The conversation between the old man and Li Guanxuan made the girl fall into deep thought.
She could completely sense that the old man seemed to value Li Guanxuan very much.
and……
To be valued by such a person, Li Guanxuan's talent and cultivation are definitely not low.
The girl took a serious look at Li Guanxuan for the first time.
Sixth level of golden elixir...
Her cultivation level is not as high as hers, she is at least a perfect golden elixir, but if she really wants the old man to teach her true skills, I am afraid Yuanying has just reached the threshold.
However, people like the old man's vision is already quite ruthless, and it won't be much worse.
Soon, Li Guanxuan began to observe Mo Jiangyi and was not in a hurry to write.
Song Zhiqiao on the side is also concentrating, and his mentality is particularly relaxed.
Both of them knew very well that there was no need to rush into practice, it had to be sustained.
When the girl saw that both of them were observing Mo Jiang, she felt a little strange in her heart.
She has seen this river countless times, but she has never been able to understand its mystery. Could Li Guanxuan and Song Zhiqiao really see anything?
Neither Li Guanxuan nor Song Zhiqiao said a word, but the girl kept observing them...
Seeing that he was bored, the old man took out a yellow book and read it with interest.
…
Wen Rongxin and the girls have also been paying attention to Li Guanxuan's situation.
"Sister, is this old man reliable?" Xing Yuan couldn't help but ask.
Half a month had passed, and the old man didn't tell Li Guanxuan and Song Zhiqiao what to do. He just sat there and looked at the yellow book. The pictures on it were particularly vivid, charming, and graceful.
"yes."
Tushan Yuqing also noticed that the old man was reading serious scripts and asked in agreement.
Wen Rongxin didn't think it was anything. The world was so big and full of wonders. Everyone had their own special hobbies, so she couldn't comment on it.
"Don't worry, this is Daheng. My husband has already sent a message to my eldest brother and sister before entering Mozhou. They will definitely pay attention to the situation here. No one can hurt my husband." Wen Rongxin said with relief.
"Well, it's mainly because it's not easy to be a painter. He often goes crazy and commits suicide. Isn't this the ninth one we've seen?" Xing Yuan said.
They saw many painters who committed suicide on the banks of the Mo River. These painters were obsessed because they could not draw the Mo River.
Either jump into the river, or use the pen as a sword to pass through the heart...
Qin Jiyue said calmly: "Those are just painters with unstable Taoist minds who came to challenge Mo Jiang. How could some people with stable Taoist minds do things that endanger their lives?
When it comes to Taoism, I think I am ranked second in the world, and no one dares to be ranked first. "
Li Guanxuan is the most stable person in the world, and he is also an immortal. Such a humane heart is the least likely to have problems, because they have plenty of time to adjust and are not in a hurry to do anything.
The four words "eager for success" will never appear in their family.
Those who have an unstable Taoist mind are generally eager for success.
Liu Xiaoxian said: "Yuzhi, Yuqing, you are both proficient in the water system. You might as well use this time to understand the meaning of Mojiang. It does not need to be applied to painting. It is just a small challenge. If you can't do it, you can't do it. Don't show off."
"good."
Tushan Yuzhi and Tushan Yuqing nodded.
Indeed, they had nothing to do while staying here, so they might as well challenge Mo Jiang.
In addition to being naturally proficient in charm and illusion, the nine-tailed fox clan is also born with water magic.
…
Time passed slowly, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Li Guanxuan felt Mo Jiang's will, which was a power that could submerge everything. The powerful waves were surging and invincible.
The old man noticed some changes in Li Guanxuan and sighed: "It took me three years to feel the meaning of Mojiang, and another five years to understand the meaning of Mojiang and keep it in my heart.
Those who understand the meaning of Mojiang will be able to draw and make talismans in a smooth and coherent manner, with a very high success rate and extremely powerful destructive power. "
On the boulder, the old man waved his large sleeves to block out all the noisy things around him. There was a table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and he said:
"If you are ready, you can draw the Mojiang River first and then understand the meaning of the Mojiang River at any time."
"I'm not a painter. If I want to become a painter as soon as possible, shouldn't I draw something else first?" Li Guanxuan asked.
The old man suddenly realized: "I almost forgot about this. Okay, let's start with the simplest crane and turtle. For monks to cultivate immortality, painting this is the best practice."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man also noticed Song Zhiqiao's transformation, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly inadvertently.
Is it possible that this couple are both monsters?
It was normal for Li Guanxuan to feel Mo Jiang's intention within half a year. After all, the other party had learned "Sword in Wine".
But Song Zhiqiao...
