Chapter 46 Returning, neither Rain nor Shine

The spring mud is as smooth as a mirror after rain, and the morning trees are as light as pictures with clouds.

The Sixth Mountain.

A pavilion halfway up the mountain.

The Sixth Mountain Master, dressed in green, rested his hand on the pine sword box beside him, lowered his eyelids, saw through the misty rain, and saw the scenery below the mountain.

Madam Hua also stood in the pavilion, her plain clothes fluttering in the spring breeze, with surprise and satisfaction in her eyes.

"I have seen Anle enter meditation for three quarters of an hour, and his qi and blood are perfect in three days. I expected that his talent must be extraordinary, a rough jade that will be a late bloomer, and with his proud backbone, he will definitely achieve something in the future."

"But I never thought that today would give me such a big surprise."

Madam Hua's voice was like pearls falling on a plate, echoing crisply.

The Sixth Mountain Master in the pavilion also raised a smile on his stiff face: "The test of the Little Saint Order never looks at the level of cultivation, but more at talent, character and opportunity."

"Although the Little Saint Order is issued by our mountain masters, each one contains the opportunity left by the Saint Master. Since it is an opportunity, it is naturally fate that matters."

"Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong have good talents, but they are more of a killing temperament cultivated on the battlefield. They are not compatible with me in the perception of swords, so they are not even as good as Luo Qingchen in climbing the mountain steps, but if they go to the Third Mountain of the Third Senior Brother, they may be able to go further."

Mrs. Hua nodded slightly, agreeing with the words of the Mountain Master.

"Luo Qingchen has talent, but the only flaw is that Li Youan broke his Dao heart at the beginning. In these years, his Dao heart has not been tough, but has become more and more fragile. This is also unexpected."

The Sixth Mountain Master said again, commenting on Luo Qingchen.

"An Le used the sword energy of the Sixth Mountain to temper his body and forge his spiritual bones, and also visualized the "Sword Waterfall Diagram" you taught him, and the sword pool in the Niwan Palace. The two methods worked together."

"The talent... is so good that it surprised me."

"The swords in my box are trembling with excitement. He is a very good successor. Unfortunately, he will not be my mountain keeper."

The face of the Sixth Mountain Master was grim, but under the grimness, there was a pity.

Madam Hua smiled lightly, her eyes saw An Le holding the ink pool through the mist, and she seemed to murmur: "This talent... is indeed surprising."

"Talent, character, and attraction to swords, all three are occupied, and the little saint makes him deserve it."

The face of the Sixth Mountain Master was solemn.

He stretched out his hand and patted the pine wood sword box, and the huge sword box fell on his back. He took a step, walked out of the pavilion, and went down the mountain.

Madam Hua also followed gracefully.

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The sudden rain between heaven and earth, as the young man drew his sword, seemed to have been drained of its temper, and suddenly became gentle, like fine cow hair, floating and gently moistening things.

On the mountain road, many practitioners who stopped and stopped looked up at the young man holding a sword under the peach tree at the 300th step, with complicated expressions.

The fluke in each of their hearts disappeared when Anle passed them lightly.

Fighting for the Little Saint Order tests one's talent, character, and the degree of fit with the Little Saint Order.

Anle's initial difficulties gave them hope, but later they realized that Anle was just borrowing the sword energy of the Sixth Mountain to sharpen his own blood and qi. After the breakthrough, he showed his outstanding talent.

Yiqi Juechen broke the shackles and drew his sword easily.

Although Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were surprised, they were not disappointed. They came here to try their luck, and their gains and losses were all up to fate.

They also knew that the sword energy of the Sixth Mountain was not compatible with them, and the possibility of getting the Sixth Mountain Little Saint Order was extremely small.

Luo Qingchen's eyes were stunned, and he retracted his feet that could not fall down. The dust on his heart of Tao did not expand, perhaps... he was numb.

It was also because Luo Qingchen himself did not have much confidence in winning the Little Saint Order. The dust on his heart of Tao made him very clear that he was not worthy.

With a bitter face, Luo Qingchen took a deep look at the handsome boy holding the sword under the peach tree.

Then he turned around and walked down the mountain without looking back.

He didn't want to stay in this sad place for a moment.

He had to go back and think carefully about how to wash away the dust on his heart of Tao, and how to go on his future path.

The other practitioners looked at the boy holding the sword and shining in the spring breeze, drizzle, and under the peach blossoms.

Then they all turned around and went down the mountain. They were now eager to know all the news about the boy.

After today, Lin'an Prefecture... This boy will be famous!

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An Le held the ink pool, feeling the joyful trembling and sword chanting of the ink pool sword, enjoying the spring breeze and rain, and couldn't help feeling happy.

He broke through the second level of body forging, and the soul refining fetal breath also condensed the sword pool, which was a great leap, and he was getting closer and closer to the third level of transcendence.

He also gained this ink pool and the Little Saint Order.

It can be said that he made a lot of money, and this trip to the Sixth Mountain was worthwhile.

Holding the ink pool, he could feel a trace of sword energy hidden in the sword. As long as he explored it with his mind, he could feel it carefully.

That should be the Little Saint Order, one of the conditions for talking to the Saint Master.

An Le raised the corner of his lips and gently stroked the ink pool sword, with a bright smile on his face and a good mood.

It would be great if there was a pot of old yellow wine from Yanchunli Wine Shop at this moment.

Drink, taste the sword, sing loudly, and then go down the mountain.

