Gou marries a wife in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 245 Picture in Paper

Li Guanxuan continued to move forward, not in a hurry.

The territory of the Dahengxian Dynasty is very large, almost the sum of Daliang, Dali, Dayue, and Daqi. There are powerful monks sitting in each prefecture.

Li Guanxuan didn't have the idea of ​​being a hero all the way. For him, he could only solve the problem in front of him, and he still wouldn't cause any trouble to himself. For those things that would easily cause trouble, Li Guanxuan would stand by and continue on his way.

Of course, while on the road, I would occasionally practice a little bit.

After all, this is the root of improving cultivation.

Two years later, Li Guanxuan came to Mozhou.

This place is not too far away from Yongning Immortal City, the imperial capital, about a few thousand miles away.

There are many literati in this state, and there are also many talisman masters and painters. There are elegant and romantic stories everywhere, which is antique, as if entering a world of literary talents.

The streets and alleys are all selling the Four Treasures of the Study, of different grades, and Confucianism cultivators can be seen everywhere, and all of them have a scholarly atmosphere.

"It's a good thing that my lady hasn't read less these years, otherwise, these scholars would have given her two vulgar words about physical training." Li Guanxuan sighed softly.

When he first entered Mozhou, he felt that this was the world of scholars. If Wufu Tixiu came here, he would be excluded and disliked by scholars.

Wen Rongxin smiled, "Mozhou is rich in literature, and it is also a sacred place for scholars. I just want to see if there are any more interesting books. I will buy them and go back and have a look."

Although Wen Rongxin is physically fit, she looks gentle and generous on the outside. She belongs to the type of a good wife and mother, and she has the elegant temperament of a scholar.

Song Zhiqiao looked at the Confucianism cultivators around him, and couldn't help saying: "In Mozhou, there are quite a few Confucianism cultivators from Wugui Academy. It seems that they like this scholar more than Yongning, the imperial capital. world."

"Yes, after all, there are many brothels here, which are suitable for romance. Scholars like to come here to recite poems and write poems." Qin Jiyue said with a smile.

Xing Yuan echoed with a smile: "Sister Jiyue should keep her voice down when she says this, so that others don't overhear."

"Don't worry, the surrounding area has been blocked long ago, and only a few of us can hear it." Qin Jiyue laughed.

"I heard that there is a Mo River in Mozhou, why don't we go and see it?" Tu Shanyuqing asked with some expectation.

Along the way, she did a lot of strategy, asking around for more fun and beautiful scenery, and then suggested where to go.

Tu Shan Yuzhi also said: "I heard that there are many painters over there who are painting the Mojiang River, comprehending the meaning of the Dao of the Mojiang River, so as to improve themselves. Since they are all here, why don't you go and have a look."

"it is good."

Li Guanxuan nodded, he didn't intend to spoil the fun, he just took advantage of this time to inquire about some things in Yongning Immortal City.

In order not to go back when the time comes, and accidentally offend some royal family member again.

……

Mojiang.

Li Guanxuan looked at the big river in front of him. From a distance, the big river was as black as ink, but when he approached and picked up the river, it was extremely clear, quite miraculous.

In addition, when Li Guanxuan was approaching the Mojiang River, he could clearly feel a strong spiritual energy emanating from the Mojiang River.

But when he picked up the river water, there was no aura in the water, just like ordinary river water, only slightly colder.

Li Guanxuan took a sip, it was sweet and pure without any impurities, quite quenching his thirst.

"It is rumored that this Mojiang River can cure all kinds of diseases. I don't know if it is true or not." Wen Rongxin also took a sip.

"It's just a rumor."

Li Guanxuan smiled, looked around, and found that there were indeed many painters painting on the edge of the Mo River.

These painters are extremely fanatical and obsessed, completely unaware of the existence of others, and devote themselves to painting wholeheartedly.

"Why? Why! Why can't I draw the meaning of Mojiang?!"

A painter screamed madly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he grinned like a wild animal and said, "Since I can't draw the meaning of Mojiang, then I will feel the meaning of Mojiang for myself!"

When the words fell, the painter jumped into the Mo River with a plop.

The river was rolling and submerged the painter in an instant. Even if the other party was a foundation cultivator, he died at that moment.

"Hahaha... I'm already bewitched, I'm already bewitched, it's better to die, it's better to die..."

