If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 35 Is this me? This is not me

"Old Saint, can you also enlighten the fairies?" Xiao Yu was surprised and happy.

Guan Huchen is just a "Western barbarian", how could he summon such a big man from the underworld? !
Could it be that in addition to "Tiger Soul Seven Killings", Hu Chen has more powerful Taoist or supernatural powers? Uh, no, if Hu Chen knew the soul-capturing spell, he wouldn't have to ask a ghost to "call" her soul.

He would not become panic-stricken and pull her to kneel down and kowtow to apologize just because she accidentally killed a little kid.

Hu Chen lacks ability, but he is able to find a painting master to give soul to his paintings. Is it because of connections or just luck?

Saint Zhang smiled faintly and said, “When I was thirty-five years old, I went to visit Mount Qixia because of its reputation.

We stayed overnight at Qinglong Temple at the foot of the mountain, where the abbot entertained us with a grand banquet.

When everyone was drunk, they suddenly heard someone outside the wall mocking that the Qinglong Temple was not worthy of its name, as it had the name "Qinglong" but had never seen any real dragon.

I was drunk at the time, and upon hearing that, I immediately left the table and shouted, "Zhang Yao is here, who dares to say that there is no real dragon in Qinglong Temple?"

Under the influence of alcohol, I picked up my brush and painted a flying green dragon on the courtyard wall.

That grandson should never, ever continue to provoke me and ridicule my dragon, saying it didn't even have eyes and was too fake.

I was also drunk and confused. I forgot the law of heaven that one should not paint the dragon's eyes, and immediately picked up the brush and painted the dragon's eyes."

Xiaoyu's eyes widened, "The dragon on the wall has a soul and flew away?"

She had heard of this story in her previous life, and it was just the finishing touch.

"Miss Yu is indeed smart! That's right, she touched the dragon's eye and immediately attracted heavenly punishment. The thunder broke the wall and also cut off my already uncertain and bumpy path to immortality. Alas!"

Although Zhang Huasheng was lamenting and regretting, there was an unshakable pride between his brows.

"Why is there a heavenly rule that one cannot paint a dragon without adding the finishing touch? You have the painting skills to enlighten the gods, the Emperor of Heaven should reward you!" Xiao Yu asked curiously.

"The immortal Li Changgeng once appeared in my dream and warned me that one should not add the finishing touches to a dragon's eyes.

He is a god from the upper realm, and his warnings are the laws of heaven. Other painters may not receive this treatment. "

After a pause, Zhang Huasheng sighed again: "I am a mortal, and Long is a god. Creating a god with the identity of a mortal will not only disrupt the order of heaven and earth, but also interfere with the authority of the great gods."

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard, making a "pa pa" sound, with a look of annoyance on his face, and said, "I didn't drink tonight, why am I confused again?

How can you talk about these secrets?

Alas, Miss Yu, you are a smart person. You should forget today’s conversation as soon as possible.

Well, let's get down to business. I will enlighten you with a spirit in the painting."

After saying this, the old man picked up the Wenxi pen on the table.

Before he picked up the paintbrush, in Xiaoyu's eyes, he was just an old man with a godly demeanor.

The moment he picked up the pen, it seemed as if an invisible scroll was spread out and the whole world fell into the scroll.

And he is the only controller and creator of the world in the painting.

Xiaoyu felt like she had fallen into a bubble where the flow of time had slowed down ten thousand times.

Her mind and body were frozen in a bubble of time. Her thoughts moved extremely slowly and her body was unable to move. She could faintly hear the slight rustling sound of the pen tip moving quickly across the paper.

At some point, her soul "whoosh" flew away from her body, rising infinitely high, and entered a colorful dream ocean, surrounded by extremely brilliant colors.

Those colors seemed like living things with life and souls, moving, whispering, and talking to her.

"All right!"

Xiao Yu was still listening to the whispers of the "Color Fairy" when she suddenly heard the voice of Zhang Huasheng. Then her soul fell rapidly like an elevator with a broken cable, falling into a dim
"Uh!" She blinked a few times and found herself still in the dim and quiet room.

At this time, Zhang Huasheng had put down his pen and was standing by the table, looking back and forth at the newly-released "Beauty Picture" with an admiring look on his face.

"Come and take a look to see if you are satisfied."

He did not shift his gaze, still staring at the picture of the beauty, and only raised his right hand and waved to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu's head was a little fuzzy. She seemed very tired but not sleepy at all. She felt very uncomfortable.

