madam Hua stood up and took it solemnly.

The powerful Yuanshen emerged silently, and a hurricane suddenly passed through the main hall of the water pavilion, blowing Madam Hua's clothes and hair flying.

Madam Hua carefully looked at the broken bamboo sword for a long time before sighing.

Without saying much, she returned the bamboo sword to Anle: "The elder gave you this sword, which is your opportunity. You should cultivate this sword with your mind. Although this sword is a bamboo sword, it is like the backbone of a gentleman. It is the toughest in the world. No one can break it or destroy it."

"The pride in the heart of a gentleman is unbroken, and the backbone is unbroken, so the sword will not break or break."

"I hope you can match this sword soon."

Madam Hua's eyes showed admiration.

Anle held the bamboo sword. He had not yet reached a high level of cultivation to observe the essence of the sword, but since even Madam Hua praised it so much, it must be good.

"Madam Hua, I came here to ask for leave from you. The senior who gave me the sword will take me to a place in three days. I am afraid I will not be able to come to the Lin Mansion to paint for the young masters."

Anle clasped his fists and said.

Madam Hua heard this, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she narrowed her eyes slightly: "Three days later? I know, I will grant you this leave."

Three days later, isn't it the time when the Sixth Mountain is opened?

It seems that the senior is interested in cultivating Anle, and he actually plans to take Anle to the Sixth Mountain in person to try whether he can be favored by the Sixth Mountain Master and become a mountain keeper.

This is Anle's opportunity, and Madam Hua will naturally not stop him.

Anle never thought that this leave was so easy to ask for. The people in the Lin Mansion are indeed kind people.

"Thank you Madam Hua for your understanding."

Anle thanked sincerely.

Madam Hua raised her red lips and said, "You don't need to thank me. The young masters would have no time for you to paint in three days, so let it go."

"Last night, the Sixth Mountain of the Holy Mountain issued a sword-qi mountain opening order, and will open the mountain gate to recruit mountain keepers in three days. You should also know the mystery and transcendence of the Holy Mountain. All the practitioners in the Middle Earth are proud to enter the Holy Mountain. Even if you enter the Holy Mountain as a mountain keeper, it is a good choice and people flock to it."

"That senior must also want you to try it."

Madam Hua smiled.

An Le suddenly realized, so that's it: "So in three days, the young masters are going to try it too?"

Madam Hua smiled and nodded without saying anything.

An Le understood, and was about to say goodbye with a fist, but Madam Hua stopped him.

"Mr. An, why don't you paint for the young masters today? Why don't you paint your ink bamboo in Tianbo Waterside Pavilion?"

Madam Hua said softly. She was more and more curious about Anle's ink bamboo that could attract the old uncle's appreciation and even give him a bamboo sword.

Anle was startled when he heard this, but he stopped leaving and said with a fist: "Of course it's okay, but you need to trouble Miss Xixiang to go to the martial arts hall to talk to the young masters, and Miss Zhuifeng and Miss Qingyin."

Madam Hua looked at Xixiang. Xixiang bowed slightly to Anle and Madam Hua, held up an oil-paper umbrella, and her graceful figure drifted into the hazy spring rain.

Madam Hua ordered the servants to prepare a table for painting, as well as pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Outside the waterside pavilion, the spring rain was hazy and the cool spring breeze blew.

Madam Hua drank tea and talked with Anle, asking about the situation of refining the spirit. Anle had any questions about "Sword Waterfall Picture". After raising them, Madam Hua could give accurate answers.

With the increase of Anle's [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit, he was able to comprehend it quickly and gained a lot in a short time.

Anle thought that he might not see the young masters today, so he chose to absorb the time energy from Madam Hua.

With a thought, the [Time Energy] column on the light curtain began to jump.

Suddenly, there was a trace of age in Mrs. Hua's body, which swayed and finally broke away, lingering on Anle's fingertips.

It's a pity that it's just a wisp of gray age.

An Le was not discouraged. The golden age energy was not that easy to obtain, so he continued to extract it with difficulty. Two times in a row, he got two strands of age energy.

An Le suddenly felt happy, but found that among the two rays of time energy, one was actually the golden age energy.

After extracting three wisps of Time Qi from Madam Hua, she was able to obtain a wisp of Golden Time Qi. This was considered extremely lucky. Sure enough, the stronger the cultivation level, the higher the probability of getting the Golden Time Qi.

Although Anle's realm of refining the gods has reached the fetal breath and her mind has become much stronger, after absorbing three rays of time energy from Mrs. Hua, she is still unable to continue absorbing it.

Anle was already very satisfied and was not anxious to immediately watch this ray of golden age energy extracted from Mrs. Hua's body.

Because, in the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, everything is ready, students spread the propaganda table, smoke and ink linger, and they are waiting for Anle to write.

Outside the waterside pavilion, there are three or two oil-paper umbrellas, moving like flowers blooming in the misty rain.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin learned that Anle was going to paint at Shuixie, so they came with Xixiang.

