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

The wine dances in front of the flowers, and the shadow of the golden hairpin falls in the silver lamp.

Charming and heart-wrenching, the warblers and swallows are dancing peacefully in the flower pavilion.

An Le was carrying old yellow rice wine, wearing a white coat with wide sleeves filled with the spring breeze, and her refreshing hair disheveled, looking at the Linhua Pavilion under the stars at night and the lanterns at the beginning of the night.

Anle had naturally heard of this place, the most famous place for fireworks and willows in Lin'an Prefecture, but had never set foot there.

The flower boats on the West Lake are also a place for fireworks, but they pale in comparison to Linhua Pavilion. Whether it is extravagant or luxurious, they are far apart.

If it weren't for Fairy Yunrou on the West Lake flower boat, it wouldn't be able to attract so many literati.

The biggest difference between Linhua Pavilion and many flower boats on West Lake is that practitioners come and go in Linhua Pavilion. Basically, practitioners will choose Linhua Pavilion instead of flower boats on West Lake.

This huge Linhua Pavilion seems to be the epitome of the dream-like prosperity after the Zhao Dynasty moved south, gnawing at the bones and ecstasy, and grinding down people's ambitions.

The fifteenth one on the Little Saint List, named Ximen Qiuhua, is a rather unusual genius on the Little Saint List. He has both the fourth realm and the fourth realm of divine refining and physical exercise. He is only twenty-two years old now.

Unlike geniuses such as Wang Qinhe, Ye Wenxi, and Sima Pudu, Ximen Qiuhua did not have a noble background. In fact, his status was somewhat lowly, as he was born to a dancing girl in Linhua Pavilion.

He grew up in Linhua Pavilion, and later showed his talent, and was noticed by the people behind Linhua Pavilion. In addition to his lowly status, he also obtained the qualifications to study and participate in the imperial examination.

But Ximen Qiuhua went to the liberal arts college to study, but only a few times, and then never went there again, because even though his status was removed, he was still different from the liberal arts students.

The Confucian scholars in the academy who often visited Linhua Pavilion all knew Ximen Qiuhua's identity, and they ridiculed him and felt ashamed to study with Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua finally returned to Linhua Pavilion and studied hard. Because he had been nurtured in Linhua Pavilion since he was a child, he had developed good piano skills, made good tea, and was even better at playing the flute.

Even in the Linhua Pavilion, his rank is higher than that of many oirans, because people come to Ximen for flowers, not because of his beauty or hobby, but because of their admiration for his piano skills, tea skills and flute music. .

Of course, no one dared to mess around, because the person behind Ximen Qiuhua was the person behind Linhua Pavilion, and it was rumored that his status and power were both unimaginable.

Anle smiled and recalled the information in the letter given by Mrs. Hua.

The image of Ximen Qiuhua gradually formed in his mind.

After dusting off his white clothes, Anle walked towards Linhua Pavilion.

A crescent moon shoots into the room, and the spring breeze blows into the curtain.

In front of Linhua Pavilion, many literati and practitioners paid attention to the handsome young man who was walking slowly with a pot of old rice wine and two swords on his waist.

The name of the An family is definitely extraordinary in Lin'an now. Reciting three thousand poems in front of the Prime Minister Qin's mansion and extraditing Haoran have already become unforgettable scenes for countless people.

Therefore, as soon as Anle appeared, many practitioners in front of Linhua Pavilion stopped, especially some Confucian scholars from the Academy of Literature and Music. Their drunkenness was suddenly blown by the rain and wind, and they stared at the young man with wide eyes.

"Safe to everyone."

Many practitioners greeted Anle with eager eyes, but they also looked at the young man secretly. Is Sichen, a talented An family member, also coming to the flower pavilion to have fun?

However, it is rumored that everyone in An An does not go to the West Lake to watch the flower boats and does not come to the flower pavilion. Is this... a change of taste?

Unlike the Confucian scholars in the liberal arts academy, many literati did not have much conflict with Anle, and greeted Anle with admiration and closeness.

Anle smiled and bowed, returned the greetings one by one, and then stepped into the Linhua Pavilion where Yingying Yanyan lived.

A fragrant breeze blew by, and several graceful figures approached quickly. Before they got close, they slowed down and bowed.

"The slave family has met the An family."

The words spoken in unison were soft and charming, which made Anle look more serious.

The graceful figures stepped aside one after another, and a graceful woman who was old but still retained the beauty of her youth walked slowly over, looked at Anle, and bowed to salute.

