Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 182 This is a fun person
All the disciples of Danqing Sect in Difei Mountain and Huigu of Zhenyi Dao came out hundreds of miles to greet them. This was the respect that Danqing Sect had for Chunyang Sword Sect.

The Chunyang Sword Sect originated from Bashu and, like the Danqing Sect, chose to come here on foot rather than flying on a sword in a grand manner.

Difei Mountain covers a vast area, and Baili Chuying actually means standing at the entrance to the mountain and waiting.

Zhao Yifu saw a group of seven people appearing in their sight along the mountain path. There were two old men and five young men. It was obvious that the Pure Yang Sword Sect had not yet fully demonstrated its strength.

The moment the other party also saw everyone, a golden light flashed in front of Zhao Yi Fu and others, Qiu Yuzi then manifested the Yang God, and led everyone to walk solemnly in front of the seven sword cultivators.

"Qiu Yuzi from Danqing Sect, nice to meet Brother Xuanfeng."

"Disciple Danqing, greetings to all the members of the Sword Sect."

They bowed together.

This is the respect paid by the Danqing disciples to their benefactor from a hundred years ago.

Xuan Feng was the leader of the Sword Sect. He wore a black Taoist robe and carried a black sword on his back, but his hair and beard were all white, revealing his old age.

"Brother Qiu Yuzi, what's the matter with you?"

Sect Master Xuanfeng extended his hand to support Qiu Yuzi, who hesitated for a moment before rising up with the help of the opponent's force.

Now Zhao Yifu could see more clearly that the condition of the Xuanfeng Sect Master was actually the same as that of old man Cangqiu... no, even worse.

Your life is coming to an end.

Thinking of the other party's kindness to his sect, Zhao Yifu couldn't help but show enough respect.

Qiu Yuzi asked, "Brother Xuanfeng, how have you been lately?"

Xuan Feng shook his head and sighed, "It won't get better. Maybe next year, or maybe this year."

Sect Master Xuan Feng was pessimistic about his lifespan, and even when he spoke, he showed some reluctance. He was unwilling to die like this.

Qiu Yuzi was silent for a moment. He could probably understand the troubles that Sect Master Xuanfeng was facing.

A hundred years ago, the Chunyang Sword Sect also suffered huge losses, and it is likely that it has not recovered yet.

In comparison, Danqingmen has recovered somewhat, and may even be in better condition than a hundred years ago.

After all, the inheritance methods of the two are different.

When cultural heritage enters the world, one must go through trials and tribulations and practice.

Therefore, the deeper you get into the world, the faster your spiritual practice will progress.

The Sword Sect is different. A hundred years may not be enough for them to train a group of successors, and the older generation has reached the time to retire.

Huigu wanted to show up and recognize her at this time, but Qiu Yuzi waved her hand to stop her.

Huigu came to her senses and immediately stayed by Zhao Yifu's side.

Then Qiu Yuzi said, "Forget it, let's go to Difei Mountain first."

Obviously, this is not a good time to talk in broad daylight.

A group of people walked side by side.

Zhao Yifu and the Danqing Sect disciples all looked at the Sword Sect disciples with curiosity. The five disciples, young and old, all possessed the sharp edge of a sword cultivator, but they all seemed to be lacking something...

At this time, Xuan Feng in front asked, "Qiu Yuzi, did you encounter any difficulties when you entered Wanshou Gate? I remember that old Zeon Buxiu always looked down on you."

Jiong is the leader of Wanshoumen.

At the same time, he may also be the person with the highest seniority in the cultivation world.

Because he is even two generations older than Qiu Yuzi and one generation older than Old Man Cangqiu.

This fully demonstrates the characteristic of Wanshou Sect's martial arts: the ability to survive.

When Qiu Yuzi heard this question, his face was calm and he said, "In his place, maybe we haven't even reached the mountain yet."

Sect Master Xuan Feng was extremely surprised when he heard this, then he laughed and said, "Tell me quickly, what exactly is going on?"

Qiu Yuzi did not hide anything. They walked slowly towards Taiyi Peak where Wanshou Gate was located, and told what happened in front of the mountain gate of Wanshou Gate as an interesting story.

Upon hearing this, Sect Master Xuanfeng clapped his hands in delight. He said, "I thought the Danqing Sect was still so serious, but I didn't expect it to be so interesting under the leadership of Brother Qiuyu."

It was indeed interesting, somehow sneaking in as a 'spectator', while the organizers didn't even know their most important fellow sect member was here...

This is really true.

Qiu Yuzi suddenly glared at Zhao Yifu with a knife-like look... After all, he was indeed a serious man, but because of this kid, he seemed to have become "unserious".

Zhao Yifu single-handedly transformed a rigid and stubborn sect into a humorous one...

However, Zhao Yifu felt that things were not simple.

Because the Xuanfeng Sect Master was muttering, "Crazy Confucian Sect? Interesting, but what about the Crazy Sword Sect?"

