Chapter 80: A Sword in the Green Mountain Drinks the Aura of the Greatness, and the Years Are Seen in the Wenqu Monument

A secluded path leads directly to the hut.

Starlight and moonlight shone, covering the thatched roof with a layer of gauze like plain snow.

Two people sat opposite each other under the eaves, making tea on a charcoal stove.

The first is like a clear wave showing the eyes of a crab, and the second is like a light car turning Yang Chang.

For a moment, the roaring waves are unstoppable, and the tongue spreads and the sweet fragrance floats.

Above the charcoal stove, the boiling water is noisy, and the tea leaves stretch and float with the boiling water in the stove.

The two old men sat around the charcoal stove. The heat in the stove dispelled the cold spring weather. The time written on the paper by the two men was indeed the same. They believed that the time for Anle to ask the question of the heart should be a quarter of an hour.

However, the two people gave the same answer and got the same result, both of which were wrong.

It only took half a moment for Anle to start, finish asking, and then walk through the forest, faster than they expected.

"Having asked your mind for a moment, the road is smooth and the road is opened for you. This child... has found a new path."

The doctor Zhu Huoxi sighed softly: "You and I are both old, and sometimes we make mistakes."

"The moment he came out of the woods, that was the fastest speed in the history of our country for thousands of years. It was achieved by Su Zhanxian, who was famous for his outstanding literary talent."

"But I never thought that this record would be broken today."

The third wife, Wang Banshan, stroked his beard and lowered his eyes, looking at the tea leaves floating up and down in the furnace, shaking his head and chuckling.

"It seems that this boy has gained a lot in Wenxin Forest. Perhaps he has sorted out his future path and has a clear enough plan for his future journey, so that he can go out of Wenxin Forest smoothly."

Zhu Huoxi stroked his beard and chuckled: "This boy is really suitable for our liberal arts college. Master Banshan, why don't you try to win him back?"

"The Academy of Arts can't keep him, so why bother to humiliate himself?"

Wang Banshan said softly.

Zhu Huo was delighted to hear the words and couldn't help but remain silent.

"If scholars are infected with some bad habits, they will lose their purity, and the fog on the road will become thicker. How can today's liberal arts colleges retain such geniuses? Over the years, many outstanding people have emerged from the Martial Temple, all trying to regain their homeland. For their own responsibilities, Ye Longsheng, Zhong Shiji, Di Zang, Han Zhongyuan... who else is there in the liberal arts academy? "

"Li Youan? Su Zhanxian? They have never entered the liberal arts academy."

Wang Banshan said softly, as if whispering, with a hint of helplessness.

"It's not just the Academy of Arts, but the same is true for the huge imperial court. The atmosphere of extravagance and decadence is like maggots in the tarsus. If I were allowed to come, I would definitely change everything drastically." Wang Banshan took a sip of tea as if he was angry.

Zhu Huoxi sighed.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Wang Banshan. He could see that the third wife of the Academy of Arts seemed to have a ball of fire in his eyes, as if he was about to set off a prairie fire.

Wang Banshan poured a cup of hot tea for Zhu Huoxi. The two of them sat under the eaves holding tea, looking up at the long starry sky on a spring night.

After a long while, Zhu Huoxi chuckled: "Just do whatever you want to do. Heaven and earth are reasonable. Within the scope of reason, I will help you."

Wang Banshan chuckled, raised his teacup, and knocked it gently with Zhu Huoxi.

It seemed as if what the two of them were drinking at this moment was not tea, but wine.

After taking a sip from the cup and filtering out the dust, I suddenly felt the coolness on my lips.

Although there are five thousand volumes of writing in his mind, his new poems are enough to catch up with the late Tang Dynasty.

Scholars don't have the appearance of wealth and honor, so why should they boast about their wealth and status when they are proud?

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Above the sea of ​​bamboo, the evening breeze blows gently.

Several figures of souls appeared on it, shining like stars.

Zhao Huangting laughed heartily, and his soul penetrated the bamboo sea in Wenxin Forest, and saw the agile but real black bamboo. At this moment, Zhao Huangting knew that this was the black bamboo that belonged to Anle.

"It is indeed Wenxinlin that has been passed down by the Academy of Arts for thousands of years. Although the Academy of Arts has produced some heartless people like Qin Lishi in recent years, there is nothing to say about the foundation of the Academy of Arts."

Zhao Huangting laughed endlessly, but he did not express any taboo about the Academy of Arts in his words.

The spirits of Li Youan, Mrs. Hua, and Fourth Master Lin who sneaked over all chuckled, and also felt a bit emotional.

Asking Xinlin for a while, this shows one thing, that is, a peaceful state of mind has been greatly baptized, and the confusion in my heart has been resolved.

