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

Da Zhao, Lin'an Prefecture.

By the West Lake, white jade railings stretch endlessly. A spring rain has just fallen, and the air is slightly cool, with a slightly sweet smell.

The turquoise lake water is rippling, and the lotus leaves on the water are swaying gently. In the middle of the lake, the red-lit flower boats decorated with pieces have begun to brew the restlessness of the spring night. A graceful woman is hidden, leaning against the window sill of the boat building, her eyes are flowing.

Literati and poets stepped on the bluestone after the rain, lounging on the bank of the long embankment, reciting poems and composing poems. From time to time, they stood on tiptoe and looked at the flower boats, hoping to catch a glimpse of the charming figures in the flower boats without getting on the boats, and then engaged in prostitution.

"Oh, it's too far away to see clearly."

"Otherwise, go buy a painted boat and get closer, maybe you can meet the oiran, and you can save a lot of money."

On the long embankment, a young man in green clothes was holding a bottle of wine, taking a sip and muttering.

"But if I don't go to see the oiran, I don't have to spend any money."

The young man frowned and retorted to himself: "A man of letters is just a man of romance."

"Forget it, I don't have money, I can't be romantic, and I can hardly pay for the hotel room."

The young man sighed, unable to enjoy the pleasure of free prostitution, which made him very melancholy.

Raise the flask and take a sip while enjoying the beautiful view of the West Lake.

The breeze blows on my face, and the willows hug.

Looking at the bustling West Lake, a few ripples gradually appeared in the young man's eyes.

He never thought that one day he would encounter such an outrageous thing, and travel to the scholar who came to the capital to take the exam across a vast distance of time and space.

The scholar himself was not poor. He came from a Chongzhou family. It could even be said that his family was wealthy. However, he did not understand the principle of keeping wealth secret. When he was approaching the capital, he was robbed. The guard dropped his burden and ran away. The scholar was beaten. As a result, guests came through time travel.

The young scholar was named Anle in both his past and present lives, and his name was quite acceptable. In his previous life, he was an art student admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, and he was quite accomplished in painting.

After arriving in the capital, fortunately, with the one tael of silver hidden in his trouser pocket, he bought some drawing paper, found some charcoal blocks, and sold a few paintings with sketches and realistic paintings in different styles. He earned some silver and was barely able to survive.

In Anle's memory, there was no dynasty called Da Zhao in his previous life. However, after inheriting the memory of this body, Anle had a vague understanding of the entire world.

This world is not ordinary, there are monks, there are monks, there are chaos.

An Le came to the capital all the way and saw that human lives were like grass and bones were frozen to death on the road.

There are powerful alien nations outside, watching with eager eyes, ready to go south at any time, annihilate the territory of Zhao, and completely invade the central land.

The capital of Great Zhao was originally located in the north, and had been at war with the barbarian tribes for eight hundred years. Eventually, the alien tribes gained strength, and the Emperor of Great Zhao ordered the entire court to move to the south and establish the capital in Lin'an to temporarily avoid the enemy.

It had been five hundred years since the Zhao Dynasty moved south, and the capital city of Lin'an was extremely prosperous, with music and music played every night. The thought of going north to regain the lost land in China had long been buried under the prosperity.

In Da Zhao, everything is low-grade, only cultivation is high.

Even scholars are inferior to practitioners.

The imperial examination is even divided into A and B Jinshi. Even if you have outstanding literary talents and unparalleled talents, you can become an able minister in the world, but if you are not a practitioner, you can only get into the B list. Only those who are practitioners can get into the A list and aspire to be the number one scholar.

Anle couldn't practice cultivation, but if he wanted to live a decent life in this era, getting into the second rank of Jinshi could be considered a way out.

This is also the reason why Anle chose to continue to Beijing to prepare for the imperial examination.

Anle even had an ambition, which was to achieve the top rank of Jinshi.

If you can become a Jinshi in the first rank, you will be truly admitted and soar into the sky.

Although he has not practiced yet, he still has hope because he has the support of being a time traveler.

Looking at the slightly rippling surface of the West Lake, Anle's pupils were dilated, and a translucent light curtain appeared in front of his eyes.

…

[Name: Anle]

[Year Qi: 2 wisps]

[The Fruit of Time: None]

…

It was a very simple light curtain, which Anle only jumped out after he set foot in Lin'an Mansion three days ago.

After several attempts, Anle discovered that through the light curtain, he could absorb a gray air flow called Time Air.

Although, Anle has not yet figured out the function of the gray airflow.

But there is no doubt that Anle can only hope in this if he wants to embark on spiritual practice.

In Da Zhao, practitioners have a distinguished status. As long as they practice practice and are registered with the government, they can even receive a monthly salary. It is said that the lowest practitioner can receive thirty taels of silver.

Thirty taels of silver is enough to live happily in Lin'an.

