Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 86 Hao Ran's Sword Qi Kills Little Ghosts, Brother An Also Entered Heaven and Returned to the World

Proud and proud, lonely and proud of the world.

In front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, there was silence, only the sound of the young man reciting poems, like a huge wave rushing out, hitting the wall of the house, swaying to the surroundings, reaching everyone's ears.

Those present who were able to enter the quiet street all have some literary talents and status, and they are not illiterate people. They naturally have their own opinions on the appreciation and analysis of literature.

Looking at the young men in white clothes wearing double swords, standing on chairs, drinking wine and reciting poems freely, everyone was stunned and dumbfounded.

Many literati, scholars and Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list have long been unable to maintain their expressions, and their faces are full of shock and disbelief.

Although some of the allusions and characters in An Le's poems are quite strange. After all, the difference in the allusions prevents them from understanding quickly, but the problem is not that big, because many characters can find their prototypes from the ages after careful analysis. The number of poems recited by Anle was too many and too fast, making it impossible for them to read carefully.

But they can still easily understand and taste the overall quality of the poems, the emotions and thoughts contained in the poems.

The rhyme of a poem, the arrangement of sentences, the careful consideration of words... are not easy tasks. Who would have thought that there are people in the world who can drink, laugh and talk about three thousand poems!

What's more, even after studying these poems, there are many demeanors and shadows of sages in them.

For example, there are Taibai Sword Immortal's poetic style in the previous dynasty that attracted the grandeur of the rivers and rivers in the stele of Wenqu, and there is also the thatched sage Confucianism in the previous dynasty who cared about the suffering of people's livelihood and became holy with poetry in the world...

Anle's poems all have the style of these sages who have left their names on the Wenqu stele!
It is enough to see that An Leding has read extensively and studied knowledge seriously!
How could such a person cheat? !

Looking at the young man with flying hair, upright sword energy soaring into the sky, turning into a white python, shattering the blue clouds, and roaring throughout Lin'an, he felt a sense of suffocation coming from the surface, which made everyone's heart surge.

This son does not belong to the world, he should descend to the mortal world as a heavenly man!

Qin Xiang said that I cheated in the imperial examination, so I set up a table in front of Qin Xiang's mansion to drink and spit out three thousand poems.

Every poem is a masterpiece, and some of them can be astonishing when read carefully, and the words and sentences are carefully thought out.

Confucianists naturally have the ability to distinguish good and bad poems. Some poems have a charm that can be passed down through the ages at the first glance, like gold in the sand, no matter how long it is dusty, it can stand out and shine!
The Confucian scholars around who reported Anle's imperial examination cheating had gloomy complexions, and those who were shocked by the mighty sword energy had already felt sorry for them, and their trembling hands were like the three Confucian scholars who were named by Anle to copy poems, even holding pens unstable.

It was overwhelmed by the momentum, and it was also because of the panic and ghosts in his heart.

They reported Anle for cheating in the imperial examination, and Anle was flooded with poems like the waves of the river.

Did An Le know how to write poetry before?

Of course it will, and the bamboo and stone on the ink and bamboo painting, which insists on the green hills and not letting go, has already shown that the juvenile calligraphy and painting are outstanding.

Therefore, it is not surprising that everyone wrote good poems about today's Anle, but it is too strange that the first poems are all good poems worth reading, and it is simply inhuman!

In the chariot, Mrs. Hua sat dignifiedly, lifted the curtain, and looked through the window at the young man bursting out with mighty sword aura in front of Prime Minister Qin's mansion, and even more vaguely, attracted the awe-inspiring young man in the Wenqu stele. Can't help showing a soft smile.

In a daze, Mrs. Hua seemed to remember the scene when she saw the boy for the first time.

At that time, the boy had a tiger in his chest and a spirit in his heart.

Today, the tiger showed its fangs and was in high spirits!

Mrs. Hua understands the meaning and purpose of Anle's move, and ordinary explanations for such things as slandering and splashing dirty water cannot be explained, and it is even possible that the description will become darker and darker.

