Chapter 246 The Old Man and the Young Girl

The conversation between the old man and Li Guanxuan made the girl fall into deep thought.

She could fully sense that the old man seemed to think highly of Li Guanxuan.

And...

To be valued by such a person, Li Guanxuan's talent and cultivation must be not low.

For the first time, the girl looked at Li Guanxuan seriously.

The sixth level of Jindan...

The cultivation is not as high as hers. She is at least a Jindan Great Perfection, but if she really wants the old man to teach her real skills, I am afraid that the Nascent Soul has just reached the threshold.

However, people like the old man have a very sharp vision, and basically they will not be too bad.

Soon, Li Guanxuan began to observe Mo Jiangyi and did not rush to write.

Song Zhiqiao on the side was also concentrating, and her mentality was particularly relaxed.

The couple knew very well that cultivation was not something that could be rushed, and it had to be persistent.

The girl felt a little strange when she saw that both of them were observing Mo Jiang.

She had seen this river countless times, but she had never been able to appreciate its mysteries. Could Li Guanxuan and Song Zhiqiao really see anything?

Li Guanxuan and Song Zhiqiao didn't say anything, and the girl was observing them all the time...

The old man was bored, so he took out a yellow book and read it with relish.

...

Wen Rongxin and the other girls were also paying attention to Li Guanxuan's situation.

"Sister, is this old senior reliable?" Xing Yuan couldn't help asking.

Half a month had passed, and the old man didn't tell Li Guanxuan and Song Zhiqiao what to do. He just sat there looking at the yellow book. The pictures on it were particularly beautiful, charming and graceful.

"Yes."

Tu Shanyuqing also noticed that the old man was reading an improper book, and asked in agreement.

Wen Rongxin didn't think there was anything wrong. The world is so big, there are all kinds of things, and everyone has their own special hobbies. She couldn't comment on anything.

"Don't worry, this is Daheng. Before entering Mozhou, my husband had already sent a message to my elder brother and elder sister. They will definitely pay attention to the situation here. No one can hurt my husband." Wen Rongxin comforted.

"Alas, it's mainly because it's not easy to be a painter. They often go crazy and commit suicide. This is the ninth one we have seen, right?" Xing Yuan said.

They saw many painters who committed suicide on the banks of Mojiang River. These painters were obsessed because they couldn't draw Mojiang.

Some jumped into the river, or used the pen as a sword to pierce through the heart...

Qin Jiyue said lightly: "Those are just painters who came to challenge Mojiang with unstable Taoism. Some people with stable Taoism would never do something that endangers their lives?

In terms of Taoism, I think my husband is second in the world, and no one dares to claim to be the first."

Li Guanxuan is the most stable person in the world, and he is also an immortal. Such people are least likely to have problems with Taoism, because they have plenty of time to adjust and are not in a hurry to do anything.

The four words "anxious for success" will never appear in their family.

Those with unstable Taoism are usually eager for success.

Liu Xiaoxian said: "Yuzhi, Yuqing, you are all proficient in water system, you might as well use this time to comprehend Mo Jiang's intention. You don't need to apply it to painting. It's just a small challenge. If you can't do it, then don't do it. Don't be stubborn."

"Okay."

Tushan Yuzhi and Tushan Yuqing nodded.

Indeed, they have nothing to do here, so they might as well challenge Mo Jiang.

In addition to being born proficient in charm and illusion, the nine-tailed fox clan is also born with water magic.

...

Time passed slowly, and half a year had passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Guanxuan felt Mo Jiang's will, which was a force that could drown everything, with surging waves and invincible.

The old man noticed some changes in Li Guanxuan and sighed: "It took me three years to feel the meaning of Mo Jiang, and another five years to comprehend the meaning of Mo Jiang and keep it in my heart.

Those who comprehend the meaning of Mo Jiang will be able to paint and make talismans smoothly and smoothly in one go, with a very high success rate and strong lethality."

On the boulder, the old man waved his wide sleeves to block all the noisy things around him. There was a table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and he said:

"If you are ready, you can paint Mo Jiang first and then comprehend the meaning of Mo Jiang at any time."

"I am not a painter. If I want to become a painter as soon as possible, should I paint something else first?" Li Guanxuan asked.

The old man suddenly realized: "I almost forgot this. Okay, let's start with the simplest crane and turtle. For cultivators who cultivate immortality, painting these things is the best practice."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man also noticed Song Zhiqiao's transformation, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly inadvertently.

Could it be that both of them are evildoers?

