Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 72 Who is summoning the spirits?
After Zhao Yifu recited the "Danqing Wanxiang Fa" silently, he felt some of the mysteries of this secret method.

It is not just an application, but also a supreme method that connects with the way of painting to help improve the practitioner's cultivation.

The general principle is to resonate with all things in the world through painting, thereby helping to comprehend the ways of nature.

Even for those who practice the art of painting, this "Danqing Wanxiang Fa" may be more important than "Chun Yang Qiu Dao Jing".

However, Zhao Yifu was also puzzled. It was obvious that the four secret arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting all had extremely outstanding practical functions. Why did the bosses in his family look like useless people with no fighting power?
Well, the only explanation is that these big guys are all immersed in the state of comprehending the wonders of nature. In the words of cultivation, they are "only practicing the Tao and not the technique"...

Zhao Yifu briefly understood these, and only after he was sure that he had memorized both scriptures did he walk out of the stone chamber and bid farewell to the stone spirit.

"Senior Shi Ling, I'm leaving."

Shi Ling said, "Go ahead and make a good living. My Chunyang Sect is generally considered a sect that practices in the secular world, because all things in the world are true."

"Experience it."

Zhao Yifu nodded silently and then left the Dharma-teaching cave.

He originally planned to go and see Liang Zhongzhi again, but when he thought that Liang Zhongzhi didn't want to see him, he gave up.

However, proper etiquette should still be maintained.

Zhao Yifu's heart moved, and suddenly it seemed as if it came from his heart.

He crushed a piece of ink under his sleeve, and then a black ink smoke leaked out from his sleeve and gathered into a black kitten as solid as a real entity.

He found that he had been too arrogant before. This kind of illusion of painting the virtual into the real was actually a very simple extension of the "Danqing Wanxiang Fa".

The black cat disappeared without a trace, but Zhao Yifu knew that it was going to pay a visit to his master on his behalf.

Then he went back with a smile on his face, his heart full of longing all the way.

Sure enough, the situation after getting started is very different from before getting started.

Just by reciting the "Chun Yang Seeking the Tao Sutra", he felt that his realm could no longer be suppressed and was about to break through.

However, on his way back, what he thought about most were the two talent trees that his ancestors Emperor Fuyou and Emperor Wenheng left in his soul respectively.

Zhao Yifu is not planning to learn the sword and alchemy of Emperor Fuyou for the time being, because these are completely new skills for him.

He didn't even want to touch Emperor Wenheng's swordsmanship and military skills.

So now for Zhao Yifu, the two choices before him are actually the Pure Yang True Fire of Emperor Fuyou and the Martial Arts Holy Body of Emperor Wenheng.

He had used up a lot of his Yang and spiritual energy, and even if there was some left, it would not be possible to support the two emperors' talent trees to bloom at the same time.

So he had to make a choice.

At first glance, the Pure Yang True Fire matched the fundamental method he had just learned, the "Pure Yang Seeking the Tao Sutra", but the True Fire was probably not something he could consider at his current level of cultivation.

But the Martial Arts Holy Body is different. It is an option that can improve his combat effectiveness.

It can be said that for Zhao Yifu, the Pure Yang True Fire is a long-term goal, while the Martial Arts Holy Body is a present one.

As the situation in Mozhou becomes increasingly chaotic, he, the entire Shenhe Villa, and the Danqing Sect, which appears mysterious and powerful but is actually empty and weak, are facing major challenges.

Originally, he could have selfishly chosen the long-term because he was just an outer disciple.

So now that he has felt the care his master Liang Zhongzhi has always given him and has truly become an inner disciple, can he still stay out of it?
"Forget it, let it be the Holy Martial Arts Body."

Zhao Yifu figured it out. Improving personal strength is indeed the most important thing at this stage.

Then, he guided his thoughts and channeled all the Yang and spiritual energy in the letter into his sea of ​​consciousness, that is, into the 'Martial Arts Holy Body' under the note [Origin and Gathering].

He was full of expectations, but the talent tree of 'Martial Arts Holy Body' gave him a diagram of the human body.

The human figure was his own, and there was also a tiny dot of light...

This point of light represents the part of his martial arts holy body that he can illuminate.

In other words, he could only light up this martial arts holy body the size of a spot of light.

Zhao Yifu was confused.

Then he realized that his yang and spiritual energy might still be too little.

He was a little depressed. What could such a small amount do?
Oh, it can strengthen an area as big as a finger.

As it turned out, Zhao Yifu actually had no choice.

