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

Looking at this broken bamboo sword, Anle really didn't know what to say.

If it weren't for the age energy in the old man's body swinging enchantingly and densely like seaweed, making him a peerless powerful man, Anle would really think that the other party was amusing himself.

The patter of spring rain made the small courtyard silent.

Anle took the bamboo sword handed over by the old man, and it was light in his hand. It was naturally much lighter than a metal sword. The hilt, pommel and blade were all made of bamboo, as if his grandfather had cut it with a hatchet. Toy bamboo sword for coaxing grandson.

"What? Are you disappointed?"

The old man seemed to notice Anle's surprise and laughed mischievously.

"The elders give it to the young ones, but the young ones dare not refuse." Anle held the sword and said: "Besides, the bamboo sword is also a sword. Since the elders gave the sword, it is a gift. How can a young man show his disappointment because he is dissatisfied with the gift? The truth.”

The old man looked at An Le and seemed to see through An Le's thoughts: "I know you want a good sword. This bamboo sword is indeed not in good condition, but I have been with me for a long time and I am an old friend. I want to find a good one for it." The next home.”

"Your ink painting of bamboo and stone makes me very fond of it. You can see the proud and gentlemanly temperament in the painting. Maybe you will be a good sword wielder, which is a good place for this bamboo sword."

"If you are really suitable, you will naturally find out how good the bamboo sword is."

The old man took back the wide sleeves of his plain clothes that were soaked by the rain, and kept staring at the bamboo sword. There was a little reluctance in the depths of his pupils, and even some unwillingness.

Anle's eyes fell on the bamboo sword, which looked ordinary.

The bamboo sword is two feet seven long. It is not a long sword, but it still has the posture of a sword. The bamboo sword has no sheath or even a blade. I don't know if it can cut the skin of the practitioner if it is slashed.

But the old man's words made Anle pay more attention to it. This was not a simple sword, but an entrustment from the old man.

"Xiaosheng will protect this sword well."

Anle said solemnly, as if making an oath.

Hearing this, the old man suddenly stroked his beard and burst out laughing: "You boy, you are so funny. Although it is a bamboo sword, it is not delicate and does not need protection. When you need to take it out, you will slash. If you need to collide, you will collide. Don't be afraid." Broken sword."

"The best person in the world has not been able to break this broken bamboo sword, so what are you afraid of?"

"A sword is a sword, a weapon used for fighting. The act of protecting the sword is an insult to the sword."

The old man looked at Anle and taught.

Hearing the words, Anle understood immediately, nodded, and his eyes changed slightly. The old man said so, this sword must have some extraordinary qualities that he had never realized.

"This sword is originally nameless, but it was made from a piece of green bamboo by chance. It was named 'Qingshan'. It is related to the poem you wrote in the bamboo and stone picture, so it can be regarded as fate. Qingshan has been with me for many years, but to my little friend, it is For a new beginning, you can rename the sword as you like. "The old man is very free and easy.

"How charming I am when I see Qingshan, I see how charming Qingshan should be." Anle suddenly thought of it, chuckled and said, "The name of the sword is quite good."

The old man was startled, his eyes flashed, he stroked his beard and laughed.

Afterwards, we no longer talk about swords, and we no longer choose to take back the swords we gave out.

Looking at Anle, the old man smiled and said, "You still want to work in the Lin Mansion, right? Remember to ask for leave in three days, and I will take you somewhere."

Hearing this, Anle nodded without asking where he needed to go.

"Let's go. I'll talk to my friends about the ink and bamboo paintings in the evening. Remember to prepare wine and food. The old yellow rice wine from Yanchunli Restaurant is delicious, but the meat is just average. I'd better go to the beef restaurant in Dingya Alley. It's delicious."

The old man waved his hand, held an umbrella and left the small courtyard. He chuckled and lingered in the alley: "I see how charming Qingshan is..."

Just after leaving the small courtyard, there were rapid footsteps in Taimiao Alley.

Huang Xian, the head of the black yamen, was wearing official uniform and his body was wet from the rain. He rushed to the small courtyard and saw the old man in plain clothes walking out of the alley. He didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the old man had no spiritual energy fluctuations and was just an ordinary person. .

"An Gong..."

When Huang Xian saw the courtyard door open, he quickly stepped in and shouted for peace.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a headless corpse on the ground. The words he shouted out suddenly stiffened in his throat.

"Huang Captou, you came just in time. I'm going to look for you."

An Le, holding a yellowed bamboo sword in his hand, smiled immediately when he saw Huang Baotou.

But Capt. Huang couldn't laugh, and looked solemn: "Hu Jingang?"

Anle was bathing in the spring rain, with a gentle smile on his face, as if he had been banished from the world, and nodded slightly.