The future will be smooth and smooth, and no random flowers can confuse his eyes or derail his pursuit of the Tao.

It is absolutely impossible for a tofu Taoist heart like Luo Qingchen to appear.

"Good guy, the Literary Academy has spent a lot of money this time. The Wenqu Monument was moved yesterday, so they did not hesitate to take out Wen Xinlin. This is to sell it well and form a good relationship."

Zhao Huangting saw through the intentions of the three masters of the Academy of Arts at a glance.

"Anle has indeed received help from Wenxinlin. He has consolidated his Taoist mind and cleansed his state of mind. The goal of forming a good relationship has been achieved."

Mrs. Hua's soul was as erratic as the goddess of the Nine Heavens, her eyes were shining, and she also spoke.

"This artist's style of painting ink bamboo has changed. Although he pioneered the ink bamboo school in the past, I always felt that his bamboo... was imitating his predecessors. Now, it has its own spirituality."

Li Youan nodded, he was more concerned about the transformation of Anle Mozhu.

"This is the purpose of Wen Xinlin. The academy, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has a profound foundation after all."

Zhao Huangting was amazed and happy.

"It's good."

Li Youan put his hands behind his hands and looked across the sea of ​​bamboos to see the Wenqu stele reflecting the starlight in the pavilion.

His eyes flickered, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Everyone's soul has not dispersed, and it is rare to appear here. Naturally, they want to see if Anle can gain anything in front of the Wenqu Monument.

Interrogating Xinlin is a kind of opportunity, but in front of Wenqu Monument, it is not known whether Anle will have a greater opportunity.

Therefore, they were all a little curious.

The Wenqu Monument can gather literary courage and also condense the aura. If you can do both, your future is limitless!

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An Le came out of the Wenxin Forest, his white clothes were whiter than snow, and the green mountains and ink pool on his waist trembled slightly, as if there was a high-pitched sword chant, swinging around, causing the bamboo leaves to be sharp.

The sky connected the clouds and waves with the morning mist, and the Milky Way was about to turn and the sails danced.

An Le's white clothes were bathed in starlight, as if there was a hidden brilliance. His palm fell on the hilt of the sword, suppressing the restless green mountains and ink pool.

Lu Ting stood quietly, falling under the stars in the sky, and his shadow appeared in the depths of the bamboo sea.

The starlight was reflected on the Wenqu Monument, as if attracting the Wenqu Star in the sky.

This monument is very high, but the surface is as smooth as a mirror. It uses starlight as words, gathers knowledge in it, and is full of the breath of historical precipitation.

Viewing the monument is like viewing the ancient, which is even more strange in An Le's eyes.

On the Wenqu Monument, there seemed to be a wisp of the air of time entwining, spreading, and swaying like seaweed...

Anle's eyes narrowed slightly.

His heart was shaken, and he confirmed again and again whether the air swaying on the Wenqu Monument was really the air of time. After all, except for the cultivators, it was the first time that Anle saw the air of time on other things.

Except for the real people, can the air of time also be gathered?

That's why Anle was shocked.

In white clothes, Anle walked with a sword, walked on foot, and climbed up to the stele pavilion.

The stele pavilion stood here in silence, and the surroundings were covered with layers of bamboo leaves, which changed endlessly from spring to autumn.

Anle could feel that there seemed to be a great will in the stele pavilion, and this will was like a pair of eyes, falling on him through the years.

It was slightly heavy, but still bearable.

It was as if the will of the literati ancestors who left traces in the long river of time was watching him.

Anle approached the stele pavilion step by step, and it was within reach.

Looking at the smooth Wenqu stele, it seemed to reflect the star map, like a starry sky.

After watching the Wenqu stele for a long time, Anle felt calm, and the transcendent mind that had just broken through to perfection was also flowing quietly like a clear spring.

Watching closely, Anle discovered the difference in the air of time. The air of time on the Wenqu stele was covered with a layer of haziness, which made it even more illusory.

Anle took a deep breath, and his face showed a bit of respect.

With a move of mind, he began to absorb a wisp of air of time.

Then another wisp, and another wisp.

A breeze came slowly, carrying a few bamboo leaves that passed by, and the bamboo leaves seemed to turn over the picture as they rolled.

In the picture, there was a skinny old man holding a bamboo stick, standing under the starry sky and reciting poems.

There was a woman in red makeup, writing the Spring and Autumn Annals.

There was a swordsman holding a sword and wearing a bamboo hat, reciting poems while killing people.

The drinking scholar, the ink-splashing madman, the spear-dancing general...

One after another, the scenes of the years with the romantic predecessors in front of the Wenqu Monument passed by quickly in front of his eyes, and one after another, the figures that had been beaten up and down by the years reappeared in the world.

Every time the scenes flowed by, there was a white clear air surging in the Wenqu Monument.

