Chapter 89: The Young Man Cuts the Hujia with Great Vigor and Fights for Lin'an

The wine dances in front of the flowers, and the shadow of the golden hairpin falls in the silver lamp.

Charming and heart-wrenching, the warblers and swallows are dancing peacefully in the flower pavilion.

An Le was carrying old yellow rice wine, wearing a white coat with wide sleeves filled with the spring breeze, and her refreshing hair disheveled, looking at the Linhua Pavilion under the stars at night and the lanterns at the beginning of the night.

Anle had certainly heard of this place, the most famous place for fireworks and willows in Lin'an Prefecture, but had never set foot there.

The flower boats on the West Lake are also a place for fireworks, but they pale in comparison to Linhua Pavilion. Whether it is extravagant or luxurious, they are far apart.

If it weren't for Fairy Yunrou on the West Lake flower boat, it wouldn't be able to attract so many literati.

The biggest difference between Linhua Pavilion and many flower boats on West Lake is that practitioners come and go in Linhua Pavilion. Basically, practitioners will choose Linhua Pavilion instead of flower boats on West Lake.

This huge Linhua Pavilion seems to be the epitome of the dream-like prosperity after the Zhao Dynasty moved south, gnawing at the bones and ecstasy, and grinding down people's ambitions.

The fifteenth one on the Little Saint List, named Ximen Qiuhua, is a rather unusual genius on the Little Saint List. He has both the fourth realm and the fourth realm of divine refining and physical exercise. He is only twenty-two years old now.

Unlike geniuses such as Wang Qinhe, Ye Wenxi, and Sima Pudu, Ximen Qiuhua did not have a noble background. In fact, his status was somewhat lowly, as he was born to a dancing girl in Linhua Pavilion.

He grew up in Linhua Pavilion, and later showed his talent, and was noticed by the people behind Linhua Pavilion. In addition to his lowly status, he was qualified to study and study, and to participate in the imperial examination.

But Ximen Qiuhua went to the liberal arts college to study, but only a few times, and then never went there again, because even though his status was removed, he still didn't fit in with the students of the liberal arts college.

The Confucian scholars in the academy who often visited Linhua Pavilion all knew Ximen Qiuhua's identity, and they ridiculed him and felt ashamed to study with Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua finally returned to Linhua Pavilion and studied hard. Because he had been nurtured in Linhua Pavilion since he was a child, he had developed good piano skills, made good tea, and was even better at playing the flute.

Even in the Linhua Pavilion, his rank is higher than that of many oirans, because people come to Ximen for flowers, not because of his beauty or hobby, but because of their admiration for his piano skills, tea skills and flute music. .

Of course, no one dared to mess around, because the person behind Ximen Qiuhua was the person behind Linhua Pavilion, and it was rumored that his status and power were both unimaginable.

Anle smiled and recalled the information in the letter given by Mrs. Hua.

The image of Ximen Qiuhua gradually formed in his mind.

After dusting off his white clothes, Anle walked towards Linhua Pavilion.

A crescent moon shoots into the room, and the spring breeze blows into the curtain.

In front of Linhua Pavilion, many literati and practitioners paid attention to the handsome young man who was walking slowly with a pot of old rice wine and two swords on his waist.

The name of the An family is definitely extraordinary in Lin'an now. Reciting three thousand poems in front of the Prime Minister Qin's mansion and extraditing Haoran have already become unforgettable scenes for countless people.

Therefore, as soon as Anle appeared, many practitioners in front of Linhua Pavilion stopped, especially some Confucian scholars from the Academy of Literature and Music. Their drunkenness was suddenly blown by the rain and wind, and they stared at the young man with wide eyes.

"Safe to everyone."

Many practitioners greeted Anle with eager eyes, but they also looked at the young man secretly. Is Sichen, a talented An family member, also coming to the flower pavilion to have fun?

However, it is rumored that everyone in An An does not go to the West Lake to watch the flower boats and does not come to the Flower Pavilion. Is this... a change of taste?

Unlike the Confucian scholars in the liberal arts academy, many literati did not have much conflict with Anle, and greeted Anle with admiration and closeness.

Anle smiled and bowed, returned the greetings one by one, and then stepped into the Linhua Pavilion where Yingying Yanyan lived.

A fragrant breeze blew by, and several graceful figures approached quickly. Before they got close, they slowed down and bowed.

"The slave family has met the An family."

The words spoken in unison were soft and charming, which made Anle look more serious.

The graceful figures stepped aside one after another, and a graceful woman who was old but still retained the beauty of her youth walked slowly, looked at Anle, and bowed.

