The spring mud makes the rain slide on the mirror, and the dawn trees and the clouds are as pale as the picture.

The sixth mountain.

Pavilion in the middle of the mountain.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain, dressed in green clothes, rested his palm on the pine wood sword box on the side, his eyes lowered, looking through the hazy mist and rain, and taking in the scenery below the mountain.

Mrs. Hua also stood in the pavilion, her plain clothes blowing in the spring breeze, her eyes full of surprise and satisfaction.

"I once saw Anle enter samadhi within three moments, and his Qi and blood were fully opened within three days. I predicted that his talent must be extraordinary, a late bloomer in the rough, and with a proud backbone that does not bow his eyebrows, he will definitely achieve something in the future."

"But I never thought that I would be given such a big surprise today."

Mrs. Hua's voice echoed crisply like pearls falling on a plate.

The stiff face of the Sixth Mountain Master in the pavilion also evoked a smile: "The test of the Little Holy Order never depends on the level of cultivation, but more on talent, character and chance."

"Although the small holy orders are issued to us and other mountain masters, each one contains the opportunity left by the holy master. Since it is an opportunity, it is naturally seen as fate."

"Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong have good talents, but they have more of a killing temperament developed on the battlefield. Their understanding of the sword is not in line with mine. Therefore, they are not even as good as Luo Qingchen in climbing steps on the mountain road. But they

If we go to Third Brother's Third Mountain, we might be able to go further."

Mrs. Hua nodded slightly and agreed with the mountain master's words.

"Luo Qingchen has talent, but his only flaw is that his Taoist heart was broken by Li Youan. Over the years, his Taoist heart has not been strong, but has become more and more fragile. This is also unexpected."

The Sixth Mountain Master spoke again and commented on Luo Qingchen.

"Anle used the sword energy from the Sixth Mountain to temper his body to cast his spiritual bones, and he also visualized the "Sword Waterfall Picture" you taught him, the sword pool in the Niwan Palace, both ways."

"The talent... is so good that I was a little surprised."

"The swords in my box are trembling with excitement. He is a very good successor. Unfortunately, he will not be my mountain guardian."

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain looked cold, but underneath his coldness, there was pity.

Mrs. Hua chuckled lightly, looking through the mist and rain, she saw Anle holding the ink pool in her hand, as if murmuring: "This talent... is indeed surprising."

"Talent, temperament and attraction to the sword, all three are possessed. He deserves the title of Little Saint."

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain looked solemn.

He reached out and patted the pine sword box, and the huge sword box fell on his back. He took steps, walked out of the pavilion, and headed down the mountain.

Mrs. Hua also followed gracefully.

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The sudden rain between heaven and earth, as the young man drew his sword, seemed to have been drained of his temperament, and suddenly became soft, like fine cow hair, fluttering, gentle and moisturizing.

On the mountain road, many practitioners stopped and looked up at the young man holding a sword under the peach blossom tree at the 300th step with complicated expressions.

The luck that each of them had in their hearts disappeared when An Le passed over them lightly.

Competing for the Little Holy Order tests talent, character, and compatibility with the Little Holy Order.

Anle's difficulties at first gave them hope, but later they realized that Anle was just borrowing the sword energy of the Sixth Mountain to sharpen his own energy. After the breakthrough, he showed his outstanding talent.

Yiqi Juechen broke through the restraints and easily drew his sword.

Although Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were surprised, they were not disappointed. Originally, they were here to try their luck, and both their gains and losses were determined by destiny.

They also know that the sword energy of the Sixth Mountain is not suitable for them, and the possibility of obtaining the Little Holy Order of the Sixth Mountain is extremely small.

Luo Qingchen's eyes were blank, and he withdrew the sole of his foot that could not fall down. The dust in Dao's heart did not expand, maybe... he was numb.

It was also because Luo Qingchen himself did not have much confidence in seizing the Little Holy Order. The dust in his heart made him very clear that he was not worthy.

With a bitter look on his face, Luo Qingchen took a deep look at the handsome young man holding the sword under the peach blossom tree.

Then he turned around and walked down the mountain without looking back.

It was so sad that he didn't want to stay for a moment.

He had to go back and think carefully about how to wash away the dust in Tao's heart and how to take his future path.

The other practitioners took a second look at the young man holding a sword in the spring breeze, drizzle, and under the peach blossoms.

Then they all turned around and went down the mountain. They were now eager to know all the news about the boy.

After today, Lin'an Mansion... this son will definitely become famous!

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Anle held Mochi in his hand, feeling the joyful trembling and chanting of Mochi's sword. He was bathed in the spring breeze and rain, and his mood couldn't help but feel joyful.

The body has been forged to break through the second realm, and the breath of the divine fetus has also been condensed into the sword pool. It has made a huge leap forward, and the third realm is becoming more refined and closer.

What’s more, I gained this ink pond and little holy order.

It can be said that I have made a lot of money, and this trip to the sixth mountain was well worth it.

Holding Mochi in his hand, he could feel a ray of sword energy contained in the sword, and he could sense it carefully as long as he probed with his mind.

That should be the Little Holy Order, one of the conditions for dialogue with the Holy Master.

Anle raised the corners of her lips and gently stroked the Mochi Sword, with a bright smile on her face and a good mood.

It would be great if I had a bottle of old rice wine from Yanchunli Wine Shop at this moment.

Drink wine, taste swords, sing loudly, and then go down the mountain.

There is a slight mist and rain, and I return drunk with music and music!

happy!