"I have heard about Master An for a long time, and today I see Master An come to my Linhua Pavilion. Linhua Pavilion is really full of glory. Look at the sisters, their eyes are almost watering."

The woman held a round fan with chrysanthemums painted on it. Although her words were exaggerated, her posture was elegant and she had the grace of a lady.

"Everyone An, please go upstairs. The slave family has prepared the best wing for everyone. The sisters also let An An's choice. I heard that An An's painting skills are unique. We in Linhua Pavilion also have sisters who are good at painting. I hope An, can you guys give me some advice?"

The woman smiled like a peach blossom and said softly.

An Le smiled and looked at the woman in front of him. He didn't think that the woman was ordinary, but she had the aura of time lingering around her, and she probably had three levels of cultivation.

He cupped his fists and bowed, An Le said: "This sister, I came to Hua Pavilion to find someone. Please tell me that An Le, the sixteenth on the Little Saint List, is here to challenge me."

The smile on the woman's face suddenly froze.

The surrounding literati and many practitioners who were watching all calmed down after listening to An Le's words.

Challenge in the name of Little Saint Ranking?

Who to challenge?

Naturally, it was Ximen Qiuhua, a genius from the Little Saint List in Linhua Pavilion.

"This...here, everyone An. In a beautiful place like Linhua Pavilion with fireworks, fighting is really boring. Why don't we invite our girl Tianxiang from Linhua Pavilion to chat with everyone? Miss Tianxiang likes everyone's ink bamboo. Yes, copying every day.”

The woman's face returned to a smile and she said.

However, Anle still smiled, raised his head, and looked past the hanging red lanterns one by one, landing on the high-rise railing of the pavilion.

There, there was a man in plain clothes standing upright, looking down at Anle.

"Aunt Xuan, please come up, everyone."

The man spoke, his voice drifting over.

Aunt Xuan still had a smile on her face, sighed softly, turned to An Le and said, "Mr. An, please."

There was also less enthusiasm in his words.

Anle followed the woman named Aunt Xuan all the way up the stairs. Linhua Pavilion suddenly felt a little quiet, and many eyes followed the movements of Anle and Aunt Xuan.

At this moment, many people's minds have already stirred up a storm. The Little Saint Ranking has been updated today, and Anle has jumped two places in a row from eighteenth to sixteenth.

Everyone was still shocked by An Le's breakthrough, but they never thought that as soon as night fell, An Le would challenge Ximen Qiuhua who was ranked fifteenth!

Ximen Qiuhua, training the body and refining the spirit are all in the fourth realm, and although Anle can break through the four realms by practicing the spirit, the body training is still only the third realm!

He is also a genius, does Anle want to fight across the border?

Ximen Qiuhua is different from Wang Qinhe. He actually obtained the Little Holy Order based on his own talent. The only reason why he is ranked fifteenth is that his cultivation is a bit weak, and he has just broken into the Fourth Realm.

Ximen's experience of asking for flowers is not a secret in Linhua Pavilion. His piano skills and tea art have long attracted the attention of many powerful people.

However, due to his background, Ximen Qiuhua started his cultivation a little later and fell far behind. Therefore, although he obtained the Little Holy Order based on his own strength, it was difficult for him to have a good ranking in terms of cultivation.

At this point, many people think that Anle and Ximen Qiuhua are somewhat similar.

On the fifth floor of Linhua Pavilion, the door is opened, and a little bit of sandalwood floats out. This floor is quite quiet, and there is no smell of rouge and gouache. It seems like a place to worship Buddha, not like a place for fireworks.

When Anle stepped into the house, Aunt Xuan couldn't help but close the door. In an instant, she was completely isolated from the outside world, and there was no more sound or noise.

In a noisy place like Linhua Pavilion, there is something really special about being quiet and quiet.

An Le was dressed in white. When he entered the house, he saw a man in plain clothes sitting on the tea table with a handsome face.

"Mr. An, please."

Ximen Qiuhua saw An Le and learned that An Le was here to challenge him. There was not much surprise on his face.

Anle was sitting on a chair, facing him, several feet away.

Ximen Qiuhua took off the boiling hot water on the charcoal stove, picked a few tea leaves and dropped them into the celadon cup, and then brewed them with hot water. The tea leaves spread out in it. Next to the ebony tea table, there was a tea cup. The strings on the Jiaowei huangli wood guqin shimmered with silver light under the light of the small oil lamp beside the table.

A cup of hot tea is enveloped by a spiritual power, drifting towards peace and happiness.

An Le took it. The smooth and warm tea cup was filled with crystal clear green tea, and the color was extremely attractive. After playing with the tea cup for a while, An Le drank it all in one gulp.