"I have heard about Master An for a long time, and today I see Master An come to my Linhua Pavilion. Linhua Pavilion is really full of glory. Look at the sisters, their eyes are almost watering."

The woman held a round fan with chrysanthemums painted on it. Although her words were exaggerated, her posture was elegant and she had the grace of a lady.

"Everyone An, please go upstairs. The slave family has prepared the best wing room for everyone. The sisters also let An everyone choose. I heard that An An's painting skills are of their own. We in Linhua Pavilion also have sisters who are good at painting. I hope An, can you guys give me some advice?"

The woman smiled like a peach blossom and said softly.

An Le smiled and looked at the woman in front of him. He didn't think that the woman was ordinary, but the aura of time lingered on her body, and she probably had the cultivation level of the three realms.

He cupped his fists and bowed, An Le said: "This sister, I came to Hua Pavilion to find someone. Please tell me that An Le, the sixteenth on the Little Saint List, is here to challenge me."

The smile on the woman's face suddenly froze.

The surrounding literati and many practitioners who were watching all calmed down after listening to An Le's words.

Challenge in the name of Little Saint Ranking?

Who to challenge?

Naturally, it was Ximen Qiuhua, a genius from the Little Saint List in Linhua Pavilion.

"This...here, everyone An. In a beautiful place like Linhua Pavilion with fireworks, fighting is really boring. Why don't we invite our girl Tianxiang from Linhua Pavilion to chat with everyone? Miss Tianxiang likes everyone's ink bamboo. Yes, copying every day.”

The woman's face returned to a smile and she said.

However, Anle still smiled, raised his head, and looked past the hanging red lanterns one by one, landing on the high-rise railing of the pavilion.

There, there was a man in plain clothes standing upright, looking down at Anle.

"Aunt Xuan, please come up, everyone."

The man spoke, his voice drifting over.

Aunt Xuan still had a smile on her face, sighed softly, turned to An Le and said, "Mr. An, please."

There was also less enthusiasm in his words.

Anle followed the woman named Aunt Xuan all the way up the stairs. Linhua Pavilion suddenly felt a little quiet, and many eyes followed the movements of Anle and Aunt Xuan.

At this moment, many people's minds have already stirred up a storm. The Little Saint Ranking has been updated today, and Anle jumped two places in a row from eighteenth to sixteenth.

Everyone was still shocked by An Le's breakthrough, but they never thought that as soon as night fell, An Le would challenge Ximen Qiuhua who was ranked fifteenth!

Ximen Qiuhua, training the body and refining the spirit are all in the fourth realm, and although Anle can break through the four realms by practicing the spirit, the body training is still only the third realm!

He is also a genius, does Anle want to fight across the border?

Ximen Qiuhua is different from Wang Qinhe. He actually obtained the Little Holy Order based on his own talent. The only reason why he is ranked fifteenth is that his cultivation is a bit weak, and he has just broken into the Fourth Realm.

Ximen's experience of asking for flowers is not a secret in Linhua Pavilion. His piano skills and tea art have long attracted the attention of many powerful people.

However, due to his background, Ximen Qiuhua started his cultivation a little later and fell far behind. Therefore, although he obtained the Little Holy Order based on his own strength, it was difficult for him to have a good ranking in terms of cultivation.

At this point, many people think that Anle and Ximen Qiuhua are somewhat similar.

On the fifth floor of Linhua Pavilion, the door is opened, and a little bit of sandalwood floats out. This floor is quite quiet, and there is no smell of rouge and gouache. It seems like a place to worship Buddha, not like a place for fireworks.

When Anle stepped into the house, Aunt Xuan couldn't help but close the door. In an instant, she was completely isolated from the outside world, and there was no more sound or noise.

In a noisy place like Linhua Pavilion, there is something really special about being quiet and quiet.

An Le was dressed in white. When he entered the house, he saw a man in plain clothes sitting on the tea table with a handsome face.

"Mr. An, please."

Ximen Qiuhua saw An Le and learned that An Le was here to challenge him. There was not much surprise on his face.

Anle was sitting on a chair, facing him, several feet away.

Ximen Qiuhua took off the boiling hot water from the charcoal stove, picked a few tea leaves and dropped them into the celadon cup, and then brewed them with hot water. The tea leaves spread out in it. Next to the ebony tea table, there was a tea cup. The strings on the Jiaowei huangli wood guqin shimmered with silver light under the light of the small oil lamp beside the table.

