Chapter 203: Painting Sect, Spiritual Liquid, Phoenix Feather Sword [Third update, 10,000 words updated, monthly vote requested]
Sima Qingshan left Beiluo City, carrying a book box on his back, and headed south, preparing to return to Nanjun.
Tang Yimo can be considered as his guide on the road of cultivation, but his relationship with Tang Yimo is that of good friends.
Tang Yimo doesn't have many friends, Sima Qingshan is one of them.
All the way south, Sima Qingshan saw all the scenery along the official road.
Because of the war, there are refugees migrating.
Most of the refugees migrated from the imperial capital, and they needed to find a stable place.
Sima Qingshan was mixed in the group of refugees. He saw many of them starved to death or froze to death on the roadside due to hunger, cold and fatigue.
Faced with these life and death situations, Sima Qingshan was also helpless.
He can paint, but his paintings are fake after all.
The so-called ink splashing comes to life, but it is nothing but form.
For example, he drew a steamed bun, but the bun could not satisfy his hunger, so he could only watch the refugees starve to death on the roadside.
He was wearing a patched blue shirt and painting along the way. He painted the various states of these refugees, who had all kinds of emotions, including bullies, cunning and treacherous people, and enthusiastic people.
Many refugee children did not show much expression on their faces when they saw Sima Qingshan painting. What they cared about was having enough food and clothing. Things like poetry and painting had nothing to do with them.
The brush strokes are drawn with the ink gradually becoming lighter and lighter. On the snowy official road, lifelike refugees appear on the paper.
Faintly, there seemed to be a feeling of sadness spreading.
Sima Qingshan put down his brush, and his entire aura seemed to be condensed in this painting.
"Let's name this painting 'The Refugees'."
Sima Qingshan took a deep breath.
He recalled the scene when he questioned Lu Fan on Beiluo Lake.
That day, he stood in Mozhou, his green robe fluttering, looking at Young Master Lu who was leaning against the railing listening to the snow. He requested to join Baiyujing and ask how to practice the art of painting.
However……
Young Master Lu waved his hand and refused his joining.
"Bai Yujing won't accept you."
"The world is so big, you can go out and explore, maybe you can gain something and gain some insights."
"The Way of Painting is not the Way of Sword or Knife. It does not have strong destructive power or killing power. However, if it achieves something, its power is not inferior to that of the Way of Sword."
Lu Fan said.
Under the flying snow, Sima Qingshan seemed to be thinking about something.
Afterwards, he left Beiluo City and headed south.
Today, when painting "The Refugees", Sima Qingshan's anger that had been pent up in his chest suddenly burst out.
He had just started to temper the body, but he had actually completed the tempering of the body.
“The way of painting is between heaven and earth.”
Sima Qingshan had a smile on his face.
He looked at the refugees along the way.
After rolling up the painting, he stepped into a nearby small town.
Snow was falling all over the small town.
There are plenty of hawking sounds on the streets. Although the town is small, it has everything it needs. Compared with big cities like Beiluo and Nanjiang, the town seems more humane.
Sima Qingshan brushed off the snow on his body, found an empty seat beside the street in the small town, put down his bookcase, and took out the "Picture of Refugees" he had just painted.
He wants to sell paintings.
All a poor painter can do is sell his paintings.
After the painting was displayed for a day, no one was interested in it. Although many people gathered around and thought the painting was excellent, they could not explain why. They could only point and say, "This painting is beautiful."
Sima Qingshan was neither annoyed nor anxious.
If he couldn't sell the painting in this city, he would move to another city to sell it.
There was a rich girl wearing a red cloak, accompanied by a little maid, holding a paper umbrella, squeezing through the crowd.
The girl's eyes were like stars, her eyelashes trembling slightly, she looked at the scroll, and pursed her red lips.
"This painting has a rare charm..."
"Sir, how much is this painting?"
The girl in the red cloak looked at Sima Qingshan and said.
"One hundred taels."
Sima Qingshan looked at the girl and smiled.
"One hundred taels? You are a poor painter, and you think your paintings are worth one hundred taels? Who do you think you are?"
Before the girl opened her mouth, the maid beside her was extremely surprised.
The crowd around also let out a gasp.
One hundred taels... This painter is crazy about money.
Does he know how much one hundred taels is?
This painter must have never seen so much silver in his life.
"Xiao Hong, don't be rude."
The girl became anxious and scolded.
The maid was immediately filled with grief and indignation, "Miss, please don't be fooled by this poor painter."
The girl in the red cloak ignored the maid and looked at Sima Qingshan. Her pretty face seemed to be reddened by the wind and snow. She asked, "Sir, is this painting really worth one hundred taels?"
Sima Qingshan looked at the girl, and he faintly felt a wisp of spiritual energy surging in the girl's Qi Dan.
Obviously, this girl is a practitioner.
A cultivator born because of the transformation of heaven and earth.
"No."
Sima Qingshan shook his head.
The girl was stunned.
"This painting costs one thousand taels."
Sima Qingshan smiled again and said.
