Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 170 Brother Zhang, you can’t meet this person again, right?
The clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.

The shadow of a black tiger with wings growing from its armpits.

The appearance of the military spirit slowly emerged on the paper scroll under Zhang Yuan's pen.

A faint golden light lingered outside Zhang Yuan's body, and the Mingwang Seal behind him collided with the shadow of the war elephant.

The power of Gangsha is used to refine the inside, and every inch of the spine becomes white as jade.

When the mind is in harmony with the great principles, the pen will produce a mighty army.

The process of drawing the black tiger martial spirit war beast is the process of pondering the power of the military formation over and over again and feeling the power of the master.

Halfway through the painting, Zhang Yuan held a jade Buddha bodhi seed tightly in his hand.

The traces of spiritual power in the Bodhi seeds dispersed, causing the shadow of the tiger in his painting to be covered with a trace of spiritual power.

Differentiate thousands of spirits and refine their power.

It turns out that the Confucian and Taoist practice methods also include such methods.

This process of spreading the spirit throughout the brush, ink, and paper, observing and contemplating the tiger in the mind, and then presenting a painting of the tiger is the method of tempering the mind.

Zhang Yuan could feel that this kind of tempering was even more advanced than the Buddhist methods of cultivating the soul.

The spiritual power in his mind was surging rapidly like a surging river.

No wonder the legendary Confucian and Taoist masters can make laws with just their words and move heaven and earth with just one word.

If one's true spiritual power is cultivated to an extremely high level and can use the power of the soul to guide the great way of heaven and earth, one can truly possess unimaginable powerful means.

Zhang Yuan painted a picture until midnight. When he put down his brush, all his muscles and bones felt sore.

However, sensing the power of the soul and the jade color on the spine, his face showed even more joy.

This training speed is equivalent to ten days of normal training.

His eyes fell on the scroll in front of him, and a gleam of light flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes.

The shadow of a war tiger with its wings spread shows the ferocity and bravery of the Qiongqi beast.

Just the look in his eyes that was ready to devour anyone was enough to fill anyone who looked at him with fear.

It not only tempers the soul and bones, but also allows one to comprehend the martial spirit of battle formations and hone painting skills. It truly achieves three goals in one go.

Looking at the scroll in front of him, Zhang Yuan smiled.

He is also a very proud man.

Ji Yuntang said that he wanted to communicate and discuss with him, so he had to use his best skills.

He doesn't want to be looked down upon.

I think this picture will bring a surprise to Ji Yuntang.

……

Early in the morning, after washing up, Zhang Yuan went to the courtyard to practice boxing, changed his clothes, and had breakfast in the front yard with Hong Yang and Hu Tang.

Old Man Wang and Mrs. Jiang were both hired by the kind-hearted Mr. Yao, so Mrs. Jiang's craftsmanship is naturally not bad.

The three of them ate a lot of steamed buns and porridge, which were just a few light side dishes in the morning.

"Brother Zhang, it's better to avoid making friends with businessmen." Hu Tang said in a low voice after breakfast.

Living in such a nice house and being served delicious food, he and Hong Yang felt a little nervous.

How did the merchant plot against Zhang Yuan to deserve such treatment?

Zhang Yuan probably guessed that the two of them were worried, but it was hard to say that the Red Fox Trading Company and the house were theirs.

If he said this, Hu Tang and Hong Yang would feel embarrassed to stay here anymore.

Anyway, for him, it would be more lively for the two of them to live here, and it wouldn't cost anything.

There were classes only in the morning today, so Zhang Yuan asked Old Man Wang to go to the framing shop to retrieve the framed Spring Mountain Painting, and then went out with the Tiger Painting he painted last night.

When they got outside, a carriage was parked not far away, and Ying Chong, wearing a green brocade robe, was standing in front of the door.

"Sir, my name is Zhao Chong, Zhao Yu's second brother."

Ying Chong spoke directly.

Hu Tang and Hong Yang looked at each other.

Judging from the demeanor of the person in front of me, I can tell that he is not an ordinary person.

Didn’t Zhang Yuan say that he had no acquaintances in the county town? Why were these people involved?
"Mr. Zhao, what are you doing..."

Zhang Yuan was a little curious about what Zhao Yu's second brother meant by blocking his door.

Ying Chong waved his hand, and the attendant behind him handed him a long sword with a sheath.