Because there is nothing wrong with wanting to commit a crime, no matter how you explain it, the dirty water that you want to impose on yourself will eventually be poured on, and it will only cause a commotion.

An Le is also aware of this point, the only way to cut the mess with a sharp knife, is to cut off all the dark thoughts and all the thieves with the sword in front of everyone, in exchange for a fresh breeze.

Therefore, with the mighty sword spirit in front of Qin Xiangfu, he drank and uttered three thousand poems.

With his own awe-inspiring sword energy, he provoked the awe-inspiring body on the Wenqu tablet. With so many awe-inspiring bodies, who would dare to say that An Le cheated?

Such a person needs to cheat?
If Qin Xiang still didn't believe it, still insisted on having no evidence, but still wanted to examine An Le, it would be like slapping the three masters of the Academy of Arts in the face.

Those who have obtained such greatness still slander and cheat. Doesn't that mean that the greatness that has been passed down by the Academy of Arts for thousands of years is nothing?
Although Prime Minister Qin is very powerful, he really didn't dare to offend the Academy of Arts like this.

Therefore, this is An Le's method of breaking the situation. It is very simple, direct and transparent, but the difficulty involved is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Because it is impossible for ordinary literati to rack their brains to make so many poems, and if they want to attract Haoran, it is not just about attracting them.

An Le has a mighty sword energy in his body, and uses the mighty sword energy to transform the white python, and then uses the [-] poems and articles that freely sway the literary talent as the medium, echoing the style of the sages left in the stele of Wenqu, which naturally attracts the movement of Wenqu stars in the sky and Wenqu on the ground. In the stele, there is a mighty surge!

This move has the demeanor of the Taibai Sword Immortal who fights wine and writes poems like falling three thousand stars in the prosperous age of the previous dynasty!
Mrs. Hua's vermilion lips curled up slightly, and her smile became more and more intense.

Qin Xiang intends to take advantage of Chunwei's fraudulent behavior to imprison An Le and wipe away the young man's spirit and heart.

But he never thought that Anle would directly use his strength to release his youthful spirit and pile up his heroic spirit.

The young man sat on a chair and drank unrestrainedly, and his mighty sword energy, soaring arrogance, and surging spirit swept out, completely alarming the entire Lin'an!

On this day, the demeanor belongs to Anle.

Even the immortals in the sky cannot take it away.

in the crowd.

Zhao Huangting, an old man from Taimiao who came to watch the fun, couldn't help laughing too, his eyes full of admiration.

"Okay, okay, what a drinker and copied three thousand poems! Slapping Qin Lishi's face and slapping him in the face! It's so refreshing! It's a big deal!"

Zhao Huangting laughed wantonly, and many Confucian scholars saw that the old man was so unrestrained and bluntly said Qin Xiang's famous and taboo words, they were frightened and hurried away.

But the old man didn't care at all, he just laughed.

In the sky in the distance, three figures came hand in hand, they were the three masters of the Academy of Arts.

They came following the awe-inspiring aura in the Wenqu stele, seeing the magnificent young man and the awe-inspiring sword aura surging into the sky from the young man, all three of them were stunned.

From such a distance, even if he really wrote three thousand poems, he might not be able to attract Haoran at all, but the young man actually possessed the sword energy of Haoran.

Such sword energy pierces through the sky, as if passing through the Wenqu stars in the sky, attracting a mighty river like flowing water!

The three masters all looked at each other, and there was a flicker of surprise in their eyes.

"My son, you must enter the Academy of Arts."

Zhu Huoxi became more and more determined about this idea.

"On that day, he visited Xinlin, watched the years in front of the Wenqu stele, and elicited the awe-inspiring, awe-inspiring figure of countless sages. Today, he has written many poems, and there are sages who have left their names in the Wenqu stele to attract awe-inspiring sages. Shadow and style..."

"This son is a born sage seed!"