The maidservants around the girl were furious. Has this poor painter never seen silver in his life? How dare he raise the price of a shabby painting to one thousand taels?
Do you think these girls are easy to bully?!
"Xiaohong, go back to my father and prepare some money. This painting... is for sure."
The girl bit her plump red lips and said seriously.
"Miss……"
The maid couldn't believe it.
However, the girl's determined look made the maid's heart tremble, and she hurried towards the mansion.
Sima Qingshan glanced at the girl in surprise.
Smiled.
"My dear lady, I was just joking before. Since you like this painting, I will sell it to you for ten taels."
Sima Qingshan stood up, shook off the snow on his body, revealing his patched blue shirt.
The girl in the red cloak was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled.
"really?"
As if she was afraid that Sima Qingshan would go back on his word, the girl took ten taels of silver from the maid and handed it to Sima Qingshan.
Then he looked at Sima Qingshan expectantly.
Sima Qingshan rolled up the scroll and handed it to the girl.
When handing it to the girl, Sima Qingshan leaned over slightly, got close to the girl, and whispered: "Use your spiritual energy to view the painting. Remember, don't view it for more than an hour... Otherwise, the gain will outweigh the loss."
Sima Qingshan warned.
The girl was shocked.
However, Sima Qingshan had already picked up the book box and disappeared in the wind and snow and on the street.
Left the crowd.
Sima Qingshan came to a steamed bun stall.
"Ten taels of silver for a thousand steamed buns, is that feasible?"
Sima Qingshan said.
The owner of the steamed bun stall was stunned. Ten taels of silver? A thousand steamed buns?
This guy must be a fool.
Nodded quickly.
Sima Qingshan handed him ten taels of silver.
"It's troublesome."
"Distribute them to the victims outside the city gate tomorrow, one for each person."
Sima Qingshan said.
After Sima Qingshan finished speaking, he picked up a strand of falling snow in his hand and immediately wiped it across the air.
The painting depicted a pair of cold eyes floating in the air, staring at the stall owner, causing the stall owner to tremble all over in fear.
This person...
When he came to his senses, Sima Qingshan had disappeared from the spot.
And those floating eyes turned into drops of snow.
Sima Qingshan had lived in poverty, and he knew very well that ten taels of silver were enough to move people. He could not completely trust the conscience of the stall owner, so he used some means to intimidate the stall owner.
The second day.
Outside the city gate.
The stall owner really set up his stall and distributed baskets of steaming hot steamed buns outside the city gate, which caused a stir in this peaceful little town.
The victims, who had suffered from hunger and cold for days, gathered in front of the city gate, and some of them cried for joy.
Sima Qingshan smiled from a distance.
He turned around, carrying his book box on his back, his patched blue shirt swaying in the wind and snow, and disappeared on the official road.
Under the city wall, the girl in the red cloak was holding the scroll, looking at Sima Qingshan's disappearing back without anyone noticing, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Sima Qingshan went south to Nanjiang City.
Every time he passed a city, he would paint a picture and sell it.
However, I was not as lucky as the first day.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
For three consecutive days, none of his paintings were sold, and everyone thought he was a madman.
In this chaotic world, can painting be used to make a living?
Obviously not.
Although each of Sima Qingshan's paintings was sold for only ten taels of silver, this price was simply unaffordable for most people.
Day 4.
Sima Qingshan was ready to close his stall.
suddenly.
A familiar voice sounded behind Sima Qingshan.
"Sir, can you still sell this painting?"
The soft voice was a little bit warm. Sima Qingshan was stunned. He turned around and saw the familiar girl in the red cloak, pursing her lips and looking at him.
"Girl...you?"
The girl blushed and raised the "Refugee Map" in her hand, "I told my father that I would come out to learn from a master and return home after I have learned enough."
"I really like your paintings, sir. Can you accept me as your apprentice?"
The girl said.
Sima Qingshan was stunned but shook his head.
This girl...I'm afraid she ran away secretly.
In troubled times, which family would be willing to let their pretty daughter run around?
"Go home quickly, your father must be worried." Sima Qingshan said.
The girl felt it was a pity and did not force it, but bought the painting and left.
Sima Qingshan used the ten taels of silver he earned to provide relief to the victims again. Although it was not much, it was within his ability.
The next day after day.
Every time Sima Qingshan sold his paintings, the girl would appear, wearing a red cloak, and stubbornly asked Sima Qingshan if he could accept her as his apprentice.
Sima Qingshan always refused.
"I am just a poor painter who can only draw some scrolls. How can I be qualified to take a girl as my apprentice?"
Every time the girl didn't force it, she just bought the painting and left.
Time and again, Sima Qingshan entered several cities, and girls appeared there.
This day.
Sima Qingshan continued to set up a stall to sell paintings.
But outside the city, one could hear the sound of horse hooves and the deafening shouts of killing.
Sima Qingshan frowned, put away the scroll, walked out of the city, and saw bandits on horseback charging among the refugees outside the city. A young girl in a red cloak, with her dark eyebrows slightly raised and her spiritual energy flowing, confronted the bandits with her red cloak flying.
Sima Qingshan couldn't help but smile.
