Chapter 65: Drinking a Cup of Fireworks, the Green Mountains Were Once Stained with the Blood of Immortals

The setting sun gradually disappears, and the darkness is like a blur of ink, like a bright moon and bright stars hanging in the night sky.

The carriage drove into Lin'an Mansion and headed towards Lin Mansion.

Before Anle returned to Taimiao Lane, he followed the carriage to the Lin Mansion. Madam Hua helped him get a chance to see Wu Kuishi. Now that he was back, he wanted to see Madam Hua.

In addition, Anle also has a doubt that he wants to ask.

Ye Wenxi, Lin Qingyin and An Le got off the carriage. The plump maid next to Madam Hua, with a fragrant fragrance and a smile on her face, led the three of them to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion.

Mrs. Ye had already left and returned to the mansion first. Mrs. Hua was left alone in the waterside pavilion, holding a candle and reading.

The moonlight and starlight reflect in the large pool, and the shadows of the waterside pavilions and trees are mottled, making it quiet and elegant.

Everyone entered the main hall of the water pavilion. Ye Wenxi, Lin Qingyin and Mrs. Hua paid their respects and then left one after another.

After Ye Wenxi and Lin Qingyin left, Madam Hua raised her eyes and glanced over to look at the young man draped in moonlight, with a body as dazzling as a star god.

"With the cohesion of Qi and blood, it seems that Guanwu Kuishi has gained a lot."

Mrs. Hua closed the book and chuckled: "Can you get martial arts scriptures by watching the stone?"

Anle did not hide anything and told him about the help of many military commanders to deduce the Five Animals.

"Oh? This is a different kind of opportunity. You entered the practice of practicing the five birds. Now you continue to practice the five birds. It is naturally the most suitable for you. You can evolve the five birds with the intention of the ancient demon... This new Even if the rank of Wuqin is not as good as Tongkui Wujing, it is still almost the same."

Mrs. Flower praised.

"This way, your shortcomings in body training can be considered to be made up."

An Le cupped his fists and bowed, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Mrs. Hua, for giving me this opportunity to watch Wu Kuishi."

Mrs. Hua smiled and said: "It is not difficult for you to watch Wu Kuishi. I have a very good relationship with Mrs. Ye. For her, it is just a piece of cake."

"You can get the opportunity from Wu Kui Stone. This is the most valuable thing."

"Although this opportunity is due to the help of Qingshan Sword Qi, Qingshan belongs to you now, and there is nothing wrong with Qingshan's help."

Madam Hua nodded slightly: "Now that your energy and blood are cohesive, this trip to the martial arts temple has made your martial arts practice a lot better. Seize this opportunity to consolidate it, and by the way, hit the realm of inner elixir training."

"Spring will be here in another half month. It will be of great benefit to you to be able to step into the inner alchemy before spring. If you have time during this half month, come to Lin Mansion to paint. If not, study hard and prepare for spring."

Hearing this, Anle first thanked Madam Hua for the leave, then thought about it and said, "Madam Hua, today I heard Madam Ye said that there will be a trial in front of the palace to settle the matter..."

Inside the waterside pavilion, there is a gentle breeze.

Madam Hua raised her head, her beautiful eyes fell on An Le, and shook her head gently: "Chun Wei, just do your best, don't have too much burden. Although you hold the Little Holy Order, you need to be the top scholar to talk to the Holy Master, but now you My cultivation is still shallow, so I don’t have much chance of success this time. I can wait until the next spring.”

"As for the trial in front of the palace, you don't need to think too much, it has nothing to do with you."

After Mrs. Hua finished speaking, the waterside pavilion was silent for a while.

An Le doesn't ask any more questions.

Just as Anle has always believed, a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring. Madam Hua helped him a lot on the road of spiritual practice. If there is an opportunity to help Madam Hua, Anle will do his best.

"Consolidate what you have gained from this stone viewing and go back. I am tired."

Mrs. Hua said softly.

An Le didn't bother her too much, bowed and said goodbye, and left the Lin Mansion with Xixiang.

