Chapter 91: The young man is determined to kill Hu Jia and fight against a Lin'an [please vote]

The wine dances in front of the flowers, and the shadow of the golden hairpin falls in the silver lamp.

Charming and heart-wrenching, the warblers and swallows are dancing peacefully in the flower pavilion.

An Le was carrying old yellow rice wine, wearing a white coat with wide sleeves filled with the spring breeze, her hair disheveled, looking at the Linhua Pavilion under the stars at night, with the lanterns just coming on.

Anle had certainly heard of this most famous place of fireworks and willows in Lin'an Prefecture, but had never set foot there.

The flower boats on the West Lake are also a place for fireworks, but compared with Linhua Pavilion, they pale in comparison. Whether it is extravagant or luxurious, they are far apart.

If it weren't for Fairy Yunrou on the West Lake flower boat, it wouldn't be able to attract so many literati.

The biggest difference between Linhua Pavilion and many flower boats on West Lake is that practitioners come and go in Linhua Pavilion. Basically, practitioners will choose Linhua Pavilion instead of flower boats on West Lake.

This huge Linhua Pavilion seems to be the epitome of the dream-like prosperity after the Zhao Dynasty moved to the south, eroding the bones and ecstasy, and grinding away people's ambitions.

The fifteenth one on the Little Saint List, named Ximen Qiuhua, is a rather unusual genius on the Little Saint List. He has both the fourth realm and the fourth realm of divine refining and physical exercise. He is only twenty-two years old now.

Unlike geniuses such as Wang Qinhe, Ye Wenxi, and Sima Pudu, Ximen Qiuhua did not have a noble background. In fact, his status was somewhat lowly, as he was born to a dancing girl in Linhua Pavilion.

He grew up in Linhua Pavilion, and later showed his talent and was noticed by the people behind Linhua Pavilion. In addition to his lowly status, he was qualified to study and participate in the imperial examination.

But Ximen Qiuhua went to the liberal arts college to study, but only a few times, and then never went there again, because even though his status was removed, he still didn't fit in with the students of the liberal arts college.

The Confucian scholars of the Academy of Arts who frequently visited Linhua Pavilion all knew Ximen Qiuhua's identity, and they ridiculed him and felt ashamed to study with Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua finally returned to Linhua Pavilion and studied hard. Because he had been nurtured in Linhua Pavilion since he was a child, he had developed good piano skills, made good tea, and was even better at playing the flute.

Even in the Linhua Pavilion, his rank is higher than that of many oirans, because people from all over the world come to Ximen for flowers, not because of his beauty, nor because of his hobbies, but to admire his piano skills, tea skills and flute music alone.

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Of course, no one dares to mess around, because the person behind Ximen Qiuhua is the person behind Linhua Pavilion, and the rumored status and power are both unimaginable.

Anle smiled and recalled the information in the letter given by Mrs. Hua.

The image of Ximen Qiuhua gradually formed in his mind.

Dusting off his white clothes, Anle walked towards Linhua Pavilion.

A crescent moon shoots into the room, and the spring breeze blows into the curtain.

In front of Linhua Pavilion, many literati and practitioners paid attention to the handsome young man who was walking slowly with a pot of old rice wine and two swords on his waist.

The name of the An family is definitely extraordinary in Lin'an today. Reciting three thousand poems in front of the Qin Prime Minister's Palace and extraditing Haoran have already become unforgettable scenes for countless people.

Therefore, as soon as Anle appeared, many practitioners in front of Linhua Pavilion stopped, especially some Confucian scholars from the Academy of Literature and Music. Their drunkenness was suddenly blown by the rain and wind, and they stared at the young man.

"Safe to everyone."

Many practitioners greeted Anle with eager eyes, but also looked at the young man secretly. Is Sichen, a talented An family member, also coming to the flower pavilion to have fun?

However, it is rumored that everyone in An An does not go to the West Lake to watch the flower boats and does not come to the flower pavilion. Is this... a change of taste?

Unlike the Confucian scholars in the liberal arts academy, many literati did not have many conflicts with Anle, and greeted Anle with admiration and closeness.

Anle smiled and bowed, returned the greetings one by one, and then stepped into the Linhua Pavilion where Yingying Yanyan lived.

A fragrant breeze blew by, and several graceful figures approached quickly. Before they approached, they slowed down and bowed.

"The slave family has met the An family."

The words spoken in unison were soft and charming, making An Le feel a little more serious.

The graceful figures stepped aside one after another, and a graceful woman who was old but still retained the beauty of her youth walked slowly over, looked at An Le, and bowed to salute.