Another painter looked up to the sky and laughed, with madness and despair in his laughter. The straight brush suddenly turned into a sharp sword, piercing his heart, and brought out a beautiful snowflake.

Li Guanxuan was stunned. Is there anyone else who became obsessed with painting and eventually committed suicide?
Yamen servants were patrolling around the Mojiang River. Seeing these painters who committed suicide, they were obviously used to it. They immediately went to clean up the corpses and took away the belongings of the painters, which was regarded as the cost of collecting the corpses.

"Senior, I heard that painters who comprehend Mojiang's meaning can become a generation of masters, and those painters who cannot comprehend Mojiang's meaning, but insist on comprehending it, will eventually die...Is it like today?"

Not far away, a slender girl asked an old man covered in frost and snow.

The old man was dressed in a loose white robe, elegant and elegant, and possessed the bones of a fairy. He sat on a stone and looked at the Mo River, smiling without saying a word.

The slender girl looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a plum blossom dress with a cloud belt around her waist, black jade-like green silk hanging down, showing softness, a graceful and slim figure, and a bit sexy.

Looking up, the girl has a white and tender oval face like jade, her beautiful eyes are clear and clear, shining like stars, and when she smiles, a pair of small dimples are distributed on both sides of her cheeks, she is as cute as a fairy.

Song Zhiqiao's youthful agility reveals the elegance of a scholarly family, while the girl in front of her is pure and charming.

In today's terms, a girl is pure desire.

"I can't explain what I mean, I don't know the way." The old man said with a smile.

The girl's beautiful eyes were curved, dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks, and she said with a smile: "Then can you give me some advice?"

"It's hard, it's hard."

The old man smiled, but his eyes fell on Li Guanxuan, he waved his wide sleeves and asked, "Brother, are you heading towards the imperial capital?"

Li Guanxuan was stunned for a moment, nodded slightly, bowed and said: "Exactly."

"Do you want to learn painting?" the old man asked again.

"If you don't want to learn, just watch it, you will learn a lot." Li Guanxuan shook his head and said.

"This kind of knowledge can't be gained just by looking at it. Only by experiencing it and comprehending it in person can we get better at it."

The old man laughed, and waved his wide sleeves again, Li Guanxuan had already appeared beside him.

Qin Jiyue and Liu Xiaoxian were the first to react, and their mana was running, ready to attack the old man and rescue Li Guanxuan.

However, Wen Rongxin stopped the two women, motioned them not to rush to act, and said: "He has no ill intentions towards Mr. Wang."

Song Zhiqiao also said: "This is Daheng, no one can hurt brother, don't worry."

The old man seemed to have heard this sentence, and said with a smile: "The little brother's identity is quite bluffing? Let's listen to it and see if the old man can be taken aback."

"One abandoned son, what identity does he have?"

Li Guanxuan smiled, and asked: "Senior has a perverted personality, and the main thing is to do whatever you want, so it's possible that senior's paintings are also doing what you want?"

"Yes, yes..."

The old man smiled and said: "The old man sees that you don't look like a dog, and intends to teach you painting skills, you have to learn."

"Senior is quite domineering." Li Guanxuan shook his head and laughed.

The girl on the side was not happy, and said: "I beg you to teach me, it's fine if you don't teach, he doesn't want to learn, but you have to teach him?"

"The old man finds him pleasing to the eye and is willing to teach him."

The old man chuckled, and then said: "This little brother has a lot of wives and concubines, so he must be a passionate person. If you are willing to marry him and become his concubine, the old man can teach you how to paint."

Li Guanxuan originally thought that the girl would curse back in anger, but unexpectedly the girl said: "Okay, I will marry him tonight, and tomorrow you have to teach me how to draw. It is agreed, and no changes are allowed."

When the seven daughters of Wen Rongxin heard this, they couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

In order to learn painting, this young girl has gone crazy to such an extent?

The old man shook his head and said, "If you don't mean it sincerely, it doesn't count."

Li Guanxuan next to him narrowed his eyes slightly.

In his opinion, the elegant old man in front of him obviously knows his identity, and it is very likely that the empress ordered him to come and protect him to the imperial capital Yongning Immortal City.

But Li Guanxuan was a little concerned about the fact that the old man brought him a marriage.

After all, his biggest hole card is the matter of double cultivation.

double repair...

Li Guanxuan thought about these two words in his mind. The old man probably knew that he became stronger through dual cultivation, so he wanted to make the girl his concubine.