A cup of hot tea is enveloped by a spiritual power, drifting towards peace and happiness.

An Le took it. The smooth and warm tea cup was filled with crystal clear green tea, and the color was extremely attractive. After playing with the tea cup for a while, An Le drank it all in one gulp.

The rich tea aroma bursts out in your mouth, fully releasing the taste of the tea itself and the spiritual energy contained in it.

The tea art is pleasing to the eye, and the control of temperature and time is extremely precise.

"Master An, come to challenge me? If I remember correctly, Master An will be promoted to sixteen today, right? Shouldn't he consolidate his position before challenging me again?"

Ximen Qiuhua looked at Anle and asked gently.

"I don't have much time left, I have to hurry up."

Anle put down the tea cup and responded softly.

The two of them don't look like rivals who are about to have a life-and-death confrontation with each other on the Little Saint List, but more like old friends having a chat over tea for many years.

"Not much time..." Ximen Qiuhua seemed confused and played with the tea sets on the tea table. Then he thought of something and raised his head suddenly, staring at Anle.

"Could it be that... Mr. An wants to challenge all the way up and recreate General An's legendary performance?"

Ximen Qiuhua said in surprise.

Anle didn't answer him. He raised his hand, and as his mind filled with emotion, the ink pool swept out.

The slightly trembling ink pool emitted the sound of sword chants, and instantly, there were dense sword energy intertwining in the room.

"My cultivation level is weak, but my natural talent is good. Fighting is an excellent nourishment for me to improve. I feed myself with fighting. Maybe I can show some edge during the trial in front of the palace, so that those who The rats who are spying on me and trying to plot against me should be more careful."

"In this world, background is very important, but one's own strength is the real capital of arrogance."

"I want to make myself stronger. I also want to climb high and see far away. I will be at the top and see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance."

"There are many turmoils in Lin'an, and there is no way to avoid them. If I want to get involved, I will become a whirlpool of my own." qqxδnew

"I will cultivate my invincibility, choose a small holy list, and fight against Lin'an."

Anle said softly.

The voice was not loud, but it was full of sonority, which made Ximen Qiuxian, who was sitting behind the tea table, narrow his eyes slightly.

Fight for Lin'an!

Such an arrogant young man, with such domineering ambitions, and such a bright fighting spirit like the blazing sun, made Ximen Qiuhua's heart tremble slightly, but he couldn't help but admire him.

It is too difficult to follow the undefeated legendary path of the legendary champion Li Youan, and the courage required is too great. Even just verbal shouting is enough to scare away too many people.

The young man in front of him, with the cultivation of the third realm of body training and the fourth realm of god refining, raised the sword in his hand and wanted to resume the legendary path of becoming the legendary number one scholar. He chose a small holy list and fought against a Lin'an.

Taking a deep breath, Ximen Qiuhua's eyes showed admiration.

Naturally, he has information about peace and happiness. He comes from a small family in Chongzhou. He didn't even practice Buddhism when he entered Lin'an. However, he was preached by Mrs. Dehua in the Lin Mansion. In just one month, he was like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss and soaring.

Today's Anle is a legend in itself.

And today, Anle came to challenge him, Ximen Qiuhua, to create an even bigger legend.

Feeling the Mochi sword energy lingering in the room, waves of spiritual energy surged out of Ximen Qiuhua's body.

He stared at Anle, and in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a fire burning, which was the will to fight.

"Young Master An is so courageous. In this case, if you ask for flowers today, I will stay with you until the end."

Ximen asked for a flower arrangement.

However, he stood up, walked to the vermilion carved wooden window, opened the window, looked at Anle, and said: "This house was rented to me by Linhua Pavilion. It is a good place for tea, playing the piano and flute, and fighting." It will not be damaged below, so Mr. An, can you follow me to fight on top?"

Mo Chi floated to his side and smiled An Le: "Okay."

Ximen Qiuhua is elegant and elegant. Although he has not entered the liberal arts college, his demeanor is more refined than any Confucian scholar in the liberal arts college that An Le has seen.

Ximen Qiuhua waved, and the guqin on the table floated to him and was carried on his back. A long emerald flute with red tassels hanging on the wall also fell into his hands.

With a surge of emotion, Ximen Qiuhua floated out of the house, followed closely by Anle.

The two of them left the room, floated up like stepping on the moon, climbed to the roof, stepped on the black tiles with hexagonal eaves, and landed on the top of Linhua Pavilion, standing on opposite sides of the roof.

The cold wind of the spring night blew in, causing people's clothes to fly.

The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.