A pure Confucian cultivator, there is nothing special about him.
"I see..."
Song Zhiqiao sighed, then smiled at the old man and asked: "Senior, can I start painting this Mojiang?"
"Can."
The old man nodded, and the table and the Four Treasures of the Study appeared in front of Song Zhiqiao.
"Thank you, senior."
Song Zhiqiao thanked her sweetly and started painting.
She has been exposed to these four things, music, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. Now that she has Velvet Flower, she can concentrate more on feeling the meaning of Mojiang, and it doesn't take much effort.
When Song Zhiqiao started painting, the old man felt something in his heart and immediately turned his head to look in the direction of Tushan Yuzhi and Tushan Yuqing.
Wen Rongxin, Qin Jiyue, Liu Xiaoxian, and Xing Yuan were all protecting them. When they noticed that it was the old man who was looking at him, the four women lowered their guard slightly.
"What on earth has this family experienced..." The old man's face was filled with wonder.
Even these two fox girls felt Mo Jiang's intention. This family may have got some opportunities in Xianxu Continent.
Thinking of this, the old man understood.
Because his old friend Jiujianxian was like this.
After a while, Li Guanxuan drew a crane.
Because he has the foundation of a Talisman Master, he doesn't need to spend much time on the depiction. Moreover, he has also simulated it in the dark space. If there is something wrong, he can just correct it in it.
After seeing Li Guanxuan's paintings, the old man couldn't help but sigh: "You are born to be a painter."
Li Guanxuan said ashamedly: "It's just a trick."
The old man shook his head and said: "If you were a fool, that old man Wu Sheng would not teach you your true skills, and he would not value you since you were a child..."
Li Guanxuan did not intend to discuss this topic in depth and asked: "I have known my senior for so long, but I still don't know his name."
"The sage of painting, Su Daofu."
The girl who had been watching for more than half a year said something, and then added: "My name is Qiu Li, what about you? Let's get to know each other."
Hearing this, Song Zhiqiao, who was painting, turned to look at the girl and said softly: "Sister, you are a Golden Elixir Dzogchen monk, and you can follow the senior painting saint, so you should have many suitors, right?"
Qiu Li was stunned, not quite understanding the meaning of this sentence.
Painting sage, Su Daofu... Li Guanxuan didn't pay attention to Xiao Green Tea's words and recited the name silently in his heart.
The old drunkard didn't tell anyone or anything before he died. He didn't know whether the painting saint in front of him was reliable or not.
Suddenly, a golden light burst out from Li Guanxuan's spiritual pet bag.
The chubby little monkey stretched out, stroked a bunch of golden hair on his head, and asked with a smile:
"Li Guanxuan, I'm awake. Where should we go to eat... ah, Old Man Su?"
When Xiao Juzi saw Su Daofu in a white robe, he said happily: "Old man Su, let's go have a drink!"
"You stupid monkey..."
When Su Daofu saw Little Orange, he said with surprise: "I thought you were captured by those bald donkeys."
"Humph, no one can catch me, I run so fast!" Little Orange said with her hands on her hips and her face full of pride.
"It's good that I wasn't captured."
Su Daofu laughed heartily, his eyes full of joy.
Li Guanxuan asked: "Is he a good friend of the old drunkard?"
"Yes, a very good kind of friend!"
Little Orange nodded his big head and said: "There was another good friend. He had a great official position, but he also died later. Alas."
Realizing that Xiao Juzi was speaking freely, Li Guanxuan quickly apologized to Su Daofu: "I'm sorry, senior, I..."
Su Daofu waved his hand and said: "I understand what you mean, don't worry about it, this is something everyone in the imperial capital knows."
Having said this, Su Daofu glanced at Song Zhiqiao and said, "You don't need to feel any psychological pressure. The grudges between us immortals have nothing to do with you."
Song Zhiqiao smiled slightly and said, "I have joined the Li family and am a member of the Li family."
Su Daofu chuckled and didn't say anything.
When it comes to domineering, the Li family is indeed domineering.
But that's just overbearing on the surface.
The Song family is the real tough one, and they can come up with a reason even if there is no reason.
"Li Guanxuan...are you Li Guanyuan's brother?" Qiu Li looked at Li Guanxuan with some surprise.
Li Guanxuan smiled and nodded, and then asked: "My Taoist surname is Qiu, is it from the Daliang Immortal Dynasty?"
In Daheng, there are very few people with the surname Qiu.
At least in terms of big families, he rarely heard the surname Qiu.
And it is impossible for people who can follow the painting saint Su Daofu to have no background.