Zhu Huoxi said categorically.

The eyes of the second master Pang Ji flickered, and the third master Wang Banshan smiled happily.

At this moment, the whole of Lin'an was shaken, and all the forces from all sides came here to investigate, and many people even rushed to it directly from the sky.

Li Youan was dressed in plain clothes, smiled lightly and closed his eyes, listening to a line of poetry, with a smile on his lips.

Hearing "Looking at the sword with the lamp on while drunk, and blowing the trumpet in the dream", I just feel my heart tremble slightly, and resonate with it, as if sitting on that chair at the moment, drinking wine and voicing poems is himself.

Hearing the phrase "I searched for her thousands of times in the crowd, but when I looked back suddenly, that person was in a dimly lit place", starlight spread all over his body suddenly, the famous sword thousands of times trembled slightly, bursting out sword energy like a bull fighting.

In Lin'an Mansion, many temples and Confucianism came across.

Outside Lin'an Mansion, on the first mountain, the old man pinched his fingers and his expression moved. On the sixth mountain, the sword box of Hongchen, the owner of the sixth mountain, trembled endlessly.

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In the depths of Lin'an, there are many palaces and palaces.

The sun is shining, and the glazed golden tiles are shining brightly.

Zhao Xianyou was dressed in brocade clothes, sitting on the glazed tiles, holding a pot of fine wine overflowing with aura in his hand, with a smile hanging on the corner of his lips, he drank it freely, the wine slipped from the corner of his mouth, and dripped into the chest and abdomen, free and easy .

"The mighty Qingming knows no bottom, the sun and the moon shine on the Gold and Silver Terrace..."

"Brother An, could it be that you also entered the Heavenly Gate, visited a fairyland and returned to the human world?"

Zhao Xianyou laughed.

Then he raised the jug and pointed it in the direction of the white python with the arrogance of the sword, as if toasting.

In Tianxuan Palace.

There are many Diao Temples, and a luxurious and indescribable figure sits on it, looking out with deep eyes, looking at the awe-inspiring sword energy that penetrates the sky and the earth of Lin'an Mansion, and squints slightly.

"Tong Diao Temple, such a clean and upright spirit permeates the sky and clouds, and there are even poems written vertically. Such a brilliant literary talent is moving. You go and take a look. In addition, transcribe many poems into a book."

A faint voice came from the figure above the throne.

An elderly man dressed in black with a feminine temperament bowed slightly: "Here."

The old man walked out step by step, and then disappeared into the bright sunlight outside the gate of Tianxuan Palace.

The man sitting on the precious throne, still looking at the mighty sword energy penetrating into the sky, let out a breath slowly.

"Old Emperor Uncle, Old Emperor... After all, you still gave Qingshan as a gift. The sword energy of this Qingshan can melt into Haoran. It's really miraculous... It's a pity that Qingshan has never returned to my Zhao family. It's a pity."

The man sighed lightly, pinched the center of his eyebrows, and slowly closed his eyes.

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In Qin Xiangfu.

The atmosphere was depressing and dreary.

in the library.

Qin Prime Minister Qin Lishi stood in front of the extravagant gold-carved window with his hands behind his back, looking at the majestic sword aura rising in front of the gate, as well as the poems that circulated endlessly in the Prime Minister's mansion while reciting.

Qin Lishi closed his eyes.

The essay on the Northern Expedition in the Chunwei exam question came to his mind again, which made his heart throb.

In front of Qin Lishi's eyes, he seemed to see a young man dressed in white, who swung his sword with disdain, and cut the mountain he had condensed with his power into two halves.

A sword opened the mountain, and the young man walked slowly along the line of the mountain with the sword in hand.

Facing him, he raised his head proudly.

Slowly opening his eyes, Qin Lishi understood that the young man was doing this to gain innocence, and he didn't even need to ask for his innocence, the young man could gain innocence by himself.

