Chapter 48: The Girl Broke Through the Armor Twenty-Seven Times, and the Painting Shocked Half of Lin'an
A golden incense stick is burning, and the fireworks gather into a painting, recalling the past years.
Like a stone thrown into a mirror lake, the picture is surging.
Anle is a little curious. What can this golden years breath absorbed from the girl Bai give reveal about the past and what kind of years of Taoism can be gathered.
The girl who stood quietly behind him with an umbrella under the spring rain in the mountains, and followed him through the three hundred steps of Qingshan lightly, Ye Wenxi of the Ye family... It is rumored that she is also the owner of the Little Saint Order and Anle's competitor.
Therefore, Anle is curious.
It is reasonable to fleece the competitors and strengthen oneself.
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The evening clouds are hazy, and white snow like white feathers is flying from the sky.
Carrying coldness and wrapped in coldness.
Falling on the vast earth, absorbing blood, turning into blood red, more dazzling than the bright moon, more dazzling than the scorching sun.
"Wenxi, are you afraid?"
"No."
"Where are the soldiers? Where are the people? Fill the ditches, sigh that the mountains and rivers remain the same, and the thousands of villages are deserted. As a child of my Ye family, I should take crossing the river as my lifelong wish, cross the Canglang River, gallop on my homeland, and take back the Middle Land that belongs to us."
"Wenxi knows!"
"Go, kill, fight, and become stronger. When you become strong enough, I will climb the Holy Mountain to ask for a small holy order for you. You go and ask the Holy Master whether the swords and spears of my Ye family can restore the Central Plains."
"Okay!"
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The calm conversation, with a bit of surging blood, broke the flying snow in the sky.
A man in full armor, holding a long spear, stood quietly with his head tilted, looking down at the still immature girl, like a tiger, watching the young tiger's first fight.
The young girl Ye Wenxi, still childish, dragged a green sword, with a firm gaze, stepped on the red snow on the ground, her small body, shouted loudly, dragged the sword all the way, and trotted forward.
Lonely and petite.
Charging.
It was a small army team composed of 20 to 30 practitioners, with blood and qi intertwined like a curtain, walking, with fierce eyes and murderous intent, as if to sweep away the dusk clouds in the sky, the aura of iron and steel horses, suffocating.
The girl experienced the initial fear, blood and qi surged from the membrane, and the mind was vented from the Niwan Palace.
The sword in the hand bloomed thousands of swords, which spread into the body of the leading practitioner, and a head flew up, and the hot blood splashed on the snow, melting the cold.
The rest of the practitioners rushed over and drowned the young girl Ye Wenxi.
Fighting, fighting, and constantly getting stronger.
The young girl Ye Wenxi seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, her eyes became more and more ruthless, and there was only killing in her eyes.
She wants to become stronger and stronger, strong enough to inherit the will of the Ye family, carry the guns and swords of the Ye family, and let the hooves of the Ye family war horses trample all over the former Central Plains!
The man in full armor watched quietly, and the gun in his hand pointed out at the right time. The enemy who wanted to intervene was directly pierced out of thin air, and the blood stained the flying snow and yellow sand between the screams and shouts.
A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour.
The girl Ye Wenxi, panting, leaning on the sword, stood in the snow.
Twenty-seven corpses fell around her.
Looking up and looking at the armored man, she laughed among the corpses.
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The picture dissipated at this point, the past years could not be retained, and time would never come back.
Anle glimpsed the girl's grandeur in time with the air of time, and his mind was shocked by it.
The picture in this breath of time was different from the picture Anle had observed before.
There is no more pain and separation, no more joy, but more tragic and responsible.
Through the picture, you can feel the stubbornness of the girl and the expectation of the armored man on the battlefield.
Anle slowly opened his eyes. The night was dark and cold. The spring frost that rose in the middle of the night seemed to condense into morning dew between his sleeves.
His mind could not calm down for a long time. Watching Ye Wenxi draw his sword and kill people, he felt as if he was there, which had a great impact on his mind.
But what surprised Anle even more was that Ye Wenxi, such a soft girl, killed 27 people in two quarters of an hour.
This contrast made Anle feel Ye Wenxi's strength and proud talent more vigilantly.
Madam Hua said that Ye Wenxi was the real prodigy of this generation of the Ye family. It was indeed worthy of being called that. That kind of mind was absolutely comparable to Luo Qingchen's tofu heart.
This woman will be his opponent on the next Little Saint List...
The spring cold hit late at night, and Anle suddenly felt a little pressure.
[Obtain the Dao Fruit of Time: Selflessness]
[Note: Selflessness (Dao Fruit): Selflessness is stimulated during battle, life and death are ignored, only one battle can be fought, combat methods, techniques, fighting spirit can be greatly improved, combat power can be greatly increased]
A wisp of golden time energy, condensed into a Dao Fruit of Selflessness.
It is somewhat similar to the Dao Fruit [Fearless Heart], both of which are Dao Fruits that cannot be blessed by the time energy, but the effect is quite effective.
Fearless Heart can make Anle fearless, facing pressure, facing difficulties and obstacles, fearless, cutting through thorns and moving forward, and even get Dao Fruit feedback.
And the Dao Fruit of Selflessness is used in battles and fights, stimulating selflessness during battles, and greatly improving combat power.
It is a very strange state. Anle recalled the scene in the time energy that Ye Wenxi charged alone, fell into selflessness in the battle, and killed all 27 enemy soldiers.
It is an unexpected gain. Such a Dao Fruit is not used on weekdays, but it may have a miraculous effect.
The night was dark, and before he knew it, it was already early morning, and the sky was turning pale.
