Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

The cold spring rain outside the house releases the chill that is constantly surrounding and approaching.

Such was Luo Qingchen's mood at this moment.

His steps froze, his neck tilted slightly, his hair on his temples fell down, his sharp eyebrows furrowed, but his pupils reflected a bit of disbelief, even...absurdity.

"impossible!"

Peace? ! Isn't this name... the young painter who was admitted to the Lin Mansion?

That young man who, despite the spring rain and under his pressure, still stood erect and never bowed his brows, was disgusting to watch!

How could this boy...be a master of bamboo painting? !

His paintings were even introduced to the Academy of Arts and were admired and praised by the two masters. They also caused many gentlemen from the Academy of Arts to praise and analyze each other, and were even called Mr. An and Yu.

Luo Qingchen was slightly in a trance. The next moment, his eyes narrowed: "It's just a painting."

Indeed, a painting cannot explain anything.

He continued walking and came to an unoccupied seat. He was supposed to sit down. After thinking about it, he continued to move forward and came to the main case.

"Second wife, third wife."

Luo Qingchen held the disciple ceremony and bowed.

The second master stroked his beard, glanced at Luo Qingchen, and his smile gradually faded: "The sword intention lingers in the heart of the Tao, and it is covered with dust again. Your future road will become more and more bumpy."

Luo Qingchen bowed and said softly: "Disciple, if you believe in yourself, you should be able to eliminate this dust in your heart."

The Second Master shook his head: "That's all, you just have to know it in your mind. After all, Hua Jie Bing is not Li Youan. You do have a chance to dissipate her sword intent. If you can dissipate it successfully, you can make further progress."

"Master, I have a request. I would like to take a look at this ink bamboo painting."

Luo Qingchen said.

"That's right. You came late and haven't seen the painting yet. Just take a look.

When the Second Master heard this, he did not refuse. With a flick of his hand, the scroll on the table suddenly flew up. The framed scroll rolled down and a cold sword intent came out of the scroll!

Luo Qingchen's eyes narrowed and he stared at the scroll. The ink-colored bamboo and stone appeared on the paper.

There seems to be a gust of wind blowing, the bamboo leaves are noisy, and the sword waterfall is pouring.

The painting is indeed extraordinary, the black bamboo is like a gentleman's proud back, standing upright regardless of the east, west, north or south wind!

Is this the boy's painting? !

Such a fierce sword intention, although not too powerful, is perfectly integrated into the painting, unique!

Luo Qingchen suddenly thought of Anle's practice of refining the spirit and establishing the fetal breath in three days. Now it seems that Anle may have used this method to refine the spirit and establish the fetal breath quietly!

It was not as he guessed that Mrs. Hua gave the young man some kind of magic weapon for refining the gods, and used external force to destroy the seedlings and encourage the establishment of the fetus!

The young man... has a talent for poetry, painting, an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship, and an unyielding will.

Now standing on the opposite side of him, the threat... cannot be underestimated.

Wang Banshan, an old man in Confucian robes, looked at Luo Qingchen's Tao Xin Mengchen's sword intent, felt the sword intent in the painting, and suddenly smiled.

"Luo Qingchen, it has been ten years since you entered the academy. At the beginning, you entered Lin'an with high spirits and outstanding talent. Unfortunately, you lost in the battle with Li Youan and your Taoist heart was dusty. Your talent is rare in a century, but your Taoist heart is really too delicate. "

"This ink bamboo painting contains the perseverance of a gentleman, and it is quite suitable for you. If you have time, you should learn the ink bamboo painting method from Mr. Anle, the painter who painted this painting. It will be of great benefit to your Taoist mind."

As soon as the Third Master finished speaking, Luo Qingchen's bowing movements suddenly stopped, and his face looked rather ugly.

Let him learn painting from Anle?

Luo Qingchen has his own arrogance and seeks advice from a young man who he once bullied and condescendingly oppressed?

Is this Third Master deliberately trying to kill him? !

Luo Qingchen took a deep breath and felt that his cheek had been slapped, but he was facing the third concubine, a highly respected scholar in the academy, so he could only hold back this breath.

"Thank you for your teaching, Master."

Luo Qingchen said calmly.

The Third Master stroked his beard, looked at Luo Qingchen, and said calmly: "Your heart is not humble enough."

"Since you know my teachings, I just have time today. You can trace this ink bamboo painting in front of everyone, give you a demonstration, and analyze the ink bamboo painting method."

Luo Qingchen maintained his bowing posture and raised his head to look at the third wife.

The Third Master stroked his beard and chuckled.

After a long silence, Luo Qingchen said softly: "Here."

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Tianbo Waterside Pavilion.

The rain became heavier and heavier. Billions of spring raindrops poured down and landed on the black tiled roof, making a crisp and clear sound.

The rain fell in the large pond in front of the water pavilion, causing ripples. The ripples swayed layer by layer and blended together. It was not clear whether it was spring rain or water in the pond.