Everyone entered the waterside pavilion in silence.

But he saw Anle with a bamboo sword on his waist, rolling up his plain white sleeves, holding a pen with wolf hair, drinking a lot of burnt ink, and already splashing ink on the life announcement.

Mrs. Hua sat on the couch, stretched out her long neck like white jade, and watched the ink smearing on the raw material.

There was a hint of curiosity between his eyebrows.

…

…

The new rain on the spring river reaches the west of the window, and the clouds are dark, the mountains are far away, the light is far away, and the trees are blurred.

The rain in Lin'an is hazy.

A luxurious carriage drove slowly to the white jade archway of the Wenyuan Academy and then stopped moving forward.

The burly coachman wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat took out the oil-paper umbrella and handed it to the young man who lifted the curtain.

The young man got out of the car with an umbrella, wearing a luxurious dress that showed his dignity.

"I'm going to see the Second Master and I'll be back soon. You'll wait for me under the stone archway."

Luo Qingchen held up an umbrella and said, the spring rain falling on the edge of the umbrella like a curtain.

"Here." The coachman nodded respectfully.

Luo Qingchen held an umbrella and walked in the spring rain with his hands behind his hands, walking on the long bluestone steps towards the many pavilions of the literary college hidden in the misty spring scenery.

Last night, the Sixth Mountain suddenly received an order to open the mountain. The Lord of Diliu Mountain will recruit the second mountain guard. The entire Lin'an Mansion was shaken.

And he, Luo Qingchen, knew it.

Luo Qingchen knew very well that since his battle with Li Youan, he was defeated in one move and his Taoist heart was dusty. He had lost the qualifications and courage to climb the Holy Mountain and talk to the Holy Master.

However, practitioners in the Middle Earth are all proud of entering the Holy Mountain, and Luo Qingchen is not immune to the secular world. The Lord of the Sixth Mountain opened the mountain to recruit the mountain guards, and he was also a little moved.

This is also his opportunity. If he can enter the Holy Mountain, his identity and status, which are now increasingly frivolous, may be like a dead tree.

Climbing eight hundred steps and walking along the mountain road, the spring rain splashed fine cascades of water on the muddy ground. Walking to a Jiangnan building with white walls and black tiles and cornices, Luo Qingchen closed the umbrella and pushed the door open.

The lobby inside the house was crowded with people, and the atmosphere was lively in discussions and conversations.

It is a unique contrast to the spring cold brought by the cold spring rain outside.

The charcoal stove is burning hot water, and there is a book boy waiting there. When the water boils, he will add water to the tea for the practitioners in the pavilion of the Academy of Literature.

On the main table, two old men in Confucian shirts were sitting, sipping hot tea, facing a scroll, chatting and laughing, and admiring it endlessly.

Luo Qingchen entered and was startled when he saw the two old men in the hall.

He never thought that two masters would come to the lecture hall today.

It is rare for the second wife and the third wife to gather together.

Without saying much, he walked slowly inside the house, intending to find an empty seat to sit on.

The lively exchanges among the gentlemen from the liberal arts college around him reached his ears.

"This painting is an ink painting of bamboo and stone. The bamboo is painted with ink, and the light ink and burnt ink alternately form the image. The thin rod shows the bamboo body, which fully demonstrates the proud quality of the gentleman of bamboo. It is really strange!"

"The Third Master came with a painting and asked us to admire the painting. He wanted us to learn the method of painting bamboo with ink and wash. I was astonished when I saw the painting. I have never seen bamboo painted with ink and wash. This painting should start a genre."

"It's not just a painting. The poem on the painting, 'Still strong despite being struck by countless blows, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south', complements the quality of the bamboo. It's really extraordinary!"

…

The gentlemen from the Academy of Arts admired the exchange, as they had obviously already viewed the paintings.

"Excuse me."

Luo Qingchen said to the gentlemen in front of him.

Several gentlemen quickly made room for Luo Qingchen to pass and bowed to him.

Luo Qingchen returned the salute and listened to everyone discussing the paintings, and couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity in his heart.

After Luo Qingchen passed, the gentlemen from the Academy of Arts continued to talk:

"Although the meaning contained in the painting is quite weak, more like the artist's essay, the sword meaning hidden in the bamboo leaves is extremely harmonious. The fusion of painting, poetry, calligraphy and meaning is truly unique!"

"I'm really curious, who painted this unique painting? Could it be Sanfuzi's own handwriting?"

"Sanfuzi is famous for his fine brushwork in painting bamboo. Freehand painting of bamboo is not in line with Sanfuzi's habits. And even if you don't see it, there is also a signature on the painting. The painter's name is Anle..."

"His painting was in the hands of Sanfuzi, so he must have been a senior who had a close relationship with Sanfuzi."

"I wonder which master of bamboo painting this Mr. Anle is?"

…

The spring rain outside the house was like beads falling on a jade plate, unable to cover up the heated discussion inside the house.

Luo Qingchen walked slowly but suddenly froze.

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