"The heaven and earth are righteous, and they are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars..."
Lin Tian looked at the writing on the white rice paper.
I just feel that there is a clear and spiritual air, lingering and steaming, sometimes turning into mountains, sometimes turning into stars, sun and moon, the majestic energy flowing, making people feel a sense of admiration in their hearts.
This song of righteousness is Confucian Chinese culture.
This is just an ordinary poem.
But what this old scholar wrote is that his majesty lasts forever and his righteousness is fierce.
Every word seems to come alive.
The words are like runes, clustered together, like a vast sea, a beautiful and beautiful chapter, hiding the universe.
"Senior has a profound cultivation, and his attainments in painting and calligraphy have reached an unimaginable level. He can be called a great Confucian. My disciples have poor eyesight and shallow knowledge, and dare not make rash judgments on themselves.
I just feel that in this vast world, there is so much righteousness, maybe even three-thirds of it is contained in this piece of paper."
The world is righteous, and this song of righteousness deserves three points?
Lin Tian's flattering words immediately made the old scholar's mouth curl up slightly.
Scholars are proud and have been so since ancient times.
This kid is very smart.
I didn't make any presumptions or judgments, and I didn't know how to pretend to understand. This compliment was comforting to hear, at least the flattery was on point.
"You can see the aura of awe-inspiring, which is actually an extraordinary understanding. I have been in Jianzong for more than ten years, and you are only the second person who can perceive the aura of awe-inspiring. In the eyes of ordinary people, this article is just an article.
It’s just cursive writing.”
The old scholar shook his head.
Then he asked: "You came today because you want to choose a new method? The cultivation method of the True Yuan Realm is on the second floor. You shouldn't come here."
Lin Tian heard this and did not hide it.
He directly replied: "To be honest, I was lucky enough to see the picture of Kun Peng swallowing a dragon painted by my senior. At that time, I was blind and mistakenly thought it was a swan goose. After I returned, I suddenly realized that I had learned a movement technique from it, but it was not complete.
.I came here today because I want to ask Senior to let me take another look at the complete Kunpeng Picture."
"Can you recognize Kunpeng in the painting and understand the movement technique?"
The old scholar was a little surprised.
I remembered that Lin Tian had said that he had benefited a lot from the painting. Unexpectedly, he actually learned a secret skill from the painting.
This did not occur to him.
The picture of Kunpeng swallowing the dragon was indeed a painting he used to incorporate a hint of Kunpeng's charm into it, but it was very vague and incomplete.
Even he has not truly mastered enlightenment.
That's why I painted it as a painting and preserved it.
Lin Tian, really has such a terrifying understanding, can he understand the wonders of Kunpeng?
Think of this.
The old scholar couldn't help but be curious.
So he raised his hand and suddenly swung the brush in his hand. The ink immediately flew out and turned into a pitch black blade, directly attacking Lin Tian.
"let me see."
The jet-black ink flew towards the face, and under the infusion of mana, it was like a black ocean that swelled in the wind and was actually overwhelming. It seemed vaguely like a giant black python, winding and roaring, coming to kill.
So strong!
This old scholar has the power to turn decay into something magical with just one strike.
His cultivation level is probably not much lower than that of the head teacher Li Taibai.
Fortunately.
This move of his was just a test, it had no killing intent, and his power was controlled extremely well.
Lin Tian quickly activated his true energy.
It condensed on the back and turned into a pair of transparent light wings with a wingspan of one foot, which was much longer than when I first started. When the wings vibrated, the whole person flew out like lightning, and the energy rolled around the books and flew around, perfectly avoiding
The piece of ink that hit me.
"It's interesting."
When the old scholar saw this, his eyes lit up slightly.
During the conversation.
With a gentle pressure of the palm, mana surged, as if the storm of energy had been stagnated. All the books around him returned to their original places, straightened up, and even the few drops of ink that flew out flew back and fell.
Enter the inkstone.
"Your movement technique does have a hint of Kunpeng's charm. But it's only superficial. As everyone knows, Kunpeng's speed is not just fast. When the speed reaches a certain level, this is also a killing move, which can tear the sky and the earth and shatter the space."
The old scholar said and slowly turned around.
Sighed slightly.
"I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. In fact, I have never seen the real Kunpeng. It was an ancient alien species. I'm afraid it no longer exists in this world.
The old man only saw a similar engraving in a deserted place, and after studying it for many years, he could not get the essence of it, so he copied it for preservation.
When you came, the picture was not yet completed, but you were able to have this understanding, which shows that your understanding is astonishing, and you are also predestined for this thing."
During the conversation.
The old scholar waved his hand.
The sleeves of the robe are fluttering, and there is heaven and earth inside.
A picture scroll flew out from it.
It is the picture of Kunpeng swallowing the dragon that he made that day.
"I have studied this painting for many years, but I still can't understand its magic. If I copy it, it can only be used as a magic weapon and is of no great use. Since you are destined, I will give it to you."
During the conversation.
A big wave of his hand.
The picture of Kunpeng swallowing a dragon has fallen into Lin Tian's hands.
The scroll opens.
Lin Tian saw the giant Kunpeng bird spread its wings, covering the sky and the sun, soaring among the clouds and mist, catching a dragon and trying to devour it.
Magnificent and fierce!
The clouds and mist in the painting seemed to be able to float, like smoke, sometimes covering Kunpeng, sometimes revealing a huge wing, whistling like a knife...
"It's amazing! The residual image of Kunpeng in this painting seems to have spirituality. If I use my true energy to inspire it, I can even release it!"
