Chapter 69: Watching the Old Man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple Fight the Yuan Emperor, Condensing the Dao Fruit Heroic Qi Attraction (1)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The sun set in the north, and the wind and rain blew away. Several peaks came out of the clouds.
First Mountain, thatched cottage.
The incense pillar burned, and green smoke curled up.
The cold spring rain scattered outside the house, but it could not erode the warmth in the thatched cottage at all. The old man sitting in front of the incense burner yawned lazily and stretched.
“An Le… Isn’t this the young man Sixth Brother admires very much and gave him an Ink Pool Sword from the Mortal Sword Case?”
“He just entered the Little Sacred Ranking not long ago. A few days ago, he was still at the second realm in both paths, but he entered the third realm already… No wonder the Little Sacred Ranking took the initiative to change the rankings.”
The old man picked up the bamboo slip made of incense ash and walked under the thatched roof. Raindrops dripped outside like a pearl curtain.
He blew at the bamboo slip. The incense ash was gone, but there were real words under the bamboo slip.
It was as if it was engraved on a bamboo slip that even time could not erase.
The old man chuckled. The bamboo slip in his hand actually floated up and slowly floated out of the straw hut, accompanied by a loud cry.
The bamboo slip actually turned into a white crane. The white crane flapped its wings and broke through the spring rain and mountain fog before flying towards the mortal world.
The change in the Little Sacred Ranking would naturally spread throughout the mortal world.
The person who caused the change in the rankings had to become famous.
The lights were far away, and the spring rain gradually stopped. There seemed to be starlight in the night sky.
In a small courtyard in Imperial Ancestral Temple Alley.
Through the ordinary lattice wooden window, one could see a young man painting on the table with a brush. The brush moved like a dragon, and the thick ink was light. The rich ink fragrance curled in the room, accompanied by the spring rain and dust, making one feel relaxed and happy.
The young man’s eyes were bright and he was high-spirited. He placed his brush on the painting. On it, ink bamboo burst out with an arrogant posture, and it was filled with vitality as if it was growing proudly against the sunlight.
On a spring rainy night, painting bamboo did not seem out of place at all.
The old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Zhao Huangting, stood at the side. He held a candle lamp in his hand and looked at the paintings with admiration. There was a comfortable smile on his lips.
The artist’s mental state was the best at influencing the style of the painting. Painting was a process of capturing inspiration. He was in a good mood and his thoughts were clear. The painting he produced was naturally filled with vigor.
An Le was immersed in painting, his mental power lingering. The Sword Furnace in his Niwan Palace trembled slightly, and the sword qi clanged as if it spread out and fused into the brush and ink soaked in wolf hair.
When the last stroke was done, the painting seemed to bloom with the warm sun in spring. It was filled with vitality. The simple house seemed to bloom with a different glow.
“Yes!”
Zhao Huangting praised the lamp, and the admiration in his eyes intensified.
“This painting fused with your mental power when you broke through. The surging qi is so scorching that it almost seeped out of the paper. It can be ranked among the seventh-grade Spirit Refinement Treasure Paintings! Even among the seventh-grade Spirit Refinement Treasure Paintings, it’s rather precious! ”
The old man did not hide his praise.
After all, this painting fused with the young man’s confidence and blazing mental state that had just broken through. It was vigorous and would naturally be positively affected by it.
An Le smiled and habitually signed his name. “I broke through today and my mental power was cheerful. At the invitation of an old friend, I drew the ink bamboo. Actually, the bamboo in my chest is not the bamboo in my eyes. Therefore, grinding ink, unrolling paper, and moving the brush is another concept. Actually, the bamboo in my hand is not the bamboo of my heart..
Lastly, he wrote the words “Banqiao Bamboo”.
He took out the seal of the Demon Tempering Treasure Jade.
The mental power light on the painting flashed. It was a Clear Bamboo Painting that contained the intent of Spirit Refinement.
After An Le finished painting, he walked to the window and breathed in the fresh air. The old man held the lamp and observed the painting carefully. The love on his face was obvious.
After finishing the painting, An Le felt his excitement and impetuous mental power gradually calm down.
There was indeed some logic in painting to nurture one’s character.
An Le turned to look at the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple who was admiring the painting carefully.
Suddenly, with a thought, the [Age Qi] column on the light screen began to jump slightly.
Dense Age Qi swayed slightly on the old man’s body. Vaguely, there seemed to be a wisp of Age Qi that was about to leave the old man’s body.
After a few tugs of war, the Age Qi wavered and was extracted by An Le.
An Le was overjoyed.
After his cultivation broke through to the third realm, he could finally obtain the Age Qi on the old man’s body. Although it was only a wisp, it… had an extraordinary meaning.
Suddenly, the wisp of Age Qi emitted a wisp of golden light and transformed into a golden incense pillar in front of him that curled up and burned.
An Le was slightly stunned. He glanced at the old man who was admiring the painting excitedly. After thinking for a moment, he chose to observe the past.
The spring breeze, rain, and spring night in front of him rippled like blue waves.
The long-awaited Molten Gold Age Qi slowly unraveled in front of him.
The obsessive clouds piled up in the sky like ink, and the snow waves surged as the river became brighter!
The huge river was like an ancestral dragon surging on the ground. Every wave was covered in scales, and as it rumbled, it was like an angry dragon roaring.
This was the Blue Wave River, a dangerous place in the world. It isolated the north and south and turned into a natural chasm. It was Great Zhao’s greatest reliance when they moved south.
A river separated them from Great Zhao’s glorious past. It also brought 500 years of dream-like prosperity to Great Zhao!
North of Blue Wave River, the ground shook as thousands of horses galloped, raising dust that swept over like a storm.
On Blue Wave River, extremely luxurious wooden ships rode the wind and waves, shattering the river water and crossing majestically.
The wooden ship had the flag of the Great Zhao Dynasty on it. It was submerged by the misty water vapor and seemed to have lost some of its toughness.
The civil and military officials, the scholars, the royal family… All of them stood on the flying ship. There was a huge demon dragon surging in the river around the flying ship. It was the demon dragon in Kun Peng Mountain, the ally who had helped the Great Zhao Dynasty move south.
An Le naturally knew what the scene in front of him was.
This was 500 years ago when Great Zhao moved south, and many people had long forgotten about it. Now, An Le saw this scene again through Age Qi..
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