There are fifty-one people in the martial arts hall, among whom are the best of the three generation disciples, one is the thirteenth generation disciple, twenty are the fourteenth generation disciples, and thirty are the fifteenth generation disciples.
Master Zhuzhao belongs to the fifteenth generation of disciples.
People in the martial arts hall have a detached status, avoid worldly affairs, and focus solely on martial arts.
They exist for two purposes. One is to promote the martial arts of the Canghai Sword Sect and bring forth new ones based on the original ones. The other is to be the sea-suppressing needle of Canghai Mountain that can subdue enemies at critical moments.
In the early morning, everyone in the martial arts hall gathered in the hall to look at a landscape painting on the south wall.
More than forty people, of various ages and looks, were watching, pointing, and talking, and the hall was buzzing like a swarm of bees.
At this time, an old man in a yellow shirt walked through the door, with frosty eyebrows and silver beard, and a handsome and handsome face, but his face was like that of a baby, his complexion was rosy, smooth and wrinkle-free, but his eyes were as bright as lightning, penetrating into the heart.
He walked in casually and saw everyone gathered here making noise. His face sank and he said coldly: "What are you doing here! You have nothing to do anymore?!"
The noise stopped suddenly, people turned their heads to look around and moved out of the way, and he suddenly saw the huge painting hanging due south.
A huge mountain stands majestically, with white clouds covering its waist. The whole mountain seems to be broken out of the painting, but it is done from a mid-air perspective, giving people a strong impact.
The river at the foot of the mountain is like a silver dragon, and its waves are like snow-capped mountains. It is majestic and majestic. When viewing the painting, you can seem to hear the rushing water and the mighty air rushing towards your face. You can't help but look up to avoid the water vapor.
"Uncle Master, what do you think of this painting?" A middle-aged man in a green shirt in his thirties pointed at the painting.
The old man in yellow shirt looked at it while stroking his beard, his eyes became more and more serious, and he nodded slowly: "Well, the painting is not bad, it is the handiwork of Jingying from the North Courtyard, right?"
"Uncle Master, it's not Jingying's painting, it seems to be painted by Zhan Ran." The middle-aged man in blue shirt said, pointing to the cash withdrawal in the upper left corner.
"Zhanran?" The old man in yellow shirt glanced at him and frowned: "That boy who caused a scene in Wuji Hall a while ago?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile: "I thought that girl Jingying's painting skills were the best and unmatched, but she is the best among the best!"
The old man in yellow shirt frowned and nodded: "Well, look at this painting, it's majestic. The person who painted it has a mind for the world and a heart for the universe... Although Jingying's painting skills are good, her spirit is not as good as hers."
He asked again: "Where did this painting come from?"
"The master just sent someone to deliver it," the middle-aged man said.
The old man in yellow shirt frowned: "Why did she send this painting?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "According to the master, Zhan Ran incorporated the artistic conception of Canghai Shengong into the painting. Let us help evaluate it."
"Hmm -?" The old man in yellow shirt raised his eyebrows and cast his gaze towards the painting.
After a while, he looked surprised and sighed: "Okay! Okay!"
Everyone was staring at him, including the middle-aged man. Seeing him talking, he hurriedly asked: "Uncle Master, does this painting really contain the artistic conception of the magical power of the sea?"
"That's right! What a Zhanran!" The old man in yellow clothes clapped his hands, his eyes were shining and his eyebrows were moving.
"Uncle Master...?" the middle-aged man asked.
The old man in yellow shirt turned around and walked away, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Wuji Hall
Master Zhuzhao sat on the futon, Master Zhumei and Li Zhuyue sat on both sides. There was a stack of paintings in front of them, all of which were landscape paintings.
Master Zhumei slowly flipped through the pages and praised: "Second junior sister, this guy Zhan Ran has really amazing understanding. Each painting is better than the last. By this last one, it is completely natural and can be compared to the real thing!
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Master Zhuzhao smiled softly and said nothing.
Li Zhuyue also put down the painting and said with a smile: "My eyesight is not as good as mine! ... I have lived in Canghai Mountain for more than 40 years, but I have never noticed that the scenery viewed from each step is so different."
Master Zhuzhao pursed his lips and said with a smile: "This guy has a good understanding, but he is also very capable of getting into trouble. It's really heartbreaking!"
Master Zhumei smiled and said: "Second Junior Sister, you are so duplicitous!"
Master Zhuzhao chuckled, unable to hide his pride.
The yellow shadow flashed, and the old man in yellow clothes suddenly appeared.
Zhuzhao, Master, and the three of them turned over to pay their respects at the same time: "I've met my great-uncle!"
The old man in yellow shirt waved his hand: "That's all! Get up and talk!"
The three girls stood up, and the old man in yellow shirt said: "Zhu Zhao, I heard that you have accepted a disciple named Zhan Ran?"
Master Zhuzhao chuckled and said, "Master-uncle also knows about Zhanran?"
"Huh, he's causing too much trouble, and I'm not deaf, so I can't hear him!" the old man in yellow shirt snorted with a cold face.
Master Zhuzhao pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, do I, a disciple, still want to win?"
She didn't seem to notice the cold face of the old man in yellow shirt, his smiling face, as pretty as a peach and plum, as if he were a young girl.
The old man in yellow shirt nodded: "Well, not bad."
At this time, a young girl in black came in, holding a cup of tea. Master Zhuzhao stepped forward to take it, handed it to the old man in yellow personally, and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, have you seen Zhan Ran's paintings?"
"I've seen it before." The old man in yellow shirt took the tea, took a sip, and frowned.
Master Zhuzhao smiled and said: "Master, uncle, forgive me, there is only half a catty of cloud and clear smoke left. It was just taken away by Zhan Ran a few days ago. Is this Rizhao Purple Smoke still good?"
