BXBX NOVEL Chapter 15: Madam Plucks the Spring Rain for the Young Man’s Pride
Chapter 15: Madam Plucks the Spring Rain for the Young Man\'s Pride
For the first time, An Le saw the difference between ordinary people and cultivators.
He also truly understood why there was a saying that all things in the world were pointless and only cultivation was important.
The three wailing thugs did not continue to persist in the face of An Le\'s question.
They were not tough men. They would not insist on keeping Liu Qingyan\'s secret. What was the difference between Liu Qingyan asking them to break the hands of a cultivator and sending them to their deaths? What obligation did they have to keep it a secret?
An Le picked up the blood-stained oil-paper umbrella and looked indifferently at one of the burly men.
The burly man looked at An Le and endured the pain. "It\'s Liu Qingyan, the painter, Liu Qingyan!"
"He was jealous of your painting skills and hated you for snatching his chance to paint in the Lin Residence, so he asked us to break your hands!"
"It\'s true! We\'re telling the truth! Please spare us, sir!"
The three burly men were terrified.
Cultivators were all high and mighty. Compared to ordinary people like them who could not cultivate, they were like clouds and mud. At this moment, all they had left was reverence.
Painter Liu Qingyan?
An Le was stunned. He couldn\'t help but think of the painting at the Heavenly Wave Water Pavilion yesterday. The old artist whom Miss Zhuifeng said was sh*t?
He never expected the artist to be so vicious.
"Just because my painting is better than his and I stole his chance to enter the Lin Residence to paint, he wants to break my hand?"
An Le took a deep breath.
The spring rain fell on his face and skin, making him feel a little cold.
Liu Qingyan was the mastermind, so these thugs were unforgivable.
An Le had never thought of killing them. After all, he was still law-abiding. However, he was familiar with Constable Huang and could let him capture them.
Attacking the Provincial Scholar on the streets was enough to send them to jail.
Suddenly, An Le looked at the entrance of Jing Street. The spring rain was dense and the dusk clouds were low.
Timely spring rain made the sky darken, and the day was as bright as dusk.
At the entrance of Jing Street, a familiar carriage slowly drove over. A gentle breeze blew, and the curtains of the carriage fluctuated. The carriage was as luxurious as ever. Rain dripped down the sides of the carriage like intertwined bead curtains.
This carriage…
An Le remembered that when he left the Lin Residence that day, he saw this carriage. There was also a man sitting in the carriage. There was a lot of Age Qi around him, dozens of wisps. He was a huge fat sheep.
At that time, An Le only thought that the other party was a benefactor in a nearby mansion and did not pay much attention to it.
But now, the appearance of this carriage had a deeper meaning.
The carriage stopped a hundred feet away from An Le. On the shaft of the carriage, a burly coachman wearing a straw cape and a bamboo hat sat upright. He held the reins in his hand, and the extremely handsome horse in his hand was extremely obedient.
An Le\'s gaze landed on the coachman. The burly coachman\'s body was like a small mountain, and his obscure Qi Blood was extremely oppressive. The spring rain that fell from the sky distorted the route when it approached the coachman.
Clearly, this coachman\'s Body Tempering cultivation was definitely extremely high.
In An Le\'s eyes, this coachman had exactly ten wisps of Age Qi. He was inferior to Miss Zhuifeng and Fairy Yun Rou, but in An Le\'s eyes, he was considered strong.
Most importantly, the luxurious man in the carriage gently lifted a corner of the curtain with his palm. His playful and deep gaze was like the sun rising in the spring rain, shining on An Le.
At that moment, An Le felt as if the world had lost its color. The mental power that had just been nurtured in his body through Meditation was stagnant, and his Qi Blood was like a frozen river in the north, unable to circulate at all.
Just by meeting the gaze of the man in the carriage, he felt his heart being gripped by a hand. It began to beat violently, and began to beat continuously. The sound was like a bell that spread to every corner of his body, as if a huge hole would be opened in his heart like a war drum that had been smashed by a mallet if it continued to beat!
The spring rain slid down An Le\'s face and condensed like silk from the tip of his chin.
He closed his eyes and forcefully cut off his gaze. However, the man\'s gaze was still like the scorching sun.
When An Le visualized the Sword Waterfall Diagram, a sword descended from the nine heavens and slashed open the blazing light, restoring his mind.
However, his heart was still beating uncontrollably. It was still beating violently as if it was about to explode out of his chest.
An Le mobilized his mental power to control his body, but it was extremely difficult.
His legs began to tremble slightly as if he couldn\'t help but kneel in the wet alley to make the ground. He bent his back, which symbolized dignity.
However, An Le understood that he could not kneel. Once he did, his heart of cultivation might be buried under dust. It would be extremely difficult to sweep away the trauma and progress further.
