Chapter 310 Banquet (5)
Tao Zi looked up and saw a woman of outstanding appearance. She was standing in a sect beside Cheng Yimen, with a provocative smile on her face. "Fellow Daoist Tao, in terms of strength, I am only a Daoist cultivator in the Kaiguang period, far inferior to you, but I still admire your reputation. How about we use painting as a martial art and have a competition?"
Tao Zi stood up and bowed, her expression calm, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking: "My fellow Taoist, my painting skills are really not good enough for others."
The woman raised her chin, a bit proudly, and said with a smile, "We're just meeting friends through painting. Don't worry about winning or losing. If you really don't want to compete, then pick one of the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. I'll accompany you."
Zhou Qiandan and Lu Shaobai exchanged a glance, each a bit worried. Although martial arts were respected in the world of immortal cultivation, who among the powerful cultivators wasn't proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting? Not to mention the mundane arts like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, there were even many who were proficient in alchemy and forging.
After all, cultivators have long lifespans and it is not difficult for them to learn these things if they are patient.
But it's not certain for physical cultivators. Firstly, there are few physical cultivators who live long. Secondly, the image of physical cultivators has always been big and strong. Even talking about a musical instrument makes people worry about whether the strings can hold up. Although Tao Zi's image is not bad, she is a physical cultivator. If she can't control her strength, it would be embarrassing.
If this is true, after tonight, Tao Zi's reputation for vulgarity will spread throughout the world of immortal cultivation.
But after thinking about it carefully, Zhou Qiandan and others suddenly felt relieved. After all, Tao Zi was just an individual cultivator, so it seemed normal for him to be a little vulgar.
Just as they were daydreaming, He Yinggui looked up at Tao Zi with an inexplicable expression.
Tao Zi smiled at him, and everyone thought she was looking at the woman. "Since this fellow Daoist is determined to compete, it's not impossible. There's no need to choose anything else. Just paint."
Xi Jing looked at her senior sister worriedly, but she received a voice message from Yue Qingya: "Don't worry, calm down a bit."
Tao Zi jumped onto the platform, and the woman used some magic to float up, looking indescribably ethereal, which made Tao Zi's way of going on stage seem too simple and crude.
Someone presented drawing paper and brushes to He Qianyi, who smiled and said, "This is the first time in all these years that there's been a competition like this. It's quite unusual."
Lan Yongji's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he said gently, "This isn't bad either. Infusing the painting with spiritual energy might be a good idea."
Immortal cultivators are immortal cultivators after all, so the paintings they draw are naturally not simple. It all depends on each person's talent and strength. Therefore, everyone assumes that Tao Zi will lose. After all, she is an individual cultivator, and she cannot lose more just by infusing a little spiritual energy into her.
The woman looked at Xu Qianjia and suddenly said shyly, "I'd like to ask Young Sect Master to choose a title for the painting."
Zhou Qiandan looked at her like that and secretly complained: If you didn't know, you would think it was an ordinary woman winking at her lover.
Lu Shaobai crossed his arms as he watched the scene, and spoke to Zhou Qiandan in a very low voice: "It doesn't feel like a competition, it feels like a peacock spreading its feathers."
"No, most peacocks that spread their tails are male."
Everyone present had sharp ears and eyes, so they could hear the voice no matter how low it was. In any case, the woman on the stage looked unhappy.
Xu Qianjia acted as if he hadn't noticed anything and smiled, "Then I'll choose a theme: snow."
The woman bowed and said, "Thank you, Young Sect Master."
"Wait a minute." Tao Zi looked down, "Master Xu, is it blood or winter snow?"
Xu Qianjia was stunned for a moment, and the woman blurted out, "Of course it's winter snow, how could it be blood?"
This Tao Zi is really vulgar.
She couldn't deny it and continued, "The baby case happened not long ago. Every time I think about it, I feel deeply sad. It's inevitable that I think about it too much."
Xu Qianjia frowned slightly. This guy really mentioned this matter all the time.
He Qianyi spoke on behalf of his senior brother, "In that case, using blood as the theme is also very good. A cultivator should have the world in mind. Winter snow is indeed inferior to blood."
The woman tried her best to hide her displeasure. Wasn't this just saying that she was not as good as Tao Zi?
But no one cared about this. Many people began to praise He Qianyi, saying that she cared about the people of the world.
Can this be praised?
Xi Jing really wanted to complain, but she forced herself to hold it back.
Yue Qingya poured himself a glass of wine. It was no surprise that even if a person was very powerful and had nothing to praise, people would still make up his strengths. What's more, this person was a direct disciple of one of the three major sects.
After about two quarters of an hour, Tao Zi put down the paintbrush. The woman opposite was still painting, but she didn't care and just waited patiently.
By the time she finished, it had been another quarter of an hour. She said, "Fellow Daoist Tao is very fast."
Tao Zi smiled and replied, "When you have a picture in mind, you can write quickly."
The woman was the first to show her painting: the sky and the earth were vast, corpses fell to the ground, and there was a hint of blood everywhere. However, there was a flower blooming next to the corpse. With the help of spiritual energy, one could see despair and vitality at a glance.
Many people started praising her directly, especially He Qianyi, who was full of praise.
After they finished praising it, Tao Zi's painting was shown to the disciples of Minglan Sect. After seeing what was painted on it, everyone fell silent.
A small baby's body fell to the ground, and the blood on its hands spread little by little to the distance, at the end of which was a woman holding a baby's skeleton.
With just one glance, sadness and anger penetrate into people's hearts and are difficult to dissipate.
Wangxu took a look and then looked away. The spiritual energy that Tao Zi poured into the blood should not be underestimated. Looking at it for too long might affect one's mind.
Thinking of this, he looked at Tao Zi with some doubt in his eyes. With her strength, this painting should not have such a strong bewitching power.
Only Tao Zi and the seniors knew that this painting not only added spiritual energy, but also spiritual consciousness.
The woman frowned and said, "Using the baby case as a means, Brother Tao, you are too calculating."
She said calmly, "This is not a calculation, but a fact. May I ask Master Xu, can the Minglan Sect handle these matters?"
Tao Zi suddenly changed the subject, and Xu Qianjia said in a deep voice, "The traitors have been apprehended."
"That's good."
Yue Qingya smiled and said, "Since it's a competition, there must be a winner."
He Qianyi smiled and said, "Master Yue is right, Senior Brother. I think Miss Zhou's painting is good. Although Fellow Daoist Tao's is also good, it is too brutal and lifeless."
Tao Zi asked in response, "Master He, as a cultivator, shouldn't you face up to what you call 'cruelty'? Besides, this painting is the truth, so how can it be said to be excessive?"
He Qianyi frowned.
At this moment, He Yinggui suddenly said, "I think Miss Tao is right."
He Qianyi looked over in astonishment. He smiled and continued, "Fellow Daoist Zhou's painting is too false and empty. How can it compare to Miss Tao's reality?"
Everyone was a little confused. This person was He Qianyi's junior and always obeyed the orders of the leader. What was going on now?
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