The inspiration came from heaven, and Aunt Wen entered the Tao through painting!
On this small boat, a poor woman covered in weather, who seemed to have been worn down by life, used a piece of linen, a charcoal pen, and a pair of calloused hands to draw... A unique painting in the world.
Because it is more than emotion, it is more than Tao.
Little bits of spiritual light swayed in the sunshine, seeming to turn all the rising sun into a clear brilliance.
The light fell on Aunt Wen's eyebrows, heart, belly, and Dantian... and a small part fell on her hands and the canvas she was writing on.
The beauty on the canvas becomes more and more agile, and a strange halo flows through it.
There seemed to be a storm, and waves were gathering invisibly.
At the same time, Song Ciwan, who was standing nearby, received a series of non-stop feedback.
[Human desire, mortal joy, sudden enlightenment, and understanding can be sold for seven pounds or seven taels. 】
[The release of human desires, mortal joy and joy, eight pounds and two taels, can be sold. 】
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These were Aunt Wen's emotions before she entered Taoism.
After delaying until this point, he was finally released happily and was collected into the scale by the scales of heaven and earth.
[I suddenly realized that the clear mind and nature of a painter in the Yangqi Realm can be sold for three pounds and six taels. 】
This epiphany is the emotional energy Aunt Wen had after entering Taoism——
Perhaps, this should not be called an emotional air mass.
"Sudden enlightenment" should be a more wonderful, purer, and more elusive Qi. Compared with the commonly seen human desires, sudden enlightenment is too rare.
Song Ciwan had collected so many kinds of Qi through the scales of heaven and earth, but this was the first time she had obtained the Qi of "sudden enlightenment".
In the past, when she witnessed Wang Yi entering Taoism, she never achieved "sudden enlightenment". Later, she guided Yan Hanzhang to Taoism through the guidance of the mysterious space, and as a god from afar, she also never achieved "sudden enlightenment".
Although both Wang Yi and Yan Hanzhang were poor scholars, they were actually serious educated people and were traditional scholars. However, it was difficult to enter the Taoism and it was difficult for them to develop their talents.
Compared with them, the Aunt Wen in front of them seemed to have developed talents through spiritual light from heaven, but Aunt Wen learned the Tao through painting.
She had never read a book before, or to be precise, she didn't even know a few big characters!
A middle-aged woman who has never read a book, relying only on her talent, spirituality, extreme love for painting, and decades of persistence in painting, has managed to achieve many things that many scholars cannot do.
"Epiphany" is what she deserves!
The spiritual light descended from heaven and has not ceased.
In the sky, the bright morning sun shines brightly. Behind the bright sunlight, in the distant starry sky on the other side of the clouds, there are countless stars surging, like mountains roaring and tsunami, like huge waves rising one after another.
A steady stream of spiritual light poured into Aunt Wen on the boat, which caused her spiritual platform in the sea of consciousness to quickly take shape. On the spiritual platform, talents shine.
From the initial one inch, to three inches, to one foot, to three feet, and then to ten feet!
The talent is even still growing. For decades, there is only this kind of love and persistence. Now that it has been accumulated for a long time, how can it be easily cut off?
Aunt Wen couldn't stop writing.
The linen cloth that Song Ciwan spread out for her was extremely long. She drew the image of Song Ciwan at this moment on the linen cloth, including a big white goose, and then her daughter Xiaoni.
Xiaoni wore her hair in two small buns, leaning on the awning of half of the boat. She opened her innocent and longing eyes, facing the water waves and looking into the distance.
No one knows what she is looking at when she looks so far away, and what is she longing for?
The picture is blank, and only the image of this character appears vividly on the canvas, full of infinite possibilities.
The real Xiaoni was also standing by the awning of the boat, but she was covering her mouth, eyes wide open, standing on tiptoe, and stretching her neck to watch her mother painting.
She didn't understand what talent came from heaven, nor did she understand why her mother seemed to be glowing at this moment -
Xiaoni even thought that this glow was an illusion, caused by her being too excited at the moment.
But she also felt that the glowing A-niang was so beautiful, so Xiaoni, who was witnessing this scene at close range at this moment, couldn't help but feel hotness surging in her chest.
She couldn't tell why she was excited. Maybe it was because Aniang's painting had just been sold for a huge sum of one hundred and eighty taels of silver?
No, Xiaoni knew very well that it was not like this, or in other words, it was definitely not just like this!
As for what it is like? She couldn't speak or understand, she could only open her eyes wide and burst into tears.
[Human desire, the joy, confusion, and sadness of mortals can be sold for five pounds or one tael. 】
Strange, she is still sad?
What's the reason for this?
