Located at Shusheng Mountain to the west of Jianghuai City, Wu Chong finally agreed to Zhang Zhengchao's invitation. The foundation of Tianshu Sect was of great help to him. It allowed him to see another hidden path under the cultivation of Daliu.
"My lord please."
Zhang Zhengchao led the way, and this time Wu Chong came alone.
After seeing Wu Chong's strength, none of Dai Yong and the other guards clamored to protect you. With your own strength, it would be better for others to go out and ask for protection. But even if Wu Chong leaves, Dai Yong and the others will not
People went to the Ling family to report the news, and no one took the initiative to report Master Wu's strength to his wife, Ling Zhujun. In their opinion, this kind of thing is not something that their servants should worry about.
Climbing up the mountain, the view becomes wider.
The location of Shusheng Mountain is very remote, but the scenery is very good. Standing at the gate of the mountain, Wu Chong can clearly feel the flow of 'consciousness'.
If you put this place in the world of cultivating immortals, it would be a spiritual holy land that is hard to find in the world, and only first-rate forces are qualified to occupy it.
Apart from the four major innate families and the royal dragon vein, this place’s ‘consciousness’ is the most secret. Those who practice here can more easily awaken their own ‘consciousness’ and increase the chance of becoming a consciousness cultivator.
"Master Wu is finally here."
As soon as he entered the door, Wu Chong saw an old man wearing a green shirt sitting cross-legged there. It seemed that he had been waiting for him for a while.
"Not a Taoist priest?"
Wu Chong was a little surprised. When he saw Zhang Zhengchao's dress before, he thought that Tianshu Sect was a Taoist sect, but now it seems that this is not the case.
"Juniors must have an identity when walking in the capital." Zhang Zhengchao heard this and immediately explained.
He doesn't want to pretend to be a Taoist priest either.
But there was no other way. The only eunuchs who stayed with the emperor were monks. He didn't want to do purification, so the only option was to become a monk.
"Sir, please take a seat."
Walking into the courtyard, Wu Chong saw several square tables covered with pure white rice paper, and there were four treasures of the study next to them.
In addition to the old man I saw when I entered the door, there were three gray-haired old men beside me. Each of them had a unique aura.
This kind of momentum is not "knowledge", but the same way of calligraphy and painting as Wu Chong.
"interesting."
A smile appeared on Wu Chong's lips, he walked into the yard and sat down at the last empty table.
"My lord, please have some tea."
As soon as Wu Chong sat down, the old man next to him spoke. He drew a stroke on the paper with a pen. A cup of steaming tea flew out of the paper, spinning towards Wu Chong.
The art of calligraphy and painting!
These old men are all masters of this art.
They are monks who are completely different from the mainstream consciousness cultivation in the world. They also have fluctuations in consciousness cultivation, but their main method is calligraphy and painting.
"The artistic conception is quite good."
Wu Chong laughed loudly, picked up the brush that had been placed next to him with his right hand, and sketched the same stroke.
He saw a cold light flying out from the middle of his drawing paper, and the cup of tea that was spinning and flying was instantly cut into four pieces. Wu Chong's 'intention' was poured into it, and the tea was split into four parts in an instant.
The four newly generated cups of tea were divided into four different directions and flew towards the four people in the yard.
"Good idea!"
Wu Chong's stroke made all the remaining old men scream in surprise.
They had long heard that there was a powerful young man coming out of the mountain, and they had also bought Wu Chongliu's calligraphy and paintings, but they still felt moved when they actually saw him.
Unlike old men like them, who have spent most of their lives on this, it is not surprising to master these powers. How old is this Mr. Wu? He looks like he is only thirty-five at most. He has mastered such a terrifying realm of calligraphy and painting at such a young age.
No wonder the royal family changed its mind.
As soon as their thoughts started to change, several old men also picked up their pens.
Each of them quickly sketched a table on the paper with one stroke, and steadily caught the flying tea and dropped it into the painting.
"How can it be done with only tea and no singing and dancing?"
Before the old men could stabilize their position, Wu Chong raised his pen again. This time he directly sketched three mysterious figures.
The pen becomes the painting.
In an instant, white mist rose from the courtyard.
Three graceful singing girls came out of the painting and danced in the courtyard, like fairies in the painting. They stunned Zhang Zhengchao who was standing outside the door.
Can the art of calligraphy and painting still be used in this way?
The feeling of the four old men was more intuitive. Although they watched Wu Chong draw the painting, they couldn't help but be shaken when they actually saw the singing girl.
This is obviously a real person!
"Let's play some more music."
Wu Chong did not stop, but continued to write. The brush strokes sketched several arcs on the painting, and the courtyard, which was already filled with fairy spirit, suddenly resounded with the sound of the piano. The lingering sound lingered and moved people's hearts.
The dance is over.
The woman in the painting retreated into the painting, the fog in the yard disappeared, and the sound of the piano that surrounded her ears also faded away.
Everything returned to calm, except that there was some extra content on the white rice paper in front of Wu Chong.
A courtyard, three singers, and a guqin.
"I'm done with it, I'm done with it."
The old man opposite Wu Chong gave a wry smile, put the pen back on the table, and saluted Wu Chong.
"It's amazing, it's amazing!!"
The old man who was the first to attack muttered to himself, looking as if he was possessed by a demon.
"May I ask Master Wu whether he has entered the 'god' state in his calligraphy and painting techniques?" An old man recovered from the shock, stood up and bowed to Wu Chong, and then asked for advice.
"God realm, so to speak."
Wu Chong learned the art of calligraphy and painting very early.
Wu Chong entered the third level of the 'god' realm by a trick, using a little power of the panel. Compared with the ancestors of Shusheng Mountain, it is still far away. As for the fourth level of the 'dao' realm, Wu Chong has not yet entered it.
No clue.
Techniques are close to the Dao. This state may require Wu Chong's delusional Dao to completely corrode the Dao of Heaven to achieve this state.
Because until now, he has not figured out what the "Tao" of this world is, and what power the world master who is in line with the Tao controls. If the "Tao" does not understand anything, how can he become the "Tao".
"I actually did it! What the ancestor said in his note is true."
After hearing Wu Chong's admission, the old men all stood up.
The attitude also changed drastically. Everyone bowed down to salute Wu Chong and held the disciple ceremony.
"I've met Mr. Wu."
Those who achieve first come first!
This is the insistence of these old guys.
"It doesn't have to be like this."
Wu Chong raised his hand and helped them up.
"You must all know the purpose of my coming up the mountain. Now that the temptation is over, I hope to see something real."
"This is natural. Sir, please come with me."
The old man who was sitting opposite Wu Chong stood up. Among the old men present, he should have the highest status.
Under the leadership of the other party, Wu Chong quickly arrived at the forbidden area of Shusheng Mountain.
This place is located inside the Holy Book Mountain. The entire mountain is hollow, and the four walls are densely packed with bookshelves. At first glance, it feels like entering a sea of books, which shows the huge collection of books in the Holy Book Mountain.
"Mr.'s art of calligraphy and painting is unparalleled in the world, and he has a predestined relationship with our sacred mountain of calligraphy. As a contemporary calligrapher, I hope that while he is enlightening, he can give some guidance to these juniors on the mountain." After sending Wu Chong to the door, the old man