Chapter Two: Beyond the Four Ways, Gu Changsheng's Choice!
Gu Changsheng was the only one left in the hut.
Gu Changsheng watched Su Rou hurried away and sighed helplessly.
Blessed by the memory of the original owner.
Even though Su Rou didn't say it clearly, Gu Changsheng could guess most of her plans.
Looking at Anping County, there is no other person besides Anping County Magistrate Shen Shaokang who has a collection of treasures like the Eighth Grade Qi and Blood Pill.
Gu Changsheng could also guess what Su Rou could exchange for.
It's nothing more than the power of Su Rou's luck.
As the head catcher of Anping County, Su Rou naturally has an official seal.
The Great Zhou Dynasty upholds the destiny and rules the world. All people registered in the official register are not only blessed by the dynasty's luck protection body, but also receive a certain amount of luck power every day based on their official rank.
Su Rou has been serving as the head catcher in Anping County for these years, but she has never used the power of luck she has accumulated.
The original intention was to wait for Gu Changsheng to obtain a meritorious position, and then use the power of his luck to help Gu Changsheng become a good scholar in Confucianism and Taoism.
But I can't care about that now.
"Shen Shaokang is a harsh official. He has treasured the Qi and Blood Pill for many years. I'm afraid he won't easily agree to Sister Rou's request. Besides..."
A look of determination appeared in Gu Changsheng's eyes.
It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself!
"Sister Rou said that if you choose one of the four paths of Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism and Martial Arts, as long as you can reach the highest level, you can remove the cold curse from my body."
"However, no matter which one of these four roads, it is inseparable from the hard work of water grinding!"
Based on the information in his memory, Gu Changsheng has figured out the basic situation of this world.
Needless to say, Confucianism.
The original owner of this body was a scholar. He had studied hard for more than ten years in Hanchuang. He was a Confucianist and Taoist, and he was still far away from being a good scholar.
As for Buddhism and Taoism?
It is even more elusive and indistinct, with no trace to be found.
The more well-known martial arts, like Confucianism, require a long period of hard work on the body and tempering of Qi and blood before one can successfully enter the level.
And his life span is only three days.
It’s too late!
"If you want to save yourself, you must embark on the path of spiritual practice, and you must do it quickly!"
Gu Changsheng struggled against the feeling of weakness in his body, sat up from the bed, held on to the wall, and walked to the desk.
"The right path in the world does not consist of the four gates of Buddhism, Confucianism, and Martial Arts. There is a fifth way to go!"
"That is……"
Gu Changsheng's eyes fell on a blank scroll in front of the window.
"Draw the way!"
When Gu Changsheng thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
This is thanks to the fact that I was a scholar. Besides studying the Four Books and Five Classics, I also read some idle books, and then I became aware of the existence of the Dao of Painting.
"It's just that there are two major shortcomings in painting."
"The first is to become a master of painting, which is recognized as the most difficult."
"In the four paths of Confucianism, Buddhism and Martial Arts, no matter how poor your talent is, as long as you are willing to put in the hard work, you will eventually become a master."
"But to be good at painting, you must have extremely high talent."
"A tenth-grade painter, in the realm of bright eyes, must create a masterpiece that is recognized by heaven and earth. It must at least reach the level of leaving the county before it can be considered a top-grade painting!"
The world's famous works, poetry, calligraphy and painting all have a certain grade.
Go out of the county, reach the prefecture, Mingzhou, Zhenguo, peerless, spread all over the world!
Even if it is a famous work from the county, whether it is poetry, calligraphy or painting, its original value is far more precious than that of the eighth-grade Qi and Blood Pill, more than ten times!
"Second."
"If I enter the Tao of Painting, although I can also practice other ways in the future, the realm of the Tao of Painting is the fundamental determinant of myself. Only by breaking through the Tao of Painting can the practice of other paths be further advanced."
"However, the Hua Dao system is incomplete and has been discontinued since ancient times. After the fifth level, there will be no way out."
"only……"
Gu Changsheng shook his head and dispelled all distracting thoughts.
For a man who is about to die, what does it mean when his future is cut off?
If he does not practice painting, he will die in three days!
not to mention.
For Gu Changsheng, who has memories of his past life.
For him, the difficult test of becoming a master of painting does not exist at all!
"In this world, because the road to painting has been cut off, there are very few painters, and there are no records of those famous paintings in the history of Blue Star."
As an art student, Gu Changsheng, whether due to the influence of time travel, has extremely clear memories of the famous paintings in the history of the Blue Star Dragon Kingdom in his mind.
This is his biggest golden finger.
It is also his only way to save himself right now!
…
"Crackling..."
Inside the hut.
The fire was burning quietly, and the pot of soup on the stove gave off a strong smell of Chinese medicine, which made people frown.
Gu Changsheng sat next to the stove, patiently waiting for the pot of medicinal materials to be fried. He endured the feeling of weakness in his body and carefully poured the soup into a bowl. Then he pinched his nose and poured the bowl of soup into a bowl.
Drink it all!
Although there are memories of famous paintings from previous lives in my mind.
But his current body was simply not strong enough to support him, so Gu Changsheng completely painted those famous paintings.
So no matter how bitter the medicine is, he still has to drink it!
"Fight for your life!"
There was a clang.
The gray bowl was thrown back to the table by Gu Changsheng.
Feeling the heat gradually rising up in his body as the medicinal soup was taken down, Gu Changsheng's delicate face finally lost the look of despair it had when he first woke up, and became a little more rosy.
"call……"
After exhaling a long breath, Gu Changsheng did not stand up in a hurry. Instead, he waited until the medicinal power in the decoction was dissipated and his body recovered some strength before he stood up carefully.
On the desk were placed the pen and ink he had already found, and the blank scroll was also spread out on the desk.
Looking at the pure white scroll, Gu Changsheng held his breath and concentrated, driving away all the distracting thoughts in his mind.
Regarding the past life, the famous paintings that I had read and studied, one after another, passed through my mind.
"I painted this painting to expel the evil curse from my body..."
Gu Changsheng's mind became clear, and all the memories of famous paintings were temporarily put aside, leaving only the last one in his mind.
It was a picture of a big man hiding in a lofty position, holding a ferocious ghost on top of the main hall!
Although the big man has an ugly face, his eyes are full of spiritual energy. Although it is a painting, just looking at it from a distance makes people feel that the sharp and yang-yang energy in his body is coming towards his face!
I don't know if it's a psychological effect.
The moment when Gu Changsheng finally made a decision, he visualized that painting in his mind.
Deep in his body, there seemed to be a trace of warmth, spreading quietly, lifting Gu Changsheng's spirit!
"brush!"
One stroke at a time!
A dot of ink fell on the snow-white scroll.
Gu Changsheng held the brush in his hand, and the brush strokes were moving rapidly. The moment he paused with the first stroke.
Gu Changsheng suddenly felt that there was a warm air flow from the sky and the earth, and it fell on the picture scroll he painted!