"Did you kill him?" Huang Captou took a breath, his tone mixed with disbelief.

Anle walked towards the house, took a towel and wiped his hair, and said: "This Hu Jintao attacked last night. He said that because of the wanted portrait I made, he was extremely annoyed by the pursuit and wanted to kill me."

"Of course I couldn't sit still and wait for death. I could only fight back and kill him in self-defense."

Huang Xian slowly calmed down his shock. In the morning, the yamen received a report from the watchman, saying that there was an unknown head on Qingbo Street. After the identity was confirmed, it turned out to be the criminal thief Hu Jintao, so the case was handed over to the black yamen.

Huang Xian led the team here and found that this location was at the entrance of Taimiao Lane. He couldn't help but think of Anle and rushed over immediately. It turned out that Hu Jingang was actually killed by Anle.

"Mr. An, it's good that you're fine. Hu Jintao committed a heinous crime. If you kill him, you can punish the evil and promote the good. The black government won't pursue him and will even reward you with a reward." Huang Xianzhi comforted Anle because it was his first time to kill someone.

An Le drew a few sketches for the young masters in the Lin Mansion, and gained a lot of wealth. He didn't care too much about the reward. He entered the house, changed into clean white clothes, put a tattered bamboo sword on his waist, and took out the oil paper I want to go to Lin Mansion to work.

"Captain Huang, Hu Jintao is a suspect in the black office. Please send someone to deal with this body."

Anle opened the umbrella, and raindrops fell, making a muffled sound when they hit the umbrella.

Huang Xian, wearing a bamboo hat, smiled and said, "Don't worry, leave everything to me."

After a while, he called someone to dispose of Hu Jingang's body. Huang Xian didn't say anything more, he just clasped his fists towards Anle, thinking more highly of Anle.

Although this child only completed his spiritual enlightenment at the age of eighteen, he will be as brilliant as the lurking dragon emerging from the abyss!

"Come back another day to drink and eat meat with Mr. An, and personally thank Mr. An for killing this evil Hu Jingang."

Huang Xian earnestly cupped his fists and saluted, and Anle also returned the salute.

Waiting until Huang Xian and the police officers disappeared into the alley.

Anle locked the courtyard door, walked out of the rain alley with an umbrella, a sword and white clothes, and headed straight to the west of the West Lake.

There are dark eyebrows looming on the distant peak. It's strange that spring is not so cold.

The misty rain in the West Lake is dotted with ripples, which has a unique flavor.

After waiting for a while among the literati, Fairy Yunrou's sword did not appear, which was a pity.

Today, the first wisp of time energy has not been gathered.

Fairy Yunrou was not allowed to be seen, and the misty and rainy scenery of the West Lake seemed a bit boring. After not staying on the bank of the West Lake for a long time, Anle turned around and went to the Lin Mansion.

Going to work every day as usual, the maid Liu Xiang still opened the door. Looking at the happiness of white clothes and snow in the spring rain, the girl's eyes were full of spring.

"Miss Liuxiang, please inform Mrs. Hua that I have something to ask for."

Anle smiled softly.

Liuxiang's maid blushed: "Mr. An, Mrs. Hua said that if you want to find her, you can go to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion."

An Le nodded, said goodbye to Liu Xiang, and headed to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion under an umbrella. He held a bamboo sword at his waist and wore white clothes, making him look more and more chic.

On the waterside pavilion, the spring rain falls from high in the sky, like billions of crystal ice beads falling into the world.

It hit the four corners of the black-tiled pavilion with overhanging eaves, making a continuous crisp sound.

In the main hall, the spring breeze carried a few drops of water vapor bursting from the spring rain. It blew mistyly and lifted the tulle skirt under the embroidered dress of Mrs. Hua who was lying on the couch.

Mrs. Hua would make tea and read in the main hall of the Waterside Pavilion every morning. This had been her habit for many years.

Anle closed the umbrella and entered the main hall of the water pavilion. The tip of the umbrella dragged a gradually thin trail of rain on the ground.

Mrs. Hua put down the book and looked at the visiting young painter with delicately carved eyebrows.

Um?

Upon seeing this, Madam Hua was immediately startled, because in her soul, she could not sense the peace of body-building energy, blood and spirit-refining mind.

It was as if there was a vague veil covering Anle's cultivation realm, making it impossible for her to explore.

This situation is really rare.

Mrs. Hua's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes moved sideways. From Anle's handsome face down to her waist, she saw a tattered and yellowed bamboo sword.

At first glance, Mrs. Hua thought it was just an ordinary rotten bamboo sword.

However, after observing carefully, his soul trembled, as if he had thought of something.

A look of horror suddenly appeared on Mrs. Hua's delicate and elegant face.

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