Chapter 40 Now that You Are Here, This Mountain Is Open for You

The streets in the rainy morning were extremely quiet. The carriage slowly stopped, and the horse exhaled hot air from its nasal cavity, and occasionally raised its hooves to kick gently.

The young man stood beside the carriage with an umbrella, and his handsome face was slightly surprised.

Anle had never thought that it was Madam Hua who came to send him to the Sixth Mountain in person.

"Get in the car, what are you still standing there for?"

Madam Hua glanced at Anle and said coldly.

Anle came back to his senses, smiled gently, bowed to Madam Hua, then put away the umbrella and wanted to sit sideways on the shaft of the carriage.

"Sir, this is my seat, please enter the carriage."

The old coachman who was pulling the reins, wearing a hat and a raincoat, reminded him speechlessly.

"Come in."

Madam Hua's voice floated in the carriage.

Anle was a little embarrassed, and apologized to the coachman. In the drizzle, he shook off the water stains on the oil-paper umbrella, and then lifted the curtain and stepped into the carriage.

Compared to the chilly spring weather outside the carriage, there was a charcoal stove inside the carriage to heat water, which was quite warm, and the spring cold could not enter.

In the carriage, Madam Hua was dressed simply today, in a plain white dress, like a woman who was traveling in her spare time, holding a book in her hand, with some preserved fruits on the table, and brewing hot tea.

Of course, there was not only Madam Hua in the carriage, Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were also sitting inside. Lin Qingyin nodded slightly to Anle, while Lin Zhuifeng pursed his lips to hold back a smile.

"My young master has seen you, Madam."

Anle was not embarrassed, and entered the carriage, bowed to Madam Hua, and Madam Hua nodded, motioning him to sit down.

The horse's hooves fell lightly on the stone slabs, like the sound of an ancient bell, accompanying the carriage.

After a moment of silence, Anle began to absorb the air of time without hesitation, first pulling it out from Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin.

Lin Zhuifeng had more than a dozen strands of time energy, enough for Anle to extract several times, but the ninth sister Lin Qingyin had already been drained. After three strands were absorbed, there was no more time energy.

This was the second practitioner to be sucked dry by Anle. The first was Huang Xian, the head of the Black Court, and the second was Lin Qingyin.

They were all guides on Anle's path of cultivation, and Anle was grateful to them.

After absorbing the two, Anle finally absorbed the time energy from Madam Hua, barely absorbing one strand.

So far, Anle's time energy, which had been exhausted, has reached seven strands again.

There was no rush to arrange these seven strands of time energy, because the peace in the carriage was finally broken.

"Mr. An, did you think that there was only the first lady in the carriage before, so you didn't dare to enter the carriage?"

Lin Zhuifeng was wearing a green suit today, with a fire stick on his waist, and said with a wink.

Anle's shy and innocent look before made Lin Zhuifeng laugh.

Anle was not embarrassed to hear that, and a spring-like smile bloomed on his handsome face.

"I didn't expect that you would go to the Sixth Mountain with us. Do you also want to try to be favored by the Sixth Mountain Master and become the guardian of the Sixth Mountain?"

After opening the conversation, Lin Zhuifeng did not intend to stop, and continued: "However, your cultivation is really poor. Although the mountain masters do not look at cultivation when selecting guardians, but look at the appearance, if the cultivation is too low, the chance of being selected is even lower."

"It doesn't matter, just treat it as going to see the world." Anle smiled.

Lin Zhuifeng admires Anle's free and easy spirit. Of course, it is not ruled out that it is because Anle is born good-looking. If it were someone who was born uglier, Lin Zhuifeng would definitely spray out a hypocritical and pretentious remark.

"If you want to attack the mountain guard, then we will be rivals... Madam, who do you think is more pleasing to the Sixth Mountain Master, me or Master An?"

Lin Zhuifeng turned his head to look at Madam Hua.

"You are going to the Sixth Mountain just to watch the fun, so forget it."

Madam Hua raised her eyelids slightly while reading, and said mercilessly.

Lin Zhuifeng paused for a moment, his cheeks puffed up, and he was about to refute.

"Okay, be quiet, and cultivate your mind."

Madam Hua glanced at Lin Zhuifeng who was still trying to chatter.

Lin Zhuifeng immediately shut up, lowered his head, and began to cultivate his mind with a little dissatisfaction.

Lin Qingyin smiled and sat quietly, closing her eyes to cultivate her mind.

Madam Hua held the Confucian book "Asking about Virtue" in her hand, looked at Anle, and after a little thought, she said: "The mountain keeper looks at the eye of each holy mountain owner, so do you know how to talk to the holy master?"

Anle was startled, not expecting Madam Hua to suddenly ask this question, and shook his head honestly: "I only know that it is very difficult to talk to the holy master, even many geniuses can't do it."

"Madam, have you ever talked to the holy master?"

Anle suddenly became curious.

Madam Hua turned her head and looked out of the car window. At some point, the carriage had left Lin'an Prefecture and was galloping on the official road that was awakened by the spring rain and full of new grass and tender flowers.