Under the spring night, the Tianbo Water Pavilion is quiet and cold. The large pool reflects the starlight and moonlight in the sky. A corner of the dripping Tianbo Tower with double eaves and octagonal eaves is dimly exposed.

Mrs. Hua let out a breath. The closer spring is, the closer it will be for her to leave Lin'an.

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The starlight suddenly followed the white dew, and reflected the cold light of the Big Dipper.

The moonlight shines on the stone tablet archway of Lin Mansion, casting a cold slanting shadow.

Anle looked back at the Tianbo Pavilion that jumped out of the Lin Mansion, then turned and left, walking out of the quiet street.

Although it was getting late today, he still went to Yanchunli as usual. The tavern in the alley was dimly lit and still open, and it was quite lively with customers coming and going.

The shopkeeper of the tavern is a middle-aged lady who still retains her charm. Time has added a few wrinkles to her face. Seeing Anle set foot in the tavern, the female shopkeeper was deeply impressed by this handsome and extraordinary young man.

He couldn't help but smile and asked: "Sir, are you still the same?"

An Le smiled gently and nodded: "A pot of old rice wine."

The female shopkeeper personally poured wine for Anle, opened the lid, and poured the wine into the bamboo basket, and the aroma overflowed.

Anle took the old rice wine prepared by the female shopkeeper, paid the money, and left.

The female shopkeeper behind her looked at her for a long time, and when a guest officer called for drinks, she cursed and asked her why she was in a hurry while getting drinks.

An Le took a bottle of wine, smelled the laughter in the tavern behind him, and left bathing in the starlight.

A pot of wine and a pile of meat.

People come and go, people stay.

It is the fireworks of the world.

After exiting the alley Yanchunli, we walked straight onto Qingbo Street and headed towards Taimiao Lane.

Qingbo Street is very cold at night, and the excitement is all in Yu Street.

Anle wears a green robe, wearing a green mountain and an ink pond on her waist, carrying a pot of old wine, walking slowly, bathing in the cold spring night wind, and her mood is quite peaceful.

The Qi and blood in his body surged, making him feel no chill at all. After being tempered with Qingshan Sword Qi and Wukuishi Qi and blood, his body contained majestic strength and vitality.

Suddenly, Anle stopped and looked up. There was a figure standing quietly at the intersection of Qingbo Street. The moonlight and starlight were all over him. The sound of the sound of the sound and the breeze were blowing. He was isolated from the world, like an immortal who was not affected by the worldly smoke.

Even Anle was also attracted by the handsomeness and extraordinaryness of the other party.

The long street was quiet, and only the two of them were looking at each other from a distance.

Anle knew that the other party was looking for him, otherwise he would not wait at the intersection of Qingbo Street.

However, what made Anle puzzled was when he had provoked such a person?

"Are you Anle?"

With a gentle smile on his face, people felt like spring breeze. The man looked at him with curiosity in his dark eyes.

"I am Anle. May I ask who you are..." Anle clasped his fists and bowed.

The man's hair was loose and hanging down. He raised his eyes slightly and clasped his fists: "My surname is Zhao, my name is Xianyou, you can call me Zhao Jiu."

Hmm? Zhao Xianyou?

Anle was startled. Zhao Xianyou was the first on the Little Saint List?

When Fourth Master Lin gave him the Little Saint List, he asked who Zhao Xianyou was. Fourth Master said he was the ninth prince of the Great Zhao, the peerless figure who caused immortals to leave the Heaven Gate when he was born, and the old Heavenly Master of Zhenwu Temple rode a crane to the south of the Yangtze River.

Anle frowned slightly, as if he couldn't figure out why such a person came to see him.

Could it be that he wanted to win him over?

Zhao Xianyou looked at Anle, his eyes moved sideways, and saw the Qingshan and Mochi worn on Anle's waist, so his eyes moved again and fell on the pot of old yellow wine in Anle's hand.

"Wine?" Zhao Xianyou asked knowingly.

Anle mentioned the old yellow wine: "The old yellow wine of a tavern in Yanchunli is a folk light wine. Your Highness may not be used to it."

