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

After watching the old man go, Anle slowly let out a breath.

This old man who walked out of the Imperial Ancestral Temple has a special status and can be a blessing to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Let alone his cultivation, his status alone is beyond his reach.

But Anle still rejected the old man's idea of ​​exchanging paintings immediately. As the old man said, a gentleman keeps his promise, and a promise is worth a thousand dollars. Since he promised the Lin Mansion first, there is no reason why he would not go without asking for leave.

The old man said that he would protect him from the demonic energy that escaped during the tempering process, which was naturally beneficial to Anle. Therefore, Anle was very grateful, otherwise it would be really troublesome to attract the demon subduing master.

There are demons in the world, and naturally there are demon subduing masters. Demon subduing masters are a general term, but most of them are practitioners. Broken down, Taoist monks and others also have part-time demon subduing.

There are many stories about demon subduing masters recorded in the folk history of Da Zhao. Many demon subduing masters do not distinguish between good and evil demons. The demon subduing master Lei Ting takes action.

Therefore, if the demonic energy leaks out during Anle's body tempering and attracts some unreasonable demon subduing masters, it will indeed be very troublesome.

After replacing the green clothes stained with blood from the pores on her body, she wore a white shirt, which made her look chic and elegant, and even made her body tempered with evil spirit, making her even more coquettish.

The small courtyard was locked, and after leaving, An Le walked out of Taimiao Lane like a leisurely stroll.

Passing by the Imperial Ancestral Temple, the majestic and closed building makes it difficult to see the furnishings and appearance.

An Le didn't look at it for long, he withdrew his gaze, stepped onto Qingbo Street and headed towards the quiet street where there were many noble mansions.

Today, because of Yaoyu, I practiced Wuqin for a while longer, so I probably don’t have time to go to the edge of the West Lake to gather Fairy Yunrou’s wool. However, there are many young masters in the Lin family, and Anle is able to gather them all.

Arriving at Jing Street, stepping on the flat bluestone, recalling that he was attacked here yesterday and faced with Luo Qingchen's power and pressure, Anle raised the corner of his lips and silently kept this matter in his heart.

Passing through the stone monument and jade square in front of the Lin Mansion, where all the officials had to dismount and walk, he raised the door knocker and knocked on the door, and a maid opened the door for him.

"Mr. An is here, please."

The petite maid, looking at the increasingly handsome An Le, blushed unknowingly and carefully led the way to the martial arts hall.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng had been waiting in the martial arts hall for a long time. When An Le came in wearing white clothes, he added a bit of coquettishness to his face, making the two girls look at him a few more times.

When Anle saw the two girls, he couldn't help but smile. He picked up the wool and picked up two wisps of age from each of them.

Lin Ye, the eighth son who was conquered by An Le's photo retouching skills yesterday, came over to say hello with a smile. An Le also took away a few traces of his age without being polite.

These third-generation sons of the Lin family who are the same generation as Jiumei generally have seven or eight strands of age energy on their bodies. Lin Zhuifeng is taller, with more than a dozen strands, while Lin Qingyin is not as good as Lin Zhuifeng, with only seven strands.

If Anle comes a few more times, Lin Qingyin will be sucked dry.

However, simply because there are so many young men, An Le Sui can still be supported for a while.

After continuously extracting the energy of time from the two young masters, plus Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng, a total of four people, they reached the limit and could no longer be extracted.

And the eight wisps drawn are all gray energy of time.

The golden age energy that can condense the Taoist Fruit of Time is indeed not that easy to produce.

Of the two strands of time energy and one strand of Dao Transformation Fruit extracted from the woman in the morning, only one strand was left. With eight strands now in the account, Anle's family suddenly became rich.

Anle also estimated that he could only take out ten wisps of time energy a day, which was the limit.

Maybe if you improve your cultivation to the next level, you can learn more.

After taking the charcoal strips, sharpening them and laying them on paper, Anle began today's task of painting for the young masters in the Lin Mansion.

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The sun sets in the west and the sky is filled with glow.

The willow trees on the side of the long street are covered with soft breeze, bringing a different kind of comfort.

Anle said goodbye to Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin and left the Lin Mansion. Today, he could not see Mrs. Hua.

Strolling along the long street, I came to a restaurant, drank a pot of old rice wine, and cut some pig head meat and braised beef.

Carrying wine and vegetables, bathing in the sunset, he walked slowly towards the small courtyard in Taimiao Lane, which is now his temporary home in Lin'an Mansion.

Returning to the small courtyard, the branches of the old locust trees in the courtyard were lush and rustling in the wind. Anle went to the nearby old well to fetch water, and after watering some potted flowers and plants, he set up the table in the courtyard. , put out the food and wine.

The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south.

Night falls quietly, the clear moon hangs in the sky, and the sky is filled with stars.

There were footsteps outside the alley. The old man in plain clothes held a framed picture scroll in one hand and clasped the other behind his back. He stepped into the courtyard unhurriedly, like an old friend arriving as scheduled.

"Hahaha, I can smell the aroma of wine from a long distance away."

The old man smiled, sitting on a chair in the courtyard, looking at the old rice wine that had been heated on the table and the pig head meat on the plate, the smile on his face became even wider.

Rice wine and side dishes are nothing to him. Even if he can get immortal wine and drink it alone, sitting in the Ancestral Temple, he has not sat upright with others for a long time, drinking and eating, and his emotions were a bit complicated for a while.

Anle poured rice wine for the old man and said with a smile: "This is the old rice wine sold in a restaurant in Yanchunli, Yujie. My friends and I went to drink it once and it was quite delicious. I brought a bottle for senior to try. Senior If you are interested, you can come often in the future and Xiaosheng will prepare wine to welcome you."

The old man drank it all in one gulp, squinting his eyes and smacking his mouth.

