If it weren't for soul refining, he wouldn't believe these legends, but now he had to doubt it, after all, he could condense the soul knife with his thoughts.
If Zhang Sengyao is also a soul refiner, then the finishing touch can be explained. But Lu Changsheng cannot imagine how terrifying Zhang Sengyao's thoughts must be to deliberately create a real dragon?
Moreover, this real dragon can still remain in the painting for such a long time. If he was born in that era, Lu Changsheng would definitely go and take a look.
It's just a pity that he was not in that era.
However, this allusion reminded Lu Changsheng that in ancient China, besides Zhang Sengyao, there seemed to be other characters.
For example, Lu Ban, the ancient civil engineer, made wooden birds that could fly between heaven and earth, just like real birds.
Another example is Zhuge Liang during the Three Kingdoms period. The wooden cow and flowing horse he made are similar to Luban's wooden bird.
For example, Confucius, the sub-sage sage Mencius, the philosopher sages Zhuangzi and Xunzi who entered Taoism through literature, as well as the Dharma sage Han Feizi and Fusheng Yanzi who entered Taoism through law.
The most powerful sage is Laozi, the sage of eternal wisdom
These people can only be called saints. Lu Changsheng felt ashamed that he could not reach that level. Otherwise, he would have become a ghost and immortal long ago, and there would be no need to look for ancient paintings here to accumulate thoughts.
The reason why celebrities like Wu Daozi can be called painting saints is because they created a school of painting techniques, so they are called painting saints. However, this is only a painting saint in the eyes of ordinary people. The real saints
, has long transcended the worldly world and entered another fairyland.
This is naturally a soul refiner. Now Lu Changsheng's thoughts can at most deliberately produce physical objects, but he cannot deliberately produce living things.
The difference between the saint and the mortal probably lies in life and death. Lu Changsheng deliberately created dead things, but Zhang Sengyao and Lu Ban could deliberately create living things.
This must be a perfect representation to achieve the state.
"Were there really dragons in ancient times?" Lu Changsheng suddenly asked such a question.
In terms of current paintings, the intention of the soul refiner is actually to copy, but the prerequisite for copying is that you must have seen this kind of thing. If you haven't seen it, how can you copy it?
It's easy to say that Lu Ban made wooden birds. After all, birds are everywhere. As long as they reach the holy realm of Lu Ban, they can naturally come out deliberately. But what about dragons?
Even if you really see something like this, how can you deliberately come up with it?
"Unless..." Lu Changsheng thought of a possibility.
Zhang Sengyao may have really seen a dragon, and his thoughts and conception were so terrifying that he could record the entire dragon's body in his mind and then deliberately depict it in the painting.
Seeing that Lu Changsheng remained silent, Gu Zhengwen did not bother him, thinking that Lu Changsheng was yearning for the heroic spirit of the ancient painting saint.
But in fact, Lu Changsheng was wondering whether there was such a mythical beast as a dragon. Although he saw a golden crystal fire python in the Ginseng Valley, Xiao Hei also said that it was about to transform into a dragon.
But after all, it was just about to transform into a dragon, not actually about to transform into a dragon. But when he thought of the terrifying power of the golden crystal fire python, Lu Changsheng still had lingering fears.
Not to mention asking him to deliberately attack the dragon, even if he were to use his mind to sweep the golden crystal fire python and then deliberately come out in his mind, it would be impossible. The oppressive feeling on its body was not something that Lu Changsheng's mind could penetrate.
He couldn't even deliberately create a golden crystal fire python, let alone a deliberate dragon.
At this time, he finally understood why Xiao Hei said that the ancient soul refiners were far stronger than the Qi refiners. For an awesome person like Zhang Sengyao, as long as he drew a few dragons, the Qi refiners would only be beaten to death.
, and Zhang Sengyao is not the true representative of soul refiners. I am afraid that in ancient times, there were soul refiners more terrifying than Zhang Sengyao.
However, Lu Changsheng also discovered that all skilled soul refiners seemed to have a specialization. For example, Lu Ban was a carpenter, and the things he made would eventually show life.
For example, Zhang Sengyao is a painter who enters the Tao through painting and reaches the terrifying point of adding the finishing touch.
"Everything is Tao, so where is my Tao?" Lu Changsheng had some clues in his mind. These ancient soul refiners all had their own specializations.
They can enter the Tao through painting, calligraphy, sculpture, etc. They can enter the Tao through writing, law, wisdom, and the list goes on and on.
But Lu Changsheng doesn’t know how he should enter Taoism. If he only understands it from other people’s things, even if he is given the best meditation plan, I am afraid that he will not reach the level of Zhang Sengyao, and there is no way he can achieve it.
That kind of terrifying power.
After much deliberation, Lu Changsheng had no idea. In the end, he could only abandon the idea of joining the Tao and let nature take its course.
"Are there any paintings by Zhang Sengyao that have been handed down to the world?" Lu Changsheng asked. If we could get the paintings of this painting sage and deliberately deduce the artistic conception in them, the effect of pondering would definitely be no less than that of pondering on lakes.
"At that time, there were only copies, and the authentic ones have long been lost!" Gu Zhengwen shook his head and sighed. Obviously, for a famous painter like him, he also hopes to observe the style of a painting saint.
"That's it." Lu Changsheng felt a little pity.