Xiaoni stood on tiptoe, covering her mouth, looking at the canvas in her hands, the pen in her hand, and herself in the pen. She was filled with excitement for a while, and tears rolled down her face.
Aunt Wen finished painting Xiaoni and continued painting.
Talent continues to grow and shows no signs of fading.
This time, Aunt Wen painted a little girl.
The little girl is short and small. She even looks a few years younger than Xiao Ni. She seems to be only three or four years old.
She was squatting next to a stove, holding a fan in one hand and fanning absentmindedly at the flames under the stove. In the other hand, she was holding a half-charred branch and drawing graffiti on the edge of the stove!
She was lighting the fire absent-mindedly, but her painting expression was extremely serious.
Song Ciwan was so serious that he could tell at a glance that the little girl in the painting looked strange, but in fact, she was clearly Aunt Wen herself.
It's her as a child!
[I suddenly realized that the clear mind and nature of the Zhengqijing painter can be sold for four pounds or one tael. 】
With a talent exceeding ten feet and continuing to rise, Aunt Wen has gone from the initial state of nourishing energy to the state of great energy, and now has entered the state of righteousness.
Jump three levels in a row!
King Bi's spiritual light descended from the sky and only achieved one Qi-nourishing realm. Yan Hanzhang's spiritual light descended from the sky and entered the Haoqi realm for the first time. At this time, Aunt Wenzi entered the righteousness realm for the first time!
No, maybe it's not just the righteous state, because her talent is still rising.
Ten feet, eleven feet, twelve feet, thirteen feet...
Aunt Wenzi painted again and again, from her childhood self, to her teenage self, to her middle-aged self, and then to her current self.
She painted so many "Aunts". The Aunts in the paintings were either lighting a fire, collecting firewood, going to the fields, or doing laundry...
She swept the floor, she cooked, she took care of the children, she was pointed at and scolded, she hid in a corner and cried, she got up in the middle of the night to wash diapers in biting cold water, she fed her children hungry, she Tossing and turning, bracing for the day...
Her family is poor and has no money. She is covered in patches, and her children are also covered in patches.
When I picked up the rice bowl, the rice grains in the bowl were clearly countable, and the porridge was so thin that it looked like water.
She went from being scolded to scolding others.
She learned to put up spikes and arm herself.
She went from fresh and bright to old and haggard, with a weathered face.
But no matter what she looks like, even if she has shackles on her feet and shackles on her neck, she will always stretch out a hand, and that hand holds the paintbrush. From the beginning, she will never put it down!
The long scroll seems to be telling the story of half her life.
Ordinary, vicissitudes of life, yet extraordinary, even full of romance and magnificence!
The end of the painting is connected to the first part. The weather-beaten woman rocking the boat, when she was approaching middle age, was rocking the boat with one hand and holding a pen with the other, looking at Song Ciwan who was riding the waves from a distance.
The girl was like a fairy from Lingbo, with white geese flying beside her.
With a smile on her face, she stretched out her hand lightly.
This brings about the beginning of chaos, the separation of Hongmeng, the appearance of the sun, moon and stars, countless auras, and the infinite future!
A little inspiration comes into your mind, and your talent is thirty-six feet.
Aunt Wen put away her pen, stroked the painting with one hand, and looked at Song Ciwan with tears in her eyes.
[I suddenly realized that the clear mind and nature of the Zhengqijing painter can be sold for five pounds and seven taels. 】
More than five kilograms of energy!
It's just that his talent is thirty-six feet, but he still failed to break through the righteousness realm and enter the next realm.
Thirty-six feet is three feet and six feet.
And if you want to break through the righteousness realm and enter the awe-inspiring realm, you need to be at least ten feet tall.
That is too difficult, and it is impossible for most scholars in the world to enter this realm.
Song Ciwan looked back at Aunt Wen and did not feel sorry for her. Thirty-six feet today is just the beginning, and her future has endless possibilities.
The two sides looked at each other, saying a thousand words, but it seemed that everything was left unsaid.
The scales of heaven and earth appeared again, receiving two balls of energy in succession: [Human desire, the gratitude, joy, joy of the painter of the righteousness realm, five pounds and six taels, can be sold. 】
[Everything has animism, and you can believe in it. The sincere belief of the Zhengqijing painter can be sold for three pounds or six taels. 】
The second ball of energy turned out to be Aunt Wen’s belief in the power of wish!
The belief of a righteous painter!
Song Ciwan didn't expect that Aunt Wen would not only be grateful, but also suddenly believe in him. This was really unexpected.
Aunt Wen was stroking the painting with the pen still in her hand. She was extremely happy and asked seriously: "Fairy, Xiaomin just felt that he suddenly gained a wonderful power. Did you come down to earth specifically to enlighten Xiaomin?"