The rich tea aroma bursts out in your mouth, fully releasing the taste of the tea itself and the spiritual energy contained in it.

The tea art is pleasing to the eye, and the control of temperature and time is extremely precise.

"Master An, come to challenge me? If I remember correctly, Master An will be promoted to sixteen today, right? Shouldn't he consolidate his position before challenging me again?"

Ximen Qiuhua looked at Anle and asked gently.

"I don't have much time left, I have to hurry up."

Anle put down the tea cup and responded softly.

The two of them don't look like rivals who are about to have a life-and-death confrontation with each other on the Little Saint List, but more like old friends having a chat over tea for many years.

"Not much time..." Ximen Qiuhua seemed puzzled and played with the tea sets on the tea table. Then he thought of something and suddenly raised his head, staring at Anle.

"Could it be that... Mr. An wants to challenge all the way up and recreate General An's legendary performance?"

Ximen Qiuhua said in surprise.

Anle did not answer him. He raised his hand, and as his mind filled with emotion, the ink pool swept out.

The slightly trembling ink pool emitted the sound of sword chants, and instantly, there were dense sword energy intertwining in the room.

"My cultivation level is weak, but my natural talent is good. Fighting is an excellent nourishment for me to improve. I feed myself with fighting. Maybe I can show some edge during the trial in front of the palace, so that those who The rats who are spying on me and trying to plot against me should be more careful."

"In this world, background is very important, but one's own strength is the real capital of arrogance."

"I want to make myself stronger. I also want to climb high and see far away. I will be at the top and see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance."

"There are many turmoils in Lin'an, and there is no way to avoid them. If I want to get involved, I will become a whirlpool of my own." qqxδnew

"I will cultivate my invincibility, choose a small holy list, and fight against Lin'an."

Anle said softly.

The voice was not loud, but it was full of sonority, which made Ximen Qiuxian, who was sitting behind the tea table, narrow his eyes slightly.

Fight for Lin'an!

Such an arrogant young man, with such domineering ambitions, and such a bright fighting spirit like the blazing sun, made Ximen Qiuhua's heart tremble slightly, but he couldn't help but admire him.

It is too difficult to follow the undefeated legendary path of the legendary champion Li Youan, and the courage required is too great. Even just verbal shouting is enough to scare away too many people.

And the young man in front of him, with the cultivation of the third realm of body training and the fourth realm of god refining, raised the sword in his hand, and wanted to go back to the legendary path of the legendary number one scholar, pick a small holy list, and fight against a Lin'an.

Taking a deep breath, Ximen Qiuhua's eyes showed admiration.

He naturally had all the information about Anle. He came from a small family in Chongzhou and had not practiced when he entered Lin'an. However, he was taught by Madam Hua in the Lin Mansion. In just one month, he rose to prominence like a dragon emerging from the abyss.

Anle is now a legend in himself.

And today, Anle came to challenge him, Ximen Qiuhua, to create a greater legend.

Feeling the sword energy of the ink pool lingering in the room, Ximen Qiuhua's body was also surging with waves of mind.

He stared at Anle, and deep in his pupils, it was as if a ball of fire was burning, that was the will to fight.

"Mr. An is so courageous. In this case, Qiuhua will accompany you to the end today."

Ximen Qiuhua said.

However, he stood up, walked to the vermilion carved wooden window, pushed the window open, looked at Anle, and said: "This house was rented to me by Linhua Pavilion. It is a good place to taste tea, play the zither and flute. It will inevitably be damaged in the fight, so, Mr. An, can you fight with me on the top?"

The ink pool floated to his side, and Anle smiled: "Okay."

Ximen Qiuhua bowed elegantly. Although he had not entered the Academy of Literature, his demeanor was more elegant than any Confucian scholar in the Academy of Literature that Anle had seen.

Ximen Qiuhua waved his hand, and the guqin on the table floated over and was carried by him. A jade flute with red tassels hanging on the wall also fell into his hands.

With a surge of mind, Ximen Qiuhua floated out of the house, and Anle followed closely.

The two left the room, floating up as if stepping on the moon, climbed onto the roof, stepped on the hexagonal flying eaves and black tiles, and landed on the top of Linhua Pavilion, standing on the two diagonals of the roof.

The chilly spring night wind blew, stirring people's clothes and making them fly.

The river and the sky were one color without any dust, and the bright moon was alone in the sky.

The huge silver moon disk hung high above the two people's heads, and the moonlight was like a veil, reflecting on the top of Linhua Pavilion.