On this day, An Le understood the two differences.
The first was the difference between ordinary people and cultivators.
The other was the gap between powerful cultivators and weak cultivators. The distance between the latter…
It was even more difficult to cross than the former.
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The long flat lake connected to the distant sky, and the misty rain was moist and light.
Heavenly Wave Water Pavilion.
The spring rain made the scenery of the Water Pavilion even more beautiful.
On the surface of the pool, the ripples were round. The poetic and artistic conception was like the whiteness of an artist\'s brush after splashing ink.
In the main hall of the Water Pavilion, Madam Hua was lying on her side on the couch. Her plump and graceful figure was like a ripe peach, displaying her charm. On the stove, red charcoal was boiling water, and the rising steam was misty and hot.
Madam Hua was quietly reading "Knowing Journey" written by a scholar from the Academy. There was also a painting on the table. It was a sketch of the past beauty drawn by An Le.
Her fair fingers flipped through the yellowed pages. Suddenly, Madam Hua\'s fingertips paused and she lowered her eyes.
"There are not many neutral forces in Great Zhao. The Lin family, the Zhong family, and the Ye family are the three aristocratic families of generals. However, in the eyes of His Majesty, neutrality represents the unknown. The chips formed by the three aristocratic families are too heavy… It\'s enough to stir up a storm in the court."
"Now that His Majesty\'s lifespan is about to end, if he can\'t take that peerless step, he will have to make a choice as the heir to the throne. It will be the future of the dynasty. Therefore, to His Majesty, standing in the middle is… filled with unknown uneasiness and uncontrollable."
Neutral now did not mean neutral in the future. The Lin family, the Zhong family, and the Ye family were like mountains between the temples, enough to break the balance between either side.
"And with His Majesty\'s intention, the benefactors from all over began to have thoughts and wanted to probe the attitudes of the three families."
"Now… any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to show off in front of my Lin Residence."
Madam Hua sighed softly.
She gently closed the book in her hand and sat up. She put down her small feet from the couch and stepped on the ground.
With Madam Hua\'s cultivation, she naturally sensed everything that happened on the quiet street.
At first, she did not plan to make a move because she was surprised to discover that An Le had successfully passed his Qi Blood Awakening and stepped into the first realm of Body Tempering.
On the other hand, An Le was only facing two big shots in the martial arts world, not cultivators. They were no threat to An Le.
Therefore, Madam Hua did not attack and only watched.
However, when the carriage appeared, the cultivator in the carriage used his power to oppress An Le. He wanted to bend An Le\'s spine and destroy his spirit…
Madam Hua couldn\'t stand it anymore.
Putting aside the painting, Madam Hua still admired this young man. Although he had cultivated too late, he did not feel sorry for himself. His mentality was extremely good, and he even entered Meditation using 45 minutes and passed his Qi Blood Awakening overnight.
Madam Hua really loved this talent. She naturally did not want the young man she admired to falter just like that. As soon as he stepped onto the path of cultivation, his pride was wiped clean and his Dao heart was covered in dust.
In addition, she also knew that An Le was implicated because of the Lin Residence, so she had a reason to take action.
Most importantly, she could not stand the person in the carriage bullying the weak.
Madam Hua got up from the couch and walked to the railing in the main hall. Her graceful figure leaned against the railing and watched the spring rain in the sky.
The spring rain was like oil splashing around.
The wind blew continuously, causing the boiling hot water in the pot to dissipate.
She looked at the spring rain that filled the sky.
Madam Hua stretched out her sparkling and white palm.
Facing the dusky sky, it was like reaching out to pluck flowers.
In an instant!
The spring rain in the sky above the entire Heavenly Wave Water Pavilion stopped abruptly, like flowers being plucked one by one.
"As a great cultivator who has passed the initial five realms, do you feel a sense of accomplishment bullying a young man who has just stepped into cultivation? Then I\'ll bully you too. Let\'s see if I can feel any satisfaction."
Madam Hua murmured lightly.
Then, she spread her hands.
She plucked 3,000 droplets of spring rain and scattered sword qi that tore the clouds.
It was just for the youth\'s pride.
The raindrops that were as solid as ice were all pulled into thin swords in midair. They whistled as they passed the Heavenly Wave Water Pavilion and the stone tablet jade workshop.
At the entrance of Jing Street, the carriage that was pressing down on the young man\'s bent back with boundless might splashed over.
A corner of the curtain lifted by the carriage suddenly floated up, as if it had been cut off by a sharp blade. It fell weakly on the waterlogged ground, floating on it like duckweed.
In the carriage, there was a man with a calm expression.
At this moment, he finally lost his composure.