Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 107: Perfect
Once Zhao Yifu put on the 'Haoran robe', he couldn't take it off, and he started stuffing things into his sleeves.

The first things to be put in were his large Yangming fine bronze sword and the heavy black iron sword that was taken as a trophy.

The heavy black iron sword was the trophy he got after defeating Yong Dalang. He just happened to be in need of a good sword, so he carried it with him as his daily weapon.

Wu Zhong was also helping him pack. He found it amazing to see his young master stuffing rice bags, condiments, dried meat, dried fish and other things into his sleeves.

What's even more amazing is that even if firewood, rice, oil, salt, heavy swords and large knives are stuffed into the left sleeve, the weight of the sleeve does not increase at all!
Zhao Yi Fu played with it for a while, then stuffed bedding, clothes and other things into another sleeve...well, he also stuffed a cat bed in there.

Wu Zhong blinked, not quite understanding what the point of bringing a cat bed was.
However, the next moment, Zhao Yifu grabbed Yiyi and stuffed her in!
Wu Zhong then realized that this was what the sleeve was used for.

Yiyi's head soon emerged from the cuff of the sleeve that was stuffed with many things, and fell into Zhao Yifu's palm, where she let out a soft cry.

Zhao Yifu rubbed the cat's head and felt extremely happy.

Everything was packed up, and Zhao Yian had been sent up the mountain. He was ready to set off the next day.

Before setting off to take up his post, he decided to say goodbye to several friends in the city.

First is Fan Jin.

Zhao Yifu arrived at Fan Jin's house and was warmly welcomed this time.

That fat woman is indeed snobbish. Zhao Yifu is now a "juren master" and his status is completely different.

Of course, Fan Jin’s status was different at this time. His status as a scholar was enough to ensure that his family would not have to worry about food and clothing.

"Brother Zichang, I am about to take up my new post, and I have come to take my leave. I wish you success in the imperial examinations and a long and prosperous literary career."

Fan Jin's eyes moistened slightly as he looked at Zhao Yifu and said, "My dear brother, you have been gone for at least three years. I wonder if we will ever meet again in the future."

These days, a separation could very well mean a farewell forever, especially since Lao Fan is already quite old.

Zhao Yifu smiled and shook his head, saying, "We will meet again someday. Brother Zichang, please stop. I will leave now."

After saying goodbye to Fan Jin, he came to the street behind the City God Temple, and as expected, he met Song Jie.

"Brother Zitai, you've already achieved the title of scholar, why are you still selling calligraphy here?"

Zhao Yifu greeted Song Jie with amusement.

Song Jie then gave his own reasoning: "Jun Xin, I am not like you and Brother Zichang who can pass the imperial examination based on their knowledge. It is not easy for me to pass the examination this time."

"Why not raise the price now? Even if I lose my fame in three years, I can still make a living."

Zhao Yi Fu was speechless after hearing this. This was a man who knew himself well and worked hard to live a good life.

But before he could say anything, Song Jie said, "By the way, do you remember the mother and son who asked you to write a letter last time?"

Zhao Yifu's mind went blank for a moment, then he tried hard to recall...

Song Jie reminded him, "You didn't ask them for money, you just left their addresses and said you would use them to collect debts in the future."

Zhao Yifu slapped his forehead and said, "Yes, I remember now. What happened to them?"

Song Jie said, "Recently, that woman has been wandering around this street from time to time. I asked her if she was looking for you, but she didn't respond. However, I think she must be looking for you."

Zhao Yifu didn't understand what he heard and didn't know why.

Just as he chatted with Song Jie for a few words and was about to say goodbye, he didn't expect that the woman mentioned earlier appeared at this time.

She saw Zhao Yifu, her expression slightly excited, and she quickly stepped forward and handed him a crumpled piece of paper.

Zhao Yifu initially thought she wanted to pay back the money.

But when she handed over the paper, she found that it was the book he had drawn earlier.

"This is……"

The woman said, "No one is willing to send this letter to me, so can I return it to you without charging you any money?"

Zhao Yifu accepted the letter and said gently, "Okay, we're even now."

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then she was obviously relieved. Suddenly, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him three times.

Zhao Yifu did not stop her, nor did he wait for her to finish bowing. He just turned around and returned home.

The paper trembled slightly in his hand.

It was not how his heart was touched, but that his fingers were startled by the aura gathered on the paper.