"I have heard about Mr. An for a long time, and today I saw Mr. An come to my Linhua Pavilion. The Linhua Pavilion is really shining brightly. Look at the sisters, their eyes are almost watering."

The woman held a round fan with chrysanthemums painted on it. Although her words were exaggerated, her posture was elegant and she had the grace of a lady.

"Everyone An, please go upstairs. The slave family has prepared the best wing for everyone. The sisters also let An An's choice. I heard that An's painting skills are of their own. We in Linhua Pavilion also have sisters who are good at painting. I hope

An, can you guys give me some advice?"

The woman smiled like a peach blossom and said softly.

An Le smiled and looked at the woman in front of him. He didn't think that the woman was ordinary, but she had the aura of time lingering around her, and she probably had three realms of cultivation.

He cupped his fists and bowed, An Le said: "This sister, I came to Hua Pavilion to find someone. Please tell me, An Le, the sixteenth on the Little Saint List, is here to challenge me."

The smile on the woman's face suddenly froze.

The surrounding literati and many practitioners who were watching all calmed down after listening to An Le's words.

Challenge in the name of Little Saint Ranking?

Who to challenge?

Naturally, it was Ximen Qiuhua, a genius from the Little Saint List in Linhua Pavilion.

"This...here, everyone An. In a beautiful place like Linhua Pavilion with fireworks, fighting is really boring. Why don't we invite our girl Tianxiang from Linhua Pavilion to chat with everyone? Miss Tianxiang likes everyone's ink bamboo.

Now, I’ll copy it every day.”

The woman's face returned to a smile and she said.

However, Anle still smiled, raised his head, and looked past the hanging red lanterns one by one, landing on the high-rise railing of the pavilion.

There, there was a man in plain clothes standing upright, looking down at An Le.

"Aunt Xuan, please come up, everyone."

The man spoke, and his voice floated over.

Aunt Xuan still had a smile on her face, sighed softly, turned to An Le and said, "Mr. An, please."

There was also less enthusiasm in his words.

Anle followed the woman named Aunt Xuan all the way up the stairs. Linhua Pavilion suddenly felt a little quiet, and many eyes followed the movements of Anle and Aunt Xuan.

At this moment, many people's minds have already stirred up a storm. The Little Saint Ranking changed today, and Anle jumped two places from eighteenth place to sixteenth place.

Originally, everyone was still shocked by An Le's breakthrough, but they never thought that as soon as night fell, An Le would challenge Ximen Qiuhua, who was ranked fifteenth!

Ximen Qiuhua, exercising the body and refining the spirit are all in the fourth realm, and although Anle can refine the spirit to break through the four realms, exercising the body is still only in the third realm!

He is also a genius, does Anle want to fight across the border?

Ximen Qiuhua is different from Wang Qinhe. He actually obtained the Little Holy Order through his own talent. The only reason why he is ranked fifteenth is that his cultivation level is a little weak, and he has just broken into the Fourth Realm.

Ximen's experience of asking for flowers is not a secret in Linhua Pavilion. His piano skills and tea art have long attracted the attention of many powerful people.

However, due to his background, Ximen Qiuhua started his cultivation a little later and fell far behind. Therefore, although he obtained the Little Holy Order based on his own strength, it was difficult for him to have a good ranking in terms of cultivation.

At this point, many people think that Anle and Ximen Qiuhua are somewhat similar.

On the fifth floor of Linhua Pavilion, the door is opened, and a little bit of sandalwood floats out. This floor is quite quiet, and there is no smell of rouge and gouache. It seems like a place to worship Buddha, not like a place for fireworks.

When Anle stepped into the house, Aunt Xuan couldn't help but close the door. In an instant, she was completely isolated from the outside world, and there was no more sound or noise.

In a noisy place like Linhua Pavilion, there is something very special about being quiet and quiet.

An Le, dressed in white, entered the house and saw a handsome man in plain clothes sitting on the tea table.

"Mr. An, please."

When Ximen Qiuhua saw An Le and learned that An Le was here to challenge him, there was not much surprise on his face.

Anle was sitting on a chair, facing him, several feet away.

Ximen Qiuhua took off the boiling hot water on the charcoal stove, picked a few tea leaves and dropped them into the celadon cup. He brewed them with hot water again. The tea leaves spread out in it. Next to the ebony tea table, there was a tea cup.

The strings on the burnt-tailed yellow pear wood guqin emit a shimmering silver light under the light of the small oil lamp beside the table.

A cup of hot tea is enveloped by the power of the mind, drifting towards peace and happiness.

