Chapter 15 The Lady Picked Three Thousand Spring Raindrops to Express Her Gratitude to the Young Man

Anle had never learned to fight, but fighting is a human instinct.

The Five Animals Body Building Exercise allowed him to successfully open up his Qi and blood, and step into the first realm of martial arts. With the blessing of the Sword Dancer Dao Fruit, he easily defeated the experienced gang thugs with his umbrella as a sword.

For the first time, Anle saw the gap between ordinary people and practitioners.

He also truly understood why there is a saying that everything in the world is inferior, only practice is high.

The three wailing Jianghu gang thugs did not continue to insist in the face of Anle's inquiry.

They are not tough guys, and they will not insist on keeping Liu Qingyan's mouth shut. Liu Qingyan asked them to break the hands of the practitioners, which is no different from asking them to die? What obligation do they have to keep secrets?

Anle picked up the blood-stained oil-paper umbrella and looked at one of the Jianghu strongmen indifferently.

The strong man looked at Anle, endured the pain, and said: "It's Liu Qingyan, the painter Liu Qingyan!"

"He is jealous of your painting skills and hates that you took away his chance to paint in the Lin Mansion, so let us break your hands!"

"Really, what we said is true! Sir, spare my life!"

The three strong men were full of fear.

The practitioners are all high and mighty, and they are as different from ordinary people like them who cannot practice. At this moment, they only have awe.

Painter Liu Qingyan?

Anle was stunned. He couldn't help but think of the scene of painting in Tianbo Waterside Pavilion yesterday. The old painter whose painting was called shit by the chasing wind girl?

Anle never thought that the painter was so vicious.

"Just because my painting is better than his and took away his chance to paint in the Lin Mansion, he wants to break my hands?"

Anle took a deep breath.

The spring rain fell finely, sprinkling on his face and skin, making him feel a bit of the coldness of human heart.

Liu Qingyan was the mastermind, so these thugs were also unforgivable.

Anle didn't think of killing them. After all, he was still law-abiding in his heart. However, he was familiar with Captain Huang, so he could let Captain Huang arrest them.

Attacking a scholar in the street was enough to send them to prison.

Suddenly.

Anle looked at the entrance of Jingjie. The spring rain was heavy and the evening clouds were low.

A timely spring rain made the sky dim and the day was like dusk.

At the entrance of Jingjie, a familiar carriage slowly drove in. The breeze blew, and the curtains of the carriage were undulating. The carriage was as luxurious as ever. The rain dripped along the eaves of the carriage, like an interwoven bead curtain.

This carriage...

Anle remembered that when he left Lin's house that day, he saw this carriage. There was also a man sitting in the carriage. He was very old, with dozens of strands of air. He was a fat sheep.

At that time, Anle only thought that the other party was a nobleman in the mansion next door, and did not care.

But now, the appearance of this carriage is somewhat meaningful.

The carriage stopped ten feet away from Anle. On the shaft, a burly driver wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat sat upright, holding the reins. The handsome horse was very well-behaved in his hands.

Anle's eyes fell on the driver of the carriage. The burly driver was like a small mountain, with a hidden blood and extremely suppressed energy. The spring raindrops falling from the sky twisted the line when they approached the driver.

Obviously, the driver's martial arts body training must be very high.

In Anle's eyes, the driver had exactly ten strands of time and energy, not more or less than Miss Zhuifeng, nor as good as Fairy Yunrou, but in Anle's eyes, he was also considered a strong man.

The most important thing was that elegant man in the carriage, who gently lifted a corner of the curtain with his palm, and his playful and deep eyes, like the sun rising in the spring rain, scorched Anle.

At that moment, Anle felt as if the world had lost its color, and the mental power that had just entered into concentration and nurtured in his body was stagnant, and his blood was like the frozen rivers in the north, and it was difficult to circulate.

Just by meeting the eyes of the man in the carriage, he felt that his heart was grasped by a palm, and began to beat violently, and began to beat continuously, the sound was like a huge bell, spreading to every corner of the body, as if if it continued to beat like that, the heart would open a big hole like a war drum that was hammered!

The spring rain slid along Anle's cheek and condensed like silk from the tip of his chin.

He closed his eyes and forcibly blocked his gaze, but the man's eyes were still as scorching as the sun.

Anle imagined the picture of the sword waterfall, with a sword hanging from the sky, cutting through the blazing brilliance, and his mind recovered freely.

However, the beating of the heart was still hard to stop, and it was still beating violently, as if it was going to burst out of the chest.

Anle mobilized the power of his mind to control the situation of his body, but it was extremely difficult.

His legs began to tremble slightly, as if he couldn't help it. He knelt on the alley ground soaked by the spring rain and bent his spine, which symbolized dignity.