Hearing the call from the Painting Saint, she looked up while rubbing her forehead.

The moment he saw the person in the painting, Xiaoyu felt as if his own "hands and feet" had fallen into the painting, and he wanted to take it back and reconnect it to his body.

It is a very classical painting style, but more detailed than sketches. The characters are vivid and lifelike, and the scenes are exquisite and beautiful, as if a real person is living in the world of the painting.

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful! The clouds look like clothes and the flowers look like faces, the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is gorgeous. If we hadn't met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace. Today I really believe it."

Xiaoyu's face and eyes were filled with amazement and admiration, and he subconsciously uttered verses that were beating wildly in his chest.

"The clouds look like clothes, the flowers look like beauty. The spring breeze blows across the threshold, and the dew on the flowers makes them gorgeous." The faint smile on Zhang Huasheng's face froze.

He seemed to be crazy, with a dazed look on his face, chewing the food over and over in his mouth.

"Beautiful, so beautiful. I have been painting beauties all my life. When I think about it carefully, I find that they are all overshadowed by just a few lines of poetry."

Xiao Yu woke up with a start, and looking at the crystal in the corners of the old man's eyes, his mind raced, and he praised repeatedly: "What a good poem, what a good poem, you are worthy of being an old saint! Even if Xiao Yu can't read and doesn't understand poetry, he can still hear its beauty."

"My poem?" Saint Zhang quickly cleared the obsession and confusion on his face, stared at Xiao Yu with clear eyes, and sneered, "You are now helpless and in an awkward situation. You want to hide your incompetence, I understand.

I also understand that once this poem becomes known, it will make paper expensive in Xianyang, and the person who wrote the poem is destined to be remembered forever.

But you don’t understand, even if writing this poem can earn the Emperor of Heaven a place to ascend, I will not go against my conscience and accept this bad debt.”

Xiaoyu lowered her head in embarrassment and shame.

"Old Saint, Xiaoyu is guilty. Xiaoyu stole other people's poems and other people's names.

Xiaoyu also admires the way of a sincere gentleman, but no one believes Xiaoyu's truth! "

She really didn't want to steal poems to show off. At least now was not the right time to steal poems to show off.

What I said just now was purely out of emotion and feeling, and is essentially no different from the "fuck" that ordinary people blurt out when they are amazed.

The painting is just a beautiful swordsman with elegant demeanor and jade-like figure. Her green sleeves cover her white wrists, her Xiang skirt is tied around her willow waist, her red lips are slightly parted to reveal a few spots of broken jade, her peach cheeks are creamy and slightly translucent, her almond eyes are soft and charming, her white hair is flying and the sword is cold, her figure is gorgeous and vigorous. She has the quietness of noble elegance, and the heroic spirit of a stunning dragon.
Even a rough man would not be able to shout "fuck" when facing this painting.

Although Xiaoyu appears to be a barbarian, he is a civilized person who graduated from a higher education institution at heart, and he has accumulated a few drops of ink in his belly that has not yet dried.

The beauty in the painting just happened to poke the drop of ink in her belly, and the ink spurted out and became this poem.

"Alas, I can understand. It's hard for you." Saint Zhang sighed.

Xiaoyu suddenly looked up and saw the pity on the old man's face and his recognition that "you and I are from the same country". She was stunned.

"You really understand?"

Saint Zhang got angry again, his face turned stern, and he snorted, "You look down on me, and think you are the only one in the world who is born with knowledge and wisdom?

I was not bragging before.

After three days of learning, he went from nothing to something, surpassing his teacher even more. This made the teacher's faith in painting waver and he put down his brush and stopped painting.

Although your poems are wonderful, they are more inspired by sudden and vigorous emotions. The skills... Yes, there are definitely skills, but poetry is a minor art, far less complicated and difficult than painting."

——Is this the comprehension ability of a genius? Awesome, really amazing, it is really hard for mortals like us to reach!
Xiaoyu's face twisted into a ball.

However, Saint Zhang ignored her and picked up his brush again, writing four lines of poetry in cursive on the blank space of the scroll, along with the name of the author of the poem and the painting, and the time.

What’s strange is that the author’s name of the painting can be seen, but the author’s name of the poem disappears quickly after it is written.

"My dear friend, we will meet again if we are lucky!" He threw down his pen, bowed to Xiaoyu, and his figure gradually faded away.