An Le took it. The smooth and warm tea cup contained crystal clear green tea, and the color was extremely attractive. After playing with the tea cup for a while, An Le drank it all in one gulp.

The rich aroma of tea bursts out in your mouth, fully releasing the taste of the tea itself and the spiritual energy contained in it.

The tea art is pleasing to the eye, and the control of temperature and time is extremely precise.

"Master An, come to challenge me? If I remember correctly, Master An will be promoted to sixteenth place today, right? Shouldn't he consolidate his position before challenging me again?"

Ximen Qiuhua looked at Anle and asked gently.

"I don't have much time left, I have to hurry up."

Anle put down the tea cup and responded softly.

The two of them don't look like rivals who are about to have a life-or-death confrontation with each other, but more like old friends who have been chatting over tea for many years.

"Not much time..." Ximen Qiuhua seemed confused and played with the tea set on the tea table. Then he thought of something and suddenly raised his head, staring at Anle.

"Could it be that... Mr. An wants to challenge all the way up and replicate General An's legendary performance?"

Ximen Qiuhua said in surprise.

Anle didn't answer him, he raised his hand, and as his mind filled with emotion, the ink pool came out.

The slightly trembling ink pool emitted the sound of sword chants, and in an instant, there was dense sword energy intertwining in the room.

"My cultivation level is weak, but my natural talent is good. Fighting is an excellent nourishment for me to improve. I feed myself with fighting. Maybe I can show some edge during the trial in front of the palace, so that those who

The rats who are spying on me, trying to plot against me and harm me, should be more careful."

"In this world, one's background is very important, but one's own strength is the real capital of arrogance."

"I want to make myself stronger. I also want to climb high and see far away. I will be at the top and see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance."

"There are many turmoils in Lin'an, and there is no way to avoid them. If I want to get involved, I will become a whirlpool of my own."

"Build up your invincible power, choose a small holy list, and fight against Lin'an."

Anle said softly.

The voice was not loud, but it was full of sonorous sounds, which made Ximen Qiuxian, who was sitting behind the tea table, narrow his eyes slightly.

Fight for Lin'an!

Such an arrogant young man, with such domineering ambitions, and such a bright fighting spirit like the blazing sun, made Ximen Qiuhua's heart tremble slightly, but he couldn't help but admire him.

It is too difficult to follow the undefeated legendary road of the legendary champion Li Youan, and the courage required is too great. Even just verbal shouting is enough to scare away too many people.

And the young man in front of him, with the cultivation of the third realm of body training and the fourth realm of god refining, raised the sword in his hand and wanted to resume the legendary path of becoming the legendary number one scholar. He chose a small holy list and fought against a Lin'an.

Taking a deep breath, Ximen Qiuhua's eyes showed admiration.

Naturally, he has information about peace and happiness. He comes from a small family in Chongzhou. He didn't even practice Buddhism when he entered Lin'an. However, he was preached by Mrs. Dehua in the Lin Mansion. In just one month, he was like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss, soaring to the top.

Today's Anle is a legend in itself.

And today, Anle came to challenge him, Ximen Qiuhua, to create an even bigger legend.

Feeling the Mochi sword energy lingering throughout the room, waves of spiritual energy surged out of Ximen Qiuhua's body.

He stared at An Le, and in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a flame burning, which was the will to fight.

"Young Master An is so courageous. In this case, if you ask for flowers today, I will stay with you until the end."

Ximen asks for a flower arrangement.

However, he stood up, walked to the vermilion carved wooden window, opened the window, looked at Anle, and said: "This house was rented to me by Linhua Pavilion. It is a good place to drink tea, play the piano and play the flute, and fight."

Below, it will not be damaged, so Mr. An, can you follow me and fight on top?"

Mo Chi floated to his side and smiled An Le: "Okay."

Ximen Qiuhua is elegant and elegant. Although he has not entered the liberal arts college, his demeanor is more refined than any Confucian scholar in the liberal arts academy that An Le has seen.

Ximen Qiuhua waved, and the guqin on the table came to him and was carried on his back. A long emerald flute with red tassels hanging on the wall also fell into his hands.

With a surge of emotion, Ximen Qiuhua floated out of the house, followed closely by Anle.

The two people left the room, floated up like stepping on the moon, climbed to the roof, stepped on the black tiles with hexagonal eaves, and landed on the top of the Linhua Pavilion, standing on opposite sides of the roof.

The cold wind blows on the spring night, causing people's clothes to fly.

The river and the sky were all colorless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.

A huge silver moon disk hung high above the two people's heads, and the moonlight fell like a gauze, reflecting on the top of Linhua Pavilion.