"I learned from Ganye Temple, but I have never seen the Saint Master."

Mrs. Hua murmured, then retracted her gaze and looked at Anle: "To talk to the Saint Master, three conditions are required, and none of them can be missing."

"First, win the first place in the imperial examination and become the top scholar in the temple. This step is not difficult. Since ancient times, the court has changed, and male and female top scholars have frequently appeared. It is not uncommon to be a top scholar. Second, get a small holy order from the mountain master, which is the certificate to see the Saint Master and talk to the Saint Master."

Anle was shocked when he heard this. This was the first time he learned such a secret.

"Is this the condition set by the Saint Master?" Anle was a little curious.

But Mrs. Hua shook her head and did not answer immediately. After picking up the teacup and drinking a cup of hot tea, she said: "The Saint Master never makes rules."

"This is the rule set by the first mountain master."

Lin Zhuifeng, who was standing by, had already lost the mood to cultivate his mind. Hearing such a secret that even she didn't know, her eyes widened: "Madam, you only said two conditions, what about the third condition?"

Madam Hua smiled: "I don't know about the third condition."

The carriage suddenly became quiet.

Madam Hua didn't know...

Then what was the point of talking for so long?

"The third condition, everyone who wants to see the Holy Master faces different things, maybe very easy, but also very difficult."

"After completing the first two conditions, you will face the last test when you climb the Holy Mountain."

"Most people fail in the last test."

Even Madam Hua couldn't help sighing at this time.

An Le took a deep breath, and his heart was slightly shaken. Countless practitioners came one after another, just to be able to talk to the Holy Master and enter the Holy Mountain, but too many amazing people failed.

An Le couldn't help but wonder, will he have the opportunity to see the Holy Master and talk to him?

He didn't know, because this was the lifelong goal of too many practitioners, and perhaps, it would also become his lifelong goal.

However, Anle wondered why Madam Hua told him this?

What does this have to do with the sixth mountain master's opening of the mountain and choosing the mountain keepers today?

"We're here!"

Just as Anle was lost in thought, Lin Zhuifeng suddenly shouted excitedly in the carriage. She leaned in front of the window on the other side and lifted the silk curtain. The fine spring rain poured in from the window, bringing the cold spring chill.

Through the car window, Anle caught a glimpse of the high mountain rising from the ground, the sword pavilion was majestic and towering, like a giant sword piercing the world, standing majestically on the earth.

Faintly, Anle felt that there was someone on the mountain looking at the world, and his eyes seemed to cross the mountains and fell on him.

The green mountains wanted to talk with the masters, and countless horses came in a row.

The mist and rain were low, and they never came.

Anle suddenly felt something in his heart, and the broken bamboo sword on his waist trembled slightly, as if an invisible sword intent was about to spread from the bamboo sword to the sky.

In the carriage, Madam Hua smiled with her lips pursed, her eyes sparkling.

With a slight lift of her white hand, the restless sword intent of the broken bamboo sword returned to calm.

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The misty and dangerous pavilion, laughing and talking alone on the thousand peaks.

The sixth mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, there is an idle pavilion.

A middle-aged man in a green dress stood quietly in place, and the spring breeze with spring rain beads blew from outside the pavilion, lifting his sleeves like a blade, cutting through the mist.

There was a pine wood sword box beside him, and one hand was lightly placed on the box, like a sculpture.

At the foot of the mountain.

The spiritual energy was intertwined, the blood was diffused like smoke, and the mind was scattered like fog. Many practitioners gathered at the foot of the mountain and had already started various battles in order to enter the sixth mountain and become a mountain keeper.

Although the Sixth Mountain had not yet been opened, the practitioners had formed a tacit understanding. Under the invisible dispute, some people left with regret, while others climbed to a higher place with high spirits, waiting for the opening of the Sixth Mountain.

The man's Yuanshen swept and took it back. Among these people, there was no one he wanted to see.

His eyes, eyelids slightly raised.

Feeling the sword intent coming from afar, he had hidden three thousand swords and was naturally sensitive to sword intent. The young painter Zhao Huangting mentioned had arrived.

On the sculpture-like face, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise, looking stiff but sincere.

The man slapped the sword box, the box opened an inch, and spit out two sword lights.

The sword light slowly moved around the man, and then the man bent his fingers and tapped lightly.

The sword light came out like a rainbow.

The man raised his hands and put his palms together, and the two sword lights suddenly intertwined, and then the man pulled his hands like a curtain.

In an instant.

With the Sixth Mountain as the center, it seemed that a sword energy pierced through the heaven and earth, and the white clouds in the sky, the spring breeze in the world, and the spring rain in the sky slowly opened to both sides like a curtain!

"Since you are here, this mountain will be opened for you."

"Open the mountain!"

The words fell.

The evening clouds, spring breeze, and spring rain tore apart, clearing out a bright light, and the scorching sun shone down from the nine heavens.

It sprinkled on the world, as if paving a golden and dazzling sunshine road.

Inviting the carriages moving slowly on the mountain road to enter this golden sunshine road and lead directly to the Sixth Mountain.

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