Chapter 63 Single Wood Spiritual Root

It was impossible to go to Shen Yuzhu's place today. Shen Zhiyin returned to the room, ate some fruit, and began to practice.

After resting, they set out again the next day. This time, Shen Muye came with them.

The school was closed on Saturday. In the past, Shen Muye would definitely go out to hang out. No one cared about him anyway.

But today, he was packed up by his aunt and got on the car with her.

Fortunately, nothing happened on the road today. Shen Yuzhu's bodyguard came to pick them up and they arrived at the villa safely.

This small villa is well maintained. The green bamboos around it give people a cool feeling, and the air is filled with the fragrance of bamboo.

Although it is far from the big city, it has everything here. Shen Yuzhu doesn't have to worry about every aspect of life. There are special nannies and servants.

He just needs to be responsible for doing what he wants to do.

"Auntie, I'll take you to see my studio."

At this time, Shen Yuzhu had long forgotten what happened yesterday and took Shen Zhiyin to his studio.

Shen Zhiyin was stunned as soon as she entered.

In the studio of about 200 square meters, there were all kinds of landscape paintings of different sizes on the walls and shelves.

The scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter, mountains, rivers, seas and even extremely cold places seemed to be collected in this small studio.

Shen Yuzhu's paintings are very spiritual. Even if Shen Zhiyin stood here, it seemed that she followed Shen Yuzhu to see every place he had been to.

"Did you paint all these?"

Shen Zhiyin looked at him in surprise after reading it.

Shen Yuzhu nodded, and his bright face seemed to say, "Praise me, praise me." '

Shen Zhiyin gave him a thumbs up: "Your drawing is really good, show me your hand."

Shen Yuzhu blinked and stretched out a hand obediently.

Shen Zhiyin checked him and found that this guy actually had a single wood spiritual root, and just a simple check could feel the purity of his wood spiritual root.

Very good... another genius.

Shen Zhiyin took a breath of cool air.

Including Shen Muye, she checked two people in the Shen family and found two single spiritual root geniuses!

In her previous life, in the world full of cultivators, it was difficult for a big family to have two single spiritual root geniuses.

"What's wrong, little aunt, am I sick?"

Shen Zhiyin's movements were too much like taking a pulse. Seeing the rich and changing expressions on her face, Shen Yuzhu immediately became nervous.

"No."

Shen Zhiyin took a sip of milk and said in surprise: "Xiao Yuzhu, do you want to train with your brother?"

Shen Yuzhu thought of Xiaowu being chased by the big tiger and gasping for breath and quickly shook her head to refuse.

"No, no, I can't run fast!"

Shen Muye came over: "Auntie, does my third brother also have spiritual roots?"

Shen Zhiyin nodded: "Single wood spiritual root, wood spiritual root likes nature, the purer the spiritual root, the more obvious it is, so Xiao Yuzhu likes to run in the mountains."

"No wonder, there is such a saying."

"Also, look at Xiao Yuzhu's paintings, they are very spiritual, he must be very talented in talisman painting."

"I know talismans, but what are paintings? And there are also repair paintings?"

The two of them talked about Jing'er together, and Shen Yuzhu next to them wanted to interrupt, but found that she didn't know what to say at all.

"Yes, there are many ways to practice, just like what you said, there are top talents in all 360 professions."

This is actually true in the world of cultivation.

However, there are only a few mainstream ways of practice. There are few people who practice because of their personal hobbies, such as some people enter Taoism through business, some enter Taoism through cooking, etc.

"Enter Taoism through painting, paint the world and people, and you may be able to paint a small world in the end of practice."

She thought of a piece of news she heard in her previous life, that someone found a painting in a secret realm, and there was a small world in the painting. The natural treasures in the small world could be taken out, and the natural treasures from the outside world could also be placed in it to be raised.

It shocked many people.

Shen Yuzhu didn't understand the rest, but he understood one thing.

"Aunt, are you saying that your practice can help me paint better?"

Shen Yuzhu doesn't care about other things, but he cares a lot about his paintings.

Shen Zhiyin: "I don't know about the Tao through painting, but you can try it."

Shen Yuzhu nodded: "Yes, yes, yes, I want to try."

In fact, Shen Yuzhu is now in a bottle period. He has painted all the scenery he has seen. If he paints again, it will be repetitive.

He wants each of his paintings to be unique, even the same scenery should have different emotional colors.

During this period of time, he traveled to many places and painted many paintings that he was not very satisfied with.

Now the aunt gave him a new idea.

Although... this idea may be a little unscientific, isn't there a saying that the end of science is metaphysics?

He wants to try it.

For Shen Zhiyin, teaching one is also teaching, and teaching two is also teaching.

Moreover, they are all geniuses with single spiritual roots. It would be a pity to waste this talent.

"You don't need to train like your brother. I'll give you a book when you go back, and you can start by writing and drawing talismans with a brush."

​​Shen Muye was not happy: "Why? Why should I work so hard?"

Shen Zhiyin rolled her eyes: "Because Xiao Yuzhu's body is very clean."

"He has a wood spiritual root and likes to be close to nature. Every time he enjoys nature in the mountains and forests, the wood spiritual energy will wash his body."

"Maybe Xiao Yuzhu will draw the energy into his body before you."

Shen Muye was unhappy, looking at his brother's nose and eyes. He

decided to work harder when he went back, and he must draw the energy into his body before his third brother, otherwise where would his face be. When

he was unhappy, Shen Yuzhu was very happy.

"Auntie, I have an exhibition in half a month, do you want to go and see it?"

Every painter wants to have his own exhibition.

Even if he doesn't like to communicate with others, like Shen Yuzhu.

It seems that something is missing if he only appreciates his paintings by himself. He wants to share his paintings with people all over the world.

It's not for fame or money, nor for praise.

He just wants to share.

Maybe... just show off.

But this is a high-end show-off.

Shen Yuzhu is not short of money. In fact, he sells very few paintings. They are sold by some people who sincerely ask for them. They really like him and only sell them.

Most of them are kept by him, and given to family members and friends for free. As long as they cherish the paintings, he doesn't feel sorry at all.

"Little aunt, choose a few paintings here, I'll give you the ones you like."

Shen Zhiyin was not polite and chose two that she liked.

After looking at the paintings, they had lunch and ran into the mountains.

Several people carried backpacks and small hoes.

Shen Muye complained as he walked: "I'm really crazy to go out with you to dig bamboo shoots. Can I buy a bunch outside?"

Shen Yuzhu shook her head: "You don't know how to live at all. This feeling of finding things in the mountains by myself is very surprising and stress-relieving."

Shen Muye didn't believe it at all.

But when he really started digging, he was slapped in the face.

"There's one here."

"Where else, leave it to me!"

Shen Muye rushed over with a small hoe.