In the Wenyuan.

The first, second and third masters were all staring at this moment.

Zhao Huangting, Madam Hua, Li Youan and others also watched carefully.

The official in charge of recording in the Ministry of Rites was already excited.

The starlight spread from the Wenqu Monument and spread around the white-clothed boy. Indistinctly, there seemed to be a series of blurred figures around the boy, floating with the gathering of starlight.

Anle's face gradually began to turn pale, and his mental strength was consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But he was still unaware, constantly observing the years, even though no golden years had appeared, and no years of Dao fruit had condensed.

However, Anle's years were increasing, as if he had a long conversation with the heroes and scholars in front of the Wenqu Monument in the past ten thousand years.

This night was wonderful and painful.

On the Wenqu Monument, Anle absorbed eighteen strands of years, and his mind was exhausted. He could no longer observe the pictures, no longer ask the ancients, and swim in the long river of time.

It was like a hole in a boat, and the water flowed in. The boat was also difficult to sail and gradually sank.

A gust of night wind blew, and the white clothes fluttered. Anle opened his eyes, and he had to use the green mountain to support the ground with his mind exhausted to stabilize his body without falling.

He saw that on the Wenqu Monument, there was a majestic white air surging out, like a mist in the mountains at dawn.

Faintly, he seemed to see the seniors who had watched from the years, hazy in the clear air, smiling and nodding at him.

At the moment when the white clear air appeared.

The souls of many powerful people who were watching were suddenly excited.

They were all shocked and murmured.

"Haoran!"

Haoran appeared in the starry sky!

But the next moment, the souls of many excited powerful people seemed to be splashed with cold water, and they were stunned and sighed one by one.

However, the white clear air from the Wenqu monument was not absorbed, nor was it integrated into the young man's body. Instead, it flowed into the broken bamboo sword that the young man was leaning on.

Qingshan drank Haoran with one sword.

The light of the bamboo sword flickered slightly, and it seemed to have returned to silence, without any movement.

Under the starry sky, many powerful people sighed after being stunned.

"Haoran was brought out, but he never applied it to the young man. This... is really a pity."

Outside the Wenxin Forest, the second master Pang Ji sighed.

"How can Qingshan... absorb even Haoran?"

In the thatched cottage, the first master Zhu Huoxi was also stunned, and then he was a little puzzled.

The third master Wang Banshan stroked his long beard, not knowing what to say.

The young man indeed attracted Haoran, but Haoran was absorbed by a sword, just like provoking a meat bun and feeding it to a dog...

Although Qingshan is extraordinary and cannot be compared to a dog, this is how the scholars in the Academy of Arts feel at the moment.

In front of the Wenqu Monument, it is the easiest to arouse Haoran for the first time. The further you go, the harder it becomes. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

It may be impossible for Anle to achieve Haoran again.

Wenxinlin disappeared without a trace, and the many Confucian scholars who were lost in it all regained their clarity and no longer ran around like headless flies.

They also saw the young man standing in front of the Monument House, arousing Haoran.

Many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list felt as if they were struck by lightning, and their pride felt as if they had been completely shattered.

However, as the awe-inspiring spirit surging in the Wenqu stele was absorbed by the Broken Bamboo Sword, the Confucian scholars felt a sense of schadenfreude.

Seeing that peace and happiness have not yet come to Haoran, I feel a little happy in my heart.

You will feel in your heart that this An family member has never made a grand appearance like them, but he is not that unattainable and incomparable.

Under the night sky, the breeze blew and there was silence.

Mrs. Hua's soul looked at Zhao Huangting with a puzzled look, and even Li Youan couldn't bear to glance at it.

The two seemed to be asking, what's going on with the green mountain you gave me as a gift? !

Seeing that Haoran was about to join in, Qingshan stepped in...

Is this Qingshan a spy planted by you, Zhao Huangting?

Zhao Huangting was also speechless: "Don't look at me. How do I know what's going on?"

"When I looked at this Wenqu stele, it didn't attract Haoran. If I knew that Qingshan loved drinking Haoran, I regret it now. I should have slashed the Wenqu stele with my sword at that time." Kanshu La

Zhao Huangting smacked his lips and said.

If Haoran is added to the body, peace and happiness will be obtained, and confusion will be eliminated on the path of practice. Evil spirits and monsters will not dare to approach him. The path of practice will be smooth, and it will not be a problem to set foot in the nine realms.

But the problem is, now that Haoran has been intercepted by Qingshan, everyone feels a little uncomfortable and regretful.

"However, Qingshan is quite mysterious. I have only scratched the surface in my exploration of it over the years. Maybe after drinking all the vastness of Qingshan, Qingshan can undergo a transformation that I don't know about and bring back peace and happiness." Zhao Huangting thought for a while and said.