Ximen Qiuhua took off the burnt-tail yellow pear wood guqin. One leg was independent, and the other leg was raised horizontally. The guqin fell on his lap. He looked at Anle and chuckled: "Mr. An, please."

The ink pool poured into the sky, fell again, and hung beside An Le. An Le drank a sip of old rice wine, placed the wine bottle on the roof, and the next moment, he tapped lightly on the ink pool hanging in front of him.

Instantly!

On the top of Linhua Pavilion, the sword energy fills the universe!

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Everyone in An came to challenge Ximen Qiuhua in Linhua Pavilion. The news spread instantly, especially when everyone watched from afar.

It can be seen that on the top of Linhua Pavilion, two figures stand opposite each other, fighting with each other.

Many people rushed out of their minds, or rushed out of the house, landed on the roof, and looked into the distance.

The battle on the Little Saint List would have attracted the attention of most practitioners in Lin'an Mansion. After all, no one who can be on the Little Saint List is mediocre.

Among the people fighting this time, there is also An Le who is famous.

Many people wonder why today, when the Little Saint Ranking has just been changed and Anle has just reached sixteenth place, he is so anxious to challenge for fifteenth place without leaving any room for himself to consolidate his cultivation?

But some people saw something extraordinary.

One after another, the souls rose into the sky and stood in the sky, looking at the battle between two outstanding juniors from Lin'an Mansion on Linhua Pavilion.

Ye Wenxi, Ye Yinping, Qin Huaan, Sima Pudu and other famous people on the Little Saint List all spread their souls to observe.

Li Youan, Zhao Huangting, Mrs. Hua and other famous and powerful people are also watching curiously.

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When the sword energy overflows into the universe, it means that this challenge begins.

Compared to when Wang Qinhe challenged An Le, in this battle, An Le counterattacked and ranked higher.

Both of them took it seriously and did not relax or neglect.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, two pairs of eyes looked at each other, one was elegant, the other was heroic, and only the two of them, covered in moonlight, could be seen.

Both of them are the best among their peers, and being on the Little Holy List means they are good people. Therefore, neither one is willing to give in easily, and both want to overpower the other.

An Le Yu wants to defeat Ximen Qiuhua and cultivate invincibility. As the beginning of the battle in Lin'an, this battle is very important to him. If he loses in the first battle, the blow will be absolutely huge. Not to mention cultivating invincibility, his spirit

All will be weakened.

And Ximen Qiuhua is also full of fighting spirit. Anle wants to step on him to cultivate invincibility. Ximen Qiuhua will naturally not let him succeed easily. Going all out is the greatest respect for Anle and for Anle to walk this difficult legend.

Road respect!

Five fingers and one hook, the sound of the piano is resounding, and the invisible energy has arisen and melted into the mind.

It was like a small snake dragging the airflow, quickly escaping out, like an arrow, shooting towards Anle.

Qingshan gently lifted up and pointed at the little snake that was coming from the air flow. The little snake fell apart. Anle felt a surge of momentum, his sword finger pressed down gently, and the sword energy was close!

The sharp spring breeze suddenly turned into a sharp sword energy, cutting down suddenly like a straight line.

Ximen Qiuhua's body drifted to one side, and a strand of hair was cut off and fell on the piano. It was hit by the sound of the piano again and flew out of thin air.

The sound of the piano is one wave after another, and the sound of the piano seems to be transformed into a wild beast rushing out with energy.

"palace."

His mind was agitated, and in the Niwan Palace between Ximen Qiuhua's eyebrows, there were spirits competing for his eyes.

The corners of his lips parted slightly, and the sound of the piano floated out.

All around Anle are ferocious beasts transformed by the sound of the piano, which are even more sharp. The sound of the piano trembles and generates air, and every ray of the sound of the piano turns into a chilling sound.

The energy and blood in Anle's body swayed, and the ancient demon vision suddenly appeared, like the roar of the ancient demon tiger, suppressing every beast addicted to music.

The sound of the piano exploded and turned into dense qi strings. The source of these strings was Ximen Qiuhua's fingertips. When his fingertips pulled the sound of the piano, a string was broken.

"business."

Ximen Qiuhua exhaled again, and the sound of the piano changed again and again, as if water flowing from a high mountain turned into a rushing tide!

Countless threads were cut down like countless sword energies.

An Le finally moved, the green mountain in his hand rose up, and the sword energy surged forward. When he passed it forward, a bamboo branch grew out in the distance, disturbing countless silk threads as it swayed.

