Chapter 79: Seeking the Way by Painting with Bamboo, the Soul Gradually Emerges and a Path Opens Up

You don't need to buy mountain money to live in seclusion. You can sit alone in the deep blue sky and hide in the blue sky.

Wenxinlin Forest is famous in Lin'an Prefecture as a treasured place for cultivating the mind in the literary academy. The secluded Wenxinlin Forest in front of the Wenqu Monument has attracted many spiritual practitioners to go there.

But most of the time, Wenxin Forest is kept secret. Only Confucian scholars who have performed well in every major examination of the Academy of Arts and have their names on the literary and music list are qualified to set foot in Wenxin Forest to cleanse their minds.

It is rumored that the bamboo forest in Youhuang Wenxin Forest has existed since the founding of the Academy of Arts ten thousand years ago. There were sages from the Academy of Arts who discussed Taoism here, which subtly affected every bamboo leaf in the bamboo forest.

Therefore, even the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette were surprised when Wenxinlin was actually taken out by the Academy of Arts as the standard for testing the cultivation of practitioners in this spring period.

When I learned that this decision was made by the three masters of the Academy of Literature at the same time, I was even more confused. Could it be that the three masters really favored the Confucian scholars on the list of literary works?

Most of the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list have walked in Wenxinlin and have experience, so they will have clearer and clearer plans for walking routes in Wenxinlin.

But even if the masters are partial, they dare not mention it.

For a moment, the officials of the Ministry of Rites had complicated expressions, and they could only watch the outside of Wenxinlin silently.

To their surprise, the first person to enter the forest was not the many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list, but a handsome young man in white with a straight waist.

"This must be Mr. An... His hand of ink bamboo shocked Lin'an. I never thought that coming to Youhuang Wenxinlin today would have a new impact on his concept of ink bamboo painting."

An official from the Ministry of Rites recognized Anle and couldn't help but speak.

Anle's Mozhu is quite famous, but what really made him famous and well-known was the beating of Wang Qinhe on the West Lake on a rainy night.

The second wife, Pang Ji, stroked his beard and squinted his eyes, with a bit of curiosity and expectation, as if hoping that this young man would bring him some surprises.

On the other side, many of the dumbfounded Confucian scholars also came to their senses, and all of them looked unhappy.

The breeze blows, bringing waves to the bamboo sea.

A Confucian scholar who was on the literary and music list felt that all the limelight had been robbed, and his words could not help but be a little sour: "This Mr. An is really... very reckless. If you are not careful, your mind will be lost in the bamboo branches in the forest." , If you don’t figure out the way to go in outside the forest, you just plunge into it, and you won’t be able to get far.”

"When entering the forest of inquiry, first observe the pattern of the bamboo path in the forest with your mind outside the forest, and find a path from the vast bamboo sea that has the steps of the predecessors leading to the Wenqu stele. The mental observation before entering the forest is equivalent to the ancient bamboo path in the forest. The sages engaged in a game of chess."

"After all, everyone in An is born in Juren, how come you can't even see through this?"

Maybe someone started it, and the Confucian scholars on the literary list spoke one after another. The sourness in their words made Han Shi, who was carrying a knife on the side, really pinch his nose and couldn't stand it.

"What are you doing sourly? Maybe the An family can reach the Wenqu Monument without any hindrance. It is your rule to observe before entering the forest. It is your common sense. Why do you impose it on the An family?"

Han Shi retorted directly and rudely, saying that he has a bad temper, but what bothers him the most is these sour Confucian scholars.

Although Anle was also a scholar, he was not a scholar in the liberal arts academy. He once attracted Wu Kuishi to raise his energy and blood, and he also carried out the Little Holy Order to defeat Wang Qinhe happily on the West Lake.

Such a scholar with strength, fighting ability, and courage is the one whom Han Shi respects.

Just like General Li Youan!

The more Han Shi spoke, the angrier he became. Facing the glares from the Confucian scholars, he glared back angrily, really like an angry lion.

