Spring has returned, but the unexplained wind and rain have not yet taken away the remaining cold.

The next day, it's dawn.

The warm sun is rising.

Anle didn't sleep all night, but he felt very energetic. He refined his spirit and refined himself, making him full of energy.

I painted all night, all of which were sketches of bamboo. I used the pride in the bamboo poles and the sharpness of the bamboo leaves to nourish the boiling sword furnace between my eyebrows, and let the sword furnace gradually calm down.

Yesterday's hustle and bustle has come to an end, and Anle has not been affected much. Luo Qingchen left Lin'an Mansion with Zhushan's body. Life or death has nothing to do with Anle, but Anle remembers the promise made to Luo Qingchen.

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After washing, Anle changed into a pair of green clothes, then wore Mochi and Qingshan on his waist and walked out of the yard.

After eating a bowl of tofu pudding at the entrance of the alley, I took a leisurely stroll in the direction of the West Lake while reading.

The spring breeze is coming slowly, bringing with it some lingering winter chill. As we walk to the lakeside, we are greeted by luxuriant grass and lush greenery.

The spring color of West Lake has returned, and the spring water is greener than dye.

Along the way we went to Qingbo Street. Yesterday there was a spiritual battle on the street, but now the pedestrians were rushing around and there was no trace left.

He wears a green robe with wide sleeves and wears two swords on his waist. Perhaps because of his spiritual refinement, he becomes more and more handsome, with deep eyebrows. Walking on the long street, he can't help but attract the attention of passers-by.

In the distance, an acquaintance walked quickly. It was none other than Huang Xian, the head of the black yamen.

"Mr. An."

Huang Xian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was happy.

"Last night there was a dispute between cultivators at the Qingbo Street, and Prime Minister Qin's Young Master was brutally abused by the former genius Luo Qingchen... I was worried that Young Master An's disciples would be affected. Now it seems that Young Master An is very good."

Huang Xian's expression was obviously much more relaxed, he cupped his fists and bowed with a smile.

Hearing this, Anle could feel the care in the other person's words, and returned the favor with clasped fists: "Thank you very much, Huang Captou, for your concern. Although it may have been slightly affected, it's not a serious problem."

Huang Xian nodded: "Mr. An, spring is coming soon. During this period, the security of Lin'an Mansion will be much stricter. Young Master Qin will act more restrained, so you can rest assured."

"It will be Chunwei in half a month. Huang will not nag Mr. An. I hope Mr. An can go to Chunwei High School and be ranked among the first-class Jinshi and get his wish!"

Huang Xian smiled and exchanged a few words with Anle, then left with his knife and went to work in Heiya.

An Le also smiled, instead of passing by, he went to the West Lake while reading.

As spring approaches, the atmosphere in Lin'an Prefecture is indeed very different. Among the people walking on the street, there are more scholars and scholars studying.

The whole ancient city is filled with a bookish atmosphere.

Walk to the West Lake, walk on the white jade embankment, bathe in the spring breeze, read and meditate, slowly refine the sword energy in the sword furnace between the eyebrows, and feel the essence of heaven and earth.

The blue waves of the West Lake are rippling, the flower boats are rippling gently, and the sound of harps, strings, and bamboos can be heard coming from it.

Those scholars and scholars who had talked with Anle came again. When they saw Anle studying alone, they greeted him from a distance, and one of them even came to chat.

"Brother, I came to the West Lake to enjoy the flower-viewing boat again. It was really leisurely and elegant."

The visitor laughed, clasped his fists and bowed: "I am a descendant of the Liu family in Huating. My name is Yue and my courtesy name is Haoqing. Meeting each other is fate. May I ask my brother's name?"

An Le smiled, and also clasped his fists in salute: "My surname is An Le, and I come from Chongzhou. It's a pleasure to meet you."

When the scholar Liu Yue heard this, his face was still eager. He smiled and talked with An Le about the various styles of the girls in the flower boat.

Suddenly, waves of exclamations came from the lakeside.

Everyone looked around and saw Fairy Yunrou flying over the West Lake with her sword and boarding the flower boat.

Fairy Yunrou, whom she had not seen for several days, finally appeared again. For a moment, the moods of the literati, poets and scholars by the lake were aroused.

"Brother, do you know how noble Fairy Yunrou is on this West Lake flower boat? Fairy Yunrou is so noble that we can only catch a glimpse of her beauty, even if she is the top cultivator in Lin'an, the extremely luxurious Linhua Pavilion.

, there is no comparison with Fairy Yunrou."

"I heard that the power and noble people behind Fairy Yunrou are out of reach!"

Liu Yue said in a low voice.

Hearing this, An Le smiled and nodded, not surprised, and along the way, he extracted four wisps of time energy from Fairy Yunrou, whom he had not seen for a few days.