Anle did not choose to practice again, but got up and went into the house, took out the books, lit the lamp, and began to read.
Another condition for meeting the Saint Master was to win the first place in the imperial examination!
So the spring exam is approaching, and you must read every day.
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Qin Xiangfu.
The nine-curve corridor, the flowing wine and the winding water, although the night is deep, but there are still people sitting and talking in the pavilion.
Qin Qianqiu, the son of the Qin young master, sat in the pavilion. In front of him was not tea, but the "Penglai Spring", a wine that Lin'an Prefecture could not afford at a high price. It was a kind of wine brewed with spiritual fruits of heaven and earth. Drinking it can absorb spiritual energy into the body and slightly strengthen cultivation.
Opposite Qin Qianqiu, Luo Qingchen sat quietly, with a full glass of wine, but he did not drink a drop.
The atmosphere in the pavilion was a bit stiff.
It was because Qin Qianqiu was constantly drinking, with a cold attitude and never said much.
Originally, there was a great expectation for Luo Qingchen to enter the Sixth Mountain and become a mountain keeper, but when this expectation was shattered, what was left was boredom and disappointment.
Luo Qingchen could naturally feel this atmosphere, but he did not say much, and he was not qualified to explain anything.
"Mr. Luo, that Anle... came from Chongzhou, and has only been practicing enlightenment for a few days, but he was able to surpass you, climb the sixth mountain, get the Little Saint Order, and even make you lose your heart again."
"Mr., there are talented people in every generation. You used to be so brilliant, but now you are no longer as beautiful as before, and the frost-bitten yellow flowers are all decadent."
Qin Qianqiu sighed: "Thinking back to the past, you came from Qingzhou, dazzling like gold washed away by dust, one man and one sword, and won both battles in Lin'an, how proud you were."
"This Anle is much like you in the past."
"But he has a better future than you, Mr., he got the Little Saint Order, his paintings were even praised in the Academy of Literature, and he opened the Mozhu School alone."
"It's a pity that such a talent is not in my circle, it's a pity."
Qin Qianqiu seemed to be in a state of sorrow, and drank a glass of wine suddenly.
Luo Qingchen turned his head to look at the prosperous waterside pavilion of the Qin Xiangfu, and his face was much calmer.
Even though Qin Qianqiu's words were full of blows, he remained calm. Perhaps he had gotten used to it after being hit so many times.
"Qingchen is ashamed of Prime Minister Qin's years of cultivation and resources."
Luo Qingchen finally raised his cup, took a sip, and said softly.
Qin Qianqiu's eyes fell on Luo Qingchen, his pupils seemed to reflect the moonlight, and he looked a little cold: "Mr. Luo, this new guest on the Little Saint List is deeply involved with the Lin Mansion, and the Qin Mansion and the Lin Mansion are fighting to the death. If he can enter the Qin Mansion, it would be the best. If not..."
A murderous intent suddenly rolled up between the waterside pavilions.
Qin Qianqiu didn't care at first, thinking that Anle was just an eighteen-year-old enlightenment bag, and then he emerged as a teenager and won the Little Saint Order, and now he attaches great importance to him.
This change only took a few days.
Luo Qingchen drank calmly.
"If you can't enter the Qin Mansion, please kill him, sir." Qin Qianqiu looked at Luo Qingchen, and finally showed eagerness again.
Luo Qingchen looked at Qin Qianqiu.
Killing a man who had just received the Lesser Saint Order, was favored by Hua Jiebing, and was given a sword by the Sixth Mountain Lord, was he going to let Luo Qingchen sacrifice his life and exchange it with Anle's life?
"Young Master, Qingchen's heart of Taoism is dusty, and he needs to calm down and cleanse his heart. For this matter, find someone else."
Luo Qingchen stood up, shook his head, stood up, bowed and said goodbye, and turned to leave.
Qin Qianqiu sat in the pavilion, staring at Luo Qingchen's back: "Sir, let's not talk about the East Sea Cleansing Heart Pearl, just for the wealth and cultivation resources that the Qin Mansion has given you over the years, you should give some return."
Luo Qingchen's back paused slightly, then broke through the cold night and left the Qin Mansion.
Drinking a cup of Penglai Spring Wine reflecting the moonlight, Qin Qianqiu suddenly sneered softly.
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The warmth of the morning light dispelled the slight chill of spring.
The whole Lin'an Mansion began to feel uneasy and restless.
Yesterday, at the foot of the sixth mountain, a young man in white climbed the mountain with a sword and picked up an inkstone under a peach tree. The practitioners who watched the young man get the sword all sent people to collect all the news about the young man.
He started practicing at the age of 18. It has only been a few days since he started practicing. He has already refined his spirit and breath, strengthened his body and cast his spiritual bones. He is a late bloomer!
He is a successful candidate in the imperial examination and went to Lin'an to take the spring exam.
What is even more shocking is the young man's paintings. He was valued by the Lin family for his strange sketches and became a painter in the Lin family. Later, the young man's ink painting of bamboo and rocks circulated in the Academy of Literature.
The ink bamboo painting was appreciated and praised by two masters of the Academy of Literature, and they even shared and appreciated it personally.
It is said that he can open a school of ink bamboo and be called a master!
One painting, one sword, and one young man shocked half of Lin'an.
On this day, the ink bamboo painting circulated in the Academy of Literature was in short supply in Lin'an and was widely circulated. All the literati in Lin'an were shocked.
On this day, the name of the An family swept like a hurricane!
On this day, Anle got up early and went to the West Lake as usual while reading, waiting for the fairy Yunrou.