On the mountain road, there was only one girl, Pingting, holding an umbrella, standing quietly and watching the young man shining brightly in the spring rain.

The Sixth Mountain Master and Madam Hua, who carried the pine sword box on their backs, walked down the stone steps and arrived at the side of Anle.

The girl held up an umbrella to see, she bowed and nodded: "Ye Wenxi of the Ye family has met the Sixth Mountain Master and Madam Hua."

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain had a dull look on his face and nodded: "You already have the Little Holy Order, and you have even entered the Little Holy Ranking. Why go up the ladder?"

The young girl Ye Wenxi glanced at Anle and chuckled: "When there is a new member on the Little Saint List, we need to get to know the opponent in advance to see if he is worthy of the name."

"Little lady, take your leave."

After the girl Ye Wenxi finished speaking, she smiled freely, held an umbrella, and turned around to leave.

Anle looked at the girl's back. He also knew that the girl was following him all the way to the 300th level. The girl was actually qualified to obtain this little holy order.

In Anle's eyes, the age energy on the girl's body was swaying like seaweed. If possible...

Um?

An Le was suddenly overjoyed. His energy and blood entered the second realm of body training, and he refined the divine fetal breath to gather in the sword pool. The [Year Energy] column of the sage's time could actually be used again.

Without hesitation, Anle moved his mind and absorbed the energy of time from the girl!

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, the girl turned around and walked down the mountain without realizing it. She didn't even know that she had given up a fortune in vain.

Three consecutive wisps of time energy lingered on his fingertips, and then spread into his body. Anle was satisfied. However, with Mrs. Hua and the Lord of the Sixth Mountain beside him, he did not choose to observe the time energy.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain looked at An Le, his eyes full of admiration and regret: "It's a pity that you don't join my Sixth Mountain... Your black bamboo and your swordsmanship talent make me very satisfied, but it is really good for you to be the guardian of the mountain."

Qucai."

"My sixth mountain is open to you. If you have any new paintings, you can share them with me. During the climb, you can use the mountain sword energy to cleanse and temper your body. It is better than the demonic jade pendant around your waist.

"

The mountain owner said.

Hearing this, Anle sincerely bowed his hands and said, "Thank you so much, Master of the Mountain."

The Sixth Mountain Lord nodded and said more: "Getting the Little Saint Order is just the beginning. Your cultivation level is really low, and you can only be at the bottom on the Little Saint List."

"If you want to get the chance to talk to the Saint Master, you must at least be in the top three of the Minor Saint List."

"You are too weak now. Cherish your talent and don't waste it."

"Say the last sentence."

The Sixth Mountain Master turned around coldly: "I'm optimistic about you."

Before Anle could react, he was already carrying a huge pine sword box up the mountain.

Looking at the characterful Sixth Mountain Master, Anle couldn't help but soften his face. He originally thought that rejecting the other mountain guard's invitation would offend him, but now it seems that he was thinking too narrowly.

Madam Hua chuckled: "What the Mountain Master said is true. Obtaining the Little Holy Order is just the beginning. Don't be arrogant."

Anle bowed and said yes.

"You go down the mountain and go back to Lin'an with Zhui Feng and Jiumei. I have something else to do, so I'll say goodbye."

Mrs. Hua stood in the spring breeze, looking at the young man with admiration in her eyes.

Then the sword light lingered around him, jumped into the mist of the mountains, disappeared without a trace, and escaped into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

The spring rain has stopped, and the setting sun seems to be shining behind the clouds.

Walking to the bottom of the mountain, Anle turned around and looked at the stone path in the mountain. He was embarrassed, frustrated and hesitant when he first climbed the mountain, which made him smile knowingly.

Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.

Anle is dressed in white clothes, with a spine like a proud bamboo, a green mountain at his waist, and a sword in his hand.

Stepping on fallen flowers and mud, accompanied by new grass after the rain.

He walked calmly towards the Lin Mansion's chariot parked far away.

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The rain stops, the sand slips away, and the wind calms the cicadas in the wild.

The buildings of the Academy of Literature with white walls and black tiles are washed by a spring rain and hazy in the mist.

The ordinary thatched cottage is quiet inside, the water in the charcoal stove under the eaves is still boiling, and the heat is rising.

The two old men playing chess were already about to leave.

Finished tasting the last West Lake Longjing.

Zhao Huangting, the old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, stood up and stretched: "Let's end the chess game today. We won't win or lose. We can talk about it another day."

The third master was accustomed to Zhao Huangting's shamelessness, so he chuckled and put the chess piece back into the box.

"Is it as you wish?" Sanfuzi asked.

"The performance is quite good. Maybe Qingshan will live up to his gift."

Zhao Huangting was in a good mood, twitching his eyebrows and smiling.

"After today, An Xiaoyou will be famous in Lin'an. His paintings, his poems, and his swords will all be praised by others. The real prosperity of Lin'an Mansion will be opened to him, and the wealth that erodes the soul will be like this.

The flood is coming like a ferocious beast, I hope he can stick to his heart."

"The only flaw is that Master Laoliu just tried to waste my favor, what a bad guy!"

Zhao Huangting put his hands behind his back and stepped out of the thatched cottage, stepping on the muddy path.

He waved his hand without looking back.

"Let's go, make a pot of Yanchunli old rice wine and cut up two pounds of Dingyaxiang's braised beef."

"Go back to Taimiao Lane and celebrate Little Friend An."
Chapter completed!