Although it was reported by Confucian scholars on the Wenqu Tablet of the Academy of Arts, but Anle directly extradited Haoran from the Wenqu Tablet, who would dare to say that he was cheating?
If he, Qin Lishi, still insists on talking about An Le's cheating, it is tantamount to denying Haoran, who has been inherited by the Academy of Arts for thousands of years. It will provoke the glaring eyes of many great Confucianists from the Academy of Arts in the court.

Even though Qin Lishi is high and powerful, he can't bear such public anger.

The sound of chanting poems outside the Prime Minister's Mansion was still going on, and every poem fell was like a slap on his face, because after An Le finished reading the poems, he would add a sentence and copy the poems again. head.

Speaking of copying every poem, he is undoubtedly mocking Qin Lishi's blindness and dirty behavior.

Qin Lishi knew that his youngest son, Qin Qianqiu, was contributing to the flames here, but he didn't stop him, and even acquiesced, so it can be called complicity. The slap at this moment is not innocent at all.

However, he couldn't do it if he was asked to walk out of the prime minister's mansion and bow his head to apologize to the young man.

Suddenly, a figure walked past the window.

Dressed in a blue shirt, his hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and the handsome man clasped his fists in salute to him.

"Father, the child can go and take the place of his father."

man said.

The man was none other than Qin Lishi's heir born to a maidservant in a moment of improvement, not Qin Hua'an of the direct bloodline.

Qin Lishi didn't pay much attention to the heirs born of this passion at first, but it wasn't until later that Qin Hua'an showed his excellent talent in cultivation that he slowly began to pay attention.

After Qin Hua'an obtained the Little Holy Order by virtue of his own ability, Qin Lishi really paid attention.

This time, Qin Hua'an took the initiative to stand up, and Qin Lishi's heart was complicated.

"No, you are preparing for the imperial examination, don't let it hurt you, let Qianqiu go."

Qin Lishi finally refused.

This time he came forward to represent Qin Xiang, after all, he was still unwilling to let the son born to this maidservant represent himself.

But the explanations and steps were given in the words, which can be regarded as a lot of changes in attitude.

Qin Hua'an, who was in a blue shirt, didn't change much when he heard the words. He seemed to have gotten used to it, so he just cupped his fists and said softly, "Okay."

Then he turned and left, disappearing among the green shades of the Xiangfu garden.

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The leisure pavilion where the flowing water seems to have stopped, no longer flowing.

The spring breeze carried the coldness and blew past, making Qin Qianqiu's body slightly chill.

"How dare he, how dare he do this!"

Qin Qianqiu was holding the chess pieces in his hands, his face was slightly pale, and he seemed to be stagnant in his heart, unable to spit out.

The poems one after another were like bloody knives that pierced into his body, bringing out bright red blood.

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to completely tarnish An Le's reputation and cut off his heart, but he never thought that this son would take this opportunity to extradite Haoran in front of the Qin Xiangfu to show his will, and instead slapped the Qin Xiangfu in the face .

After this time, the world called Prime Minister Qin, how old-fashioned and dizzy it is to be able to put such a talented literati who can extradite Haoran in the name of fraud!

This made Qin Qianqiu's heart filled with unexplainable anger, he missed this son again and again, and he was extremely depressed.

Wang Qinhe, who was beside him, stared blankly at the upright sword energy surging outside Qin Xiang's mansion, as well as Haoran who had been extradited, and fell into a daze.

Is this the happiness of today?
An Le, who fought against him before Chunwei, changed a lot. Under this sword aura, Wang Qinhe didn't even have the courage to draw his sword for some reason.

My heart acquiesces in Qin Qianqiu's behavior of pouring dirty water and slandering Anle, like a cloud of dark and foul-smelling sewage, illuminated by this mighty sword energy as bright as a big sun, but it is actually cut off by indifference, which cuts off his mind and makes him angry I didn't even have the courage to draw a knife.

For a while, Wang Qinhe lost interest, he picked up the dragon's spine knife, looked at the gap on the dragon's spine knife, for a long time, heaved a long sigh.

