Li Guanxuan continued to move forward, not in a hurry.
The territory of the Daheng Immortal Dynasty was very large, almost the sum of Daliang, Dali, Dayue, and Daqi. There were powerful monks in each prefecture.
Li Guanxuan has no idea of being a chivalrous person along the way. For him, he can only solve the immediate problems, and it is still things that will not cause any trouble to himself. Those who are easy to cause trouble, Li Guanxuan will stand by and continue on his way.
Of course, while on the road, I will occasionally practice a little.
After all, this is the basis for improving your cultivation.
Two years later, Li Guanxuan came to Mozhou.
This place is not far from the imperial capital Yongning Immortal City, it is still about several thousand miles away.
There are many literati in this state, including many talisman masters and painters. Everywhere there is elegance and antique flavor, as if you have entered a world of flourishing literary talent.
The streets and alleys are all selling the Four Treasures of the Study, of different grades, and Confucian cultivators can be seen everywhere, all of them carrying the aura of scholarship.
"Fortunately, my wife has been studying a lot these years. Otherwise, she would have been given some vulgar physical training by these scholars." Li Guanxuan sighed softly.
The first thing he felt when he entered Mozhou was that this was a world for scholars. If a martial arts practitioner came here, he would be ostracized and disliked by the scholars.
Wen Rongxin smiled and said, "Mozhou has a rich cultural heritage and is also a holy place for scholars. I just want to see if there are any more interesting books. I will buy them and go back to read them."
Although Wen Rongxin is a physical practitioner, she looks gentle and generous in appearance. She is a good wife and mother, and she also has the elegant temperament of a scholar.
Song Zhiqiao looked at the Confucianism cultivators around him and couldn't help but say: "In this area of Mozhou, there are many Confucianism cultivators from Wuhui Academy. It seems that they like this scholar more than the Imperial Capital Yongning Immortal City. world."
"Yes, after all, there are many brothels here, which are suitable for romance. Scholars like to come here to recite poems and write poems." Qin Jiyue said with a smile.
Xing Yuan agreed and said with a smile: "Sister Jieyue, you should keep your voice down when you say this, so that others don't hear you."
"Don't worry, the surroundings have been blocked for a long time. Only a few of us can hear it." Qin Jiyue laughed.
"I heard that there is another Mo River in Mozhou, why don't we go and have a look?" Tu Shan Yuqing said with some anticipation.
Along the way, she did a lot of planning. She asked around where there was more fun and beautiful scenery, and then she made suggestions on where to go.
Tushan Yuzhi also said: "I heard that many painters over there are painting Mojiang to understand the meaning of Mojiang's avenue and improve themselves. Since they are all here, why not go and have a look."
"good."
Li Guanxuan nodded. He didn't intend to spoil the fun. He could just take advantage of this time to inquire about some things in Yongning Immortal City.
In order to avoid accidentally provoking any relatives of the emperor when he goes back.
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Mojiang.
Li Guanxuan looked at the river in front of him. From a distance, the river looked as dark as ink, but when he got closer and held up the water, it turned out to be extremely clear and quite magical.
In addition, when Li Guanxuan was close to Mojiang, he clearly felt the rich spiritual energy emanating from Mojiang.
But when he picked up the river water, there was no aura in the water. It was just like ordinary river water, only slightly colder.
Li Guanxuan took a sip. It was sweet and pure without any impurities. It was quite thirst-quenching.
"It is rumored that Mojiang can cure all diseases. I don't know if it is true or not." Wen Rongxin also took a sip.
"It's just a rumor."
Li Guanxuan smiled, looked around, and found that there were indeed many painters painting on the edge of the Mo River.
These painters are extremely fanatical and obsessed. They are completely unaware of the existence of others and devote themselves wholeheartedly to painting.
"Why? Why! Why can't I still draw Mo Jiang's intention?!"
One painter roared like crazy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he bared his teeth like a wild beast and said: "Since I can't draw the meaning of Mojiang, then I will feel the meaning of Mojiang myself!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the painter jumped into the Mo River with a splash.
The roaring river submerged the painter in an instant. Even if the painter was a foundation-building monk, he died at that moment.
"Hahaha... I have become a devil, I have become a devil, it is better to die, it is better to die..."