Ximen Qiuhua took down the scorched yellow pear wood guqin, one leg stood on his own, and the other leg was raised and placed horizontally, with the guqin falling on his legs. He looked at Anle and smiled softly: "Mr. An, please."

The ink pool poured into the sky, and then fell again, hanging beside Anle. Anle drank a mouthful of old yellow wine, put the wine pot on the roof, and the next moment, he gently knocked on the ink pool hanging in front of him.

Instantly!

The top of Linhua Pavilion was filled with sword energy!

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The news that the An family came to challenge Ximen Qiuhua of Linhua Pavilion spread in an instant, especially when everyone looked from afar.

It can be seen that on the top of Linhua Pavilion, two figures stood opposite each other, and their auras clashed.

Many people rushed out of their minds, or rushed out of the house, landed on the roof, and looked far away.

The battle on the Little Saint List would have attracted the attention of most practitioners in Lin'an Prefecture. After all, those who can be on the Little Saint List are not mediocre.

Among the people fighting this time, there is Anle, who is becoming famous.

Many people are puzzled. Why did Anle rush to challenge the 15th place when the Little Saint List was just updated today and Anle was ranked 16th, without leaving room for himself to consolidate his cultivation?

But some people saw something extraordinary.

One after another, the souls rose into the air, standing in the air, looking at the battle between two outstanding young people in Lin'an Prefecture on the Linhua Pavilion.

Ye Wenxi, Ye Yinping, Qin Hua'an, Sima Pudu and other famous people on the Little Saint List all spread their souls to watch.

Li Youan, Zhao Huangting, Madam Hua and other famous strong men are also curious and watching.

… … … When the sword energy overflows the universe, it means that this challenge has begun.

Compared to the previous battle when Wang Qinhe challenged him, this battle was Anle's counterattack against a higher ranking person.

Both of them took it seriously, without any relaxation or neglect.

Under the moonlight, two pairs of eyes looked at each other, one pair of eyes was elegant, the other pair of eyes was heroic, and only each other, who was covered in the moonlight, was in their eyes.

Both of them were outstanding among their peers, and those who could be on the Little Saint List were extraordinary people, so neither of them was willing to give in easily, and both wanted to suppress the other.

Anle wanted to defeat Ximen Qiuhua and cultivate invincibility. As the beginning of the battle for Lin'an, this game was crucial to him. If he lost in the first game, the blow would be absolutely huge. Not to mention cultivating invincibility, his spirit would be weakened.

And Ximen Qiuhua was also full of fighting spirit. Anle wanted to step on him to cultivate invincibility, and Ximen Qiuhua would naturally not let him succeed easily. Going all out was the greatest respect for Anle, and respect for Anle's difficult legendary road!

With a hook of five fingers, the sound of the piano was resounding, and the invisible energy had already arisen and merged into the mind.

It was like a small snake dragging the airflow, rushing out quickly, like an arrow, shooting at Anle.

Qingshan gently lifted up and tapped the small snake of the airflow, and the small snake fell apart. Anle was full of momentum, and the sword finger gently pressed down, and the sword energy was close!

The chilly spring breeze suddenly turned into a sharp sword energy, like a straight line, suddenly cutting down.

Ximen Qiuhua's body drifted aside, a strand of hair was cut off, fell on the piano, and was hit by the sound of the piano again, and flew in the air.

The sound of the piano came one after another, and the sound of the piano seemed to turn into a beast rushing out with the energy.

"Palace."

The mind was excited, and there was a soul competing for eyes in the Niwan Palace between Ximen Qiuhua's eyebrows.

The corners of the lips opened slightly, and the resounding piano sound floated. An Le was surrounded by beasts transformed by the sound of the zither, and there was even more sharpness among them. The zither sound vibrated and generated a wandering aura, and every ray of the zither sound turned into a solemn and murderous aura.

An Le's blood and qi surged, and the ancient monster suddenly appeared, like the roar of an ancient monster tiger, suppressing every beast addicted to the zither.

The zither sound exploded, turning into dense and dense Qi Qi threads, and the source of those threads was all at Ximen Qiuhua's fingertips. When his fingertips pulled the zither sound, a string was broken.

"Shang."

Ximen Qiuhua exhaled again, and the sound of the piano changed again and again, as if water flowing from a high mountain turned into a rushing tide!

Countless threads were cut down like countless sword energies.

An Le finally moved, the green mountain in his hand rose up, and the sword energy was flowing. When he passed it forward, a bamboo branch grew out in the distance, disturbing countless silk threads as it swayed.