Then he ignored these people and followed Anle angrily, carrying a big knife on his back, and plunged into the Wenxin Forest.

Less than five breaths.

Han Shi walked out angrily, looked at the group of people staring at him outside, patted his head, and stared back at the many Confucian scholars.

"Who the hell pulled me out?!"

Vulgar and vulgar!

Sure enough, he was a product from among those rude martial artists in the martial arts temple!

Many Confucian scholars on the literary and music lists sneered.

The second master chuckled and said: "Calm down and enter the forest calmly, otherwise you will walk out soon. Don't let everyone walk closer to the Wenqu Monument, and you will go further and further away."

Facing the second wife, Han Shi still respected him. He cupped his fists and bowed, blowing hot air from his nose. He suppressed the annoyance in his heart, started to mutter in his mouth, and closed his eyes to calm down.

The Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list sneered, and then continued to study the route of Wen Xinlin, while waiting to see An Le's good show.

It would be interesting if the famous An family in Lin'an was embarrassed in Wenxinlin.

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Wen Yuan Wen Xin Lin opened, and there was a faint breath of fresh air rushing into the sky. The spirits of many powerful spiritual practitioners moved and felt something.

There is a hut at the end of the path.

In the hut, two old men were sitting opposite each other, playing chess. The black and white chess pieces seemed to contain yin and yang, and there seemed to be a faint light shining between them.

The great master Zhu Huoxi was playing chess with the third master Wang Banshan.

"The young man caused the Wenqu Monument to move. I don't know if I can walk to the monument house. I probably can, but I don't know if I can gather my literary courage by looking at the Wenqu Monument."

Zhu Huoxi smiled lightly and held the Bailuozi.

Wang Banshan stared at the chessboard, sweating profusely, with a serious and dignified look in his eyes, as if he had met his opponent.

I picked up the sunspot and hesitated for a long time before putting it down.

Master Zhu Huoxi shook his head slightly, dumbfounded in his heart. This Wang Banshan's chess skills... are still as bad as ever.

"Literary courage depends on fate, so Anle dares to write such a majestic Northern Expedition statement. It's not a matter of mere literary courage, but I don't know whether he can elicit the awe-inspiring energy and bless him."

"The Literary Academy has been developing for thousands of years, but now, there are really fewer and fewer people in the academy who are awe-inspiring."

Wang Banshan said softly.

Then he narrowed his eyes and dropped it, but as soon as he dropped it, he felt a little regretful and wanted to pick it up.

Zhu Huoxi shook his head, quickly picked up a white piece and dropped it.

"You are the third scholar in the academy, and you must not lose your quality of playing chess without regrets." Zhu Huoxi, the senior scholar, chuckled.

"Haoran is rare. It has been so in all dynasties. The more prosperous the court is, the more prosperous it will be, which will wear away the minds and wills of scholars. Now, it has been five hundred years since the great Zhao Dynasty moved south, and it is extremely prosperous. There are too many singing and singing every night in Lin'an. lure."

"How can a scholar maintain a righteous spirit in his heart and gather great power?"

"To achieve greatness, one must not only have quality, but also have the knowledge to match it. Nowadays, scholars are obsessed with prosperity and do not delve into knowledge. How can one have greatness?"

Zhu Huo sighed softly: "The prosperity and decline of temples all started from this point on."

The third concubine, Wang Banshan, did not take it seriously: "When the Confucian scholars in the academy were involved with the dignitaries in the temple, it was destined to be like this. This is their choice. We old bones express our thoughts. They can't force them to listen or not. It is enough to ensure the continuity of the literary academy.”

"You are really free and easy." Zhu Huo said happily.

Wang Banshan shook his head: "It's not so cool, but after seeing so many disappointments, I no longer have hope."

"As for whether Anle can attract Haoran, it actually depends on him. It depends on whether he attracts Haoran or not. If this young man can get a green mountain from Zhao Huangting and is worthy of raising a green mountain, it is no problem to attract Haoran."