“Nice wine, with the taste of craftsmanship, good!”

The old man praised it, and then he and Anle pushed the cups and changed them. After three glasses of wine, the old man stroked his long eyebrows, took the scroll, and slowly spread it out.

"Little friend, if you can become a painter in the Lin Mansion, you must have some real talent and learning. Come, let's enjoy the paintings."

The old man smiled.

The dim candlelight illuminates the scroll.

When the eyes fell on it, it was a meticulous bamboo painting. The bamboo was painted in one color, which was full of elegance and interest.

An optimistic picture, vaguely, the mind is involuntarily mobilized, just like imagining the "Sword Waterfall Picture".

But it is not a matter of contemplation. Before entering concentration, the mind is moved just by looking at the painting, which is enough to show how strange this painting is!

"Little friend, is this bamboo insect picture okay?"

The old man smiled.

An Le appreciated it carefully and couldn't help but admire: "The sparse shadows in the bamboo are filled with double hooks, and they fly with color. They also painted beetles and katydids, all of which are detailed and detailed. This is a masterpiece of meticulous bamboo painting! Everyone's work!"

When the old man listened to Anle's comments, he knew that Anle knew how to paint. People who know how to paint would praise him differently.

It's not like people who don't understand and just say "good painting".

How can I not know that I am a good painter? !

The old man chuckled, poured a glass of rice wine, and drank it in one gulp. He felt that the wine was filled with sweetness.

Anle continued to stare at the painting, and the thoughts in his mind seemed to be growing stronger while watching the painting.

"Do you feel that your mind is growing stronger? As practitioners of my generation, painting is not just a random act of inking. We use our mind to wrap it up and make the paintings more meaningful."

Seeing An Le's appearance, the old man stroked his beard and smiled, and said slowly: "Refining the spirit is about cultivating the mind. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting not only cultivate sentiments, but also strengthen the mind. There are many painters in the court. They put their minds on the scrolls, which can make people happy. People look at paintings to rest their minds.”

"Many of the God Refiners are well versed in calligraphy and painting, and even a famous master can create a rare magic weapon for refining the Gods in one scroll."

The old man drank and ate vegetables to spread some knowledge to An Le.

"Lao Chan's painting of bamboo insects was just painted using ordinary painting techniques and has not been integrated into the mind. However, there is still something magical about it, which can be soothing to the mind."

Anle nodded and was amazed. Looking at the painting, she couldn't put it down.

The old man smiled and looked at Anle: "My little friend was able to paint in the Lin Mansion because of some luck. As a member of the Lin Mansion, it is not difficult to hire a palace painter. However, the forces behind the palace painter are so complicated. "The Lin Mansion has never been involved in party strife, so this is the artist's choice to allow the little friend to enter the Lin Mansion."

"But it must be commendable that my little friend's paintings can be appreciated by the old lady. The old lady is actually looking forward to my little friend's paintings."

Hearing this, Anle got up and went into the house, took out a few sketches, drew them and handed them to the old man.

The old man took it and looked at it carefully, with a flash of strange color in his eyes: "Using charcoal as ink, this painting shows reality. It is a new approach, which is worthy of praise."

"If you are painting people, it is indeed more suitable than fine brushwork and white drawing. No wonder my ability has surpassed many painters in Lin'an and entered the Lin Mansion."

The old man still admires Anle's sketches.

The old man put down the painting, looked at Anle and said, "But I prefer to paint with wolf brush ink. I wonder if my little friend can understand?"

When An Le heard this, he immediately understood that the old man was testing him. Although the old man admired the sketch, he didn't like it. If An Le could only sketch, then today might be the last time the two of them had a drink and talked about painting.

An Le was not timid, and smiled: "I paint with wolf hair and splash ink, it is free and unrestrained, and a junior will naturally understand it."

When the old man heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

But Anle stood up, held the candle, and walked into the house: "Senior painted bamboo with fine brushwork, and the young man painted bamboo with ink and wash to match it."

Ink bamboo... There was doubt in the old man's eyes, he picked up a pot of old rice wine and followed Anle into the house.

Inside the house, the xuanxuan was spread vertically on the table, Anle carefully polished the ink, closed his eyes and thought deeply.

The old man poured a glass of rice wine by himself, glanced at Anle, and was curious about how the young man would draw bamboo.

Painting is quite time-consuming. Is Anle writing at this moment out of youthful spirit?

If that was the case, the old man would be a little disappointed.

Anle didn't know what the old man was thinking at this moment, but bamboo paintings flashed naturally in his mind, and finally the bamboo style of the bamboo painter came to his mind.

Open your eyes, hold the pen and drink enough ink. The burnt ink falls on the white rice paper. Lift it up in twos and threes, lift it after a pause, and then lift it up again.

The slender trunk of bamboo immediately appeared on the paper, and then he used light ink to write. Using the same brushwork, he painted the slender bamboo trunk, and the brush strokes were done in an orderly manner, as if there was ink in his chest.

The leaves are painted with burnt ink, and the bamboo leaves take shape in one stroke, like a sword or a knife, with two wolf hairs. The burnt ink and light ink alternate with each other. In just a moment, ink-colored bamboo and stone appear on the raw surface.

The bamboo leaves are as sharp as swords, and the thin bamboo trunk supports many bamboo leaves. It stands on the rock, but is long and straight, like a gentleman's backbone!

A picture of ink-colored bamboo and stone seems to have righteousness coming out of it!

Pulling the mind like a star destroying a bull!

Anle seemed not to know that the old man was by his side, and when he started writing again, Banqiao Bamboo signed the name in Banqiao style and dyed the ink quickly.

"I will never let go of Qingshan..."

The old man didn't know when, but he was staring at the painting intently. His pouring movement had frozen, and the wine flowed out of the cup.

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