Spring and Autumn Confucian Heroes

Chapter 4
The galloping divine dragon, with its extremely powerful oppressive force, almost broke Huan Chang's liver and gallbladder.

"Certainly!"

At this moment, Xu Wang suddenly wrote the character 'fixed' in the air, and the divine dragon galloping out of the calligraphy and painting stopped in the air immediately.

"Destroy."

Xu Wang wrote the word 'mie' again, which almost condensed into substance, and the dragon that was baring its teeth and claws suddenly disappeared.

Huan Chang had personally experienced the power of the Shenlong, and immediately stared at Xu Wang with burning eyes, not only did not have the slightest fear, but his face flushed with excitement.

"Is this the ability to enter Taoism through calligraphy and painting?"

Xu Wang put down the brush and said with a smile: "How about it, is there a new experience?"

Huan Chang didn't speak, but nodded fiercely, his eyes full of longing.

He also hopes that one day he can reach the level of a master.

Seeming to see through Huan Chang's mind, Xu Wang said seriously: "Only in terms of talent in calligraphy and painting, you far surpass me."

"As long as you study hard, you will one day be able to enter the Tao with calligraphy and painting, and your achievements will be higher than mine."

"At that time, you can directly cross the realm of ascending the hall, comprehend the true energy from the Tao, and become a real martial artist in the realm of entering the house."

When Huan Chang heard this, he was even more excited.

Although martial artists in the Kyushu mainland have a high status, it is very difficult to become a martial artist.

Take Yang Feng as an example. He started practicing martial arts ten years ago, and now he is 25 years old, and he can reach the peak of his career.

Yang Feng wanted to cultivate true energy from the outside to the inside, but he didn't know how long it would take, and he might even be stuck here forever.

However, as long as Huan Chang can comprehend something, he can directly cross the realm of ascending the hall and become a master of entering the realm of the house.

Aside from the joy, Huan Chang also felt a little puzzled, and asked: "Master, ordinary warriors practice external skills, and only after they have achieved great success can they have true energy."

"In this way, wouldn't the physical strength of these ordinary warriors be much stronger than mine?"

With great success in horizontal practice, even ordinary swords will not be seriously injured. If these people cultivate true energy, it will be even more terrifying.

Huan Chang was also worried that he would be much weaker than those warriors who cultivated their true qi from the outside to the inside.

Xu Wang laughed when he heard the words, and said: "If you can possess true energy, you can use it to temper your body from the inside out."

"As long as you persevere, your physical fitness will also increase significantly, and it will not be much worse than those warriors who cultivate their true energy through horizontal training."

Hearing Xu Wang's words, Huan Chang let out a long sigh of relief, and an expression of eagerness to try appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Xu Wang said with a serious face: "Although you are very talented, it is not easy to enter Taoism with calligraphy and painting."

Huan Chang restrained his face and said: "I also ask the master to teach me."

Xu Wang said: "If you want to use calligraphy and painting to enter Taoism, you must be able to integrate your energy into calligraphy and painting, and reach the realm of finishing touches."

"At that time, the words you wrote represented your own will; the paintings you made could also become murderous weapons."

"Actually, with your current state, you are only a short distance away from the state of calligraphy and painting. Maybe you can reach the point of finishing touch with just one opportunity."

"It's just that you need to grasp this opportunity by yourself, and no one can help you."

Huan Chang nodded heavily and said, "I understand."

Xu Wang smiled gratifiedly, and then said: "You don't need to paint anything else in the future, you just need to go into the mountains and be with rhubarb every day."

"As long as you can draw a picture, condense your energy and spirit, the tiger roars in the mountains and forests, and give life to the tiger, you can achieve the finishing touch."

"Rather than dispersing your energy, it is better to specialize in one area. This is true for martial arts, and the same is true for calligraphy and painting."

As for Rhubarb, it is a huge tiger.

This fierce tiger came to the village to hurt people, but was subdued by Xu Wang, and never dared to hurt people again.

It was also because of that incident that Yang Feng knew that Xu Wang, an old man who was addicted to alcohol, was actually a hidden expert.

This is how Yang Feng became a teacher.

Since then, the people in the village have become more respectful towards Xu Huang, his master and his apprentice.

When Huan Chang got the explanation from his master, he felt overwhelmed and went to the mountains every day to accompany rhubarb with full of enthusiasm.

……

In the forest, a fierce tiger stands proudly.

The tiger is majestic and majestic, but there is a hint of human helplessness on its face.

Not far from the tiger, Huan Chang was sitting on the ground with a drawing board in front of him, holding a black brush, concentrating on drawing the image of the tiger.

As time passed, a fierce tiger appeared on the rice paper, lifelike.

Even the best painters will feel ashamed when they see this picture of a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests.

The fierce tiger roaring in the mountains and forests in front of him is more lifelike and has a different kind of power than the calligraphy and painting that Huan Chang sold at a stall in the city.

If this painting is sold to those high-ranking officials and nobles who know the goods, it can even sell for a sky-high price of a hundred silver.

In fact, every one of Huan Chang's paintings is no worse than the works of those masters, or even worse.