After refining the gods and transcending the secular world, Anle's ability to draw time energy from a single target has increased again. As for the number of daily targets, he has not tried it yet. He will go to the Lin Mansion later and try it against many young men.

Four wisps of time energy entered the account, and Anle felt quite happy.

After feeling the energy of the years, Anle did not intend to stay for a long time. He said goodbye to the scholar Liu Yue and planned to leave to work in the Lin Mansion.

Scholar Liu Yue was startled, feeling that the handsome brother in front of him was quite unique.

Just take one look at Fairy Yunrou and leave?

For those of us who are scholars, one glance is not enough. Why don’t we take a few more glances?

Suddenly, in the distance, Fairy Yunrou was standing on a flower boat, wearing a veil, her eyes moved sideways and fell on Anle.

"Master, please stay."

A faint voice came from the flower boat in the center of the lake accompanied by the sound of wind.

That was the voice of Fairy Yunrou, carried by the wind with her heart.

An Le, with her green clothes flying in the air, stopped walking, with a slightly puzzled look in her eyes. She turned around and saw a small boat sailing slowly on the West Lake. A maidservant stood on it and accompanied the boat to the edge of the West Lake, looking at the white jade tree.

An Le bowed and bowed.

"My young lady said that my teacher had a very pleasant conversation with Mr. An, so I asked my servant to ask if Mr. An would be willing to go on the flower boat."

The maidservant's voice is like the cry of an oriole in an empty valley, and her words are like singing, quite tactful.

An Le was stunned, and the scholar Liu Yue was also stunned, and then he felt a numbness on his scalp, not because of the invitation from Fairy Yunrou's maid, but because of the information revealed in the maid's words.

An...another everyone?

The extremely handsome and young boy next to him is Mr. An?

According to rumors, the family name of An, who was good at painting ink bamboo, was An, but his name was never mentioned.

It turned out that the An family actually had the same hobbies as literati like them.

Ignoring the excited Liu Yue, Anle frowned: "I had a very pleasant conversation with Fairy Yunrou's teacher?"

Who is Fairy Yunrou’s teacher?

Anle really can't remember who he had a pleasant conversation with during this period. Could it be the old man from the Ancestral Temple?

Shaking his head, Anle raised his eyes and looked at Fairy Yunrou standing on the flower boat. The fairy's face was veiled, and her bright eyes were like the bright stars in the night sky.

Fairy Yunrou nodded slightly and greeted Anle.

An Le took a breath, then clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you Miss Yunrou for the invitation, but Xiaosheng has something to do today and will come to visit another day."

Refused?!

Liu Yue, who was beside Anle, came to his senses and was shocked. Fairy Yunrou invited her, which many literati only dreamed of.

But the person who refused was the An family, which is now famous in Lin'an, so... that's understandable.

On the flower boat, Fairy Yunrou smiled peacefully, and the voice from her heart, mixed with the wind, rang softly in Anle's ears.

"It doesn't matter, Yunrou is waiting for An everyone. After all, An everyone is almost the same sect of Yunrou."

Hearing this, Anle was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.

He once rejected the offer of becoming the mountain guard of the Sixth Mountain Lord, and had a very pleasant talk with the Sixth Mountain Lord, and was even given an ink pond as a gift.

Could it be that Fairy Yunrou is the first mountain guardian of the Sixth Mountain Lord?!

Anle looked again and saw that Fairy Yunrou had already entered the flower boat and was nowhere to be seen. As for the speculation, she could only give up without reason.

However, Anle's first ray of age energy was taken from Fairy Yunrou, and the first ray of golden age energy was also taken from Fairy Yunrou.

According to cause and effect, Fairy Yunrou was kind to him. Since the other party invited her, she should go and visit her when she had time.

It's just that I have to go to the Lin Mansion to work today, and I haven't asked Mrs. Hua for leave, so I declined the invitation.

An Le did not stay long by the West Lake, and said goodbye to the scholar Liu Yue beside him.

Liu Yue was flattered and quickly bowed to the ground in return.

An Le smiled, wearing an ink pool and green mountains on his waist, and diffused into the sea of ​​people.

When Liu Yue raised his head, the famous An family member of Lin'an Mansion had disappeared without a trace.

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It is easy to realize that in the east wind, spring is always spring with its brilliant colors.

With the baptism of spring rain one after another, the spring scenery in Lin'an Mansion takes on a new look.

Willows blow in the wind on the roadside, and in the courtyard of the high-rise house, there are flower branches sticking out of the wall, blooming with a hint of spring.

Anle walked through the quiet street and arrived at the door of Lin's Mansion. The person who opened the door was still the maid Liuxiang who had been waiting for a long time.

"Mr. An." Liu Xiang pursed her red lips and looked at An Le shyly.
To be continued...