A huge silver moon disk hung high above the two people's heads, and the moonlight fell like a gauze, reflecting on the top of Linhua Pavilion.

Ximen Qiuhua took off the burnt-tail huangli wood guqin. One leg was independent, and the other leg was raised horizontally. The guqin fell on his lap. He looked at Anle and chuckled: "Mr. An, please."

The ink pool poured into the sky, fell again, and hung beside Anle. Anle took a sip of old yellow wine, put the wine bottle on the roof, and the next moment, he tapped lightly on the ink pool hanging in front of him.

Instantly!

On the top of Linhua Pavilion, the sword energy fills the universe!

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An family came to challenge Ximen Qiuhua of Linhua Pavilion. This news spread instantly, especially when everyone watched from a distance.

It can be seen that on the top of Linhua Pavilion, two figures stand opposite each other, fighting with each other.

Many people rushed out of their minds, or rushed out of the house, landed on the roof, and looked into the distance.

The battle on the Little Saint List would have attracted the attention of most practitioners in Lin'an Mansion. After all, no one who can be on the Little Saint List is mediocre.

Among the people fighting this time, there was An Le who was at the peak of his fame.

Many people wonder why today, when the Little Saint Ranking has just been updated and Anle's ranking has just reached sixteenth, he is so eager to challenge for fifteenth place without leaving any room for himself to consolidate his cultivation?

But some people saw something extraordinary.

One after another, the souls rose into the sky and stood in the sky, looking at the battle between two outstanding juniors in Lin'an Mansion on Linhua Pavilion.

Ye Wenxi, Ye Yinping, Qin Huaan, Sima Pudu and other famous people on the Little Saint List all spread their souls to observe.

Li Youan, Zhao Huangting, Madam Hua and other famous and powerful people are also watching curiously.

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When the sword energy overflows into the universe, it means that this challenge begins.

Compared to when Wang Qinhe challenged An Le, this battle was An Le's counterattack with a higher ranking.

Both of them took it seriously, without slacking off or neglecting.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, two pairs of eyes looked at each other, one was elegant, the other was heroic, and only the two of them, covered in moonlight, could be seen.

Both of them are the best among their peers, and being on the Little Saint List means they are good people. Therefore, neither one is willing to give in easily, and both want to overpower the other.

The desire for happiness is to defeat Ximen Qiuhua and cultivate invincibility. As the beginning of the battle in Lin'an, this battle is very important to him. If he loses in the first battle, the blow will be absolutely huge. Not to mention cultivating invincibility, his spirit will all be weakened.

And Ximen Qiuhua is also full of fighting spirit. Anle wants to step on him to cultivate his invincibility. Ximen Qiuhua will naturally not let him succeed easily. Going all out is the greatest respect for Anle and for Anle to walk this difficult legend. Road respect!

With five fingers and one hook, the sound of the piano is swaying, and the invisible energy has arisen and melted into the mind.

Like a small snake dragging the airflow, it quickly sprang out, like an arrow, and shot towards Anle.

Qingshan gently lifted up and touched the little snake that was rushing towards the airflow. The little snake fell apart. Anle had a strong momentum on his body. His sword finger pressed down gently, and the sword energy was close!

The sharp spring breeze suddenly turned into a sharp sword energy, cutting down suddenly like a straight line.

Ximen Qiuhua's body drifted to one side, and a strand of hair was cut off and fell on the piano. It was hit by the sound of the piano again and flew out of thin air.

The sound of the piano is wave after wave, and the sound of the piano seems to be transformed into a wild beast rushing out with energy.

"palace."

His mind was agitated, and in the Niwan Palace between Ximen Qiuhua's eyebrows, there were spirits competing for his eyes.

The corners of his lips parted slightly, and the sound of the piano floated out.

All around Anle are ferocious beasts transformed by the sound of the piano, which are even more sharp. The sound of the piano trembles and breathes, and every ray of the sound of the piano turns into a chilling sound.

Anle's blood swayed, and the ancient demon vision suddenly appeared, like the roar of the ancient demon tiger, suppressing every beast addicted to music.

The sound of the piano exploded and turned into dense qi strings. The source of these strings was Ximen Qiuhua's fingertips. When his fingertips pulled the sound of the piano, a string was broken.

"business."

Ximen Qiuhua exhaled again, and the sound of the zither changed again, as if flowing from the mountains, turning into a tidal wave and rushing!

Countless silk threads were cut down like countless sword qi.

Anle finally moved, raising the Qingshan in his hand, and the sword qi was everywhere. When he handed it forward, a bamboo branch emerged from afar, swaying and disturbing countless silk threads.

