Chapter 1278: The Two Skills of Summer Sheep, Sword Dance, and the City of Painting
There are two tables outside the house, both are brand new, with some pots, baskets and the like placed on them.
Because the place where Wu Zhaodi lives is in a relatively remote area of the village, there are not many people around.
Shulong said: "I have long wanted Zhaodi to move to Shuyang County, but she was unwilling.
I insist on living here because it is clean."
"It is indeed pure," Xu Zimo nodded.
"What are you two doing here?" Wu Zhaodi glanced at the two of them angrily and asked.
"Zhaodi, let's go to Shuyang County together," Shulong said unwillingly.
"The Sanluan Sect happened to be recruiting new disciples in the county today, and people from several surrounding counties came.
It's very lively, and I came here specially to call you."
"Sanluan Sect," Wu Zhaodi said with a slightly darker expression.
"It's the subordinate sect of Tianluan Immortal Palace."
"Yes, I heard that the Sanluan Sect has a quota every year and can recommend its disciples to go to the Immortal Palace," Shulong said yearningly.
"That's the Immortal Palace. Even our Tianlong Empire must be courteous."
"It's so good, then why don't you go and participate?" Wu Zhaodi snorted coldly.
"I think so. The key point is that you know that even with my cultivation level, people will look down on me," Shu Long said with a smile.
His qualifications are not good, he has been a playboy since he was a child, and he has never thought of becoming a peerless strong man.
So I still have a very thorough look at this aspect.
"In that case, let's go and have a look," Wu Zhaodi thought for a while and finally nodded.
"That's right," Shu Long suddenly smiled happily.
"Uncle, where are you from?"
"Come across the ocean, our place is a small village, I guess you haven't heard of it," Xu Zimo replied.
The three of them didn't pack up anything. Shu Long asked his followers to let the monster out.
The three of them each rode monsters and headed towards Shuyang County.
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The spring breeze blew by, and the weeping willows hung upside down on the ground.
The official road along this road is surrounded by flowers and the scenery is pleasant.
As the Shuyang County headed by the sixteen counties in the Tianlong Empire, it is naturally very large in scale.
From the first sight, the front of the city is just like its name, like a shepherd pointing toward the sky.
The thick city wall is made of bricks and tiles of different colors, and the horns are the real horns of the god-level monster Kui Yang.
Several people passed through the official road and entered the spacious avenue. Before entering the city, the dense crowd at the city gate was enough to illustrate the prosperity of this place.
"I'm not bragging to you, within the Tianlong Empire and outside Tianlong City, our place is the most prosperous," Shulong said proudly.
When he was about to enter the city, Wu Zhaodi found a veil from nowhere and put it on her face.
Shu Long glanced at her doubtfully.
"I'm afraid of getting into unnecessary trouble," Wu Zhaodi explained casually.
"Don't worry, this Shuyang County is my territory, no one dares to cause trouble for us," Shulong said carelessly.
But I didn’t delve into it.
Xu Zimo could guess that Wu Shaodi had an unusual identity and was afraid of meeting an acquaintance.
"We have two wonders in Shuyang County, one is sword dance, and the other is the capital of painting," Shulong introduced.
"This sword dance is about the Zuihongchen Inn, and all the women in it are sword immortals.
That sword dance is so beautiful that everyone in this demonic realm agrees with it, except this one.
As for the capital of painting, Zhang Heng, the sage of painting, lived here. He taught without distinction.
He has tens of thousands of disciples, and there are often thousands of people who come here every day to worship him as their teacher."
Speaking of this, Shu Long said again: "I guess you, the painting saint, are not interested, so I will take you to Zuihongchen to watch the sword dance.
When you come to Shuyang County, you will have lifelong ambitions if you don't watch the sword dance."
"I want to see the Sanluan Sect," Wu Zhaodi said.
Xu Zimo glanced at Wu Zhaodi and noticed that the other person's mood was ill, which seemed to be related to the Sanluan Sect.
He smiled and said: "It's better to go and watch the sword dance. The Sanluan Sect can watch it anytime."
"That's right, that's right," Shu Long said quickly.
"The Sanluan Cult stayed at my summer home for the few days they came here.
If you want to see it, I can take you to get to know him at night."
Speaking of this, Wu Zhaodi did not refuse.
Several people walked into Shuyang County. Shulong was already familiar with the road and led a few people towards the main street.
There were people coming and going all around, and the aroma of delicious food from the stalls filled his nostrils, and Xu Zimo was actually aroused.
He bought some pastries, which were sweet but not greasy.
While they were eating, the three of them had already arrived in front of Zui Hongchen.
It is not accurate to say that this is an inn, because it is more like a peony garden.
The meaning of "Drunk in the Red Dust" is derived from peony.
In fact, there are countless kinds of peonies here, including black sea gold, world-class black jade, fire-refined elixir, brocade hibiscus...
I just heard that the owner of the garden here only loves to be drunk in the world of mortals, so he named it like it.
The walls of this peony garden are painted with white paint, and the peony paintings on them are lifelike.
It turned out to be a moving painting, with flowers blooming and curling, and you could even smell the fragrance of the flowers.
Such a strange painting.
"This painting is the handiwork of Zhang Heng, the painting sage. It's hard to find. How about it? It looks good."
"The rules of painting," Xu Zimo muttered to himself.
"What are you talking about?" Shulong asked in confusion.
Xu Zimo smiled and shook his head. He didn't explain it and couldn't explain it clearly.
This painting is fused with the meaning of laws, so that such a situation can happen. However, this so-called painting saint is not simple, and it is useless to have laws alone.
Only those who are unique in the world in painting and have mastered it to the extreme can have such skill.
If Zhang Heng could go further, reach the realm of Tao and Fruit, and understand the rules, I'm afraid this painting would not be such a vision.
As soon as he drew a sketch, a real peony flower came into being.
"Awesome," Xu Zimo also praised.
"I might as well meet him if I have a chance."
"My uncle, this depends on luck," Shu Long explained.
"It's not that I'm trying to hit you. There are countless people who visit the Painting Saint every day. Even my father has to make an appointment in advance if he wants to see him."
Xu Zimo smiled and did not refute.
He and Wu Zhaodi followed Shu Long and walked towards the peony garden.
"What? You're unhappy," Xu Zimo glanced at Wu Zhaodi and asked softly.
"Do you have a grudge against the Sanluan Cult?"
"They are not qualified yet," Wu Zhaodi said lightly.
"That's the Jiuluan Immortal Palace you mentioned before," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
Wu Zhaodi's expression remained unchanged, but she still gave Xu Zimo a meaningful look.
Not just anyone can enter this drunk beauty. Shu Long took out a token from his sleeve.
Finally, the three of them were allowed into the park.
As soon as you walk into the peony garden, you will be greeted by the fragrant fragrance.
