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

In the early morning in the rain, the streets are extremely quiet. The carriages are parked slowly, and the horses are exhaling the hot air in their noses and raising their hooves to kick lightly from time to time.

The young man held an umbrella and stood beside the carriage, with a look of astonishment on his handsome face.

Anle never thought that Mrs. Hua would come in person to send him to the Sixth Mountain.

"Get in the car, what are you waiting for?"

Mrs. Hua glanced at Anle and said coldly.

An Le came back to his senses, smiled gently, bowed to Mrs. Hua, then closed his umbrella and sat sideways on the shaft of the car.

"Sir, this is the villain's place. Please come into the carriage."

The old coachman, who was pulling the reins and wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, reminded him somewhat speechlessly.

"come in."

In the carriage, Mrs. Hua's voice floated over.

Anle looked a little embarrassed and apologized to the coachman. He shook off the water stains on the oil-paper umbrella in the drizzle, then lifted the curtain and stepped into the carriage.

Compared with the harsh spring cold outside the carriage, there is a charcoal stove to heat water inside the carriage, and the temperature is quite warm, so there is nowhere to go in the spring cold.

In the carriage, Mrs. Hua was dressed simply today, in plain white clothes, like a woman traveling in her spare time. She was holding a book in her hand, with some preserved fruits on the table and making hot tea.

Of course, Mrs. Hua was not the only one in the carriage, Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were also sitting inside. Lin Qingyin nodded slightly towards Anle, while Lin Zhuifeng pursed his lips and suppressed a smile.

"Xiaosheng has met Madam."

An Le was not embarrassed at all. He entered the carriage and bowed to Mrs. Hua. Mrs. Hua nodded and motioned for him to sit down.

The horse's hooves lightly hit the stone slabs, like the sound of an ancient bell, and the clatter accompanied the carriage.

After a moment of silence, Anle began to absorb the energy of time unceremoniously, first towards Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin.

There were more than a dozen strands of age energy in Lin Zhuifeng's body, which was enough for Anle to take a few breaths, but the ninth sister Lin Qingyin had already been squeezed dry. After three strands were absorbed, there was no trace of age energy left.

This is the second cultivator to be sucked dry by Anle. The first one is Huang Xian, the headman of Hei Yamen, and the second one is Lin Qingyin.

They are all guides on the path of Anle's practice, and Anle is grateful to them.

After sucking the two of them, Anle finally drained Mrs. Hua of time energy and barely absorbed a ray.

At this point, Anle's exhausted years of energy have reached seven strands again.

There is no rush to arrange these seven rays of time, because the calm in the carriage was finally broken.

"Mr. An, did you think that Madam was the only one in the car, so you didn't dare to enter the car?"

Lin Zhuifeng was wearing a green outfit today, with a fire stick on his waist, and said with a wink.

Anle looked at Lin Zhuifeng's shy and innocent look before.

An Le was not ashamed when he heard this, a smile like the spring breeze broke out on his handsome face.

"I didn't expect that Young Master would actually go to the Sixth Mountain with us. Do you want to try it too? Can you be favored by the Lord of the Sixth Mountain and become the guardian of the Sixth Mountain?"

After opening up the conversation, Lin Zhuifeng was not going to stop and continued: "However, the master's cultivation level is really poor. Although the mountain masters choose mountain guards not based on their cultivation level, but more on their eyesight, their cultivation level is too low. The chances of being selected are even lower.”

"It doesn't matter, just go and see the world." An Le smiled.

Lin Zhuifeng admires An Le's free and easy spirit. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it is because of An Le's good looks. If it were an uglier person, Lin Zhuifeng would definitely spit out hypocrisy and pretentiousness.

"If the young master wants to challenge the mountain guard, then we will be our opponents... Madam, who do you think is more suitable for the sixth mountain master, me or Mr. An?"

Lin Zhuifeng turned to look at Madam Hua.

"We're going to the Sixth Mountain now. You're just going to watch the excitement. Don't give up."

While reading, Mrs. Hua raised her eyelids slightly and said ruthlessly to her heart.

Lin Zhuifeng paused for a moment, his cheeks puffed up, and he was about to retort.

"Okay, be quiet and take good care of your mind."

Madam Hua glanced at Lin Zhuifeng, who was still chattering.

Lin Zhuifeng immediately shut up, lowered his head, slightly unconvinced, and began to collect his thoughts.

Lin Qingyin pursed her lips and smiled, sitting quietly, closing her eyes and relaxing.

Mrs. Hua held the Confucian book "Asking Virtue" in her hand, looked at Anle, and after a moment of reflection, she said: "The mountain guard looks at the eyes of the owner of each holy mountain. Do you know how to talk to the holy master?"

An Le was startled, but he didn't expect Mrs. Hua to suddenly turn around and ask this question. She shook her head honestly: "The young man only knows that it is very difficult to talk to the Holy Master. Even many talented and beautiful people cannot do it."

"Has Madam ever spoken to the Holy Master?"

Anle was suddenly curious.

Mrs. Hua turned her head and looked out of the carriage window. At some point, the carriage had left Lin'an Mansion and was riding on the official road that had been awakened to life by the spring rain and was full of new grass and tender flowers.

"I studied under Ganye Temple and have never met a holy master."