Another painter looked up to the sky and laughed. There was madness and despair in the laughter. The straight brush suddenly turned into a sharp sword, piercing his heart and bringing out a beautiful snowflake.
Li Guanxuan was stunned. Is there anyone who became obsessed with painting and eventually committed suicide?
There were government officials patrolling around Mojiang. They were obviously used to seeing these painters committing suicide. They immediately stepped forward to collect the corpses and took away the painter's belongings as part of the cost of collecting the corpses.
"Senior, I heard that painters who understand Mo Jiang's meaning can become great masters, and those painters who cannot understand Mo Jiang's meaning and still insist on forcibly comprehending it will eventually die... Is it like today?"
Not far away, a graceful girl asked an old man with a frost-covered head.
The old man was dressed in a loose white robe, elegant and elegant, and possessed the spirit of immortality. He sat on a stone and looked at the Mojiang River, smiling and saying nothing.
The slender girl looks to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. She is wearing a plum blossom dress and a cloud belt around her waist. Her jade-like green silk is hanging down, showing her softness. Her figure is graceful and slim, and a bit sexy.
Looking up, the girl has an oval face as white and tender as jade, with beautiful eyes as bright and clear as stars. When she smiles, a pair of small dimples are distributed on both sides of her cheeks. She is as cute as a fairy.
Song Zhiqiao's youthfulness and agility revealed the elegance of a scholarly family, while the girl in front of her was pure and yet charming in a way that aroused desire.
In today's terms, a girl is pure lust.
"It's hard to explain the meaning and the way." The old man said with a smile.
The girl's beautiful eyes were curved, and dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks. She said with a smile: "Can you give me some advice, little girl?"
"It's difficult, it's difficult."
The old man smiled, but his eyes fell on Li Guanxuan. He waved his wide sleeves and asked, "Brother, are you heading towards the imperial capital?"
Li Guanxuan was stunned, nodded slightly, bowed and said, "Exactly."
"Do you want to learn painting?" the old man asked again.
"If you don't want to learn, just watch and learn a lot." Li Guanxuan shook his head.
"This kind of knowledge can't be gained by just seeing it. Only by experiencing it personally and understanding it personally can you gain insights."
The old man laughed and waved his broad sleeves, and Li Guanxuan appeared beside him.
Qin Jiyue and Liu Xiaoxian were the first to react, using their magic power to prepare to attack the old man and rescue Li Guanxuan.
However, Wen Rongxin stopped the two women and signaled them not to rush to take action, saying, "He has no ill intentions towards my husband."
Song Zhiqiao also said: "This is Daheng, no one can hurt me, brother, don't worry."
The old man seemed to have heard this and said with a smile: "My identity is quite bluffing? Let's see if I can be frightened."
"Abandoned son, how can he have any identity?"
Li Guanxuan smiled and asked: "Senior has a perverse personality and is mainly about doing whatever he wants. Is it possible that senior's paintings are also about doing whatever he wants?"
"Yes, yes..."
The old man smiled and said: "I see that you don't look like a human being, so I want to teach you the art of painting. You should learn it."
"Senior is quite domineering." Li Guanxuan shook his head and laughed.
The girl on the side was not happy and said: "I beg you to teach me. If you don't teach me, forget it. He doesn't want to learn, but you have to teach him?"
"I find him pleasing to the eye and am willing to teach him."
The old man chuckled and continued: "This little brother has a lot of wives and concubines, so he must be a passionate man. If you are willing to marry him and become his concubine, I can also teach you painting skills."
Li Guanxuan originally thought that the girl would scold him back in anger, but unexpectedly the girl said: "Okay, I will marry him tonight, and you have to teach me painting skills tomorrow. We have agreed, and we are not allowed to change."
When Wen Rongxin and the seventh daughter heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
This girl went so crazy in order to learn painting?
The old man shook his head and said: "If you don't mean it sincerely, it doesn't count."
Li Guanxuan next to him narrowed his eyes slightly.
In his opinion, the elegant old man in front of him obviously knew his identity, and it was very likely that he was sent by the empress to escort him to the imperial capital Yongning Immortal City.
But Li Guanxuan was a little interested in the old man arranging a marriage for him.
After all, his biggest trump card is dual cultivation.
Double cultivation...
Li Guanxuan recited these two words silently in his mind. The old man probably knew that he became stronger through dual cultivation, so he thought of letting the girl become his concubine.
