Chapter 49: Mr. An, Besides Painting Bamboo, Can You Paint Anything Else?

The breeze of the morning light blew on his face, bringing the unique coolness of spring. After eating the tofu pudding sold by the small vendor at the corner of the alley, Anle walked slowly, enjoying the spring breeze, and went to the West Lake while reading a book.

The water is bright and beautiful when it is sunny, and the mountains are misty when it rains.

The West Lake on rainy days and sunny days is two different scenery. The sun shines behind the clouds in the sky, shining on the sparkling surface of the lake, like sifted gold sand rolling in the palm.

On the embankment, literati and poets gathered as always, and the flower boats in the lake were rippling, like a tender grass, disturbing the softness in the hearts of literati and poets.

Anle walked to the embankment and looked at the lake water, feeling quite good.

He took a walk and read, waiting for the arrival of the female sword fairy and flower queen on the flower boat in the middle of the lake. However, he had not seen Fairy Yunrou in the past few days, and Anle didn't know if he could see her now.

But walking along the West Lake every day, whether reading or enjoying the scenery, is also a different taste.

However, the atmosphere on the embankment today was somewhat different from usual.

The literati gathered together, whispering to each other, and their eyes were full of gossip.

"Have you heard of the master An who won the Little Saint Order at the Sixth Mountain yesterday?!"

"I am studying at the Academy of Literature, how can I not know Master An? His ink bamboo is very different from the previous manual bamboo, which is really amazing and dazzling."

"I had the honor to see the copy of the ink bamboo painting that circulated from the Academy of Literature. The burnt ink and light ink echoed each other, which was indeed ingenious."

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The literati were very talkative, and they all called Master An.

After listening for a while, An Le realized that this Master An... was actually himself.

An Le, who was in high spirits, did not leave, and gathered at the embankment to listen to the flattery of the literati, and sometimes even mixed in a sentence to mention some appreciation of the ink bamboo painting.

"This brother has also seen the ink bamboo painting?"

A scholar was immediately surprised by Anle's sharp comments and bowed to greet him.

Anle bowed humbly in return: "I'm lucky to have met you a few times."

"Oh? Brother is also studying in the Academy of Literature?" Many scholars asked curiously, after all, they were quite unfamiliar with Anle.

"That's not the case. I work as a painter in the Lin Mansion and paint for the young masters of the Lin Mansion in my spare time."

Anle smiled and responded. He had indeed never been to the Academy of Literature.

Many scholars were very interested and communicated with Anle. Anle chatted for a while. Fairy Yunrou did not appear today, so he said goodbye and left to work in the Lin Mansion.

Although he won the Little Saint Order and shocked Lin'an with a painting.

But all this did not change much in his life. He would still go to the Lin Mansion to work, and still study hard to prepare for the Spring Examination.

Anle walked on the bluestone road, with Qingshan and Mochi on his waist, and disappeared on the long embankment.

Many scholars retracted their gazes, only feeling that Anle was interesting, and recognized that Anle must come to the West Lake every day to watch the girls in the flower boats.

Suddenly, a scholar from the Academy of Literature shouted in surprise.

Looking at the direction where Anle left, his eyes were slightly excited.

"As far as I know, the Lin Mansion recruited painters some time ago, and Mr. An stood out and entered the Lin Mansion and became a painter in the Lin Mansion..."

"Do you think this brother just now is Mr. An?"

The literati were stunned for a moment, and looked at the direction where Anle left frequently, and then laughed out loud, thinking that such an idea was really absurd and ridiculous: "How could Mr. An, who is such a person, come to the West Lake every day to watch the girls in the flower boats in the lake?"

"How could such a person as Mr. An share the same interests as us?"

Laughter broke out on the embankment.

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Anle didn’t know what happened by the West Lake after he left, and even if he knew, he would just smile.

Following the bustling streets, bathing in the warm spring sun, stepping into the quiet streets, passing the stone tablet and jade square that made all the civil and military officials in the court dismount, he saw the iconic eight-treasure double-eaved dripping Tianbo Tower of the Lin Mansion.

The one who opened the door was still the shy maid Liuxiang. Seeing the elegant and charming Anle, Liuxiang pursed her lips, full of shyness.

Yesterday, Anle defeated many geniuses in the Sixth Mountain and won the Little Saint Order. After Lin Zhuifeng returned to the mansion, he began to publicize it, so most people in the mansion knew about Anle’s deeds.

Now seeing Anle, with the blessing of his deeds, Liuxiang felt that Master An was as handsome as a fairy from heaven.

Anle smiled gently and entered the Lin Mansion under the guidance of Liuxiang.

Originally, Anle wanted to see Madam Hua to ask about the Little Saint List, but Liuxiang told Anle that Madam Hua had not returned yet, so Anle went directly to the martial arts hall.

"Master An."

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin saw Anle and joked with a smile.

Anle waved his hand when he heard it: "How dare I call you master."

In the martial arts hall, the young masters of the Lin Mansion were all dressed in tight clothes, and they looked very energetic. They seemed to be going out, but they seemed to be waiting for Anle.