Mrs. Hua murmured, then withdrew her gaze and looked at Anle: "To talk to the Holy Master, you need three conditions, one of which is indispensable."

"First, win the championship in front of the palace and become the number one scholar in the temple. This step is not difficult. Since ancient times, the court has changed, and male and female number one scholars have appeared frequently. It is not uncommon to be the number one scholar. Second, get a small holy order from the mountain master. That is the certificate to see and talk to the Holy Master.”

Anle was surprised when he heard this. This was the first time he had learned about such a secret.

"Is this the condition set by the Holy Master?" Anle was a little curious.

But Mrs. Hua shook her head and did not answer immediately. After taking a cup of hot tea, she said: "The Holy Master never sets rules."

"This is the rule established by the First Mountain Lord."

Lin Zhuifeng on the side had no intention of cultivating her mind. After hearing such a secret that even she didn't know about, her eyes widened: "Madam, you only said two conditions, what about the third condition?"

Mrs. Hua smiled: "I don't know about the third condition."

In the carriage, it suddenly became quiet.

Mrs. Hua doesn’t know...

So what's the point of talking about it for a long time?

"The third condition is different for everyone who wants to see the Holy Master. It may be extremely easy, but it may also be extremely difficult."

"After completing the first two conditions and climbing the Holy Mountain, you will face the final test."

"Most people fail at the last test."

Even Mrs. Hua couldn't help but sigh at this moment.

Anle took a deep breath, and her heart was slightly shaken. Countless practitioners came one after another, just to be able to talk to the Holy Master and enter the Holy Mountain, but too many talented and stunning people failed.

An Le couldn't help but wonder, would he have a chance to see and talk to the Holy Master?

He doesn't know, because this is the lifelong goal of many practitioners, and perhaps, it will also become his lifelong goal of happiness.

However, Anle was confused, why did Mrs. Hua tell him this?

Does this have anything to do with today's Sixth Mountain Master opening the mountain and choosing the people to guard it?

"arrive!"

Just when Anle was deep in thought, Lin Zhuifeng suddenly shouted excitedly in the carriage. She leaned in front of the other window and lifted the silk curtain. The soft spring rain poured in from the window, carrying away the cold spring cold.

Through the car window, Anle was shocked to catch a glimpse of the high mountain rising from the ground. The sword pavilion was towering and cuiwei, like a giant sword that had plunged into the world, standing majestically on the earth.

Vaguely, Anle felt that someone was looking at the world on top of that high mountain, and his eyes seemed to be looking over the mountains and falling on him.

The green mountains want to share the words of the wise people, and thousands of horses come together to count.

The misty rain looked down, but it seemed that it would never come.

An Le suddenly felt something in his heart, and the broken bamboo sword on his waist trembled slightly, as if there was an invisible sword that wanted to fill the sky from the bamboo sword.

In the carriage, Mrs. Hua pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes shining.

Raising his hand slightly, the restless sword intent of the Broken Bamboo Sword returned to calm.

…

…

A misty and dangerous pavilion, laughing and chatting alone on a thousand peaks.

The sixth mountain.

In the mist and rain halfway up the mountain, there is an idle pavilion.

A middle-aged man in Tsing Yi stood quietly, as the spring breeze carried the spring raindrops from outside the pavilion, lifting his clothes like a blade, cutting through the mist and rain.

There is a pine sword box standing beside him, with one hand resting lightly on the box, like a sculpture.

At the foot of the mountain.

Spiritual energy intertwined vertically and horizontally, energy and blood filled the air like smoke, and the mind dispersed like mist. Many practitioners gathered at the foot of the mountain and started various battles in order to enter the sixth mountain and become the mountain guardian.

Although at this moment, the Sixth Mountain has not yet opened, a tacit understanding has been spontaneously formed among the practitioners. Under invisible disputes, some people left with regrets, while others climbed high in high spirits, waiting for the opening of the Sixth Mountain.

The man's spirit swept away and he took it back. Among these people, there was no one he wanted to see.

His eyes and eyelids were slightly raised.

Feeling the sword intent coming from afar, he hid three thousand swords and was naturally sensitive to the sword intent. The young painter Zhao Huangting mentioned has arrived.

On his sculpture-like face, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, looking stiff but sincere.

The man slapped the sword box, opened it an inch, and spit out two mouthfuls of sword light.

The sword light circled around the man slowly, and then the man tapped his fingers lightly.

The sword light came out like a rainbow.

The man raised his hand, clasped his palms together, and the light from the two swords immediately intertwined. Then, the man pulled his hands like a curtain.

Instantly.

With the Sixth Mountain as the center, there seemed to be a sword energy that penetrated the sky and the earth. The dusk clouds in the sky, the spring breeze in the world, and the spring rain in the sky slowly opened to both sides like curtains!

"Now that you are here, this mountain will be opened for you."

"Open the mountain!"

The words fell.

After the dusk clouds, spring wind, and spring rain were torn apart, a piece of light emerged, and the scorching sun shone down from the nine heavens.

Sprinkling down into the world, it seems to pave a golden avenue of bright sunshine.

Invite the carriages moving slowly on the mountain road to enter this golden sunshine avenue, leading directly to the Sixth Mountain.

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