Unlike when the letter was first handed to the woman, this time the letter was filled with an indescribable power.

It is a mixture of hope and disappointment, and a convergence of endless expectations and determination.

He actually had some questions he wanted to ask the woman, but after taking the letter, he felt there was no need to ask more.

When Zhao Yifu returned home, the old servant was still busy. It was obvious that there was still a lot to prepare for this long journey.

Zhao Yifu stood in front of the hall where the summoning picture was enshrined. He unfolded the wrinkled and yellowed piece of letter paper and silently looked at it for a while. Suddenly, he asked, "I am very worried. I would like to ask the ancestors and the emperor if there is any way to send this letter to its destination."

However, his question was in vain. In the picture, Emperor Wenheng was holding a scroll in his hand and remained silent, while the ancestor Emperor Fuyou was playing chess on the stone table, thinking over the chess pieces, and completely ignored his opinion.

Zhao Yifu was not disappointed about this. It was reasonable for the big guys to ignore it. After all, why would they bother them with such trivial matters in the world?
Then Zhao Yi Fu pondered for a while, and suddenly pinched a ball of ink, with one hand forming the seal of "sound seal", and then whispered his thoughts to the ball of ink.

When he finished speaking, the 'sound seal' was also completed, and then the ink ball turned into an ink crane and flew into the sky, heading towards the Ink Mountain.

Ever since he learned the sealing technique, Zhao Yifu has been able to try more and more methods.

A moment later, the response came.

A similar black crane flew over, bringing Liang Zhongzhi's low and gentle voice: "The power of will is the most magical force in this world. It is the key to creating all miracles."

"True Qi is the fundamental force that can drive all magical things. It is the greatest magical power that cultivators of my generation can use to change this world."

It was just two sentences, but they were a reminder to Zhao Yifu.

In other words, it all seems to be very simple.

As long as he has the will to create miracles and the true energy to drive all magical things, he can do what he wants?

Zhao Yifu seemed to understand something.

He took out a piece of spiritual paper from his sleeve, and then stacked the ordinary white letter paper on top of it.

He then began to infuse his true Qi into the spiritual paper. While doing so, he also carefully folded the two overlapping pieces of paper into a paper crane...

The true energy was infused in an unlimited amount, and even made him feel weak for the first time.

Zhao Yifu calmed himself down, then lifted the paper crane with one hand and gently lifted it...

Oddly enough, the paper crane seemed to have a spirit of its own. It actually hovered above his head for a while before gracefully disappearing into the night.

Zhao Yifu, who was watching this scene, clearly noticed a key point: the paper crane did not fly away, but seemed to break through the shackles of space and disappeared into the air in an instant!
When he saw this scene, a possibility suddenly occurred to him, and he became hesitant: What if the person who received the letter is no longer alive?
However, the melancholy in his heart only lasted for a moment, and he soon calmed down.

He had already done his best, and with a clear conscience, he was naturally at peace. As for the fate of that broken family... well, that really depended on their own luck.

In order to help that poor woman, he not only sacrificed a piece of spiritual paper but also made himself weak and exhausted, which was something he had never imagined.

But there’s nothing wrong with saying regret.

Perhaps because he is surrounded by upright people like Liang Zhongzhi and Zhou Su, he is also influenced by them and will help others when he has the means.

With this in mind, he sat cross-legged in front of the hall and began to regulate his breathing and energy.

He quietly regulated his breathing, and strands of true energy gathered from every corner of his body, then filled into his dantian and flowed through his meridians.

There was an unexpected surprise, however. During the process of the true Qi becoming thicker, his control over the true Qi became much better than before. Then he couldn't help but began to try the 'Da Zhou Tian Method' that he was almost successful at, also known as the 'Shou Ren Method'!
This 'Shou Ren Method' was too complicated, so complicated that even with his current superior energy to control the weaker true energy, he was unable to fully integrate it into the correct track.

This made him feel a little disappointed.

Of course, this level is not very deep. After all, his master had told him long ago that this "Shou Ren Fa" can be said to be the most difficult method to practice in Danqing Sect. It can be mastered in three to five years at the fastest, but most people need ten years to practice it.

This is also normal. In the world of cultivation, if you don’t gain enlightenment, you can only practice with slow and steady effort.

When you have mastered the skills, you will eventually gain enlightenment.

Zhao Yifu had only been studying for a month. If he could really master it in a month, then he would...