"Young Master is an old friend of Zhao Yu. She didn't even bring a gift when she came to see you."

"Last night she said you were in need of a long sword. Although this dragon tooth sword isn't a rare item, it's certainly extremely valuable. I've come here specially to give it to you, Master Yu."

Ying Chong held the knife in both hands and put it in front of Zhang Yuan.

Just for this?

Zhang Yuan reached out to catch the long sword with some doubt.

The scabbard is long and narrow, not as thick as a goose feather.

The sword weighed just over five pounds and was three feet four inches long. The handle was bronze, and the scabbard was covered in layers of dark, scale-like patterns. Just by holding the scabbard, Zhang Yuan could feel a chill surging from the blade.

Forged from hardened iron.

This knife is probably worth a hundred gold!
Did Zhao Yu's second brother give such a good sword to her because of Princess Fenglan or because of his own status?
Or, both?
Should I accept it?

While pondering, Ying Chongde's eyes fell on the scroll held in Zhang Yuan's left hand.

"Sir, this painting is your own. Can I take a look at it?"

Want to see a painting?
This is actually a bit impolite.

But since the other party had just given him the knife, it was difficult for Zhang Yuan to refuse.

He raised his hand and handed over the scroll.

Ying Chong held the scroll, took a deep breath, and slowly unfolded it.

The shadow of a black tiger slowly emerged as the scroll unfolded.

The majestic posture of looking down on the world, the mighty power with wings on its back.

There is murderous intent in his eyes, and his minions are evil.

As the scroll unfolds, one can almost hear the whistling wind.

When the picture was fully unfolded, Ying Chong seemed to be facing an ancient ferocious beast.

His face turned pale for a moment, then flushed red.

His arms trembled slightly, and the innate energy in his body was stimulated and vibrated uncontrollably.

The shadow of the beast in the scroll was so powerful that it actually triggered his true energy and blood!

What a method this is!

"Good, good, what a great picture of a tiger..."

Such a scene, such a momentum, could only be painted by a peerless scholar.

There is no signature on the scroll, not even an inscription.

His eyes fell on Zhang Yuan. Seeing that Zhang Yuan was wearing the robes of a martial arts student and had a student token around his waist, Ying Chong was stunned for a moment.

Could such a person be a martial arts student?
Glancing at Hu Tang and Hong Yang not far away, Ying Chong understood.

The Northwest Army has been in trouble recently due to disarmament issues. I'm afraid the person in front of us must be an extremely important person, so the Northwest Army quietly sent people to protect him.

The person in front of me might have another identity.

“What a beautiful painting…”

Slowly rolling up the scroll, Ying Chong reluctantly handed the painting back.

This painting is really good.

"Mr. Zhao, you gave me a long sword, and I have nothing to offer in return. This painting will serve as a return gift."

Zhang Yuan took the scroll and said, "However, I want to take this painting to see a senior today to discuss and exchange ideas with him."

"I'll bring the painting back and give it to Master Zhao."

When Ying Chong heard Zhang Yuan say that the scroll was a gift for him, his face was filled with joy.

When Ying Chong heard Zhang Yuan say that he would communicate with his seniors before giving the painting to them, he nodded repeatedly.

After Zhang Yuan, Hu Tang and others left, Ying Chong rubbed his hands and turned around in circles.

"This kind of painting skills, exchange and discussion..."

"I know who it is."

"If this person can come forward, the current predicament of my Zhaowang Mansion will be nothing."

Excitement flashed across his face, and he beckoned his attendant to come forward. "Take my identity token and enter the martial arts academy. Stake out the small courtyard in the northwest corner. If you see him go there, come back and report to me."

……

Martial arts.

School.

The number of people coming to listen to the lecture today is no less than the number of people who listened to Mr. Zuo Qiuming's lecture yesterday.

"Mr. Zhao Kuo will be teaching today's class."

"Mr. Zhao Kuo's military strategy, I dare say no one in Zhengyang County can surpass him."

"Of course, they fought their way all the way from Liangyuan Territory to Qin Territory."

There was chaos and noisy discussions all around.

Many people looked towards the gate with anticipation.

Many people showed reverence on their faces.

Hu Tang turned his head and stared at Zhang Yuan.

Hong Yang on the side also turned his head and looked at Zhang Yuan.

"Brother Zhang, you can't meet this person again, right?"

(End of this chapter)