Whether it attracts greatness or not depends on whether you are willing to be happy or not...

Wang Banshan's words made Zhu Huoxi stunned. Is he so optimistic about this young man?

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Mo Chi's restless An Le had long been aware of it and had been suppressed by him with his mind, so there was no chaos.

However, as soon as he relaxed his mind, the ink pool flew out and entered the Youhuang Forest.

Anle was really helpless about this, just like a runaway horse.

Anle was really looking forward to Wenxinlin. It was a treasured place for divine refining. His current divine refining realm was transcendent. After imagining the sword waterfall during the Spring Examination, his mind was now only a little short of perfection.

Maybe asking Xinlin today can help him reach perfection?

Dressed elegantly in white, she stepped into the bamboo forest, her figure disappearing into the dark bamboo forest. When she looked back, she couldn't see the road behind her, as if any trace had been wiped away.

Looking around, there are only gently growing bamboo branches, which are as green as the air after the rain, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Vaguely, the sound of ink pools flying across the sea of ​​bamboo could still be heard in my ears, and the sword brushed against the fluttering bamboo leaves, making a gentle rustling sound.

There is no road in front of you, only countless green bamboos growing everywhere.

Walking in the bamboo forest, you will feel the soft withered bamboo leaves under your feet.

There seems to be a steaming breath of time, constantly rushing towards peace and happiness. The withering of every bamboo leaf represents the passing of the annual rings of time.

The layers of bamboo leaves paved on the ground may have gone through a long period of time and turned into spring mud to protect Hsinchu.

The roots are exposed, the spine of the blue dragon is cold, and the leaves are coiled at the tail end of the red phoenix.

Listening to the sound of the waves in the bamboo sea, Anle walked slowly, and the sword furnace in the Niwan Palace of Meijin showed unprecedented tranquility.

In this calmness, the mind seems to be forged with a light hammer, slowly tempering, becoming more and more concise.

The black bamboo goes and returns, galloping among the bamboo forests.

Anle put his hands on his back and wore a green mountain on his waist. He walked to a bamboo and looked at it. In fact, there were countless such bamboos in Wenxin Forest.

Anle has painted ink bamboo, and he is actually no stranger to bamboo. He knows how to use ink, how to draw leaves, and how to express the tenacity and unyielding temperament of bamboo.

But in fact, this is the first time that I have seriously calmed down and observed bamboo.

His ink painting is more based on the impressions and brushwork of the master of ink bamboo in his previous life.

However, Anle has always felt that something was missing.

In the Wenxin Forest, Anle stared at a bamboo for a long time.

Outside, the Wenqubang Confucian scholars who were observing the Wenxin Forest with their minds and planning the route moved. One by one, they set foot in the Wenxin Forest and began to move forward slowly.

The routes they planned are all feasible paths that have been trekked and verified by their predecessors. Therefore, they firmly believe that as long as they continue to follow the path of their predecessors, they will be able to get out of Wenxin Forest and step in front of Wenqu Monument.

Although the path taken by the predecessors was covered by withered bamboo leaves, what they had to do was to use their minds to dig through the bamboo leaves covering the road and dig out the path.

This process is the process of baptizing the mind and strengthening the mind, which is the beauty of Wenxinlin.

One after another, Confucian scholars on the Wenqu List set foot in the Forest of Questioning Hearts.

The rest of the candidates also set foot. Even Han Shi calmed down and planned the path outside Wenxin Forest. Then he set foot inside, following the established path and moving forward.

The second wife, Pang Ji, watched quietly, the peace on his face gradually deepening.

Outside Wenxinlin, many officials from the Ministry of Etiquette were also curious, wondering who was the furthest away at this moment.

But I saw the second wife raised her hand and flicked her sleeves.

The Wenxin Forest became transparent, and the figures of every candidate who entered the forest became extremely obvious, and their positions became extremely clear.

"Ah? Have you just come this far?"

"Have you lost your way? If so, it would be a pity..."