"Senior, stop joking. If you want to teach the real skills, I will learn from you. If you don't want to teach and just want to have fun, then I will leave." Li Guanxuan said calmly.

"Someone taught you the real skills, so the old man will naturally teach the real skills." When the old man said these words, there was not much smile on his face, and his vicissitudes of life were full of nostalgia.

Hearing this, Li Guanxuan's expression became serious, and he bowed silently.

He already understood that the old man in front of him was a friend of Wine Sword Immortal Wu Sheng.

"Okay, I'll learn." Li Guanxuan agreed.

The girl next to her jumped her feet in anger.

She begged the old man to teach her how to paint, but the old man refused to teach her.

The man in green shirt in front of him didn't want to learn, but the old man insisted on letting him learn.

Who is to let go of this anger?
The old man glanced at the girl, and said lightly: "Your way of talisman painting has been completed, I have nothing to teach you, and the only way to understand this Mojiang meaning is to strengthen your own Dao heart."

Hearing this, the girl was silent for a moment, and asked, "How is Dao Xin stable?"

"Ask your heart."

The old man said in a flat tone: "If you can't pass this test of your heart, don't think about attacking the Nascent Soul in the future. You will die in the catastrophe of the heart demon sooner or later."

The girl was completely silent.

Li Guanxuan glanced at her, obviously she knew her problem, but she just couldn't solve it, so she wanted the old man to help solve it.

The old man looked at Song Zhiqiao again and asked, "Do you want to learn?"

"study."

Song Zhiqiao agreed without hesitation.

The old man is willing to teach and teaches sincerely, so she will naturally not refuse.

What's more, as a Confucianist, she was born in a scholarly family, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are things that must be learned since she was a child, so she is willing to learn if someone is willing to teach her painting skills.

Besides, being proficient in painting skills can also be of great help to the depiction of talisman treasures. Next, as long as they slowly collect the materials, they can save a lot of talisman treasures.

"Learners of painting, don't be in a hurry..."

When the old man said this, he suddenly paused, glanced at Li Guanxuan and Song Zhiqiao, and said with a dumb smile: "Looking at the appearance of the two of you, it is obvious that you don't seem to be in a hurry."

"Senior, talk slowly, let's listen slowly, there is plenty of time." Li Guanxuan smiled.

The old man nodded slightly and smiled, "Look at the river and get enlightened. Don't rush to paint it. If you can understand its meaning, paint again, and you will get twice the result with half the effort."

Speaking of this, the old man asked: "Brother, what does this Mo River look like?"

"Like a dragon vein." Li Guanxuan replied.

"Oh?"

The old man was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "How did you see it?"

"It is not only a thing of admiration in the hearts of scholars, but also a thing of admiration in the hearts of painters. In the eyes of literati and refined scholars, it is as precious as a dragon vein."

Li Guanxuan said with a smile: "I can't see it when I look at Jiang, but I have realized some truths from what I have seen and heard. I don't know whether it is right or not. Senior, please clarify."

"Extremely opposite..."

The old man smiled relievedly, and sighed: "Painters also take one thing as the main thing, and the rest are supplementary. Here, the Mojiang River is not the master, but the talent is the master."

After listening to the conversation between the two, the girl on the side was greatly shocked.

Could this be the reason why the painters on the banks of the Mo River were possessed?
Everyone takes Mojiang as the main body to paint, but forgets those who yearn for it.

In this world, people are the masters.

Li Guanxuan's smile gradually narrowed, and he said softly: "Senior has something to say."

"I've been away from home and country for so many years, I'm afraid you don't have a home country in your heart... This old man, like that old man, hopes that the people of Daheng will be like dragons."

The old man sighed softly and said, "Of course, the avenue is at your feet. You can walk however you want. No one can restrain you."

"No one can restrain me, but they can guide me subtly..."

Li Guanxuan was expressionless, staring at the ink river in front of him, and said indifferently: "Senior, am I like that painting on paper, where I can be depicted or manipulated by others?"

"That depends on what you think."

The old man laughed loudly and said: "Plainly speaking, if you are strong, who can describe you, who can manipulate you? The old man only teaches you your real skills. In the future, you can break through the world as much as you can!"

Li Guanxuan also smiled: "Then I will be as surging as the Mo River, submerging everything!"

(End of this chapter)