Chapter 37: The Young Man Had No Intention of Insulting Qingchen, and Then Watched the Lady's Golden Years Pass By

The wind in the water pavilion is becoming softer and softer, like the blessing of spring that awakens all things to revive. When it blows on the face, there is a kind of comfort that makes the pores glow.

In the main hall, the fragrance of ink is strong.

A special gift?

Anle felt confused and confused after hearing Madam Hua's mysterious smile.

In fact, he didn't ask for anything in return when he presented the flower lady with the ink bamboo painting.

Just the fact that Mrs. Hua showed him the way forward and illuminated the green lantern on his spiritual path was enough for the young man to paint without asking for anything in return.

However, Mrs. Hua obviously didn't want to accept the boy's painting in vain.

Mrs. Hua admired the ink bamboo pictures on the table. Compared with the sketches, it was obvious that such ink paintings made Mrs. Hua happier.

The reason why Mrs. Hua appreciates the sketch is because Anle's sketch is so lifelike and captures the melancholy and sadness she felt when she parted ways with her husband.

However, Anle's ink painting of bamboo is unique and can even be said to have created a style of ink bamboo painting. There are many bamboo painters in Da Zhao, but there are only a few who paint bamboo with ink and wash alone.

The main hall of the waterside pavilion was quite quiet, without any sound except for the lingering breathing of a few people.

An Le, wearing white clothes and wide sleeves, stood there, waiting for Mrs. Hua's so-called special gift, but... after waiting for a moment, Mrs. Hua made no move.

Anle was a little confused and looked at Mrs. Hua doubtfully.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were also confused. They were even curious about what the special gift the eldest lady gave to Anle.

A spiritual practice? Or practice magic?

But none of these can be called special.

Mrs. Hua admired the painting, raised her head and glanced at Anle, and couldn't help but smile: "What are you looking at? Sit down and drink tea. You will know this ceremony in three days."

"I can't give it to you now."

When Anle heard this, he did not doubt Madam Hua's words and believed that Madam Hua would not play tricks on him.

It will be known in three days, is Mrs. Hua's gift related to the opening of the Sixth Mountain to recruit mountain guards?

Madam wants to help him become the guardian of the Sixth Mountain Lord?

Anle couldn't figure it out and stopped thinking about it.

For the next time, Mrs. Hua stayed in the waterside pavilion to drink tea and discuss paintings.

Miss Xixiang has a graceful figure and is quite good at making tea. Her tea art is pleasing to the eye and makes her feel happy and peaceful.

During the period, Mrs. Hua and Anle explained some difficult points in the "Sword Waterfall Picture" and some tips in the process of visualizing the sword picture, which benefited Anle a lot.

The spring rain gradually stopped, and the air was filled with a cleansed fragrance.

The sky is getting late, and the looming glow jumps out from behind the dusk clouds, reflecting the red sky and sea of ​​clouds.

Anle said goodbye to Mrs. Hua, and left the Lin Mansion with Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng seeing her off.

He is holding a folded oil-paper umbrella, a broken bamboo sword at his waist, and a black and white jade pendant.

The young man's handsome appearance made passers-by on the street look back frequently.

Strolling along the long street, he went to Yanchunli to drink a bottle of wine as usual, and then took a leisurely detour to Dingya Lane. He remembered that the old man from Taimiao once said that the old rice wine in Yanchunli was very good, but the meat was not good, and eating meat was not good. We have to go to the beef shop in Dingya Alley.

Therefore, Anle went to Dingya Alley, found the beef shop that the Taimiao old man said, cut a pound of braised beef, and then returned to Taimiao Alley leisurely and comfortably.

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Wenyuan, among the black and white pavilion buildings.

The glow washed by the spring rain falls from the clouds and reflects on the windowsill, making the hanging water droplets burst out with colorful luster.

Luo Qingchen put down the pen in his hand with a somewhat ugly look on his face.

Looking at the ink bamboo and stone pictures that he had personally traced on the table, a flash of embarrassment flashed through his eyes.

The surrounding gentlemen from the liberal arts academy all gathered together to appreciate and comment on the ink bamboo painted by Luo Qingchen.

"That's right. As expected of Mr. Luo, the one painted on the ink bamboo is almost 80% similar."

"It's a pity that the artistic conception is a little different. It lacks the character of a gentleman who can stand proudly in the world and let the wind of east, west, north and south..."

"No wonder Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo's Taoist heart has been dusted one after another. I don't understand that feeling."

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The gentlemen of the Academy of Arts all had sharp eyes, and Luo Qingchen did a good job in tracing. Although his technique was still different from An Le's Mo Zhu, it was his first time tracing, and Luo Qingchen had already done a good job.

The form is in place, but the meaning is too different. When a painter paints, the most important thing is the meaning.