It is normal for Li Guanxuan to feel the meaning of Mojiang within half a year, after all, he has learned the "Sword in the Wine".

But Song Zhiqiao...

A pure Confucian cultivator, nothing special.

"I see..."

Song Zhiqiao sighed, then smiled at the old man and asked, "Senior, can I start painting this Mojiang?"

"Yes."

The old man nodded, and the table and the four treasures of the study appeared in front of Song Zhiqiao.

"Thank you, senior."

Song Zhiqiao thanked him sweetly and started painting on her own.

She has been exposed to the four things of music, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. Now that she has the velvet flower, she can concentrate on feeling the meaning of Mojiang, and the effort she spends is not too much.

When Song Zhiqiao started to paint, the old man felt something in his heart and immediately turned his head to look in the direction of Tushan Yuzhi and Tushan Yuqing.

Wen Rongxin, Qin Jiyue, Liu Xiaoxian, and Xing Yuan were all protecting them. When they noticed that it was the old man's eyes, the four women let down their guard a little.

"What exactly did this family experience..." The old man looked strange.

Even these two fox girls felt Mo Jiang's intention. This family might have got some opportunities in Xianxuzhou.

Thinking of this, the old man understood.

Because his old friend Jiu Jianxian was like this.

After a while, Li Guanxuan drew a crane.

Because he had the foundation of a talisman master, he didn't need to spend much effort on depicting this, not to mention that he had simulated it in the dark space. If there was anything wrong, he could just change it in it.

After the old man saw Li Guanxuan's paintings, he couldn't help but sighed: "You are born to be a painter."

Li Guanxuan said ashamedly: "It's just a trick."

The old man shook his head and said: "If you were a fool, Wu Sheng, the old man, would not teach you the real skills, and he would not value you since childhood..."

Li Guanxuan did not intend to talk in depth on this topic, and asked: "I have known you for so long, but I still don't know your name."

"Painting Saint, Su Daofu."

The girl who had been watching for more than half a year said, and then said: "My name is Qiu Li, what about you? Let's get to know each other."

Hearing this, Song Zhiqiao, who was painting, turned to look at the girl and said softly: "This sister, you are a Jindan Dayuan cultivator, and you can follow the painting saint. You should have a lot of suitors, right?"

Qiu Li was stunned, not quite understanding the meaning of this sentence.

Painting Saint, Su Daofu... Li Guanxuan did not care about what the little green tea said, and silently recited this name in his heart.

The old drunkard didn't tell him anything or anyone before he died. He didn't know whether the painting saint in front of him was reliable or not.

Suddenly, a golden light burst out from Li Guanxuan's pet bag.

The round little fat monkey stretched lazily, stroked the golden hair on his head, and asked with a smile:

"Li Guanxuan, I woke up, where are we going to eat... Hey, old man Su?"

When Xiaojuzi saw Su Daofu in a white robe, he said with joy: "Old man Su, let's go drink!"

"You stupid monkey..."

When Su Daofu saw Xiaojuzi, he said with surprise: "I thought you were caught by those bald donkeys."

"Humph, no one can catch me, I run fast!" Xiaojuzi said with his hands on his waist and a proud face.

"It's good that you were not caught."

Su Daofu laughed, his eyes full of joy.

Li Guanxuan asked, "Is he a good friend of the old drunkard?"

"Yes, a very good friend!"

Little Orange nodded his head and said, "There is another good friend. He was a high official, but he died later. Alas."

Finding that Little Orange was outspoken, Li Guanxuan quickly apologized to Su Daofu: "Sorry, senior, I..."

Su Daofu waved his hand and said, "I understand what you mean. Don't worry about it. This is something that everyone in the imperial capital knows."

Speaking of this, Su Daofu glanced at Song Zhiqiao and said, "You don't need to have any psychological pressure. The grudges between us old people have nothing to do with you."

Song Zhiqiao smiled and said, "I have joined the Li family and am a member of the Li family."

Su Daofu laughed and didn't say anything.

In terms of dominance, the Li family is indeed domineering.

But that is only the domineering on the surface.

The Song family is truly tough and can make a point even if there is no reason.

"Li Guanxuan... You are Li Guanyuan's brother?" Qiu Li looked at Li Guanxuan at this time, a little surprised.

Li Guanxuan smiled and nodded, then asked: "Daoyou's surname is Qiu, are you from Daliang Xianchao?"

In Daheng, there are very few people with the surname Qiu.

At least in the big families, he rarely heard of the surname Qiu.

