Chapter 39 Qingshan Will Not Leave Regrets
The old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple came here to paint, and Anle no longer practiced sword-breaking skills.
He pulled out the bamboo sword Qingshan bit by bit from the old locust tree and put the sword on his waist. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Anle felt that the bamboo sword seemed to be easier to hold.
"The sword has a spirit. It senses hope from you. The spirit buried in the sword's edge will awaken slowly and step by step. Don't look at the Qingshan Mountain, which is quite broken, but it is indestructible. If you want to take charge of the Qingshan Mountain now, you are still not good enough. Far away."
"The sword is a swordsman's best companion, but you are still a little green now."
The old man sat on a bamboo chair, poured a glass of yellow rice wine from his own house, drank it all, and said with a smile.
An Le rubbed the Qingshan Bamboo Sword with his palm, and his heart became more and more happy about this poor-looking broken bamboo sword.
"You started too late. You only started enlightenment at the age of eighteen. It's a bit regretful. You have to improve yourself as soon as possible to the point where you can take charge of Qingshan. Don't let Qingshan have any regrets."
The old man drank wine and sighed suddenly, loneliness flashed in his eyes.
Perhaps, he had made Qingshan regretful, and he did not want the young man to make the same mistake again.
Anle smiled, and accompanied by a soft voice, her words were somewhat firm and serious: "There will be no regrets in Qingshan."
Since he came to this world and had access to magnificent spiritual practices, he naturally did not want to leave any regrets in his life.
The life in the previous life was short and flashy, like a shackle, with helplessness and ordinaryness flowing everywhere. When I was a child, the children's palace, school, and home were all connected, elementary school, junior high school, and high school. In the blink of an eye, I became an adult. I spent all my pen and ink and tens of millions of drawing papers. He will enter the Academy of Fine Arts that he spent his whole youth in, but he will travel through time again.
Anle felt that he had many regrets in those years, including the regret that all his mechanical efforts were burned down, and the regret of saying goodbye to that era.
In this world, there are so many things to see. I want to practice spiritual practice and feel the beauty of heaven and earth. I don’t want to waste my life. The taste of regret is too bitter and I don’t want to taste it again.
Anle poured a glass of old rice wine and drank with the old man.
The clouds in the sky dispersed, and the bright moon ascended to the sky like a goddess, gentle as water.
The moonlight shines on the branches of the old locust tree and the new leaves moistened by the spring rain, leaving mottled leaf shadows.
After drinking the old rice wine in the cup in one gulp, An was optimistic about the bright moon and smiled softly: "When you hear the Tao, there is a sequence. The first comes and then comes. The last comes and comes first. Seniors, don't worry."
When the old man heard that the young man's heart was as bright as a rainbow, the admiration in his eyes became more and more intense. He stroked his beard and laughed, and his expression turned white.
Afterwards, he stopped talking about spiritual practice, took out his paintings, looked at the moon, drank wine and discussed paintings with the young man.
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It refers to the spring of March, and there are ninety dynasties in the yin.
The rain in spring always comes without any reason. It has just stopped and the warmth has not lasted half a day, and then there are traces of smoke and mist, spreading all over the green fields in the east wind, like cow hair and bead curtains, covering the world.
The spring in Lin'an Prefecture is even more beautiful under the nourishment of spring rain. Green leaves and tender flowers are blooming all over the streets and alleys. Walking on the West Lake, strolling along the long embankment, or taking a rest in the pavilion, you can see the color of life.
After asking for leave from Madam Xianghua, Madam directly granted Anle a three-day holiday, allowing him to practice well at home, warm up his mind, and prepare for the opening of the Sixth Mountain.
Anle declined, but Mrs. Hua said that the young masters also had to prepare for the opening of the sixth mountain, so the painting was temporarily stopped.
In this case, there is no reason to refuse Anle.
Get up early in the morning, bathe in the spring rain, and perform the five-animal exercise in the spring rain. The muscles and bones sing together, and the qi and blood boil. The qi and blood that have been pushed to perfection begin to gather and spread towards the bones.
Anle knew that he was only one step away from the second level of spiritual bone training, and maybe he only needed an opportunity to step into it.
The demonic energy spreads out from the demon-quenching jade. When practicing the Five Animals, the demonic energy flows along the skin and beats the body, making Anle's body stronger and stronger.
Infiltrated by the evil spirit, An Le's appearance becomes more and more elegant, adding a bit of coquettishness, which is very eye-catching.
Visualize the sword waterfall, exercise the five birds, and practice the strength of the sword...
Anle has his own plan for spiritual practice. Of course, reading is very important. In his spare time, he will find time to read. He will carefully read books related to imperial examinations, works by great scholars in the academy, and even some masterpieces by famous scholars in this world. Read article.
The meaning of reading a hundred times will be self-evident. Anle still believes in the truth that reading can change your destiny.
Although he embarks on spiritual practice, practice does not mean giving up studying. Even a strong person like Mrs. Hua would drink tea and read in the Tianbo Water Pavilion every morning holding the books of Confucian scholars. What qualifications does he have to not study for peace of mind?