With a bit of envy, Anle dispersed the light curtain in front of him. Several literati and poets on the side couldn't help but stir up. They saw a flower boat in the middle of the lake among the clouds and mist, with red lights lit up. In the boat building, the curtains Opening it, Pingting's maids in goose-yellow dresses slowly walked out, standing on both sides.

Although they are far apart, these maids have graceful figures and are as beautiful as those in ordinary flower boats, which makes many literati and poets excited.

This scene is very special. According to the memory of the original owner, Anle also understands the nobility of the flower boats. The flower boats on the West Lake are also divided into grades. The flower boats in the center of the lake are of higher grade, and the oiran's status is more noble.

There are even rumors that the oiran of the famous flower boat in the center of the lake is even a practitioner with good cultivation!

How can the literati not be excited when a practicing woman becomes an oiran? It is an additional bonus to the charm of the profession.

If you can kiss Fangze, even if you write a hundred poems, it won't be enough.

Suddenly, there was an uproar among the literati on the edge of the long embankment.

"Fairy Yunrou is here!"

"How beautiful, the female sword fairy, so graceful and graceful!"

"If I can get into Fairy Yunrou's flower boat, my whole life will be worth it, even if I lose my reputation this spring!!"

…

The literati chattered endlessly and made irresponsible remarks.

Anle stood there, lifted the wine bottle, and took a sip. The aroma of the wine spread on the slightly raised corners of his lips, and his eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of excitement.

"finally come."

I saw a bright sword light above the 100-meter sky, and a long sword came through the air.

On top of the long sword, there is a woman in a white dress, with a slender figure standing on it. Three thousand green hairs are floating, and the mist is lingering on the lake, as if she is being swept up by the sword energy, and she is out of this world.

The woman with the sword fell into the flower boat, and the maids on both sides bowed and bowed. They saw the woman in white looking back and smiling. The veil covered her mouth and nose, and only her eyebrows were exposed, which seemed to be flowing with electricity.

The literati on the dike of electricity were excited and itchy.

Although it was not the first time he saw it, Anle was still amazed. The main reason was seeing the sword flying with his own eyes. The impact was too strong.

The role-playing of a female swordswoman is the norm in this era. Which literati can withstand such a test?

In An Le's slightly narrowed eyes, the peerless courtesan in white landed on the flower boat. There were actually wisps of gray air flowing around her body like a snake.

If you count carefully, there are more than a dozen strands of gray airflow.

The gray air flow was incompatible with the white mist that filled the lake. Although they were far apart, it was extremely clear in Anle's eyes, and even vaguely created an extremely strong attraction for Anle.

Anle has been soaking on the bank of the West Lake these days, just for this cultivator Oiran. The two wisps of age in the light curtain came from the body of Fairy Yunrou in the past two days.

The first time he met Fairy Yunrou at Changdi, Anle detected the age energy in her body. There were more than ten strands of age energy, and Anle could only pick up one strand a day.

Therefore, Anle spent the next few days squatting beside the West Lake.

One wisp a day, slowly.

Although we still don’t know the function of time energy, but in line with the principle of not gathering white and not gathering, it is always right to gather more.

In front of his eyes, a pale golden light curtain emerged.

In the light curtain, the [Year Qi] column flickered slightly.

Then, Anle saw a wisp of gray air break away from the leading flower boat in the center of the West Lake, like a wisp of dandelion floating freely in the world.

The gray air flow spans hundreds of meters across the West Lake and finally lingers at Anle's fingertips.

However, the strange thing is that this gray air flow, lingering on Anle's fingertips, turned into gold, like a ray of golden light bursting out of the sand, unable to cover up the brilliance, and diffused into Anle's body.

In the light curtain, there is one more ray of time energy.

As for why it turned into gold, Anle couldn't figure it out.

If you don't understand it, just ignore it.

It's all done, Anle happily drinks a big white wine.

With luck in mind, Anle wanted to try to get a wisp of time energy from the top oiran again, but the column of the light screen [year energy] stopped beating and could not be absorbed. It was obvious that he was trapped in the sage's time.

Therefore, An Le, who felt a little regretful, turned around and squeezed away the excited group of red-faced literati and poets behind him, and walked away without any nostalgia, carrying a bottle of wine.

However, he just walked out of the crowd and took two steps.

Anle is stunned.

Because, in front of his eyes, the golden air flow he had just drawn was like a pillar of golden incense, curling up and burning.

Then, Anle discovered that there was a scroll unfolding in front of him, and in the scroll, the pictures were moving like light and shadow.

Like a movie, it plays slowly.

What comes into view is a women's boudoir.

The gauze hangs lightly and the rouge is fragrant.

On the bed in the boudoir, there was actually a graceful and graceful figure that was faintly visible.

Taking a closer look, Anle was shocked.

Because of this graceful figure...

It was the practicing oiran who crossed the West Lake with a sword and boarded the flower boat, the female sword fairy!

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