"However, it seems that a painting with a soul has been born recently, and it was also exhibited at the Kyoto Cultural Expo. Painters from all over the country came to watch it." Gu Zhengwen said suddenly.
"Where can I see it?" Lu Changsheng suddenly became interested. Even if he couldn't get it, as long as he looked at it for a few hours, he could deliberately deduce the artistic conception and accumulate thoughts.
He knew that the artistic conception contained in this kind of soulful painting would be of great benefit to his Yang Soul, just like the temptation of ten thousand-year-old stalactites to the Qi Refiner.
If one could deliberately come up with the artistic conception of a saint and deduce it, it would definitely be no less than decades of accumulation of thoughts. With decades of accumulation of thoughts, there would definitely not be any problem in promoting the golden lake in Yanghun. He understood
The reason why he can't deduce the golden lake now is because his mind is still too weak.
"Today at the Cultural Expo, there will be an auction, and this painting will be auctioned!" Gu Zhengwen said with a smile, "It's a pity that the price of such a handed-down painting is definitely not low."
"When and where?" Lu Changsheng asked again. He didn't need to buy this painting. He just needed to scan his mind and gain a general understanding. If it was really left by a painting saint
If he wants something, he will do whatever it takes to get it.
After all, he is probably the only soul refiner in this world, and it is impossible for the remaining ghost cultivators to use this kind of thing to accumulate thoughts.
"I have an invitation letter for the auction in the East District." Gu Zhengwen said with a smile.
Lu Changsheng was stunned for a moment, but he understood what Gu Zhengwen meant. This was a trap for him, but he didn't care. Anyway, Gu Zhengwen would also be his father-in-law in the future, so he could do it as long as it didn't stop him and Gu Yueqin.
, it’s okay to do him some favors.
"Uncle, can you take me with you?" Lu Changsheng asked.
"Of course, you are the most talented painter I have ever seen today. If there is anyone who can reach the level of Zhang Sengyao, I think you are the only one today." Gu Zhengwen praised without hesitation.
But Lu Changsheng is a little ashamed. He is not a genius at all, nor is he a person like Zhang Sengyao who uses painting to enter the Tao. People like that don't need their souls to come out of their shells and directly use painting to enter the Tao to accumulate thoughts.
They don't need to hatch from the beginning to the end.
As long as he accumulates enough, he can transform into a ghost and immortal. How is he like him? He has cultivated four different things, but he was accidentally plotted by Mao Xiaojian, a qigong master. If he had Zhang Sengyao's level of cultivation, he would directly create a dragon on purpose.
He came out and crushed Mao Xiaojian to death with one claw. None of the top ten Qi Refining Sects or the five great aristocratic families were worthy of being his enemies.
Of course, this can only be thought about, but the reality is cruel. Lu Changsheng has to follow his future father-in-law to see the painting, and then accumulate thoughts honestly.
"Thank you very much, uncle." Lu Changsheng said happily.
"But..." Gu Zhengwen suddenly smiled and said, "But you have to work hard."
"Work hard?" Lu Changsheng looked strange.
"Yes, if you don't work hard, you won't be able to pass Shuyi." Gu Zhengwen said seriously.
Lu Changsheng was speechless. Shuyi was Liu Shuyi, Gu Yueqin’s mother.
Of course he understood what Gu Zhengwen meant. He hoped that Lu Changsheng would become his son-in-law. With Lu Changsheng's qualifications, it would not be a problem to become a famous man in the future. For Gu Zhengwen, having such a son-in-law would be more honorable than anything else.
Even if Lu Changsheng does not worship him as his disciple, some people will think in the future that Lu Changsheng is actually Gu Zhengwen's disciple. Otherwise, how could he betroth his daughter to him?
Lu Changsheng didn't care about Gu Zhengwen's thoughts. He was more concerned about the painting at the auction. If he could observe this painting, it might be of great help to him in deducing the golden lake. Then he wouldn't have to go
I looked for some soul-returning incense and soul-nourishing grass, and made some Lao Shi Zi Dan.
Gu Yueqin didn't understand why her father didn't want to see Lu Changsheng just now, but now he was chatting like an old friend, which felt like he was less than a brother-in-law.
Although Lu Changsheng may have high attainments in art, Gu Yueqin does not think that he is better than her father. However, Gu Yueqin understands that the better the relationship between Lu Changsheng and her father, the better the relationship between the two of them.
Naturally, the better.
"Go get some sleep." Gu Yueqin couldn't help but said.
Hearing her interruption, Gu Zhengwen subconsciously shouted, but after seeing Lu Changsheng, he swallowed the words that came to his mouth and said with a smile: "Yes, after riding the train all night, it's time to
It's time to take a rest, Yue Qin, take Changsheng to the room to rest."
Gu Yueqin was stunned. Ever since she disobeyed her father, she had never seen her father speak so gently to her. Especially the last sentence made Gu Yueqin's face turn red.
"Get some sleep. I'll call you during breakfast." Gu Yueqin sent Lu Changsheng to the room and prepared to leave.
But Lu Changsheng pulled her back, closed the door smoothly, pressed her on the bed, and kissed her lips.
"Oh... don't... don't do this, Gu Ling... Gu Ling and the others are all here." Gu Yueqin struggled with a red face.
"What are you afraid of? Your father has agreed. I will take care of your mother soon." Lu Changsheng said with a evil smile.
Gu Yueqin blushed to the point of her neck, but in the end she could only let Lu Changsheng toss her...