Xiao Yu came back to his senses and shouted, "Old Saint, don't leave, the person up there is not me!"

"Yu'er, is Saint Zhang gone?"

Hu Chen's voice came from outside, followed by the sound of the door opening.

"Painter Saint, you are worthy of being called the Painter Saint of Shangbang! Very good, very good. Although it is a picture of sword dancing, and not the picture of leaning against the railing and gazing into the distance with sorrow as I thought, the sword is just an embellishment, emphasizing more the gorgeousness and elegance of the characters, and completely capturing the essence of my Yu'er."

Completely different from Xiaoyu's reaction.

Hu Chen held the "Beauty Picture" carefully, his face full of joy and pride.

"Godfather, this painting doesn't look like me. It doesn't look like me at all." Xiaoyu said.

"It's you, it's you, the you who has grown up and become a noble lady." Hu Chen said in an affirmative tone.

"She is as beautiful as a flower, as pure as jade, as graceful as the universe, and as extraordinary as the immortals. What a beautiful lady!"

Song Dashen's ghost head poked out from behind Hu Chen, shaking his head and commenting, and also asked in confusion: "The painting is good, but is she really her? Just comparing her appearance, it doesn't seem like her!"

Xiao Yu nodded repeatedly and agreed: "I said it, this is not me at all, it's painted too beautifully, it's seriously distorted."

Song Dashen looked up and glanced at her, then sighed, "But she is really you, your future self. This is the Shadow God Picture of the Painting Saint, it can't be fake.

I can only say that you are too sloppy now and you need to be well educated for a few years.

You must know that such a beautiful woman, who is so stunningly beautiful that she can topple a city or a country, can live in a golden house in the sky if she is rich, or in a desolate grave on the side of the road if she is poor.

Be careful, be cautious, be diligent! "

The old ghost even gave two words of advice in a very literary manner.

"There's really a big difference between them, and it's not just the age difference." Xiaoyu looked conflicted.

Even without considering the spiritual connection, just looking at the appearance of the beauty in the painting, one can indeed find a familiar feeling between her brows.

But Xiaoyu herself feels that there is a strong sense of disconnection between herself in the painting and herself at this moment.

Deep down in her heart, she was even very resistant to letting the beauty in the painting become her real future.

For example, when she first saw the painting of "Beauty Dancing with Sword", what came out of her mouth was "The clouds look like her clothes, and the flowers look like her face", rather than "Her sword dance moves all directions", because the sword in the picture was purely an embellishment.

The "beauty" is really "dancing" with a sword, rather than being a swordsman.

Xiaoyu's belief is completely opposite to that of "Jiaren".

She will only pursue power unswervingly and believe that power is the foundation of all beauty and freedom.

She would never treat the "sword" as an embellishment.

On the contrary, the "beauty's" peerless appearance and temperament are the little pleasures and embellishments in her life.

If Saint Zhang simply turned on the beautification filter and made her look beautiful, she might look shy and modest on her face, but she would be clapping and laughing in her heart: That's great, if I can be this beautiful in the future, it will not be a loss to be reborn in this barbaric body!

"Will there be any problems if I ask the immortal to pass on the true Dharma?"

Any literary work is inevitably mixed with the author's personal thoughts and will.

Danqing's paintings have an especially strong personal style.

"Xiao Yu suspects that this picture contains Saint Zhang's encouragement and expectations for Xiao Yu." Xiao Yu guessed.

She recalled the special effects of the "True Method of Inviting Immortals to Transmit the True Truth" in the Middle Ages: it could calm the soul and nourish the mind.

The spirit enlightened by the immortal influences the original owner.

As they spend time together, the original owner will absorb the spirit in the painting and strengthen his or her own spirit and soul.

The immortals definitely have no ill intentions, we are just afraid that they have good intentions.

Like many parents, they act on their own initiative under the pretext of "doing what's good for their children."

The intention is good, but Xiaoyu resists the effect at the moment. However, a true lady in this world must think that the effect of the Shadow God Map is more miraculous than a powerful soul. Not only does she not resist it, but she is also extremely happy.

"Not only Saint Zhang, but as a father, I also hope that Yuer can have such a beautiful, handsome, graceful and elegant day." Hu Chen said with burning eyes.

Now when he looked at Xiaoyu, it was as if he saw the Human Emperor holding "Great Future" in his left hand and raising his right hand high to wave at him.

(End of this chapter)