"Senior, please stop joking. If you intend to teach me real skills, I will learn from you. If you do not intend to teach and just want to have fun, then I will leave." Li Guanxuan said calmly.
"If someone teaches you a real skill, I will naturally teach you a real skill." When the old man said this, there was no longer much of a smile on his face, and his aged eyes were full of nostalgia.
Hearing this, Li Guanxuan looked solemn and bowed silently.
He already understood that the old man in front of him was a friend of the Wine and Sword Immortal Wu Sheng.
"Okay, I'll learn." Li Guanxuan agreed.
The girl next to her jumped in anger.
She begged the old man to teach her painting skills, but the old man refused to teach her.
The man in green shirt in front of him didn't want to learn, but the old man had to let him learn.
Who can take this offence?
The old man glanced at the girl and said calmly: "You have already mastered the way of talisman painting. I have nothing to teach you. Next, you can only understand the meaning of Mojiang by stabilizing your own Taoist heart."
After hearing this, the girl was silent for a moment and asked, "How can one's Taoist heart be stable?"
"Ask your heart."
The old man said calmly: "If you can't pass this test in your heart, don't think about attacking the Nascent Soul in the future. Sooner or later, you will die from the inner demon tribulation."
The girl was completely silent.
Li Guanxuan glanced at her. It was obvious that she knew her problem, but she just couldn't solve it, so she wanted the old man to help solve it.
The old man looked at Song Zhiqiao again and asked, "Do you want to learn?"
"study."
Song Zhiqiao agreed without hesitation.
If the old man is willing to teach and teaches sincerely, she will naturally not refuse.
What's more, as a Confucian scholar, she was born into a scholarly family. She had to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, so if an expert was willing to teach her painting skills, she was also willing to learn.
Besides, being proficient in painting can also be of great help in carving out talismans. Next, they only need to slowly collect the materials to save a bunch of talismans.
"Students of painting should not be impatient..."
When the old man said this, he suddenly paused, glanced at Li Guanxuan and Song Zhiqiao, and said with a dumb smile: "Looking at you two, it's obvious that you don't look anxious."
"Senior, you speak slowly and we listen slowly. We have plenty of time." Li Guanxuan said with a smile.
The old man nodded slightly and smiled, "Look at the river to understand. There is no need to rush to draw it. If you can understand its meaning and then draw it, you will get twice the result with half the effort."
Having said this, the old man asked: "Brother, what do you think this Mojiang River looks like?"
"Like dragon veins." Li Guanxuan replied.
"oh?"
The old man was a little surprised and said with a smile: "How can you tell?"
"It is not only a thing of admiration in the hearts of scholars, but also a thing of admiration in the hearts of painters. In the eyes of literati, it is as precious as the veins of a dragon."
Li Guanxuan smiled and said: "You can't tell by looking at Jiang. I understand some truths only after seeing and hearing. I don't know whether it is right or wrong. Please ask seniors to clarify my doubts."
"Opposite to pole..."
The old man smiled happily and sighed: "Painters also take one thing as the main thing, and the rest are supplementary. Here, Mojiang is not the main thing, but talent is the main thing."
After listening to the conversation between the two, the girl on the side was greatly shocked.
Could this be the reason why the painter on the bank of the Mo River was possessed?
Everyone paints with Mojiang as the main subject, but forgets those who yearn for it.
In this world, people are the masters.
Li Guanxuan's smile gradually faded, and he said softly: "There is something in what the senior said."
"I've been away from home and country for so many years, I'm afraid you no longer have a homeland in your heart... I, like the old immortal, hope that all the people of Daheng will be like dragons."
The old man sighed softly and said: "Of course, the road is at your feet. You can go wherever you want. No one can restrain you."
"No one can restrain me, but they can guide me subtly..."
Li Guanxuan's face was expressionless, staring at the Mojiang River in front of him, and said calmly: "Senior, am I like the painting on the paper, allowed to be painted and manipulated by others?"
"That depends on what you think."
The old man laughed loudly and said: "To put it in layman's terms, if you are strong, who can describe you, who can manipulate you? I only want to teach you your true skills. In the future, you can go wherever you can!"
Li Guanxuan also laughed: "Then I will be as turbulent as the Mojiang River, drowning everything!"
(End of chapter)