"Everyone in An is good at making black bamboo, but don't let the bamboo lose its direction in this Youhuang Wenxin Forest. That would be really ridiculous."

The officials of the Ministry of Rites were all surprised and suspicious when they saw Anle standing motionless in front of a bamboo.

They thought that Anle should have gone very far, but they never thought that he was still not far from entering the forest, and had even been surpassed by many Confucian scholars who had just entered the forest.

The Second Master looked at Anle, his eyes became more and more solemn, and there was also a trace of doubt in his eyes.

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Under the hut.

When the pieces fall on the chessboard, they make a crisp sound.

Third Master Wang Banshan narrowed his eyes: "It's begun, entering the Forest of Questioning."

Master Zhu Huoxi chuckled: "Yes, how long do you think it will take for this son to come out of the forest?"

Looking at the nearly empty chess board eaten by Zhu Huoxi, Wang Banshan threw the chess pieces in his hand directly back into the chess box, stretched out, and chuckled: "Master, playing chess is so boring, why don't you and I make guesses?" Write the time on paper, and see who guesses it right, how about you and me?"

Zhu Huoxi stroked his beard, smiled and nodded, complying with the stinky chess player's request.

Then, the two got up and went into the house, wrote down the answers on paper respectively, folded them, and returned to each other in front of the chessboard.

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Anle stared at the bamboo in front of him for a long time. It was an old bamboo with several patterns on it, like traces left by time.

I reached out and touched it, it was extremely cold, the bamboo branches swayed slightly, and the rustling bamboo leaves suddenly shook off.

Bamboo seems to be shy.

At this moment, Anle was surprised, and her understanding of bamboo seemed to have a different impression.

Bamboo also has a soul.

At this moment, he was not looking for a way out of the forest, nor was he following the path left by his predecessors.

He began to observe the bamboos one by one, observing their demeanor and temperament.

The ink bamboo he once painted was less agile and more rigid, which was also different from the real bamboo.

Anle Gezhu, wants to make the ink bamboo painting truly appear in the room.

Draw the ink bamboo that belongs to his happiness.

The forest is quiet, and when the breeze blows, the silence is broken, and the sound of waves rises.

Unconsciously, the warm sun sets in the west.

The setting sun is still setting, and the cold chimes are filling the forest.

Candidates who participated in Wenxinlin experienced their initial journey one by one, but they all began to hesitate. Although they had planned their mental route before entering the forest, they really wandered into the forest and followed the planned route for a long time, and then they all began to lose their way again. .

After being lost, you can only look for the way forward with a chaotic mind, and finally wander around in the same place.

No one walked out of the Questioning Forest.

Anle is still in Gezhu. After looking at the bamboo for so long, he has gained something, and he has a good grasp of the aura of bamboo.

He touched the bamboo sword Qingshan on his waist. Qingshan was very comfortable.

An Le smiled, stopped checking the bamboos, and stood up. The sunset shining through the bamboo leaves reflected on his body, stretching out his long figure.

Anle raised his hand and tapped lightly in the void.

call out!

Mochi, who had been crazy for a day in Wenxin Forest, broke through the thick bamboos and galloped in, surrounding Anle.

Anle grabbed the ink pool and started splashing ink in the air.

It is as if the heaven and earth are used as paper and the ink pond is used as a pen to create an ink bamboo painting.

Beyond the netherworld.

All the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette became energetic, and the second wife also narrowed her eyes and looked at the young man who had been standing quietly not far from the entrance of Wenxinlin all day.

The boy in white had a flying smile on his lips, holding a sword and drawing in the air.

His mind surges like a waterfall and merges into the painting in front of him.

The dark-colored bamboo is very abrupt and should be incompatible with the real bamboo. However, it is presented in Anle's painting and stands in the Wenxin Forest, but it seems to be integrated with the bamboos in the forest.

At this moment, the mind in the sword furnace in An Lemei's heart has officially reached the state of perfection!

