Chapter 245 Painting on Paper

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

The territory of the Daheng Immortal Dynasty is very large, almost the sum of Daliang, Dali, Dayue, and Daqi, and each prefecture and state has a powerful cultivator.

Li Guanxuan did not have the idea of ​​being a hero all the way. For him, he could only solve the things in front of him, and he would not cause any trouble to himself. For those things that are easy to cause trouble, Li Guanxuan would stand by and continue on his way.

Of course, while rushing on the road, he would occasionally practice a little.

After all, this is the foundation of improving cultivation.

Two years later, Li Guanxuan came to Mozhou.

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

There are many literati and scholars in this state, and there are also many talisman masters and painters. There are elegant and charming things everywhere, and the ancient flavor is like entering a world of literary talent.

The streets and alleys are full of books selling four treasures of the study, of different grades, and Confucian cultivators can be seen everywhere, all of whom have the air of books.

"Fortunately, my wife has read a lot in these years, otherwise, she would have been scolded by these scholars." Li Guanxuan sighed.

The first feeling he had when he entered Mozhou was that this was a world of scholars. If a martial artist came here, he would be excluded and disliked by the scholars.

Wen Rongxin smiled, "Mozhou is rich in literary meaning, and it is also a holy place for scholars. It's a good opportunity to see if there are any interesting books, buy some and take them back."

Although Wen Rongxin is a physical cultivator, she looks gentle and generous, a good wife and mother, and has the elegant temperament of a scholar.

Song Zhiqiao looked at the Confucianists around her and couldn't help but say, "There are quite a few Confucianists from Wuhui Academy in Mozhou. It seems that they prefer this world of scholars to the imperial capital Yongning Xiancheng."

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

Xing Yuan agreed and said with a smile, "Sister Jiyue, please speak softly when you say this, so that others won't hear it."

"Don't worry, we have blocked the surroundings 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 said with some anticipation.

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

Tushan Yuzhi also said: "I heard that there are many painters painting Mojiang over there, comprehending the meaning of Mojiang's avenue, so as to improve themselves. Since we are here, why not go and take a look."

"Okay."

Li Guanxuan nodded. He did not intend to spoil the fun. He could take advantage of this time to inquire about some things in Yongning Xiancheng.

So as not to accidentally offend some royal relatives when he returns.

...

Mojiang.

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

In addition, when Li Guanxuan approached Mojiang, he clearly felt the rich spiritual energy, which was emitted from Mojiang.

But when he scooped up the river water, there was no spiritual energy in the water, just like ordinary river water, just a little colder.

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

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

"It's just a rumor."

Li Guanxuan smiled and looked around. He found that there were indeed many painters painting by the Mojiang River.

These painters were extremely fanatical and obsessed. They didn't notice the existence of others at all and devoted themselves to painting.

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

A painter screamed like crazy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he grinned like a beast: "Since I can't draw the meaning of Mojiang River, then I will experience the meaning of Mojiang River myself!"

After the words fell, the painter jumped into the Mojiang River with a plop.

The river rolled and submerged the painter in an instant. Even if the other party was a foundation-building cultivator, he was dead at that moment.

"Hahaha... I'm possessed, I'm possessed, I'd rather die, I'd rather die..."

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

Li Guanxuan was stunned, there are people who are obsessed with painting and eventually commit suicide?

There are yamen runners patrolling around Mojiang, and seeing these suicidal painters, they are obviously used to it, and immediately stepped forward to clean up the bodies, and took away the painters' belongings, which is considered the cost of collecting the bodies.

"Senior, I heard that painters who understand Mojiang's meaning can become masters of the generation, and those painters who cannot understand Mojiang's meaning and insist on understanding it by force will eventually die... Is it like today?"

Not far away, a graceful girl asked an old man with frost on his head.

The old man was wearing a loose white robe, elegant and graceful, and had an immortal temperament. He sat on a stone and looked at the Mojiang River, smiling but not saying a word.

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

Looking up, the girl has an oval face as white as jade, with clear and bright eyes, shining like stars. When she smiles, a pair of dimples are distributed on both sides of her cheeks, which 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, which makes people want.

In today's words, the girl is pure desire.

"It's hard to explain this meaning." The old man said with a smile.

The girl's beautiful eyes are curved, and dimples appear on both sides of her cheeks. She smiled and said, "Can you give me some advice?"

"It's difficult, very difficult."

The old man smiled, but his eyes fell on Li Guanxuan, waved his wide sleeves, and asked, "Brother, are you going to the direction of the imperial capital?"

Li Guanxuan was stunned, nodded slightly, and bowed, "That's right."

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

"If you don't want to learn, just look and broaden your horizons." Li Guanxuan shook his head.

"You can't gain this knowledge just by watching. You need to experience it and comprehend it yourself to gain knowledge."

The old man laughed and waved his sleeves again. Li Guanxuan appeared beside him.

Qin Jiyue and Liu Xiaoxian were the first to react. They activated their magic power and prepared to attack the old man and save Li Guanxuan.

Wen Rongxin stopped the two women, signaling them not to rush to attack, and said, "He has no ill will towards my husband."