Luo Qingchen was not a professional painter, so no one pursued it. In addition, Luo Qingchen was defeated by Li Youan, so his back was broken, and his Taoist heart was dusty. Naturally, there was a gap between the gentleman's integrity revealed in the painting.

But it’s one thing to know, and it’s another thing to say it when analyzing.

Luo Qingchen's face was gloomy and terrifying, and it felt like his face was being pulled out and being whipped continuously.

Of course, what made Luo Qingchen feel most uncomfortable was that he couldn't actually describe Anle's painting, and the gap was even quite large.

"Master, the student has finished painting."

Luo Qingchen put down his pen, clasped his fists and saluted the two masters who were sitting upright on the table.

"The student has something to do at home, so I will leave today." Luo Qingchen said, then turned around and hurriedly left the pavilion with his clothes flying.

The second wife glanced at the third wife: "Why did you drag him out and suffer this humiliation?"

The third master stroked his beard and smiled: "You know what I mean, Luo Qingchen's talent is good, but it's a pity that his mood is not good and he is easily frustrated. His Taoist heart is too delicate and gets dusty at every turn. If he could calm down, feel the artistic conception in the painting, reflect on himself, and realize The perseverance and integrity still have a chance to wash away the dust in the Taoist heart.”

"It's a pity that he never grasped it."

"After entering the Qin Xiangfu as an aide, Luo Qingchen's belief in cultivation is no longer pure, which is a pity."

The third master sighed.

The second master was silent for a moment, and said: "Luo Qingchen should also know this, so he will go to the foot of the sixth mountain in three days to compete for the position of mountain keeper. If he can enter the holy mountain, his heart of Tao will be dusty and clear."

The third master heard this and smiled without saying anything.

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Luo Qingchen walked down the bluestone steps. After a spring rain, the foothills of Wenyuan were shrouded in mist, dotted with black and white buildings, and the clouds were so deep that it seemed like a fairyland.

The burly coachman sat quietly on the shaft of the carriage. Mr. Luo said that he would return in a moment, but it was a long time before he knew it.

Although he was confused, the coachman did not feel dissatisfied at all.

The stone path on the cold mountain was slanting in the distance. Luo Qingchen returned in a gorgeous dress with a gloomy face. He got into the carriage without saying a word.

"Go to Prime Minister Qin's residence."

Luo Qingchen's tone was cold, as if mixed with anger.

"Yes."

The burly driver wore a bamboo hat with spring rain still on it. He did not ask anything, but only responded, and began to urge the luxurious carriage to move slowly towards Prime Minister Qin's residence.

In the carriage, Luo Qingchen sat upright with his eyes closed, and there seemed to be a string in his heart, trembling and beating violently.

The humiliation he suffered today was not inflicted by the young man, but the painting was made by the young man. The contrast in the state of mind in the painting made Luo Qingchen feel wronged and unwilling.

The young man painted bamboo with gentlemanly integrity, and his proud bones stood tall in the world, but the world said that he, Luo Qingchen, did not have this proud bones, and could not paint the charm of ink bamboo...

Those words may be unintentional, or they are weird, but they are indeed like the sound of stringed instruments, disturbing his heart.

It's easy for those scholars in the Academy to say it. If the young man is allowed to face Li Youan, will his heart of Taoism still be as solid as a rock? ! Will he still have the courage to draw his sword? !

Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, exhaled, and suppressed his twisted mood.

He knew he had lost his normal mind.

There was a picture lingering in front of his eyes. It was a picture of a young man bathing in the spring rain, standing straight under his pressure, and never bowing his head.

The young man in the picture was very dazzling.

Although it was not as dusty as the dust on his heart, it still lingered, making him feel quite uncomfortable.

"Three days later, the sixth mountain will be opened. I will enter the holy mountain. My heart will wash away the dust and restore its former glory. All the ridicule and insults will eventually disappear like clouds after rain."

In the car, Luo Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

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As the sun sank, dusk fell.

Qingbo Street became increasingly sparsely populated.

Anle carried a pot of old yellow wine and the braised beef from Dingya Lane and returned to the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane.

The corpses in the yard had been cleaned up long ago, and with the spring rain that washed them all day, there was no trace of blood.

The leaves of the old locust tree were stained with the undried spring rain, shining brightly under the sunset.

Anle took out a small table from the house, put old wine and beef on it, and placed two bamboo stools facing each other, waiting for the old man from the temple.

After waiting for a while, the old man had not come yet, so Anle sat on the bamboo chair and slowly closed his eyes.

His mind moved.

Today in Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, the golden years that he had absorbed from Madam Hua suddenly emerged and shone with golden light.

Anle had absorbed a golden years from Madam Hua before, condensing the years of Dao Fruit [Sword Dancer].

This was the first time that Anle had absorbed the second golden years from the same person.

Years are like flowing gold, condensed into incense sticks, burning with smoke.

There is a picture like throwing a stone into a quiet lake, causing ripples.

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