Moreover, spring is just around the corner, so we can’t relax in our studies just because we practice.
While reading and strolling to the West Lake, I went to see Fairy Yunrou, who was cold and beautiful but had fallen into the world of mortals.
From the passage of time, we know that Fairy Yunrou is not weak in cultivation, but she is willing to be an oiran among the flower boats. Although the flower girl is the leader and has a reputation far and wide, it is a lowly profession after all, and her identity is different from that of Fairy Yunrou as a practitioner. Too matching.
Even in the Linhua Pavilion, the No. 1 brothel in Lin'an, there are still mortal women who are practicing, but they are just beginners in practicing and just doing it as a gimmick. Talented people like Fairy Yunrou are really rare.
It's a pity that even after wandering around the West Lake for a while, stepping on the trickle of spring rain, I still didn't see Fairy Yunrou. This was the third day I didn't see Yunrou.
Leaving West Lake, we returned to Taimiao Lane on Qingbo Street.
Anle set up a table with tea cups and a charcoal stove to boil water.
Make a pot of hot tea, sit quietly at the door, facing the old locust tree in the courtyard, and start to visualize the "Sword Waterfall Picture", and your mind, which has reached the fetal breath, begins to gather bit by bit.
[Eternal Talent] The blessing of Tao Fruit makes Anle practice very fast.
The only pity is that I can’t absorb the energy of time without going to work at the Lin Mansion.
Going to the street to try your luck may not bring you any cultivators. Anle can’t absorb the energy of time from the old man in the Taimiao.
However, Anle didn’t feel too sorry. When the sixth mountain opens, a large number of cultivators will surely gather. Then he can absorb enough.
The rain comes in fine and sparse rains. Even if it can’t be too much, it’s not too little.
Watching the spring rain in front of the door.
Drinking tea, meditating, quiet and good.
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Three days passed in a flash.
The spring rain stopped and came again. It seemed that in order to welcome the opening of the sixth mountain of the Holy Mountain today, the rain fell more actively.
Anle got up early. The sky was hazy. The fine spring rain was like silver threads in the morning light.
Put on a clean white robe with wide sleeves. After three days of tempering the body with demonic energy, the cultivation level of the body forging is only one step away from casting the spirit bone. It is possible to break through at any time.
Therefore, Anle's temperament became more upright and graceful.
With a green mountain on his waist, wearing a demon-quenching jade, opening an oil-paper umbrella, and locking the courtyard door, he walked out on the stream between the bluestone cracks in the Taimiao Lane.
The lane was quite quiet. Some peach branches poked their heads out from the high walls on both sides. The pink peach blossoms were cut in half by the spring rain and fell on the bluestone. They were stepped on by Anle and stuck to the soles of his feet, grinding out a little pink.
Today is the opening day of the sixth mountain, and the atmosphere of the entire Lin'an Prefecture seems to be different.
The fetal breath and mind are wrapped around the body, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seems to flow faster with the surging mood of the practitioners.
Just as the Academy of Literature is a holy place in the hearts of Confucian scholars all over the world, and the Martial Temple is a holy place in the hearts of martial artists all over the world, the Holy Mountain, as a transcendent force in Dazhao and even the entire Middle Earth, is a holy place in the hearts of countless practitioners.
Entering the Sixth Mountain, even if it is just to become a mountain keeper, is a leap in level.
Therefore, when the order to open the mountain resounded throughout Lin'an Prefecture, practitioners from the surrounding areas of Lin'an Prefecture and even all over Dazhao, and from all over the Central Plains, all came to try the idea that many people thought was ethereal and unattainable, or simply to join in the fun.
Anle held an oil-paper umbrella and walked to the alley, and suddenly thought of a serious question.
The Holy Mountain Sixth Mountain is well-known, but... he doesn't know where to go.
Looking at Qingbo Street, which was washed clean by the spring rain, Anle scratched his head and turned his head to look at the octagonal peaked roof and double-eaved two-story pavilion-style building in the distance that exuded a majestic and majestic atmosphere.
In the Taimiao, the incense is still burning, and the morning light is hazy.
The old man in the Taimiao said that he would take him to the Sixth Mountain today, but at this moment there was no movement at all.
When he walked to the front of the Taimiao, he did not step into the temple attic, and he clasped his fists and bowed a few meters away.
"Don't worry, little friend An. I'll take a nap. I won't go with you today. Someone will come to take you there."
Inside the temple, the old man's lazy chuckle floated out.
An Le was stunned.
Amid the spring breeze and spring rain, there was a sound of wheels rolling over bluestones and splashing streams.
At some point, a luxurious carriage turned a corner and slowly drove in from the end of Qingbo Street.
An Le stood by the street with an umbrella. The luxurious carriage came straight and slowly stopped beside him.
At the window of the carriage, a white hand reached out from behind the curtain and gently lifted the curtain, revealing the delicate and beautiful face of Madam Hua who had not been seen for a few days.
Madam Hua first nodded slightly in the direction of the Taimiao, and then her eyes like autumn water fell on An Le, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly.
"I'll take you to the Sixth Mountain."
"Mr. An, get in the car."
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