He took a step forward, staring at the zither sound like the long river. When Anle Qingshan waved, a great sword qi surged out, magnificent and firm, unstoppable!

The Yuanshen in Anlemei's heart was also released. When he stepped into the fourth realm of refining the spirit, he already had an extraordinary demeanor. The phantom of the sword waterfall appeared, as if an invisible rainstorm was falling, and the rain contained sword qi!

Anle crushed the sound of the zither step by step. Every time he took a step forward, his heroic spirit surged, his fighting spirit was high, and his momentum was getting higher and higher!

There were only thirty steps between him and Ximen Qiuhua, but there were dense piano sounds and floating piano strings, and each string was sharp enough to cut a head.

Anle used the bamboo branch sword technique to roughly chop out a path.

There were two types of confrontations between the two, the confrontation of mind and the confrontation of technique.

The sword energy wrapped up the ink pool and disappeared into the darkness, bringing a fatal blow at any time, while Ximen Qiuhua blocked the surroundings with piano sounds, alerting the position of the sword energy, and not giving Anle a chance. This was a confrontation of mind.

The confrontation of technique was that every time the piano sound overlapped and changed, the murderous intent brought by it was all cut off by Anle with the bamboo branch sword technique. This was a confrontation of technique!

Ximen Qiuhua's head swayed gently, and his left and right hands were plucking the strings of the piano. His face was slightly pale, and his mind began to be overdrawn vaguely.

"Jiao!"

Ximen Qiuhua's eyes condensed, and his hands pressed down suddenly. The sound of the piano seemed to stop suddenly, but the next moment, Ximen Qiuhua's slender ten fingers kept slapping on the piano.

"Cai Nu once created the sound of Hujia, and each play had eighteen beats."

This is the eighteen beats of Hujia!

Bang bang bang!

On the roof, the black tiles exploded, and eighteen pieces of black tiles suddenly rose up, instantly causing the sound of the piano to turn into a desert wind like flowing water!

An Le held the Qingshan sword and changed his momentum again, moving forward with the young man's sword technique. The young man's spirit rushed into the sky and cut off the endless yellow sand!

The two's spirits collided, and the waves that were stirred up rushed around, and the black tiles flew across.

The young man cut the Hujia with his spirit!

Thirty steps closer, the sword energy was crisscrossed, and the Haoran sword energy slashed down.

Ximen Qiuhua's face was pale, and his mind was faintly unable to continue to support it. After Gong Shang Jiao, it was difficult to accumulate momentum.

However, Anle became more and more excited as the battle went on. With the overlapping momentum, he approached Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua's eyes were bright, his fighting spirit was like a rainbow, his hair was flying upside down, but he did not retreat. He hooked his five fingers and pulled the strings of the zither, like a bow with a full moon, and the bow was like a thunderbolt and the strings were shocked!

This Confucian scholar, who was full of Confucianism, was mixed in Linhua Pavilion.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a sharpshooter who killed the barbarians in the border area!

The jade flute floated up and rested on the strings of the zither.

The zither is the string, and the flute is the arrow.

Music is the most lethal!

He wanted to kill the young man in front of him who was as powerful as mountains and rivers!

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a loud bang. Before Ximen Qiuhua, who was concentrating his mind, could react, a broken black tile was suddenly filled with sword energy, and burst and chopped on the Jiaowei Guqin, and the Guqin was shattered and exploded!

Everything can be approached by sword energy!

Ximen Qiuhua spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura was in disarray, and he could no longer gather his energy. His eyes shrank, and the thick night suddenly turned into a ball of ink stains, which pulled out thin silk threads, like a completely blackened string...

Swiped across his neck, bringing up a drop of blood.

Ximen Qiuhua's aura suddenly collapsed, and he fell two steps on the roof. The peace of waving Qingshan to cut off the endless sound of the piano and the strings of the piano came without any obstacles. He pushed out a sword, pierced Ximen Qiuhua's chest, and then pulled it out again, bringing up a puff of blood.

At this moment, the sound of the piano disappeared, and the sword energy disappeared.

Only the two people standing on the roof were left, looking at each other.

One person's eyes were full of regrets, but also the joy of a hearty battle.

In the eyes of one person, the invincible momentum was just beginning to take shape, and the brilliant fighting spirit was like the scorching sun, like a roc riding the wind!

It was as if at this moment, he was wearing an invincible momentum like a wave, pointing his sword at the whole city.

Fight for Lin'an!

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