"Of course. This is the magical power of Confucian painting. The objects in the painting can be driven by power and are truly lifelike. The value of this Kunpeng painting is no less than a high-grade magic weapon. If you meet someone who is invincible,
You can release the afterimage of Kunpeng, but it can only be used once, and the painting will be destroyed after using it."
Sword Soul said secretly.
"A one-time high-quality magic weapon?"
Lin Tian secretly marveled.
When he came here today, he originally just wanted to borrow a painting and look at it.
Unexpectedly, the old scholar was so generous and gave the painting to him directly.
This surprised Lin Tian a little bit.
He quickly said: "Senior, this painting is too valuable. I just need to borrow it and watch it..."
"It's just a painting. As far as I'm concerned, as long as I have a pen, I can paint as much as I want. If you want to borrow a painting to observe, it's wasting my time. If it doesn't work once, I'll do it again next time. I won't be bothered.
die?"
The old scholar shook his head.
He gave Lin Tiankun a picture of a pendant swallowing a dragon. Firstly, he felt that Lin Tian had a good understanding and was destined for it. Secondly, he did not want Lin Tian to bother him again because of this painting.
He liked peace and quiet very much, so he hid in the library and painted and wrote poems alone.
I don't want anyone to bother me if it's not necessary.
"Take the painting and let's go. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do. I don't have much time left, and there are still many things to write."
Finished.
He just ignored Lin Tian, lowered his head, continued to hold the pen, and started writing.
"Thank you, senior, for helping me. This disciple will keep this kindness in mind, and I also ask senior to tell me his name, so that I can at least know who I am indebted to."
"Su San."
The old scholar replied without raising his head.
Su San?
It's a very common-sounding name.
It seems inconsistent with his status as a great scholar.
But when it came to this matter, Lin Tian didn't dare to bother him anymore.
He immediately bowed and bowed sincerely, and then retreated out with the Kunpeng Swallowing Dragon Picture.
"Teacher, Senior Su San said that he has only a few years to live. Is it true? He doesn't look very old. With his cultivation level, it's not a problem to live for hundreds of years, right?"
After leaving the library, Lin Tian asked curiously.
When the sword soul heard this, he shook his head.
Said: "Confucian practice is different from Buddhism, Taoism and martial arts. It is a unique path. It cultivates talent, righteousness, family, country and world.
Therefore, Confucian monks are often powerful and powerful.
However, they have to endure the downfall of the country, the backlash of the country, and the loss of mental strength. Therefore, Confucianism cannot live forever. Living a hundred years is considered immortal.
Unless you become a Confucian sage, you are equivalent to a martial arts god.
Only then can you live a long life.
But since ancient times, only a few people such as Confucius have achieved the status of literary saints.
Although the scholar has some skills, he is only limited to his knowledge of calligraphy and painting. He is still far from becoming a god or a saint.
He probably wanted to write a book in his last moments, and maybe there would be a chance to go further."
Lin Tian didn't expect it.
Confucian practice still has such secrets.
No wonder there are very few Confucian masters heard about in this world, not because Confucianism is not strong, but because their life span is too short, and they have to become saints within a limited time, so they spend all their energy on meritorious deeds.
Where is the time to compete with other monks?
The kind of great Confucian who can achieve the status of a saint through meritorious deeds is rare to see only a few in a thousand years.
At least for now, Lin Tian has not heard of such a person.
"Okay, Confucian matters have nothing to do with you. You don't practice Confucian methods, so there is no point in thinking about these. Since you are preparing to go to the South China Sea, seize the time and see if you can learn more from the Kunpeng Swallowing the Dragon.
Order something."
"good!"
Lin Tian nodded after hearing this.
Then he set off and returned to Qingyang Peak Cave Mansion.
First, he found his sister Lin Yu.
Tell her about his plan to go to the South China Sea.
Lin Yu has now begun to practice, and understands the hard work and hardship of practice, and naturally understands Lin Tian's pressure better. He will have a life and death showdown with Chu Yang within three years, and of course he must use all means to improve himself.
It is impossible to stay in the cave all day long and work behind closed doors.
So she is also very sensible.
He nodded and said: "Brother, you can go with ease, don't worry about me. Tianchi Cave is very safe, and I have started to practice now, and I will be able to condense the Yin Talisman soon, so I will definitely have no problem in protecting myself.
Maybe when you come back, I will have become a real master of magical powers, and then I can help you defeat that Chu Yang!"
The little girl waved her fist and said.
When Lin Tian heard this, he couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.
He actually didn't want Xiaoyu to condense the Yin Talisman too early.
Because by that time, the Yin Queen might come and take her away.
Lin Tian still felt a little uncomfortable when he thought about being separated from his sister in the future.
But he didn't show it either.
Things are unpredictable and no one knows what will happen in the future. Instead of thinking so far ahead, it is better to do the things in front of you.
"Speaking of the Yin Fu Jing, this is also an opportunity. After I leave the Sword Sect, I can further test the Yin Queen.
If she had any bad intentions, she would definitely take this opportunity to take action.
Teacher, I will trouble you when the time comes and leave some backup, just in case!"
Lin Tian said in his heart.
Hearing this, Sword Soul couldn't help but laugh.
"You kid, you are becoming more and more sophisticated and cunning. Don't worry, I will leave a soul mark on your sister. If the Queen of Yin does anything evil, I can at least severely injure her."
"Well, if there is nothing unusual about Queen Yin during my absence and she treats Xiaoyu kindly, it means that she does not have any ill intentions. Even if Xiaoyu is asked to go to Xuanyin Palace with her in the future, I will be relieved."
After arranging these things.
Lin Tian no longer wasted time and went directly back to his cave to start studying the Kunpeng Swallowing Dragon Picture.