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

The morning breeze blew on my face, bringing with it the unique coolness of spring. After Anle ate the tofu pudding sold by a small street vendor in the alley, he walked slowly, soaked in the spring breeze, and headed towards the West Lake while reading a book.

It is good when the water is shining and clear, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.

The West Lake on a rainy day and on a sunny day are two different scenery. The sun shines behind the clouds in the sky, shining on the lake surface with sparkling light, like sieved golden sand rolling in the palm of your hand.

On the embankment, literati and poets gathered together as always, and the flower boats in the lake rippled, like a young grass, harassing the tenderness of the literati and poets' hearts.

An Le walked to the embankment and looked at the lake where the table was photographed, feeling quite good.

He took a walk and read, waiting for the arrival of the lady Sword Fairy and Courtesan on the flower boat in the middle of the lake. However, he had not seen Fairy Yunrou in the past few days, and Anle didn't know if he would see her now.

But walking around the West Lake every day, reading a book, or admiring the scenery is a unique experience.

However, the atmosphere along the embankment today was a little different from usual.

The literati gathered together, whispering to each other, their eyes full of gossip.

"Have you heard about the An family who won the Little Holy Order yesterday at the Sixth Mountain?!"

"I am studying in a liberal arts college. How could I not know that An Jia's hand-painted bamboo is completely different from the previous hand-painted bamboos. It is really amazing and dazzling."

"The copy of the ink bamboo painting circulated from the Academy of Literature, Xiaosheng was lucky enough to take a look at it. The burnt ink and light ink echo each other, which is indeed unique."

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The literati talked high-spiritedly and calmed down the family one by one.

After Anle listened for a while, he realized that this Anle... was actually himself.

An Le didn't leave when he was in a good mood, so he gathered at the embankment and listened to the compliments of the literati. Sometimes they even mentioned some appreciation of the ink bamboo paintings.

"This brother has also seen the Ink Bamboo Picture?"

A scholar was immediately surprised by Anle's sharp comments and bowed his hands to say hello.

An Le bowed and responded humbly: "I'm lucky enough to have seen him a few times."

"Oh? Brother, are you also studying in the liberal arts college?" Many scholars asked curiously. After all, Guan Anle was quite unfamiliar to them.

"That's not true. I work as a painter in the Lin Mansion and paint for the young masters of the Lin Mansion in their free time."

An Le smiled and responded that he had indeed never been to the Academy of Literature.

Many scholars were very interested in communicating with Anle. Anle chatted for a while. Fairy Yunrou did not appear today, so she said goodbye and left to work in the Lin Mansion.

Even though he won the Little Holy Order, even though his painting shocked Lin'an.

But all this has not changed much in his life. He will still go to the Lin Mansion to work, and he will still study hard to prepare for spring.

Anle stepped on the bluestone road, holding Qingshan and Mochi at her waist, and disappeared on the long embankment.

Many scholars looked back, only finding Anle interesting. They recognized that Anle would come to the edge of the West Lake every day to watch the girl in the flower boat.

Suddenly, a liberal arts scholar shouted in surprise.

Looking at the direction An Le was leaving, his eyes showed a little excitement.

"As far as I know, the Lin Mansion was recruiting painters some time ago, and Mr. An stood out and got into the Lin Mansion, becoming a painter of the Lin Mansion..."

"Tell me, is this brother just now the An family?"

The literati were stunned for a moment, looking frequently at the direction Anle was leaving, and then laughed out loud. They felt that such thoughts were really ridiculous: "How can people like An Le come to the edge of the West Lake every day to watch the lake?" The red girl in the flower boat?"

"How can a person like An's family be equal to me?"

By the embankment, there was laughter.

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Anle didn't know what happened by the West Lake after he left. Even if he knew, he just smiled.

Walking along the bustling streets, bathing in the warm spring sunshine, stepping onto the quiet streets, and passing the stone tablets and jade squares that made all civil and military officials of the dynasty dismount, you can see the Lin Mansion's iconic Eight Treasures Double Eaves Dripping Water Tower.

It was still the shy maid Liu Xiang who opened the door. Seeing the handsome and charming An Le, Liu Xiang pursed her lips, full of shyness.

Yesterday, Anle defeated many geniuses in the Sixth Mountain to obtain the Little Holy Order. After Lin Zhuifeng returned home, he began to promote it blatantly, so most people in the mansion knew about Anle's deeds.

Now seeing peace and happiness, and with the blessing of his deeds, Liu Xiang felt that Mr. An was as rich as jade, just like an immortal banished from heaven.

An Le smiled gently and entered the Lin Mansion under the leadership of Liu Xiang.

Originally, Anle wanted to see Mrs. Hua and ask about the Little Holy List, but Liuxiang informed Anle that Mrs. Hua had not returned home yet, so Anle went directly to the martial arts hall.

"Safe to everyone."

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin laughed and joked when they saw An Le.

Hearing this, Anle couldn't help but wave his hands: "How dare you call yourself everyone?"

In the martial arts hall, today's young masters of the Lin family are all dressed in fancy clothes and in great spirits. They seem to be going out, but they also seem to be waiting for An Le.