The mist and rain are light, and the music and singing are drunk!

It's great!

On the mountain road, there was only a graceful girl holding an umbrella, standing quietly and watching the boy shining brightly in the spring rain.

The Sixth Mountain Master and Madam Hua, who were carrying a pinewood sword case, walked down the stone steps and came to the side of Anle.

The girl holding an umbrella was seen, and she bowed and nodded: "Ye Wenxi of the Ye family, I meet the Sixth Mountain Master and Madam Hua."

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain had a stupefied expression on his face and nodded: "You already have the Little Saint Order, and you have even entered the Little Saint Ranking. Why go up the ladder?"

The young girl Ye Wenxi glanced at Anle and chuckled: "When there is a new member on the Little Saint List, we need to get to know the opponent in advance to see if he is worthy of the name."

"Goodbye, little lady."

After the girl Ye Wenxi finished speaking, she smiled freely, held an umbrella, and turned to leave.

Anle looked at the girl's back. He also knew that the girl was following him all the way to the 300th level. The girl was actually qualified to obtain this little holy order.

In Anle's eyes, the age energy on the girl's body was swaying like seaweed. If possible...

Um?

An Le was suddenly overjoyed. His Qi and blood entered the second realm of body training, and the divine fetus breath gathered in the sword pool. The [Year Qi] column of the sage's time could actually be used again.

Without hesitation, Anle moved his mind and absorbed the energy of time from the girl!

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, the girl turned around and walked down the mountain without realizing it. She had no idea that she had given away a wave of money in vain.

Three consecutive wisps of time energy lingered on his fingertips, and then spread into his body. Anle was satisfied. However, with Mrs. Hua and the Sixth Mountain Master beside him, he did not choose to observe the time energy.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain looked at An Le, his eyes full of admiration and regret: "It's a pity that you don't join my Sixth Mountain... I am very satisfied with your black bamboo and your talent in swordsmanship, but it is really good for you to be the guardian of the mountain." Qucai.”

"My sixth mountain is open to you. If you have any new paintings, you can share them with me. During the climb, you can use the mountain sword energy to cleanse and temper your body. It is better than the demonic jade pendant around your waist. "

The mountain owner said.

Hearing this, Anle sincerely bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, Lord Mountain."

The Sixth Mountain Lord nodded and said more: "Getting the Little Saint Order is just the beginning. Your cultivation level is really low, and you can only be at the bottom on the Little Saint List."

"If you want to get the chance to talk to the Saint Master, you must at least be in the top three of the Minor Saint List."

"You are too weak now. Cherish your talent and don't waste it."

"Say the last thing."

The Sixth Mountain Master turned around coldly: "I'm keeping an eye on you."

Before Anle could react, he was already carrying a huge pine sword box up the mountain.

Looking at the characterful Sixth Mountain Master, Anle couldn't help but soften his face. He originally thought that rejecting the other mountain guard's invitation would offend him, but now it seems that he was thinking too narrowly.

Madam Hua chuckled: "What the Mountain Master said is true. Obtaining the Little Holy Order is just the beginning. Don't be arrogant."

Anle bowed and said yes.

"You go down the mountain and go back to Lin'an with Zhui Feng and Jiumei. I have something else to do, so I'll say goodbye."

Mrs. Hua stood in the spring breeze, looking at the young man with admiration in her eyes.

Then the sword light lingered around him, jumped into the mist of the mountains, disappeared without a trace, and escaped into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

The spring rain has stopped, and the setting sun seems to be shining behind the clouds.

Walking to the bottom of the mountain, Anle turned around and looked at the stone path in the mountain. The awkwardness, frustration and hesitation of climbing the mountain for the first time made him smile knowingly.

Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.

Anle is dressed elegantly in white, with a spine as proud as a bamboo, a green mountain at her waist, and a sword in the ink pool.

Stepping on fallen flowers and mud, accompanied by new grass after the rain.

He walked calmly towards the Lin Mansion's chariot parked far away.

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The rain stops, the sand slips away, and the wind calms the cicadas in the wild.

The buildings of the Academy of Literature with white walls and black tiles were washed by a spring rain and hazy in the mist.

The ordinary thatched cottage is quiet inside, the water in the carbon stove under the eaves is still boiling, and the heat is rising.

The two old men playing chess were already about to leave.

Finished the last sip of West Lake Longjing.

Zhao Huangting, the old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, stood up and stretched: "Let's end the chess game today. We won't win or lose. We can talk about it another day."

The third master was accustomed to Zhao Huangting's shamelessness, so he chuckled and put the chess piece back into the box.

"Is it as you wish?" Sanfuzi asked.

"The performance is quite good. Maybe Qingshan will live up to his gift."

Zhao Huangting was in a good mood, twitching his eyebrows and smiling.

"After today, Xiaoyou An will be famous in Lin'an. His paintings, poems, and swords will all be praised by others. The true prosperity of Lin'an Mansion will be opened to him, and the wealth that erodes the soul will be like this. The flood is coming like a ferocious beast, I hope he can stick to his heart.”

"The only flaw is that Master Lao Liu is just trying to waste my favor. What a bad guy!"

Zhao Huangting put his hands behind his back and stepped out of the thatched cottage, stepping on the muddy path.

He waved his hand without looking back.

"Let's go, make a pot of Yanchunli old rice wine and cut up two pounds of Dingyaxiang's braised beef."

"Go back to Taimiao Lane and celebrate Little Friend An."

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