Take a step forward and stare at the Qi Qi sound of the piano, which is like the flowing water of the river. As Anle Qingshan waves, there is a mighty sword Qi pouring out, brilliant and majestic, firm in faith, and unstoppable!

The soul and spirit in An Lemei's heart are also released. When the god of refinement sets foot in the fourth realm, he already has a good demeanor. The shadow of the sword waterfall appears, as if an invisible rainstorm is falling, and the rain contains sword energy!

Anle crushes the sound of the piano step by step. Every time he takes a step forward, his body surges with pride, his fighting spirit rises, and his momentum becomes higher and higher!

The distance between Ximen Qiuhua and Ximen Qiuhua was only thirty steps, but it was filled with dense piano sounds and floating piano wires, and every strand of piano wire was as sharp as cutting one's head.

Anle used the bamboo sword technique to cut a path roughly.

The confrontation between the two can be divided into two types, the confrontation in the mind and the confrontation in techniques.

The sword energy is approaching, hiding Mo Chi in the darkness, bringing a killing blow at any time, while Ximen Qiuhua blocks the surrounding area with the sound of the piano, and is alert to the location of the sword energy, and does not give any chance of comfort. This is a mental confrontation.

The battle of techniques is the overlapping and changing of each piano sound, and the murderous intention brought by it is all chopped off by Anle with the bamboo branch sword technique. This is the battle of techniques!

Ximen Qiuhua's head swayed slightly, and he was playing with the strings with both his left and right hands. His face turned slightly pale, and his mind began to overdraw.

"horn!"

Ximen Qiuhua's eyes narrowed, and he pressed down his hands violently. The sound of the piano seemed to stop for an instant, but the next moment, Ximen Qiuhua's long fingers kept tapping on the piano.

"Cai Nu used to make the sound of Hujia, and every time she played it, there were eighteen beats out of ten."

This is the eighteen shots of Hujia!

Bang bang bang!

On the roof, the black tiles exploded, and the fragments of the eighteen black tiles exploded, instantly causing the music to sound like running water turning into a desert wind!

An Le holds the Qingshan Sword and changes again, moving forward with the youthful sword technique. The youthful spirit soars into the sky and cuts away the yellow sand in the sky!

The two gods' refining minds collided, creating a storm that rippled around and caused black tiles to fly everywhere.

The young man killed Hu Jia with his will!

Thirty steps closer, the sword energy spreads horizontally, and the awe-inspiring sword energy cuts down with a bang.

Ximen Qiuhua's face turned pale, and his mind felt a little unable to hold on any longer. After the Gong Shang Corner, it was difficult to gain momentum.

However, Anle's strength grew stronger as the battle progressed, and under the overlapping momentum, he approached Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua's eyes were bright, her fighting spirit was like a rainbow, her hair was flying upside down, but she didn't retreat. She hooked her five fingers and pulled up the strings, like a bow bent over the full moon, and the bow was shocked like a thunderbolt!

This is a Confucian scholar who is full of Confucianism but hangs out in Linhua Pavilion.

At this moment, he was like a sharpshooter surrounding him to kill Hu Man!

The jade flute floated up and rested on the strings.

The harp is the string, and the flute is the arrow.

The music is the most murderous!

He wanted to kill the powerful young man in front of him!

boom!

Suddenly, there was an explosion. Before Ximen Qiuhua could react, a broken black tile suddenly filled with sword energy and struck the Jiaowei Guqin. The Guqin was shattered into pieces and exploded!

Everything can be approached with sword energy!

Ximen Qiuhua spit out a mouthful of blood. His energy was in chaos. He could no longer gather his momentum. His eyes shrank. The thick black night suddenly turned into a ball of ink stains. The ink stains pulled out slender threads, like a completely blackened thread.

The strings of...

Wiped across his neck, bringing up a drop of bright red blood.

Ximen Qiuhua's momentum suddenly collapsed, and he fell two steps on the roof. The joy of slicing away the lingering music and strings of the piano with the green mountain was no longer blocked. He pushed out a sword, penetrated Ximen Qiuhua's chest, and then pulled it out again.

Bring a lot of blood.

At this moment, the sound of the piano disappeared and the sword energy disappeared.

Only the two people standing on the roof were left, looking at each other.

His eyes were full of regret, but he also had the joy of having a hearty battle.

In one person's eyes, the invincible power has just begun to take shape, with a brilliant fighting spirit like the blazing sun, and like a roc rising in the wind!

It was as if at this moment, he was wearing an invincible force and was surging like a wave, holding a sword and pointing it at the city.

Fight for Lin'an!

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