It is impossible for him to catch up with An Le in his life.

Even, he didn't even have the qualifications to stand up to him.

Just when Qin Qianqiu was furious, a figure slowly appeared in the water pavilion.

"My lord, the master asked you to go to the court of the prime minister's mansion, and calm things down."

Seeing this person, Qin Qianqiu held back his anger. This person is a strong confidant beside Qin Xiang, with extremely high cultivation and unfathomable depth.

"it is good."

Qin Qianqiu knew that going on like this would be of no benefit to Qin Xiangfu's face. The longer it dragged on, the more Qin Xiangfu would become a joke.

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In front of Qin Xiangfu.

An Le took a sip of the wine, the wine was almost bottomed out, and he had never used his cultivation to suppress the alcohol, so a little drunk came to his heart, but it made him even more arrogant.

The ink pool at the waist has long since risen into the sky uncontrollably, turning into a streak of ink-colored sword light that is constantly flying across.

The air of calligraphy and ink keeps gushing out and pouring into the ink pool, causing the ink pool, which is already a half-step fifth-grade sword, to emit a clear sword cry at this moment. burst.

This sword weapon has finally stepped into the ranks of the fifth-rank magic weapon!

The three Confucian scholars who copied the poems had dry mouths, red faces and red ears, and were extremely ashamed.

Trembling and copying poems for Anle, they felt that every poem felt a little bit heavier after the hand, and finally became heavier, cutting off the scholarly spirit in their hearts.

They who once waited for the Literary and Music List of the Academy of Arts were naturally a bit self-satisfied and proud, but now, this self-satisfaction and pride has long been crushed to dust.

The ink pond hangs in front of An Le, An Le stretches out his hand to gently stroke it, glances at the opened door of Qin Xiangfu, and the figure walking out of the door, and continues to read the poem in his mouth.

"Er Cao's body and name will be destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be abandoned."

The complexion of the Confucian student who copied the poems changed drastically, and the faces of the Confucian students who were on the literary and music list around him also turned red, ashamed and angry.

Faced with An Le's scolding, there was nothing he could do, and the literati spirit in his heart was completely defeated.

An Le smiled, but stopped talking, just picked up the jug, and drank the last sip of old rice wine in the jug.

Qin Xiangfu, which had been closed for a long time, was finally opened.

Slowly walking out was Qin Qianqiu in a fine attire, staring at An Le who was sitting on a chair and drinking recklessly.

Qin Qianqiu took a deep breath and said: "Mr. An, my father ordered me to tell you that he was negligent in the imperial examination fraud case. You are innocent."

After Qin Qianqiu finished speaking, he ignored it, turned around and wanted to leave.

This sentence is considered a compromise and an explanation given by Prime Minister Qin, but it is only an explanation for the Academy of Arts, not An Le.

However, An Le stood up from the chair and stretched.

Looking at Qin Qianqiu, he sneered.

The mighty white python burst out with sword energy, but with a sudden roar, it turned into an extremely piercing sword light, and slashed towards Qin Qianqiu brazenly.

Qin Qianqiu turned around abruptly, and saw the sword energy coming!
"An Le, you are bold!"

Qin Qianqiu yelled angrily, and the tortoise shell defense magic weapon Vajra Bell on his body reappeared.

However, when Haoran's sword qi slashed down, the vajra bell was useless at all. Qin Qianqiu only felt a chill all over when the sword qi passed through the defense of the vajra bell.

Then there was a black shadow similar to him behind him, howling, twisting, roaring and being cut into two halves, like a filthy imp under the bright sun, shining in the bright sun, disappearing into ashes.

Qin Qianqiu's legs went limp, his liver and gallbladder cracked, and he sat on the ground paralyzed, the dark, vicious thoughts in his heart, and even his soul were chopped off and covered with cracks.

The refined mind fell back to the fetal breath under the slash of this mighty sword energy.

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