And those who can follow the painting saint Su Daofu can't be without any background.

Therefore, the surname Qiu is only a big surname in Daliang Xianchao, and even a royal relative.

In addition, there is a curse in Daliang Xianchao, that is, the emperor can't live beyond the age of 20, so the queen mother has always been in power.

Coincidentally...

The queen mother of Daliang is named Qiu Qiong.

Su Daofu smiled and said: "She is not only from Daliang Xianchao, but also the twin sister of the queen mother of Daliang."

"Twins..."

Song Zhiqiao murmured, and secretly glanced at his good brother.

Li Guanxuan was quite shocked.

He thought Qiu Li was just a daughter of the Daliang Qiu family, but he didn't expect that the other party was actually related to the queen mother of Daliang, and the relationship was not shallow!

Then, Su Daofu said, "Qiu Li is still a student of Wuhui Academy. As for whether she is on the side of the little emperor or the side of the queen mother, even I don't know."

"Wuhui Academy also accepts people from Daliang Xian Dynasty?" Li Guanxuan asked curiously.

"As long as you have the heart to study, you can enter Wuhui Academy."

Su Daofu smiled and said, "It is precisely because Qiu Li entered Wuhui Academy that Daliang and Daheng have recently formed an alliance for mutual benefit."

"So that's it..."

Li Guanxuan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Daheng dared to march south to Dayue. It turned out that it had formed an alliance with Daliang. Otherwise, Daheng would definitely not be able to fight Dayue.

At the same time, Li Guanxuan sighed in his heart that there were probably many things he didn't know about the open and secret struggles between the Xian Dynasty.

Daheng and Daliang were able to form an alliance not just because of Qiu Li.

Over in Yongning Immortal City, the imperial capital, there is still an undercurrent.

Li Guanxuan didn't think much more and continued to practice painting with concentration.

With Su Daofu, the painting sage beside him, giving guidance, Li Guanxuan's painting skills improved particularly astonishingly. Three months ago, he could only draw Mojiang's meaning, but now he can apply Mojiang's meaning to all kinds of paintings.

An ink-black crane flew out of the paper, and its body contained the surging power of the waves. It would be difficult for an ordinary third-level demon king to withstand the attack of this ink-black crane.

Li Guanxuan sighed: "If we could really draw a Mojiang River, the lethality would be so terrifying."

When a painter paints, he doesn't simply draw it, but he must concentrate his magic power on the brush and ink and spread it out to form a complete picture.

If the magic power and spiritual consciousness cannot be condensed during the process and the painting cannot be completed, the painting will be an ordinary painting, not a lethal painting.

This is similar to drawing symbols.

When drawing symbols, you only need to pay attention to whether the texture is correct.

But painting requires the artist's will to be firm enough, his consciousness to be strong enough, and his magic power to be abundant...

Only in this way can a painter have the ability to complete a painting.

"It can flood an army of millions." Su Daofu answered.

Li Guanxuan smiled and said, "Senior seems to have tried it before?"

Su Daofu said with a smile: "In the battle in the South China Sea, the army of millions of monsters was flooded."

"Awesome." Li Guanxuan flattered him.

Su Daofu laughed, obviously feeling a little benefited, and said, "Just stay in Mozhou for a few years. Later, I will personally send you to Beijing. There shouldn't be any monsters that can embarrass you."

"Thank you, senior, for taking care of me." Li Guanxuan said gratefully.

Su Daofu waved his hand and said: "You're welcome, I'm going to rest first."

"I'm going too, I'm going too!"

Little Orange didn't like staying in this place either. When it saw Su Daofu leaving, it wanted to follow him.

"Okay, senior, walk slowly."

Li Guanxuan nodded slightly and glanced at Little Orange helplessly.

This stupid monkey, doesn’t he know where Su Daofu is going to rest?

Or……

Little Orange often goes to that kind of place?

Mozhou, the land of wind and moon, is extremely prosperous.

During this period of time, in his spare time, the old man read some exquisite story books. The pictures on them were enough to make people's blood boil and their veins bulge.

But for him, the Acacia Sword Immortal, it was just a sprinkling of water.

Li Guanxuan didn't think much about it. For him, it was important to slowly improve his painting skills and successfully draw Mo Jiang.

Qiu Li noticed that many eyes were on her, and knew that she would not be too stable with Li Guanxuan, so she also said goodbye and left.

"Guan Xuan, something is not right in Mozhou..."

At this time, Tushan Yuzhi came over and said with a serious expression.