"Let's make do." The old man in yellow shirt said coldly.
He put down the tea and hummed: "Let Zhanran enter the martial arts hall!"
"Is this..." Master Zhuzhao looked confused.
The old man in yellow shirt glared, his eyes as bright as lightning: "Zhu Zhao, don't play tricks on me! How can a talent like Zhan Ran not enter the martial arts hall?!"
Master Zhuzhao smiled and said: "Master, uncle, are you too impatient?... Zhanran has just started teaching for a year."
The old man in yellow shirt hummed: "Such a talent, if I don't enter the martial arts hall, it will be wasted in your hands if I don't enter the martial arts hall. You are the sinners!"
Master Zhuzhao and the other three smiled bitterly.
Master Zhuzhao said: "Well, I'll call Zhanran and let him make his own decision!"
Zhan Ran is practicing the Canghai Magic Skill in the small courtyard.
For a while, he was extremely obsessed with the Canghai Divine Art, and all his thoughts were on it. He had originally practiced to the sixth level, but was far away from the seventh level.
As he learned to paint and make paintings, his understanding of Canghai Sheng Gong became deeper and clearer. The so-called learning of the new by reviewing the past, vaguely touched the threshold of the seventh level.
Breaking through the sixth level and entering the seventh level is the true superior state of Canghai Magic.
It is said that no one in the Canghai Sword Sect has reached the seventh level for hundreds of years. Even Master Zhumei, who has practiced the Canghai Sword Sect all his life, is still stuck at the sixth level.
Among the disciples of the Canghai Sword Sect in the past generations, only a few have truly entered the seventh level, and all of them are top masters, best known in the world.
The seventh level is to break the self-attachment and unite heaven and man. Heaven is me, I am heaven, the heart of heaven is my heart, the sea of qi is Kun, the inner and outer universe is me in you, and you are in me, then it is complete.
At the eighth level, ego is broken, heaven and man are unified, heaven is me, I am heaven, heaven's heart is my heart, the sea of qi is the stem, and the inner and outer universe are blended into one, and it is completed.
The formulas for these two levels are extremely vague. They only talk about the mind but not the method of attack.
He meditates on the Kung Fu method and takes great advantage in practicing the Canghai Sheng Kung. The first few sentences are clear, but it is difficult to actually do it, and the last few sentences are vague.
He understands that this is because he has not reached the realm yet. Once he has reached the realm, things will come naturally and he will suddenly become enlightened.
When he was painting, he vaguely figured out that heaven is me, I am heaven, and heaven's heart is my heart. If he gained something, he would use the Buddhist method of observation and sit on Canghai Mountain to contemplate and observe that there is another self sitting in the void.
In the middle, overlooking Canghai Mountain.
This method of observation is extremely demanding on the mind and is similar to the soul leaving the body. After a day and night of observation, I finally completed the observation and looked down at Canghai Mountain.
Then, he completed the aerial view of Canghai Mountain in one go, which is exactly the one hanging in the martial arts hall.
After finishing this painting, he felt that the seventh level was within sight, and he only needed to practice hard to reach it.
While I was practicing, a woman in black suddenly came and knocked on the door, saying that the master wanted to invite me.
Li Muchan was reluctant, immersed in Canghai's magical skills, and was in a good state. He didn't want to pay attention to the secular principles, but he had to obey the master's words, so he had to pack his mind and go to Wuji Hall.
As soon as he entered the palace, before he could be greeted, two eyes came towards him, like two bolts of lightning, shining through his body and mind. His heart tightened and he turned around to look.
When he saw the old man in yellow shirt with gray hair and childlike face, staring at him with a cold face and eyes like lightning, Li Muchan glanced at him and saluted: "I have seen master, uncle, and uncle."
Master Zhuzhao said: "Zhanran, come here to meet your great-uncle!"
Li Muchan bowed in unison and was surprised when he saw the old man in yellow clothes. It looked like this old man was only sixty or seventy years old, but he was actually the Grand Master. His skills were unfathomable.
"Well, yes, he is a good boy." The old man in yellow shirt nodded while stroking his beard.
Master Zhuzhao chuckled lightly and said, "Zhanran, do you want to enter the martial arts hall?"
Li Muchan was startled, and then said: "I want to walk down the mountain, so I won't enter the martial arts hall for now. When I get old and can't walk anymore, I can't bother anymore. It's not too late to enter the martial arts hall again."
"Humph, what kind of place has the martial arts hall become?!" The old man in yellow shirt's face darkened and he shouted coldly.
Li Muchan looked at Master Zhuzhao, who seemed to be gloating about his misfortune, and said with a chuckle: "Zhanran, your great-uncle is from the martial arts hall."
Li Muchan suddenly nodded, smiled, and said nothing.
The old man in yellow shirt had a cold face, his eyes were like lightning, and he was intimidating. He said coldly: "I want to ask you, do you want to enter the martial arts hall?"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "My great-uncle, my disciple is still young. Although he is a monk, his worldly aspirations have not been exhausted, so he will not enter the martial arts hall for the time being."
"Good boy, you're so tough!" The old man in yellow shirt laughed angrily.
Li Muchan smiled with a peaceful expression.
"Uncle Master, do you think...?" Master Zhuzhao said in embarrassment.
The old man in yellow shirt said coldly: "Today, he has to come in even if he comes in, and he has to come in even if he doesn't!"
Master Zhuzhao was helpless and shook his head with a wry smile: "Zhanran, why don't you just agree? It's rare for my uncle to look at others with green eyes and not appreciate praise."
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Disciple has made up his mind. I hope Master will make it happen."