In the hall, Anle is painting, concentrating so much that neither the spring breeze nor the rain can affect him.

It is still painting bamboo, using ink and wash to paint bamboo. Burnt ink and light ink overlap to create layers. The thin bamboo main pole is scolded in one breath. Every time I mention it, it becomes a bamboo knot, which is simple and clear, and then it is a bamboo leaf, one stroke at a time. , the mind of the sword waterfall blends peacefully into the realm of fetal breath, and the bamboo leaves are like sword energy coming out of the sheath.

Painting bamboo and stone, flowing clouds and flowing water.

The storm outside the house is like a sudden storm, just like the state of mind of Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng who are watching the painting. Guan Anle paints bamboo. The bamboo in the painting seems to be facing the strong wind and rain, but still proud!

Mrs. Hua had already left the couch, walked to the table in her embroidered shoes, and stared at the scroll, intently.

A good painting has a soul. Mrs. Hua, who is well aware of Anle's encounters, has a special feeling for the bamboo in the painting. The Hsinchu standing stubbornly on the rock is just like the backbone of the young man who stood upright under Luo Qingchen's pressure in the spring rain. .

Mrs. Hua observed carefully, and the painting contained a peaceful and not overbearing mind, but at this moment, this mind actually echoed her majestic mind.

The mind spread uncontrollably, and in an instant, the sky and water pavilion turned into a small bamboo forest, with dense green bamboos swaying gracefully, and the sound of waves in the sea of ​​bamboo, just like silk and bamboo cluttering the ears.

Anle finished painting the last stroke in one go and looked up to see such a wonderful scene.

Turning his head, he saw Mrs. Hua's beautiful face close to the distance. Her eyes seemed to contain stars, as if she wanted to absorb his mind into them and fall into a boundless fantasy.

[Natural Swordsman] Daoguo shuddered, and there seemed to be sword light cutting Anle's sight away. He looked away, and Anle let out a breath, with lingering fear.

Madam Hua’s cultivation is unfathomable.

Madam Hua, who had created the wonder of the bamboo forest, also felt her emotions. She put away her lost mind, and the surrounding bamboo sea disappeared instantly.

"good."

Looking at An Le who was able to cut through her inner sword, he couldn't help but admire him.

This unexpected moment of insight made Mrs. Hua feel a little stronger. Although she had not taken an important step, she had also improved significantly.

Mrs. Anle Dehua appreciated it, but she smiled and filled up her pen with ink.

Then he wrote the inscription in Banqiao style on the drawing paper:

Although stone cannot say anything, he loves this Hsinchu. Bamboo cannot say anything, but he loves this foothills. The young man's sleeves are full of spring breeze, and he will fight for you. Mrs. Anle gives flowers.

When the signature is completed, the wolf hair is lifted instantly, and the spring breeze blows around the waterside pavilion.

When Mrs. Hua saw this signature, her red lips curved and she smiled happily.

She was naturally happy to receive a painting from a young man. Today she finally saw Mo Zhu, who was able to conquer that senior, and she also vaguely understood why the old man was willing to give the young man a sword.

Just because a young boy drawing bamboo is like dancing a sword.

There is sword spirit in my heart, sword spirit in my writing, and sword spirit in my paintings!

Mrs. Hua’s eyes sparkled.

She suddenly had an idea in her mind. The Lord of the Sixth Mountain had a sword box with three thousand swords hidden in it, which was said to contain all the swords in the world.

Could it be that after viewing the painting, he chose to open the mountain and select its guardian?

Or could it be said that this sixth mountain master only founded the mountain for this young man in front of him?

Mrs. Hua thought like this and fell into deep thought.

The sudden spring rain suddenly calmed down.

The patter of rain is like a soft beauty, carrying the soft spring breeze, which makes people very comfortable.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng also observed Anle's painting, and felt an indescribable image. It seemed that the young man had undergone transformation and had extraordinary confidence.

Lin Zhuifeng came to the table and looked at this ink bamboo painting. She didn't have much ink on her chest and abdomen, and she couldn't help but sigh: "The painting is awesome!"

Lin Qingyin also had admiration in her eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a little entangled in her heart. She really wanted to learn this ink bamboo painting method... but she hadn't mastered sketching yet, which was disappointing.

Mrs. Hua returned to her mind from her thoughts and was in a good mood. Her eyes fell on the scroll and then glanced at Anle.

After the young man finished painting, he stood in the main hall wearing a white suit, a bamboo sword at his waist, and a warm spring breeze on his face. He was neither arrogant nor impetuous.

"You gave me the ink bamboo painting. As an elder, I naturally cannot accept this painting in vain. I should have given you a sword, but you have already received a bamboo sword from an elder. The other swords are all dim and inconspicuous in front of the bamboo sword. Sincerity..."

Mrs. Hua smiled brightly and looked at the young man with a mysterious smile.

"After thinking about it, I decided to give you a special gift in return."

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