Just as he was preparing to finish his practice and polish it to accumulate true energy, suddenly a pure and fierce yang and spiritual energy fell on his letter seal.

He was stunned, then realized something.

Carefully sensing this yang and spiritual energy that was almost comparable to Hua Da Niu's, he felt the excitement and eagerness within it, as well as a deep sense of gratitude.

This gratitude is for him.

And a picture flashed through his mind.

A warrior in full armor stared at the letter, tears streaming down his face...

Zhao Yifu couldn't help but fall silent, because he had a vague idea that the style of the armor on the warrior was not the Southern Dynasty style.

How could this be?
He remembered the woman saying that her husband's family had been conscripted into the army by the Great Xu court...

He had no way of judging what happened in the meantime, and of course he didn't care given his current state of mind.

I just thought that since he decided to help, he should see it through to the end.

So while meditating, he picked up a piece of ordinary white paper, crushed a piece of ink with his fingers, mixed it with water, and splashed the ink.

The next moment, the warrior's face appeared on the drawing paper, and he was indeed reading the family letter.

However, he downplayed the details of his armor, making it impossible to tell from this family letter which side the warrior belonged to.

After doing all this, he stamped it with his own letter seal and gently tapped the paper to fold it into a paper crane delivering a letter.

Then the paper crane gently shook its wings, floated up and landed somewhere in the west of the city.

The woman lives outside the city, so there is no need to worry about the loss of true energy.

After doing all this, Zhao Yifu began to concentrate on meditating and practicing Qi.

The night was quiet and nothing happened.

The man's yang and spiritual energy continued to pour in, but Zhao Yifu ignored them.

The woman on the other side did not react at all. After all, it was already late at night.

At this time, the sound of the night watchman's clapper was heard outside, it was already the fifth watch.

This is also the last night watch. The morning hour is the time for many people to get up and go to work.

And it was at this moment that Zhao Yi Fu felt another strong yang and spiritual energy injected into the seal of trust.

This positive and spiritual energy is like a clear spring, calm yet carrying strong emotions.

It was a feeling of hope and gratitude.

The woman saw the paper crane.

Perhaps this can add some color to her difficult life.

Zhao Yifu sighed secretly, but his mood was completely calmed down.

Suddenly he felt something strange, because this couple, separated by thousands of miles, had met each other through his letter.

Their respective feelings of longing turned into a harmonious ball of yang and spiritual energy, intertwined together like yin and yang hugging each other, indistinguishable from each other.

Zhao Yifu felt the perfection gradually intertwined in the letter seal, and his heart gradually became full.

This can be described as "perfect", which reflects his satisfaction with himself for having completed the matter from beginning to end.

His heart was filled with this perfection, and he felt that even the breathing exercises were full of vitality and fun.

At this moment, there are birds singing and flowers blooming all around.

He heard the chirping of birds and smelled the fragrance of the flower beds.

It was the season when all things were in full bloom, and at this moment, all this was even more vivid in Zhao Yifu's mind.

At this moment, the sky gradually brightened, and then a ray of light appeared from the sky, breaking through the clouds.

Zhao Yifu felt something and immediately jumped onto the roof to greet the first rays of sunlight...

Facing the rising sun, a golden circle was reflected in Zhao Yifu's eyes.

The Qi in his body was also extremely lively, and his entire body felt like it was soaking in a comfortable hot spring...

Unconsciously, the 'Shou Ren Method' that he thought would take a long time to practice was finally accomplished at this moment.

It is very subtle to say, he just suddenly thought of this "Shu Ren Fa" when he was in the process of inner perfection, and then thought that this Fa might also need to be viewed from such a perfect and complete macro perspective?

When he viewed his entire body as a round object and incorporated the Shouren method into this circle to form a closed loop, many previously extremely difficult problems were easily solved.

From this, Zhao Yifu understood that the key point of this "Law of Keeping Benevolence" is to "be as desired".

The smooth and harmonious circulation of one's own true energy is also the smooth and harmonious circulation of all one's own strength.

Then, looking at the relationship between the "Shou Ren Fa" and the Sealing Technique, he understood that the two only had this common point of "circularity", but were not essentially the same.

Of course, it is true that the "Shou Ren Fa" is a sealing technique, but what it actually seals is the cultivator's violent and murderous intent, that's all.

　I have the flu. I had a fever and worked twelve hours yesterday. I'm dying... one chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)