Song Ciwan:...
Her mind paused for a moment before she came around.
Aunt Wen, this is... where did you hear a story about an immortal descending to earth to teach mortals to become immortals, so why did you suddenly ask this question?
Based on Aunt Wen's sudden power of faith, it is conceivable that this is probably the truth.
A painter who entered Taoism through painting and was in a righteous state was actually quite naive and followed the story in the story. Song Ciwan didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
She was silent for a moment, thinking about how to answer.
After all, Aunt Wen came from a poor family. Even if she became a painter, she was unique in painting and could be called a master. However, in other aspects, she still lacked what she should have.
——At this moment, the brilliant light of several flying magic weapons suddenly rose from the direction of Huijiang City.
Some people were riding clouds, some were riding the wind, and some were riding boats. Suddenly, they came from across the sky and shouted from afar: "Who was it just now that attracted the spiritual light from heaven? He immediately entered Taoism?"
How similar is this scene to the scene that happened after Yan Hanzhang successfully entered Taoism?
Who can hide such a big movement like the light from heaven?
However, on Aunt Wen's side, because Song Ciwan had previously used the wind control technique to block it, the movement of the spiritual light coming from the sky was delayed to a certain extent.
As a result, the masters in Huijiang City were a little slow to react. It was not until Aunt Wen's side had finished all the auras that they rose into the air and chased after her.
It was late and then fast, the masters in the sky were shouting in the distance and answering each other.
The leader pointed in the direction of Aunt Wen's boat and said, "The aura just landed. It's in that direction. Let's go there!"
Aunt Wenzi stared blankly at everything in the distant sky.
She subconsciously clenched the canvas in her hand, and the huge canvas floating in the cabin suddenly emitted a strange and invisible wave.
The canvas shrank instantly and fell into Aunt Wen's palm.
Finally, it turned into an invisible energy and penetrated from her palm.
It turns out that this painting inherited a spiritual energy from heaven, and it actually mutated. At this moment, it slipped into Aunt Wen's palm, just like the scholar's natal fantasy painting. This painting became Aunt Wen's natal spiritual painting.
Not only did she possess a spiritual painting with her real name, but at the same time, the branch she held in her other hand suddenly turned into little stars, burrowed into her palm, and disappeared without a trace in a moment.
This charred branch became Aunt Wen’s natal pen!
Immediately afterwards, several people flew in from the sky.
Everyone stopped the flying magic weapon and looked at the water below.
I saw boats of all kinds, large and small, traveling on this criss-crossing waterway.
Aunt Wen's boat was not conspicuous among them. The movement on her boat was very loud just now, but because of Song Ciwan's habitual cover-up, the people on the boat around did not actually notice the various strange changes on the boat.
Of course, Song Ciwan could cover up the movement on the ship, but he could not cover up the movement in the sky, so all the masters in the city came from the air at this time.
The leader is none other than the Magistrate of Huijiang County!
The county magistrate had some intuition. Among the many boats, he immediately chose Aunt Wen's boat.
During the flight, the county magistrate clasped his fists in the distance and said, "Madam, I am the magistrate of Huijiang County. May I ask where the spiritual light has just fallen from the sky? Have you seen the person to whom this spiritual light is pointing? Where is he?"
Aunt Wen on the boat wiped her hands on the hem of her clothes again and again, and replied in a panic and a bit of innocence: "Ah, ah, sir, the peasant woman didn't see anything, she doesn't know anything..."
The magistrate frowned.
The county magistrate beside him said: "Forget it, county magistrate, what can this country fool ask? Even if she saw it, she might not be able to understand it. We might as well go over there and ask." The boat over there is the Shishui Gang's boat."
The county magistrate persuaded him, and the county magistrate agreed.
Immediately everyone crossed Aunt Wen's boat and continued flying forward.
About a hundred feet away over there, there was indeed a large ship parked.
When these people flew away, Aunt Wen immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then she hurriedly touched herself.
What she touched was the eighteen pieces of silver that she had put into her pocket earlier.
After touching the silver, Aunt Wen hurriedly handed it to Song Ciwan. While sending it to her, she said: "Fairy, these little people don't dare to accept the money. You should..."
She wanted Song Ciwan to take the money back, but when she looked up, she saw nothing in front of her.
Apart from Xiaoni and herself, where was Song Ciwan anywhere on the ship?
If it weren't for the real money in her hands, Aunt Wen would have suspected that her so-called "meeting an immortal" just now was just a fantasy.
Song Ciwan disappeared without knowing it!
(End of chapter)