Vaguely, in the sword furnace, even the mind surged, and vague figures gathered on the sword embryo.

Perfect your mind and spirit, and your soul will appear!

Although it is vague, it means that Anle's realm of refining the spirit has already touched the threshold of the fourth realm of soul.

When the Yuanshen is condensed into reality and can swim out of the body, it will be considered as officially setting foot in the Yuanshen realm!

Outside the bamboo forest.

The officials of the Ministry of Etiquette were extremely shocked. They couldn't help but take a deep breath when they saw the young man painting in the air with his sword energy.

"Is this the An family's ink bamboo? It seems... more agile. Although it is freehand, it has the reality and details of meticulous brushwork. It is indeed impressive!"

Many officials admired it.

The Second Master narrowed his eyes and let out a long breath, looking at the black bamboo with admiration in his eyes.

At this moment, he no longer worried that An Le would not be able to walk out of the Forest of Questioning Hearts.

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Qingbo Street, Ancestral Temple.

Zhao Huangting, who was laying out paper for painting in the temple, suddenly paused in his strokes, and his ears moved, as if he could hear the sound of beating leaves in the forest.

The ink bamboo picture hanging on the wall inside the house began to tremble uncontrollably.

He hurriedly put down his pen, walked quickly to the window, and looked in the direction of the Wenyuan. His eyes narrowed, and he saw a stream of fresh air rising into the sky in the direction of the Wenyuan.

Zhao Huangting then pinched his long eyebrows and laughed.

With a thought, the extremely tyrannical soul left the physical body and, under the setting sun, seemed to be floating in the direction of the Academy of Fine Arts under the endless rays of light.

The sky above the Wenyuan was not just Zhao Huangting's mind.

Li Youan's soul also came with his hands behind his back, Madam Hua's soul also curled up in the air, and several powerful souls from Lin'an Mansion came from the sky.

In Zhao Huangting's Yuan Shen Guan Na Wen Xin Lin, Anle held a sword and made a black bamboo. However, compared with the original, this black bamboo has undergone subtle changes.

The original Ink Bamboo was Anle's creation of the genre, and it had some flaws in the sculpture of the bamboo image. Today, Anle has made up for this flaw, and it even seems to be a completely different person from the previous Ink Bamboo artist.

The Mozhu at this moment is the Mozhu that truly belongs to Anle!

When Li Youan and Zhao Huangting were both paying attention to Mo Zhu.

Only Mrs. Hua sensed the peace of mind, and actually stepped into the worldly perfection, and vaguely, the phantom of the soul was born.

Mrs. Hua's red lips parted slightly, and she couldn't help but gasp.

Anle seems to be more talented than her at refining gods!

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Under the setting sun, in the forest of questioning hearts.

After Anle finished doing the ink bamboo, a suffocating breath came out of his heart, causing the bamboo forest to sway, strengthening his mind to reach the worldly perfection, making his eyes bright and full of energy.

He drew Anle's own bamboo. His heart was happy and his thoughts were clear. While laughing freely, he put the ink pond on his waist. Anle no longer checked the bamboos in place and strode forward.

I have not planned any path with my mind, nor have I ever searched for a path.

Just take a step, and the bamboo branches blocking the way will move away, opening up a brand new road!

Be your own path to peace and happiness.

This is how you draw bamboo, how you walk, and how you practice.

Half a moment later, a graceful figure in white clothes with two swords on his waist stepped out of the bamboo forest.

We arrived in front of the pavilion that shrouded the Wenqu Monument.

at this time.

The stars and the moon are rising above the sky, and the stars are shining brightly on the monument.

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Inside the thatched cottage.

Carbon stove boils water.

The eldest wife Zhu Huoxi and the third wife Wang Banshan looked at each other, and they spread out the papers folded between their palms.

All of them contain speculative times.

"a moment"

It only took half a moment from Anle to paint bamboo with sword energy and step out of the forest.

Under the eaves of the thatched cottage, the moonlight is clear and cold.

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.