"Actually, Qingshan wears a sword for peace and happiness, and it contains greatness, which is also the same as peace and happiness. There is not much difference."

Li Youan said.

However, everyone knows that these are just words of comfort. There is a big difference between a sword and a person.

"Anle seemed to be mentally exhausted just now. Maybe Qingshan left Haoran for him?"

Mrs. Hua pondered and could only give this explanation.

But I have to say that everyone is still quite regretful that they could not see the birth of a generation of great scholars.

Everyone stopped watching and their minds dispersed.

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In the pavilion.

Anle raised the green mountain and rubbed it gently with his palms. He could feel that the green mountain had absorbed the white fresh air and seemed to have different changes.

Qingshan seems to be enjoying the caress of peace, with sword light flowing.

The other ink pool on his waist did not dare to move in front of Haoran, and he even tried to draw it.

Although we have not achieved Haoran, peace and happiness are not without gains. The spirit between the eyebrows and the heart has been exhausted, but it will definitely become stronger after recovery. In addition, the eighteen rays of age energy from the Wenqu stele have been absorbed today. But being able to absorb additional energy is equivalent to developing another function of the light curtain. Peace and happiness are also joy in the heart.

Looking at the scenes of the time of those ancient and romantic predecessors, Anle has made great progress in practice and knowledge.

Although Haoran has not joined the body, Anle does not have too many disappointments and regrets.

if I get it I am lucky, but if not, it is fate.

Not pleased, not to have compassion.

Qingshan wears his waist, and Anle's face remains pale with exhaustion. He takes a step back and bows towards the Wenqu stele.

Then he no longer lingered on observing the monument and turned around to leave the monument house.

Bask in the starlight and leave in style.

On the Wenqu stele, the starlight disappeared without a trace, restoring its simplicity and simplicity that had been dormant for thousands of years.

The second wife, Pang Ji, stroked his beard and sighed, looking at the young man who had not achieved greatness but was still free and easy, with admiration in his eyes.

"The training results have been released, can you all take note of them?"

The Second Master looked at the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites put away the book and bowed to the Master.

When Wen Xinlin disappeared, they all used their mental measurements to make judgments on each candidate's performance.

The first thing that has no suspense is the happiness of setting foot in Beilu, and then the evaluation will be based on distance.

Han Shi, recommended by the Cangzhou army, ranked fifth, surpassing many Confucian scholars on the literary and music lists, which is quite surprising.

The Second Master was very disappointed with the results of the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu List. The First Master spent many years in seclusion studying the "Supreme Principle", hoping to break through the ten realms.

The third wife, Wang Banshan, had always been dissatisfied with the Academy of Literature and wanted to make drastic reforms, but was suppressed by the court.

Therefore, it was his second wife Pang Ji who really devoted all his efforts to cultivating Confucian scholars and teaching them knowledge.

Unfortunately, this time's results really chilled him.

"Master, we will leave first. Once the cultivation results are released, and combined with the results of the Chunwei Literary Examination, the list of first-class Jinshi will be roughly determined. In addition, the quota for the examination in front of the palace will also be basically determined."

The officials of the Ministry of Rites clasped their fists and bowed, and said respectfully to the Second Master.

The second wife also sent a gift to bid farewell to the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

An Le left the Wenqu Monument, and the border guard Han Shi, who was carrying a knife on his back, was extremely excited and came over with a red face.

"Mr. An, you are really amazing. You actually climbed the Wenqu Monument and aroused Haoran. Although Haoran has not been added to you, it is enough to make Lin'an famous again!"

"We have to be happy today. Let's have a drink?"

Han Shi was very excited. This time he beat many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list and ranked fifth. He was even more happy.

An Le smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take you to drink."

The two said goodbye to the second master. In the complicated eyes of many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list, Han Shi couldn't help laughing and walked away.

An Le and Han Shi left the Wenyuan and walked straight to the busy long street of Lin'an Prefecture.

The starlight and the cold moon were swaying on the long street.

The Ministry of Rites began to calculate the results of the Spring Examination of Civil and Military Examinations and list the names of the A and B Jinshi.

On the other side

The spring exam came to an end. The extravagance and prosperity of Lin'an Prefecture, which had been suppressed for many days, showed its beauty again. The long night seemed to become more beautiful. The lights were on and the night was bright.

The flower boats on the West Lake were full of lights and flowers, and there was music and singing every night.

Linhua Pavilion was full and it was hard to get a seat. The singing and dancing never stopped.

Anle, who was in a good mood, brought Han Shi, whose eyes were blurred by the night view of Lin'an, to a small tavern in Yanchunli, a remote alley.

No extravagance, prosperity is far away.

Returning home with clean hands, still wearing cloth.

"Madam, serve the wine."