But Anle knew that he couldn't kneel. Once he knelt, his heart of practice might be like a treasure covered with dust. It would be extremely difficult to sweep away the dust.

That day, Anle understood two gaps.

One is the gap between ordinary people and beginners.

The other is the gap between strong practitioners and weak practitioners. The distance between the latter...

is even more difficult to cross than the former.

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The endless lake meets the distant sky, and the misty rain wets the light smoke.

Tianbo Waterside Pavilion.

A spring rain makes the scenery of the waterside pavilion even more beautiful.

On the large pond, the ripples are in circles, creating a poetic and picturesque scene, just like the blank space left after the painter splashes ink.

In the main hall of the waterside pavilion, Madam Hua lies on her side on the couch, her plump and graceful figure is like a ripe peach, showing her charm. On the stove, red charcoal is boiling water, and the boiling water is steaming.

Madam Hua was quietly reading "Knowledge and Action" written by a great scholar in the academy. There was a painting on the table, which was a sketch of a beauty drawn by Madam Hua of Anlewei.

Her white fingers turned over the yellowed pages of the book. Suddenly, Madam Hua paused and her eyelids drooped.

"There are not many neutral forces in the Great Zhao. The three major military families, the Lin family, the Zhong family, and the Ye family, but in the eyes of the emperor, neutrality represents the unknown. The chips formed by the three major families are too heavy... enough to stir up the situation in the temple."

"Now the emperor's deadline is approaching. If he fails to take that extraordinary step, the position of the heir to the throne will have to make a choice for the continuation of the dynasty. Therefore, neutrality is full of unknown anxiety and uncontrollability for the emperor."

Being neutral now does not mean being neutral in the future. The three families, the Lin family, the Zhong family and the Ye family, are like mountains between the temple, enough to break the balance of any party.

"With the emperor's intention in front of them, the nobles from all sides began to think about it and wanted to find out the attitudes of the three families."

"Now...any cat or dog dares to show off in front of my Lin Mansion."

Madam Hua sighed softly.

Gently closing the "Knowledge and Action" in her hand, Madam Hua sat up, put her crystal-clear feet down from the couch and stepped on the ground.

With Madam Hua's cultivation, she naturally sensed what happened on Jing Street.

At first, she didn't plan to take action, because she was surprised to find that Anle had successfully opened up his qi and blood and stepped into the first realm of martial arts body forging.

And Anle was facing only two martial arts masters, not practitioners, and there was no threat to Anle.

Therefore, Madam Hua did not take action, but just watched.

But when the carriage appeared, the practitioners in the carriage pressed Anle with their power, trying to bend Anle's spine and destroy Anle's spirit...

Madam Hua couldn't stand it anymore.

Putting aside the paintings, Madam Hua still admired this young man. Although he started practicing cultivation too late, he did not complain about himself. He had a very good mentality and entered into a state of meditation in three quarters of an hour, and his blood and qi were opened overnight.

This talent, Madam Hua really had a heart of love for talent. Naturally, she could not watch the young man she admired, who had just embarked on the path of cultivation, wiped out his spirit and his heart of Taoism was covered with dust.

In addition, she also knew that Anle was affected because of the Lin Mansion, so she had a reason to take action.

The most important point was that she could not stand the man in the carriage bullying the weak.

Madam Hua got up from the couch, stepped on the ground with her crystal-clear feet, walked to the railing of the main hall, leaned on the railing with her graceful figure, and watched the spring rain in the sky.

The spring rain was like oil, floating and scattering.

The wind that rolled up through the hall blew continuously, blowing the hot air in the boiling hot water in the pot to tilt and overflow.

Looking at the spring rain all over the sky.

Madam Hua stretched out her crystal-clear and white palm.

Facing the dusk sky, it was like reaching out to pick flowers.

Instantly!

The spring rain over the entire Tianbo Waterside Pavilion stopped abruptly, as if flowers were being picked one by one.

"A great cultivator who has passed the fifth realm, bullying a young man who has just set foot in cultivation, feels very accomplished? Then I will bully you too, see if I can achieve anything?"

Madam Hua murmured faintly.

Then, she spread her hands and scattered.

Picking three thousand spring raindrops, splashing sword energy to shatter the blue clouds.

Just for the young man's spirit.

The raindrops that solidified like ice particles were all pulled like thin swords in the air, whistling, passing over the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, over the double-eaved Tianbo Tower, and over the stone tablet and jade square.

Towards the quiet street entrance, the carriage that was forcing the young man to bend down with boundless power was splashed away.

A corner of the curtain lifted by the carriage suddenly floated up, as if it was cut off by a sharp edge, and fell powerlessly on the waterlogged ground, floating on it like duckweed.

In that carriage, the man who was high up and with a normal face.

Finally moved.

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