This girl is so brave.
Took out a brush.
The bandits trampled and ran, and the horses' hooves kicked up thousands of piles of snow, which flew like rice.
The girl's pretty face turned pale and she looked a little nervous.
She silently told herself in her heart that she was a cultivator, and a cultivator could fight against a hundred people alone, so she could do it.
The bandit leader laughed cruelly and swung the saber in his hand violently, ready to chop the girl into pieces.
suddenly.
The girl heard a gentle voice behind her.
"Girl, do you want to buy a painting?"
The girl's body trembled.
But then he saw the man with the saber cutting off a strand of her hair. The hair flew up into the air, and the saber and the many bandits seemed to be wiped out of the painting.
Disappeared.
Only a dozen bewildered horses were left wandering in the snow.
The girl's eyes widened.
She turned around suddenly and saw Sima Qingshan holding a brush and looking at her with a smile.
A scroll was handed over.
The girl subconsciously took it and unfolded it, but she saw in the scroll... there was a pretty girl with eyebrows and eyes like a painting, and a smile like a peach blossom.
The girl pursed her red lips and her eyebrows were slightly curved.
"Painting Sect, Sima Qingshan."
Sima Qingshan smiled and said, "Miss, are you willing to join our sect?"
…
Lu Fan was not aware of the establishment of the Painting Sect.
He sat on the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion. The breeze blew and the snowflakes in the sky had already broken apart.
Before his eyes, the system prompts kept flowing.
"A towering building rises from the ground. Congratulations to the host for entering the 4th level of Qi Refining. The spiritual energy reserves have reached 10,000 strands. Rewards: 2 Phoenix Feather Swords and 10 random spiritual weed seeds."
"The host has entered the 4th level of Qi Refining. The range of spiritual energy release has been expanded, and the self-recovery ability has been enhanced (spiritual energy, soul strength, and physical strength). The body movement spell "Thunder Art" has been obtained."
"Tip: When your spiritual energy reserves reach 10,000 strands, you will be qualified to condense spiritual liquid. 10,000 strands of spiritual energy can condense 1 drop of spiritual liquid."
The system prompts kept flashing in front of Lu Fan's eyes, which made him a little stunned.
Because the changes this time are a bit huge, at least, in Lu Fan's opinion, the changes are huge.
"10,000 strands of spiritual energy can be condensed into one drop of spiritual fluid?"
Lu Fan whispered.
What is Spiritual Liquid? As the name suggests, it should be liquefied spiritual liquid, but it is different from Spiritual Stone. When Lu Fan broke through to the third level of Qi Refining, he obtained the method of making Spiritual Stone, but...
The spirit stone simply guides the spiritual energy into some jade or some minerals that can accommodate the spiritual energy.
A stone of better quality can contain only about ten strands of spiritual energy.
And one drop of spiritual liquid contains ten thousand strands of spiritual energy.
Lu Fan smacked his lips. There was no doubt that spiritual liquid was an excellent resource for practitioners.
With the spiritual liquid, the speed of cultivating top-level practitioners will definitely be much faster.
Moreover, it was not just Lu Fan’s spiritual energy reserves that changed from spiritual energy to spiritual liquid.
Lu Fan can even condense the spiritual energy in the air into spiritual liquid!
In this way, Lu Fan can save a lot of spiritual energy.
With his spiritual consciousness surging, Lu Fan raised his hand and grabbed in the air.
Suddenly, the spiritual energy turned into a huge vortex and gathered in Lu Fan's palm, constantly compressing.
at last……
It turned into a round, crystal clear, azure blue spiritual fluid that looked like teardrops.
The spiritual liquid contained extremely powerful energy. Lu Fan could even detonate it with his spiritual consciousness! Was it caused by the high concentration of spiritual energy?
Lu Fan smiled.
In addition to the spiritual liquid, Lu Fan also received many other rewards.
What shocked Lu Fan the most was...
Familiar reward: “Phoenix Feather Sword x 2”.
This cool operation stunned Lu Fan.
My heart is surging.
The profound wave spread, the avenue roared, and the void was torn apart.
Two pitch-black holes were filled with an extremely terrifying pressure, and the loud cry of a phoenix resounded.
Two scarlet phoenix feather swords floated beside Lu Fan. They also had no handles and were like the tail feathers of a phoenix, emitting heat and sharpness.
Lu Fan looked at the three Phoenix Feather Swords and was speechless.
Was he planning to replace his Thousand Blade Chair with the Phoenix Feather Chair? However, he also remembered that when he introduced the Phoenix Feather Sword, there was a suffix of (incomplete) at the end of the introduction. How many Phoenix Feather Swords were there in total made Lu Fan quite curious.
A broken Phoenix Feather Sword is a top-grade Xuan-level sword. I can’t imagine the grade it would be if all the Phoenix Feather Swords were put together.
There is an inexplicable sense of anticipation in collecting small cards.
Just after Lu Fan completed the search for the reward.
The people who were alarmed by the thunder punishment finally crossed the Beiluo Lake and rushed to the Baiyujing Pavilion with concern.
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