Qiu Yuzi said, "Brother Xuanfeng, what did you say?"

Sect Master Xuan Feng shook his head and said, "It's okay, nothing, I'm fine."

Qiu Yuzi was very skeptical about this. This Sect Leader Xuanfeng was not a good person at all.

He believed that a man nearing the end of his life could do anything.

Then they arrived at the mountain gate. Facing the Wanshou Sect's receptionist disciples, Sect Master Xuanfeng rushed forward before everyone else...

"Chijianmen, we have come to watch the ceremony!"

He shouted out carelessly.

The disciple in charge of reception immediately showed an embarrassment: "Senior from the Chijian Sect, our guest rooms on the mountain are full. How about..."

He seemed to have difficulty speaking.

But the intention to expel the guests is obvious.

Qiu Yuzi felt dizzy when Sect Master Xuanfeng suddenly roared just now.

It was as if I was hit by some hard control skill and was being controlled.

And it was precisely this moment of trance that prevented him from grabbing a certain guy under his command...

Zhao Yifu stepped forward and said with a smile, "My Crazy Confucian Sect and the Crazy Sword Sect are as close as brothers. Let them stay with us."

The receptionist's face suddenly changed as if he had seen a ghost.

The Crazy Confucian Sect has become really notorious these days.

He quickly searched the crowd and saw Wen Sheng and the others. He couldn't help but ask tremblingly, "Are those the Iron Confucian scholars?"

Zhao Yifu chuckled and said, "Indeed."

The receptionist quickly made way and said, "Come in, come in..."

...Qiu Yuzi was forcibly controlled again, and even his Yang Shen body was about to become unstable. This unlucky child, what on earth did these people do while he was away?
However, the leader of the Xuanfeng Sect laughed loudly and walked in with a group of equally confused disciples.

Zhao Yifu, however, led the way with a familiarity of mind, and said to the receptionist, "You don't have to follow me. I will take them back myself."

Zhike Nana didn't dare to respond, perhaps because Tie Rushan's reputation had become too famous recently.

A group of people entered the headquarters of the "Crazy Confucian Sect" in a daze, and then the leader of the Xuanfeng Sect said in surprise: "You actually got in like this!"

Zhao Yifu chuckled and said, "Let's make a bet. Can the Wanshou Sect discover this before the Winter Solstice?"

Sect Master Xuan Feng immediately responded: "I bet they can't find out...hahahaha."

Zhao Yifu also started to laugh, as he found that he and the Xuanfeng Sect Master were really compatible.

Liang Zhongzhi felt nervous. Could it be that this old guy wanted to kidnap his beloved disciple?

And at this moment, Huigu could no longer hold back.

Zhao Yifu understood her thoughts and said, "Xiaohui, take my uncle and the others to rest first. We can talk about things here later." Hui Gu said respectfully, "Yes, Master."

Sect Master Xuan Feng frowned slightly. He wanted to say "No need to do that", but when he took a closer look at Hui Gu, he immediately found something extraordinary about her.

He suddenly fell silent.

Huigu nodded in understanding, then turned around and walked towards the next room.

Sect Master Xuan Feng also followed, and then the remaining disciples of the Chunyang Sword Sect also had to follow.

But Sect Master Xuanfeng suddenly said, "It's enough for Elder Lanying to come. You can stay with the brothers from Danqing Sect."

Elder Lan Ying followed in confusion.

He obviously discovered the problem, because how could a maid be asked to arrange the sect leader, while a disciple of Danqing Sect was asked to arrange people of the same generation?
This seems a bit counterintuitive, doesn't it?

But since Sect Master Xuanfeng had no objection, he naturally followed in silence.

In the entire Chunyang Sword Sect, it seemed that everyone except Sect Master Xuanfeng was silent.

Zhao Yifu watched them leave and immediately turned around and said, "Come, brothers and sisters, please follow me. I will arrange accommodation for you. Could you please tell me what kind of room you would like?"

The five Sword Sect disciples looked at each other, and looked around... This seems to be just a room, right?

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yifu led them to a bookshelf and pointed at it, saying, "Brothers and sisters, please look, there are still eight empty spaces on this shelf. You can choose any one to use as a room."

The Sword Sect disciples' expressions tensed, and one of them, a plain-looking woman in her thirties, said angrily, "With such a grid, are you planning to hang our heads here?"

Good guy!
Zhao Yifu's eyes almost popped out. Is this woman so fierce?

He could only quickly explain, "I've cast the 'Boundless Universe Technique' on these shelves, creating a vast expanse of space. I can even customize the space to my needs."

He pointed to a shelf with a rock on it and said, "This is my Senior Brother Wensheng's room. To be more precise, look at the pavilion on the rock."

The Sword Sect disciples looked over in confusion and saw that although the small pavilion on top of the stubborn rock looked like a toy, it actually had everything it needed.

Zhao Yifu said, "Senior Brother Wensheng, do you mind if I show the brothers and sisters from the Sword Sect around your place?"