If he put this tiny bit of Yang and spiritual energy into the Pure Yang True Fire, he probably wouldn't be able to ignite even a flame. Only by putting it into the Martial Arts Holy Body could he at least transform one of his fingers.

So he made his choice.

Because the spiritual light was too small, he could only choose the little finger of his left hand first.

The next moment, a mysterious power extended from his soul and suddenly blessed the little finger of his left hand.

He only felt that the meridians in his left little finger had suddenly widened a lot, and the finger also felt sore, swollen, numb and painful, as if he had gout.

Zhao Yifu covered his little finger and took a breath, and then he realized that this finger seemed to begin to absorb the nutrients stored in the body at a rapid rate.

He was so frightened that he quickly swallowed another fasting pill.

Then hurry home.

He was now extremely grateful that he did not have enough yang and spiritual energy, otherwise he might starve to death with his reckless actions.

……

In the backyard of Molu Academy, Liang Zhongzhi was looking up at the Mo Mountain with worry.

Beside him, Mr. Cangqiu said slowly: "If you are worried about your disciple, why do you want to leave?"

Liang Zhongzhi shook his head and sighed, "Jun Xin seems to be respectful to us and has learned a lot of calligraphy and painting skills from me, but in fact, we all know that he is different from us."

Mr. Cangqiu said cheerfully: "Yes, this child is a bit stupid. No matter how hard he tries, he can't reach a very high level."

He is talking about art here.

Liang Zhongzhi said, "But he truly enjoys spiritual practice. He studied calligraphy and painting because he wanted to pursue the Dao. Unlike us, we choose spiritual practice because we love music, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

"Honestly, if he wasn't in my Pure Yang vein, he could have made great progress in both the Sword Vein and the Alchemy Vein."

Mr. Cangqiu said, "I see you're worried about how to teach this kind of apprentice?"

Liang Zhongzhi said with a bitter face, "It is a bit difficult. A while ago, I saw him choose 'Frosty Footsteps on the Sky', so I wanted to learn it too... I didn't expect that he would actually develop his old cold legs."

"His other skills are fine, but as a master of martial arts, I'm afraid I'm going to be left behind by this kid."

Mr. Cangqiu said with a smile: "That's fine. The Master said: A teacher doesn't have to be better than his disciple, and a disciple doesn't have to be worse than his teacher."

"Since you have chosen such a disciple, you should accept the fact that he is a reckless man."

Liang Zhongzhi was originally quite touched, but he was a little broken after hearing the last sentence.

Good man, Mr. Cangqiu can’t speak, so he’d better shut up.

Just saying some truths that touch people's hearts.

Just when Liang Zhongzhi was feeling quite troubled, his expression suddenly changed and he saw a black cat leaping towards him from the other side of the cave.

A happy smile appeared on his face.

A moment later, the black cat came in front of him, then raised a paw and pressed the empty space in front of him in a silly manner.

The next moment, a word appeared.

【Thanks】.

Then he pressed his paw again.

【division】.

Put them together and you get the two words "Thank you, teacher".

Then the ink cat did a front flip in the air before falling to the ground and becoming a pool of ink.

Mr. Cangqiu was slightly moved. He said, "It's so lively, even this old man is moved." Liang Zhongzhi nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, we all understand the wonders of nature from all things in the universe."

“But he can really bring his own fun into the surroundings.”

He paused, then said to Mr. Cangqiu, "What you said before is quite insightful. My disciple has indeed inspired me in many aspects. Perhaps we can still encourage each other in the future."

As he said this, he stood up again and stomped his legs twice.

Mr. Cangqiu asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Liang Zhongzhi said, "Of course I should continue to practice this 'Old Cold Leg Technique'. I can't really be outdone by my disciple. I have at least several decades more experience than him."

……

When Zhao Yifu returned home, he received a warm welcome. In any case, his cats were very happy to see him back.

There is also Zhao Yehe who is recuperating from his injuries. He has just recovered from a serious illness and looks in good spirits.

However, Zhao Yifu was quite surprised. He looked at Zhao Yehe and said, "Uncle San, your injury healed very quickly."

Zhao Yehe said, "Your sister Hong left me a prescription before she left. Wu Zhong prescribed the medicine for me these past two days, and I've gotten better naturally."

Zhao Yifu then remembered that Sister Hong was the "Beautiful Medical Fairy" in the world, and her medical skills must be amazing.

He shook his head and ignored it, then thought of Wu Zhong who had just "killed someone and buried the body", and looked over.

Wu Zhong immediately lowered his head when he caught his gaze and said, "Don't worry, Master. I dug an eight-foot-deep pit and buried the body in the backyard."