Therefore, the surname Qiu was only a common surname in the Daliang Immortal Dynasty, and was even a relative of the emperor.
In addition, there is a curse in the Daliang Immortal Dynasty, that is, the emperor will not live to be twenty years old, so the queen mother has always been in power.
It just so happens...
The Queen Mother of Liang was named Qiu Qiong.
Su Daofu said with a smile: "Not only does she come from the Daliang Immortal Dynasty, she is also the twin sister of the Empress Dowager of Daliang."
"twin……"
Song Zhiqiao murmured and quietly glanced at his good brother.
Li Guanxuan was rather shocked.
He originally thought that Qiu Li was just the beautiful daughter of the Qiu family of Daliang, but he didn't expect that the other party was actually related to the Queen Mother of Daliang, and the relationship was not shallow!
Then, Su Daofu added: "Now Qiu Li is still a student of Wuhui Academy. As for whether she is a member of the Little Emperor's party or the Queen Mother's party, even I don't know."
"Wuhui Academy still accepts people from the Daliang Immortal Dynasty?" Li Guanxuan asked curiously.
"As long as you have the heart to study, you can enter Wuhui Academy."
Su Daofu smiled and said: "It is precisely because Qiu Li entered Wuhui Academy to study that Daliang and Daheng have recently formed an alliance for mutual benefit."
"I see……"
Li Guanxuan suddenly realized that no wonder Daheng dared to conquer Dai Viet in the south. It turned out that he had formed an alliance with Daliang. Otherwise, Da Heng would never be able to use his hands to attack Dai Viet.
At the same time, Li Guanxuan secretly sighed that there were probably many things he didn't know about the overt and covert struggles between the immortal dynasties.
Daheng and Daliang were able to form an alliance not just because of Qiu Li.
Over in Yongning Immortal City, the imperial capital, there is still an undercurrent.
Li Guanxuan didn't think much more and continued to practice painting with concentration.
With Su Daofu, the painting sage beside him, giving guidance, Li Guanxuan's painting skills improved particularly astonishingly. Three months ago, he could only draw Mojiang's meaning, but now he can apply Mojiang's meaning to all kinds of paintings.
An ink-black crane flew out of the paper. Its body contained the surging power of the waves. It would be difficult for an ordinary third-level demon king to withstand the attack of this ink-black crane.
Li Guanxuan sighed: "If we could really draw a Mojiang River, the lethality would be so terrifying."
When a painter paints, he doesn't just draw it, but he must concentrate his magic power on the brush and ink and spread it out to form a complete picture.
If the magic power and spiritual consciousness cannot be condensed during the process and the painting cannot be completed, the painting will be an ordinary painting, not a lethal painting.
This is similar to drawing symbols.
When drawing symbols, you only need to pay attention to whether the texture is correct.
But painting requires the artist's will to be firm enough, his consciousness to be strong enough, and his magic power to be abundant...
Only in this way can a painter have the ability to complete a painting.
"It can flood an army of millions." Su Daofu answered.
Li Guanxuan smiled and said, "Senior seems to have tried it before?"
Su Daofu said with a smile: "In the battle in the South China Sea, the army of millions of monsters was flooded."
"Awesome." Li Guanxuan flattered him.
Su Daofu laughed, obviously feeling a little benefited, and said, "Just stay in Mozhou for a few years. Later, I will personally send you to Beijing. There shouldn't be any monsters that can embarrass you."
"Thank you, senior, for taking care of me." Li Guanxuan said gratefully.
Su Daofu waved his hand and said: "You're welcome, I'm going to rest first."
"I'm going too, I'm going too!"
Little Orange didn't like staying in this place either. When it saw Su Daofu leaving, it wanted to follow him.
"Okay, senior, walk slowly."
Li Guanxuan nodded slightly and glanced at Little Orange helplessly.
This stupid monkey, doesn’t he know where Su Daofu is going to rest?
Or……
Little Orange often goes to that kind of place?
Mozhou, the land of wind and moon, is extremely prosperous.
During this period of time, in his spare time, the old man read some exquisite story books. The pictures on them were enough to make people's blood boil and their veins bulge.
But for him, the Acacia Sword Immortal, it was just a sprinkling of water.
Li Guanxuan didn't think much about it. For him, it was important to slowly improve his painting skills and successfully draw Mo Jiang.
Qiu Li noticed that many eyes were on her, and knew that she would not be too stable with Li Guanxuan, so she also said goodbye and left.
"Guan Xuan, something is not right in Mozhou..."
At this time, Tushan Yuzhi came over and said with a serious expression.
(End of chapter)