Wen Sheng waved his hand and said, "Go ahead. If you like it, you can take it and live there. I'm just looking for a new style of residence."

So Zhao Yifu said, "Come, follow me and stand on this brick, then just jump forward lightly."

As he spoke, he jumped up and then his body went into that bookshelf in a flash.

The Sword Sect disciples looked at each other, and then they all took action together.

They soon appeared outside a pavilion.

From the outside it looked like a small toy, but when they appeared before their eyes it looked like a building.

What’s more important is that when they looked around at this moment, they felt that the surging sea of ​​clouds came from nowhere and rolled endlessly under their feet, and the stubborn rocks they saw outside were now like isolated peaks and cliffs under their feet, which made people feel open-minded instantly.

“This…this is amazing…”

The disciples of the Sword Sect were all moved.

They seemed to have never seen anything so novel.

In Zhao Yifu's heart, he finally understood what these people were missing, that was a kind of "spiritual energy".

To put it another way, they can be described as a group of 'rigid people without any spirit'.

As they were sighing, Zhao Yifu asked at the right moment: "Let's go check out the other rooms."

Finally, a man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties said, "No need, I think this place is fine."

A group of people nodded in agreement with this view.

There is no doubt that this place is novel and satisfying to them.

However, because of this satisfaction, they gave up the opportunity to explore more new things. They are a very rigid group of people.

But Zhao Yifu didn't think much about it, as long as they were happy.

He was even too lazy to arrange the place for them, probably because they had their own way of doing it.

So he simply said something to the five people and then came out of this "stubborn stone room".

"Junior brother, where are they?"

Wen Sheng asked curiously.

Zhao Yifu said, "They are very satisfied with my brother's room. It seems that they plan to live there permanently."

Wen Sheng laughed and shook his head, "Okay, then I'll just change places."

"Come to think of it, it would be nice if I could live in my own painting..."

Zhao Yifu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and then said with interest, "That's a good idea. Perhaps we can try to make some more three-dimensional paintings."

Wen Sheng pondered for a moment and asked, "Could it be that they use layered paint to add layers?"

"This is a very interesting direction, maybe worth a try."

Zhao Yifu shook his head and said, "Why pile up paint? Why don't we just not use paper? Why not find a thicker piece of wood and carve it while we paint?"

It's a really crude solution, without any aesthetic appeal.

Wen Sheng decisively rejected the idea: "How is that possible? The hands that hold a pen can't use a carving knife."

Liang Zhongzhi suddenly interrupted at this moment: "Why not use a pen as a carving knife?"

Wen Sheng was greatly surprised when he heard this, and then a bad premonition came over him...

Sure enough, the next moment, Elder Cangqiu clapped his hands and laughed, "Is Zhengfang going to demonstrate the 'Book Sword' to us? This is a rare sight, use it quickly!"

Liang Zhongzhi nodded and smiled when he heard that, then looked around and kicked up a floor tile with his foot.

He held a brush dipped in clean water in his hand, and at the moment the floor tiles flew up, he quickly wrote: [This meeting is not without fate, the whole yard is full of beautiful scenery like a small paradise.

A sword flew through the air, startling the old dragon sleeping in Dongting Lake.

A fairy poem with ethereal spirit was written in one stroke.

The next moment, a man suddenly rushed into the room, hugged the still falling floor tiles, and stared with wide eyes: "Excellent swordsmanship!"

The man in black Taoist robe was Xuan Feng.

He reached out and gently touched the floor tiles, and saw the water stains on the tiles melt away, followed by brick powder falling down.

What appeared was a seven-character quatrain that was "piercing into the wood".

This quatrain is not only beautifully written, but also reveals the hidden edge of a peerless divine sword.

Xuan Feng stroked the floor tiles and couldn't help but look at Liang Zhongzhi and asked, "Where did you learn this magic sword technique from, nephew Liang?"

Liang Zhongzhi hesitated when he heard this.

Qiu Yuzi said, "Sect Master Xuanfeng is one of the most famous True Immortals in the Chunyang Sect."

Zhao Yifu immediately understood what the Sect Leader meant, which was that there was no need to hide anything in front of Sect Master Xuan Feng.

But he did not act on his own, but just waited to see how Liang Zhongzhi would handle it.

Liang Zhongzhi thought for a moment, then said, "To be honest, Master, this book and sword is the teachings passed down by our ancestor. I only managed to grasp a third of its essence with a fleeting glance, but it has already benefited me immensely."

"But I am, after all, a scholar at the foot of Moshan Mountain. I was quite frightened to have obtained this book and sword, and I was just about to return it to its rightful owner."

He was ready to pass on the sword.

Zhao Yifu also had this plan, but unfortunately the Fire Dragon Sword he learned was a genius sword, and the ancestor said that not everyone was qualified to learn it.

But these words naturally shocked Xuan Feng again.

The Danqing Sect actually gained the favor of the founder!
(End of this chapter)