"Just call me Zhao Jiu, don't call me Your Highness." Zhao Xianyou said softly, and then asked again: "Can I have a drink?"

Anle was speechless, looking at the other person's blinking eyes, and his extraordinary temperament was slightly dispersed.

"Of course you can."

"If you don't mind, you can sit in the small courtyard."

"I wonder if my old friend is still here today." Anle smiled and walked towards Qingbo Street.

Passing by Zhao Xianyou's side, Zhao Xianyou naturally walked side by side with Anle.

One in gorgeous clothes and the other in green clothes, bathing in the moonlight, the two people walked leisurely into Taimiao Lane.

When passing by the dimly lit Taimiao, Zhao Xianyou stopped and leaned slightly, and then followed Anle into Taimiao Lane.

No one was waiting at the gate of the small courtyard. Anle knew that the old man of Taimiao would not come to drink tonight.

Unlocking, pushing the door, the creaking sound broke the silence of the courtyard, the old locust tree in the courtyard cast a mottled shadow, rustling slightly in the spring breeze at night.

"Ninth Master, please."

Anle said.

Zhao Xianyou was stunned, his eyebrows narrowed, and he seemed to like this title quite a lot.

Anle moved out a small table, a small chair, and two cups with ease.

Zhao Xianyou did not dislike it, and sat on the small chair opposite Anle.

The heated old yellow wine was taken out, and a cup was poured for Zhao Xianyou. The two raised their cups and drank in silence.

Zhao Xianyou drank it all in one gulp, his eyes lit up slightly, and smacked his lips: "Although there is no spiritual energy in the wine, it has a special taste. I have never drunk it before, and it tastes different."

"Maybe it's the fireworks of the world?" Anle looked at Zhao Xianyou who looked like a banished immortal, and said jokingly.

Zhao Xianyou was stunned, as if he had realized something, then he smiled and said, "I have to have another cup."

Anle said nothing and poured the wine.

Another cup, one cup after another, how many cups.

A pot of old yellow wine was quickly finished, Anle only drank three or two cups, and the rest fell into the stomach of Zhao Xianyou who only said to drink one cup.

"Although the wine is ordinary, you said the fireworks of the world, but the more I drink, the more delicious it is." Zhao Xianyou narrowed his eyes and savored it.

Anle just thought that the ninth prince who was called the immortal who came to the mortal world was really interesting: "I will make a pot of old yellow wine every day. If you like it, you can come to my small courtyard to sit when you are free."

Zhao Xianyou stood up, his hair fluttering: "That's what you said, I remember it."

"This wine should be paired with Dingya Lane's braised beef, the taste is better." Anle said.

Zhao Xianyou chuckled, looked up at the moon, then looked at Anle, clasped his fists and said, "Can I see Qingshan?"

"Someone once said that I was not worthy of Qingshan, but I was not convinced. Today, I saw Mr. An wearing Qingshan on his waist, and I was curious, so I came to see it."

Anle sat on the chair, looking at Zhao Xianyou, who was bathed in the moonlight and was out of this world.

He did not refuse the other party's request, and gently patted Qingshan on his waist.

The sword energy is approaching!

The broken bamboo sword Qingshan suddenly shot out, turned into a ray of light that tore through the night, and suddenly stabbed Zhao Xianyou.

Zhao Xianyou put one hand behind his back and raised the other hand, and his five fingers were like a divine spear piercing the sky, grabbing Qingshan.

But when the five fingers were about to grab the broken bamboo sword, he seemed to see drops of blood on the surface of the broken bamboo sword.

Every drop of blood seemed to come from the same source as him!

The five fingers like hooks turned into bent fingers, and tapped Qingshan lightly.

With a clear sound of sword, Qingshan slashed out and stabbed the trunk of the old locust tree in the courtyard, and the sword body and hilt trembled slightly.

Zhao Xianyou's eyebrows were melancholy, but he also felt relieved that all his doubts were resolved.

Suddenly he understood why the old uncle said that he was not worthy of this sword.

Just because.

The bamboo sword Qingshan once opened the gate of heaven and was stained with the blood of the immortal.

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