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

The old man seemed to have heard this and laughed, "Brother, your identity is quite intimidating? Tell me about it and see if I can be scared."

"How can you have any identity when you are an abandoned child."

Li Guanxuan smiled and asked, "Senior has a perverse personality, and his main point is to do whatever he wants. Could it be that your paintings are also free and easy?"

"Yes, yes..."

The old man smiled and said, "I see that you don't look like a human being, so I intend to teach you the art of painting. You must learn it."

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

The girl on the side was not happy and said, "I begged you to teach me, but you didn't teach me. He didn't want to learn, but you insisted on teaching him?"

"I like him and am happy to teach him."

The old man laughed and said, "This young man has many wives and concubines. He must be a passionate man. If you are willing to marry him and become his concubine, I can teach you painting."

Li Guanxuan thought the girl would scold him in anger, but unexpectedly, the girl said, "Okay, I will marry him tonight, and you have to teach me painting tomorrow. It's a deal, and you are not allowed to change it."

When Wen Rongxin and the other seven girls heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned.

This girl is so crazy to learn painting?

The old man shook his head and said, "If you are not sincere, it doesn't count."

Li Guanxuan on the side narrowed his eyes slightly.

In his opinion, the elegant old man in front of him obviously knew his identity, and it was very likely that he was instructed by the empress to come and protect him to the imperial capital Yongning Xiancheng.

But the fact that the old man arranged a marriage for him made Li Guanxuan a little concerned.

After all, his biggest trump card was the matter of dual cultivation.

Dual cultivation...

Li Guanxuan silently thought of these two words in his heart. The old man should know that he became stronger through dual cultivation, so he wanted to make the girl his concubine.

"Senior, please don't joke. If you are willing to teach me real skills, I will learn from you. If you are not willing to teach me and just want to have fun, then I will leave." Li Guanxuan said lightly.

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

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

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

"Okay, I will learn." Li Guanxuan agreed.

The girl next to him was so angry that she jumped up and down.

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

The man in green didn't want to learn, but the old man forced him to learn.

Who was he angry with?

The old man glanced at the girl and said calmly: "You have already mastered the art of talisman painting. I have nothing to teach you. Next, you have to stabilize your own heart of Taoism so that you can understand the meaning of Mojiang."

Hearing this, the girl was silent for a moment and asked: "How can I stabilize my heart of Taoism?"

"Ask your heart."

The old man said calmly: "If you can't get through this level of heart, don't think about impacting the Nascent Soul in the future. You will die in the heart demon tribulation sooner or later."

The girl was completely silent.

Li Guanxuan glanced at her. It was obvious that 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: "Will you learn?"

"Yes."

Song Zhiqiao agreed without hesitation.

The old man was willing to teach and taught sincerely, so she naturally wouldn't refuse.

Besides, as a Confucian, she was born in a scholarly family. She had to learn the arts of calligraphy, chess, and painting since she was a child. So if someone was willing to teach her the art of painting, she would be happy to learn.

Besides, being proficient in painting can also greatly help in carving talismans. Next, they just need to slowly collect the materials and save a bunch of talismans.

"Those who learn painting should not be impatient..."

The old man paused here, glanced at Li Guanxuan and Song Zhiqiao, and laughed: "Looking at the two of you, you obviously don't look impatient."

"Senior, please talk slowly, and we will listen slowly. There is plenty of time." Li Guanxuan said with a smile.

The old man nodded slightly and smiled, "Watch the river to gain enlightenment. Don't rush to paint it. If you can understand its meaning, you can paint it with half the effort."

At this point, the old man asked, "Young man, what does this Mojiang 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 that?"

"It is not only revered by scholars, but also by painters. In the eyes of literati and scholars, it is as precious as a dragon vein."

Li Guanxuan smiled and said, "I can't see it by looking at the river. I have learned some truths from what I have seen and heard. I don't know whether it is right or not. Please help me solve my doubts."

"That's right, that's right..."

The old man smiled with relief and sighed, "Painters also take one thing as the main thing, and the rest are supplementary. Here, Mojiang is not the main thing, but people are the main thing."

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

Is this the reason why the painter on the bank of Mojiang River was possessed?

Everyone paints with Mojiang as the main subject, but forgets those who yearn for it.

In this world, people are the main thing.

Li Guanxuan's smile gradually faded, and he said softly: "Senior, there is something behind your words."

"You have been away from home and country for so many years, I am afraid that you have no home and country in your heart... I, like that old immortal, hope that everyone in Daheng will be like a dragon."

The old man sighed and said: "Of course, the road is under your feet, you can go any way you want, and no one can restrain you."

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

Li Guanxuan stared at the Mo River in front of him with a blank expression, and said lightly: "Senior, am I like the painting on the paper, who can be described and manipulated by others?"

"That depends on what you think."

The old man laughed and said: "To put it simply, if you are strong, who can describe you, who can manipulate you? I will only teach you real skills, and you can go into the future world if you can!"

Li Guanxuan also laughed: "Then I will be as turbulent as this Mo River, drowning everything!"