Yesterday, they naturally went to the Sixth Mountain, wanting to try their luck to see if they could become mountain keepers, but unexpectedly saw the grace of Anle, the familiar painter of the Lin Mansion.

The eighth son Lin Ye came over eagerly: "Master An, you are finally here. Your ink bamboo is now famous in Lin'an. Not only in the Academy of Literature, but also in the Martial Temple, many people praise it."

"We are going to the Martial Temple to take the spring martial arts exam. After the martial arts exam, many of us will go to Canglang River to restore the former glory of the Lin Mansion."

"Today I stayed here to meet Master An."

The young masters of the Lin Mansion around also smiled one after another.

Anle got familiar with everyone, and there were fewer strangers between them. Those young masters of the Lin Mansion who seemed difficult to get along with were actually quite easy to get along with.

"I promised Madam Hua to paint a painting for you gentlemen. The painting has not been finished yet, and it will take a long time."

Anle said seriously.

Going on an expedition to the frontier, life or death is unknown, but Anle hopes they can return safely.

Everyone chuckled and continued talking.

During the conversation, Anle absorbed the energy of time from all the young masters.

One person still has three rays, but five people can be absorbed, for a total of fifteen rays.

Like Eight Young Master Lin Ye, after this time, he was completely emptied of Anle, and his body no longer had the energy of time.

These young men in the Lin Mansion can no longer afford An Le Sui for much longer.

There are a total of fifteen rays of time energy. This time, Anle did not hesitate too much. He chose to divide it into three parts and evenly blessed them on the Tao fruits that needed to be blessed with time energy.

As for the practice methods, "Five Birds Strengthening Technique" and "Sword Waterfall Picture", they have been blessed a lot before, so there is no need to add more for the time being.

After the blessing was completed, Anle felt his mind shake slightly, and his body seemed to have undergone some changes.

The improvement is not obvious, but it changes Anle subtly.

The young masters of the Lin Mansion chatted with An Le one after another. After the time was almost up, they left the Lin Mansion together and headed towards the Martial Arts Temple. Lin Zhuifeng also had to take the martial arts exam at the Martial Arts Temple, so only the ninth sister Lin Qingyin was left alone with An Le.

Of course, it is not necessarily true that he is alone. There are servants from the palace waiting in the distance, waiting for orders.

The two came to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion and sat in the pavilion.

The spring breeze blows, causing ripples in the blue water in the pool to reach the sky.

"Sir, are you still teaching painting today?"

Lin Qingyin said softly.

An Le smiled: "Today I will teach you still life sketching in sketching."

Afterwards, he asked the maid Liuxiang for an apple, placed it on the table deliberately piled with wrinkled silk, and taught Lin Qingyin how to control and describe the light and darkness of apples and fabrics through sketches.

Lin Qingyin was serious in his studies, and Anle was also very serious in his teachings.

The sound left by the charcoal scratching on the paper is like the chirping of cicadas in summer, bringing tranquility to the soul.

Suddenly, on the white jade arch bridge of the waterside pavilion, Mrs. Hua's personal maid walked towards her, smelling the fragrance.

"Mr. An, Miss Ninth."

Xixiang bowed and saluted.

"Madam has just returned from the summons. If Mr. An comes to the house, you can go and see the Fourth Master. Regarding the news about the Little Holy List, Madam has asked the Fourth Master to inform you on your behalf."

Hearing this, Anle immediately bowed in return and said, "Thank you, Madam, for your concern."

"Sir, you can go ahead. I can paint alone in the hall. After the painting is finished, I will comment on it tomorrow." Lin Qingyin stood up and smiled gently.

Anle heard the words and no longer hesitated. After nodding, he bowed to Lin Qingyin and said goodbye, and headed towards Qingfeng Garden with Xixiang.

Before entering the garden, I heard a sound of horses neighing outside.

"The Fourth Master has lived in the Yuan-Meng Empire for a long time, and gradually developed a habit of raising and training horses. I heard that the Fourth Master has a stolen Li horse in his courtyard, which runs like black lightning and has a violent temper."

Xixiang said softly, and then knocked on the door of Qingfeng Garden.

"Fourth Master, my wife asked me to bring Mr. An to see you." Xixiang said.

"Come in." A faint voice came from the garden, and the door opened with a flick of the mind.

Qingfeng Garden is actually very large, and there is also a small grassland. Fourth Master Lin is wearing a Confucian shirt, with a table in front of him, and rice paper spread out on the table.

Fourth Master Lin frowned, with a sad face painting the rogue horse lazily basking in the warm spring sun in the pasture.

Seeing An Le, Fourth Master Lin nodded slightly and chuckled: "We said goodbye last time, and I have to greet you when we see you again."

An Le waved his hands with a look on his face: "I don't dare, Fourth Master just call me An Le."

Fourth Master Lin seemed to have thought of something, and looked at An Le with his eyes brightening: "I want to make a painting for my thief, but my painting skills are poor..."

"I wonder if Mr. An can paint other things besides painting bamboo?"