Naturally, they also went to the Sixth Mountain yesterday to try their luck to see if they could become mountain guards, but unexpectedly saw the grace of An Le, a familiar painter from the Lin family.

Eighth Young Master Lin Ye came over eagerly: "Master An, you are finally here. Your black bamboo is now famous in Lin'an. It is praised by many people not only in the Academy of Literature, but also in the Martial Arts Temple."

"I'm going to the Martial Arts Temple soon to take the spring martial arts exam. After the martial arts exam, many of us will go to the Canglang River to rebuild the Lin Mansion's former glory."

"I stayed here specifically to meet An's family today."

The surrounding young masters of the Lin Mansion also showed smiling faces one after another.

Anle has become familiar with everyone, and they are no longer strangers to each other. The young masters of the Lin family who seem to be difficult to get along with are actually quite easy to get along with.

"I promised Madam Hua to paint a painting for you gentlemen. The painting has not been finished yet, and it will take a long time."

Anle said seriously.

Going on an expedition to the frontier, life or death is unknown, but Anle hopes they can return safely.

Everyone chuckled and continued talking.

During the conversation, Anle absorbed the energy of time from all the young masters.

One person still has three rays, but five people can be absorbed, for a total of fifteen rays.

Like Eight Young Master Lin Ye, after this time, he was completely emptied of Anle, and his body no longer had the energy of time.

These young men in the Lin Mansion can no longer afford An Le Sui for much longer.

There are a total of fifteen rays of time energy. This time, Anle did not hesitate too much. He chose to divide it into three parts and evenly blessed them on the Tao fruits that needed to be blessed with time energy.

As for the practice methods, "Five Birds Strengthening Technique" and "Sword Waterfall Picture", they have been blessed a lot before, so there is no need to add more for the time being.

After the blessing was completed, Anle felt his mind shake slightly, and his body seemed to have undergone some changes.

The improvement is not obvious, but it changes Anle subtly.

The young masters of the Lin Mansion chatted with An Le one after another. After the time was almost up, they left the Lin Mansion together and headed towards the Martial Arts Temple. Lin Zhuifeng also had to take the martial arts exam at the Martial Arts Temple, so only the ninth sister Lin Qingyin was left alone with An Le.

Of course, it is not necessarily true that he is alone. There are servants from the palace waiting in the distance, waiting for orders.

The two came to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion and sat in the pavilion.

The spring breeze blows, causing ripples in the blue water in the pool to reach the sky.

"Sir, are you still teaching painting today?"

Lin Qingyin said softly.

An Le smiled: "Today I will teach you still life sketching in sketching."

Afterwards, he asked the maid Liu Xiang for an apple, placed it on the table deliberately piled with wrinkled silk, and taught Lin Qingyin how to control and describe the light and darkness of apples and fabrics through sketches.

Lin Qingyin was serious in his studies, and Anle was also very serious in his teachings.

The sound left by the charcoal scratching on the paper is like the chirping of cicadas in summer, bringing tranquility to the soul.

Suddenly, on the white jade arch bridge of the waterside pavilion, Mrs. Hua's personal maid walked towards her, smelling the fragrance.

"Mr. An, Miss Ninth."

Xixiang bowed and saluted.

"Madam has just returned from the summons. If Mr. An comes to the house, you can go and see the Fourth Master. Regarding the news about the Little Holy List, Madam has asked the Fourth Master to inform you on your behalf."

Hearing this, Anle immediately bowed in return and said, "Thank you, Madam, for your concern."

"Sir, you go ahead. I can paint alone in the hall. After the painting is finished, I will comment on it tomorrow." Lin Qingyin stood up and smiled gently.

Hearing the words, Anle no longer hesitated, nodded, bowed to Lin Qingyin and said goodbye, and headed towards Qingfeng Garden with Xixiang.

Before entering the garden, I heard a sound of horses neighing outside.

"The Fourth Master has lived in the Yuan-Meng Empire for a long time, and gradually developed a habit of raising and training horses. I heard that the Fourth Master has a stolen Li horse in his courtyard, which runs like black lightning and has a violent temper."

Xixiang said softly, and then knocked on the door of Qingfeng Garden.

"Fourth Master, Madam asked me to bring Mr. An to see you." Xixiang said.

"Come in." A faint voice came from the garden, and the door opened with a flick of the mind.

Qingfeng Garden is actually very large, and there is also a small grassland. Fourth Master Lin is wearing a Confucian shirt, with a table in front of him, and rice paper spread out on the table.

Fourth Master Lin frowned, with a sad face painting the rogue horse lazily basking in the warm spring sun in the pasture.

Seeing An Le, Fourth Master Lin nodded slightly and chuckled: "We said goodbye last time, and I have to greet you when we see you again."

An Le waved his hands with a look on his face: "I don't dare, Fourth Master just call me An Le."

Fourth Master Lin seemed to have thought of something, and looked at An Le with his eyes brightening: "I want to make a painting for my thief, but my painting skills are poor..."

"I wonder if Mr. An can paint other things besides painting bamboo?"