Take a step forward and stare at the sound of Qin Qi like the flowing water of a river. As Anle Qingshan waves, a mighty sword Qi pours out, brilliant and majestic, firm in faith and unstoppable!

The soul and spirit in An Lemei's heart are also released. When the God of Refining steps into the fourth realm, he already has a good demeanor. The sword waterfall appears in shadow, as if an invisible rainstorm is falling, and the rain contains sword energy!

An Le crushes the sound of the piano step by step. Every time he takes a step forward, his body surges with pride, his fighting spirit rises, and his momentum becomes higher and higher!

The distance between Ximen Qiuhua and Ximen Qiuhua was only thirty steps, but it was filled with dense piano sounds and floating piano wires. Each strand of piano wire was as sharp as cutting a head.

Anle used the bamboo branch sword technique to cut a path roughly.

There are two types of confrontation between the two, the confrontation in the mind and the confrontation in techniques.

The sword energy is approaching, and Mo Chi is hiding in the darkness, bringing a killing blow at any time, while Ximen Qiuhua blocks the surrounding area with the sound of the piano, and is alert to the location of the sword energy, and does not give any chance of peace. This is a mental confrontation.

The battle of techniques is the overlapping and changing of each piano sound, and the murderous intention brought by it is all chopped off by Anle with the bamboo branch sword technique. This is the battle of techniques!

Ximen Qiuhua's head swayed slightly, and he was playing with the strings with his left and right hands. His face turned slightly pale, and his mind began to overdraw.

"horn!"

Ximen Qiuhua's eyes narrowed, and he pressed down his hands violently. The sound of the piano seemed to stop for an instant, but the next moment, Ximen Qiuhua's slender fingers kept tapping on the piano.

"Cai Nu used to make the sound of Hujia, and every time she played it, there were eighteen beats out of ten."

This is the eighteen shots of Hujia!

Bang bang bang!

On the roof, the black tiles exploded, and the fragments of the eighteen exploding black tiles suddenly rose up. The sound of the piano was instantly like running water turning into a desert wind!

An Le held the Qingshan Sword and changed his posture again. He moved forward with the young man's sword skills. The young man's spirit soared into the sky and slashed away the yellow sand in the sky!

The two gods' refining minds collided, creating a storm that rippled around and sent black tiles flying everywhere.

The young man killed Hu Jia with his will!

Thirty steps closer, the sword energy spreads horizontally, and the awe-inspiring sword energy cuts down with a bang.

Ximen Qiuhua's face turned pale, and his mind was a little unable to hold on any longer. After Gong Shang's corner, it was difficult to gain momentum.

However, Anle's strength grew stronger as he fought, and under the overlapping momentum, he approached Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua's eyes were bright, and his fighting spirit was like a rainbow. His hair was flying upside down, but he did not retreat. With one hook of five fingers, he pulled up the strings, like a bow bent over the full moon, and the bow was shocked like a thunderbolt!

This is a Confucian scholar who is full of Confucianism but hangs out in Linhua Pavilion.

At this moment, he was like a sharpshooter surrounding him to kill Hu Man!

The jade flute floated up and rested on the strings.

The harp is the string, and the flute is the arrow.

The music is the most murderous!

He wanted to kill the powerful young man in front of him!

boom!

Suddenly, there was an explosion. Before Ximen Qiuhua could react, a broken black tile suddenly filled with sword energy and struck the Jiaowei Guqin. The Guqin was shattered into pieces and exploded!

Everything can be approached with sword energy!

Ximen Qiuhua spit out a mouthful of blood. His energy was in chaos. He could no longer gather his strength. His eyes shrank, and the thick black night suddenly turned into a ball of ink stains. The ink stains pulled out slender threads, like a completely blackened thread. of strings...

Wiped across his neck, bringing up a drop of bright red blood.

Ximen Qiuhua's whole body suddenly collapsed, and he fell two steps on the roof. The joy of slicing away the long piano sounds and strings with the green mountain was no longer blocked. He pushed out a sword, penetrated Ximen Qiuhua's chest, and then pulled it out again. Bring a lot of blood.

At this moment, the sound of the piano disappeared and the sword energy disappeared.

Only the two people standing on the roof were left, looking at each other.

One person's eyes were full of regret, but he also had the joy of having a hearty battle.

In one person's eyes, the invincible power has just begun to take shape. The fighting spirit is like the blazing sun, like a big roc rising in the wind!

It was as if at this moment, he was wearing an invincible force and was surging like a wave, pointing his sword at the city.

Fight for Lin'an!

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