"Even if the body was left to rot in the yard, there would be no trace of it."

An eight-foot pit is almost three meters deep, which is indeed safe enough.

Zhao Yifu shook his head and said, "Uncle Wu, that's not what I'm talking about. I'm asking if you have any questions."

He was worried about Wu Zhong's mental state.

But he was obviously overthinking this. Wu Zhong said blankly, "What could be wrong with me?"

Zhao Yifu didn't ask any more questions. He said, "Uncle Wu, please ask my teacher Zhou for another day off. I gained a lot from my study today and I want to adjust my condition."

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhong immediately nodded and left.

Zhao Yehe was moved when he heard this. After Wu Zhong left, he asked, "Did you tell your master about the situation in Mozhou?"

Zhao Yifu felt depressed again when he mentioned this. He said, "Of course I did."

Zhao Yehe asked, "Then, what are you going to do with your mysterious master?"

Zhao Yifu sighed and said, "The elders in the sect are so high up that they are not prepared to take action personally."

Zhao Yehe asked: "Then...then my Shenhe Villa..."

Zhao Yifu said, "Shenhe Villa has never been considered by my sect. All I can offer is my own contribution."

Zhao Yehe felt very depressed after hearing this.

I know that what Zhao Yifu said is right and that his master has no reason to help Shenhe Villa, but this feeling of being isolated and helpless is really uncomfortable.

Zhao Yifu went into seclusion.

The main thing is to digest the mysteries in "Pure Yang Seeking the Tao Sutra".

This is a scripture that requires careful consideration. Zhao Yifu even suppressed his eager desire for a breakthrough, fearing that he would not understand it thoroughly enough and thus make mistakes.

This continued until night, and Zhao Yifu lit the oil lamp without stopping.

The night is getting darker.

He had already refilled his lamp twice.

However, at this moment, the oil lamp suddenly went out.

He suddenly felt a chill down his spine, as if a cold wind was blowing quietly.

Zhao Yifu stood up with a serious expression, wondering what was going on.

However, the next moment, a chorus of meows could be heard in his yard.

Even Yiyi, who was squatting on his desk, started meowing loudly.

The voice didn't have the usual cute grandma-like quality, but was noticeably clearer and carried a warning and menacing tone.

So, every cat in his house is a dead trap.

After the cats gathered together, the cold feeling Zhao Yifu felt was much better.

So it is true that keeping a cat can ward off evil spirits.

Zhao Yifu pushed the door open and walked out.

Yiyi jumped onto his shoulder.

The man and the cat walked out together and saw that all the cats in the house were gathered in the backyard.

The cats gathered around, meowing, and in the center...

Zhao Yifu's spiritual vision was activated, and he suddenly saw a ghost being forcibly controlled inside!

It is the ghost of Zhuo Yanbing.

Zhao Yifu was very surprised when he saw Zhuo Yanbing's ghost. He didn't expect that the ghost was still there and would come out to cause trouble?

"Jun Xin, what's wrong with your cat?"

Zhao Yehe walked out yawning and dissatisfied.

"Hey, what are they doing there?"

"The soil on the ground looks like it's just been turned over..."

At this time, Wu Zhong also hurried over and said, "My Lord, the 'Mingjiang Crossing' was buried here by me."

Zhao Yehe said "Oh" and nodded, then he felt a creepy feeling.

Seeing this, Zhao Yifu rummaged through his pockets.

Seeing this, Yi Yi hurried back to his room and took out a small bag from his room, from which he took out two willow leaves.

This is the willow leaf that Zhao Yifu used to open his spiritual eyes in his early years, but it is of no use to him now.

He injected true energy into it, then handed it to Zhao Yehe and said, "Uncle San, place this willow leaf on your eyelids and open your eyes."

Zhao Yehe hesitated but still did as he was told.

"Sigh~"

He was really shocked.

At the same time, his eyes blinked involuntarily, the willow leaves fell, the true energy dissipated, and he could no longer see the ghost.

"What was that just now?!"

He suspected that he had seen it wrong.

Zhao Yifu said, "It's Zhuo Yanbing's ghost. But he's not acting on his own initiative, but someone else's doing..."

He remembered the cold wind that had extinguished his oil lamp.

Although Zhuo Yan in front of him is a soul body, he hasn't even passed the first seven days of his death. How could he have such strong abilities?

He speculated that the person behind the scenes discovered that Zhuo Yan had not returned for such a long time, so he used some secret method to summon his soul.

Unfortunately, the ghost was controlled by his cat.

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