That's why, Xu Wang told Huan Chang at that time that calligraphy and painting should not be sold cheaply.

It's just that Huan Chang's painting now is not for selling money, but for comprehending the finishing touch.

"Hey, it still lacks a touch of charm."

Huan Chang put down the brush in his hand, looked at the tiger that had been drawn, instead of showing the slightest smile on his face, his brows were tightly frowned.

Sighing deeply, Huan Chang actually tore the picture of the fierce tiger roaring in the forest to pieces.

Fragments of paper drifted in the wind and scattered in the mountains and forests.

The fierce tiger standing in front saw Huan Chang's move, and the beard at the corner of his mouth trembled a few times, with deep helplessness on the tiger's face.

Huan Chang himself seemed a little downcast as if he didn't see the tiger's expression.

He shook his head, and said to himself: "This is already the ninth picture of the tiger roaring in the mountains, but it has never reached the point that the master said is the finishing touch."

The finishing touch is a very high state in calligraphy and painting.

In order to achieve this state, it is necessary to give life to the animals and plants in the work, so that they can live for a short time.

Although Huan Chang's tigers are already very charming, they are always missing something, and he has never been able to achieve the finishing touch.

Rubbing between his brows, Huan Chang felt deeply tired.

It is definitely not an easy task to create nine consecutive paintings of fierce tigers roaring in the mountains and forests, each of which condenses all the energy and spirit.

"The master said that painting is the same as practicing martial arts. Don't be greedy for merit. Let's stop here for today's practice."

Huan Chang took a deep breath, looked up at the helpless tiger standing beside him, but there was a smile on his face.

He took a few steps forward, came to the side of the tiger, stroked its neck lightly, and then said: "Dahuang, I really want to thank you today, my homework has been completed."

The tiger seemed to be able to understand human speech, and immediately the tiger roared, with a look of surprise in its eyes.

Smiling and scratching the tiger's itch, Huan Chang said, "I will come to you again in a few days, and I will definitely show the majestic figure of Da Huang."

Tiger, who was surprised and pleasantly surprised, lost his expression again.

Huan Chang laughed a few times, then picked up his painting basket, and said to the tiger, "Rhubarb, go and play by yourself, don't hurt anyone."

After speaking, Huan Chang walked down the mountain step by step.

This is the territory of Rhubarb, there are no other beasts, and Huan Chang is not afraid of being attacked.

On the way back, Huan Chang kept thinking.

He felt that he was only a little away from reaching the finishing touch state.

"What's wrong?"

To write and paint, one must be calm. During this period of time, Huan Chang kept cultivating his body and nourishing his energy, and he has always been calm.

But now, Huan Chang couldn't help feeling a little impetuous.

After returning home, it was already night, and Huan often tossed and turned in bed, but it was always difficult to fall asleep.

"A Chang!"

At some point, Xu Wang had already come to the bedside and called softly.

"master."

Huan Chang was startled, and hurriedly sat up from the bed.

In the dark night, Xu Wang's eyes were as bright as stars, and he said, "Continuing to be with Rhubarb in the mountains will no longer allow you to make breakthroughs."

"From today onwards, you will go to various villages to exorcise the evil spirits for the villagers."

"Exorcise evil spirits?"

Xu Wang nodded and said: "I once told you that if you want to enter Taoism with calligraphy and painting, you must integrate your own energy and spirit into it."

"The words you write represent your own will."

Huan Chang savored Xu Huang's words carefully, and remembered the two words written by the master that day, but his heart was shocked.

Until now, Huan Chang still remembers that after the word "fix" was drawn in the air, the galloping dragon could no longer move.

Afterwards, with the word 'Mie', the vicious dragon vanished into thin air.

The two characters Xu Wang wrote in the void at that time also represented his own will, and this is the real way to enter the Tao through calligraphy and painting.

"Master, I understand."

Hearing Huan Chang's voice, Xu Wang was overjoyed and left the bedroom.

"I have been with Rhubarb for less than a month, and the picture of the tiger howling in the mountains and forests I created can reach this level. Such aptitude is rare in the world!"

Even if he is as picky as Xu Huang, he is very satisfied with Huan Chang's performance.

In the following period of time, Huan Chang did not enter the mountains again, but walked in various villages and helped many villagers.

Some children were frightened and cried every day. The villagers invited witch doctors but they couldn't cure them.

After Huan Chang passed by, he wrote the word "Ning" on the rice paper, and then put the rice paper beside the child, and the child stopped crying.

Some villagers yelled and scolded each other, no matter how others persuaded them, they still blushed and their necks were thick.

After Huan Chang passed by, he blew a tune softly, and the villagers who were arguing with each other gradually quieted down.

Later, Huan Chang gave each of them a "和" character. Within three years, the neighbors never quarreled again.

Huanchang's miraculousness also made the villagers regard him as a Wenqu star descending to earth, and was respected by many villagers.

For a month, Huan Chang used this method to constantly feel the finishing touch.

Every time he seems to comprehend, but always without success.

"After all, it's still a little bit worse."

(End of this chapter)