"Teacher, this..."

At this time, Ling Wan'er was dumbfounded and looked in disbelief. What just happened was simply amazing!

"This is the ability of a painter." Zhang Chuyao exhaled and said slowly.

"Is this the ability of a painter?" Ling Waner was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Master, I also want to become a real painter!" At this time, Ling Waner said very decisively.

"real?"

"Um."

Ling Wan'er nodded heavily. The magical scene just now had deeply attracted her. She was painting in the air, and the things she painted could show magical power!

Zhang Chuyao nodded and agreed: "Okay. I also hope that you can embark on the path of painting and go further and further."

Ling Wan'er was delighted, "Thank you very much, teacher!"

"But you have to remember that the master leads you in, and your practice depends on the individual. Although I have led you to this path, there is no way to guarantee how far you can go on this path!"

"Yes, students, please remember!"

Zhang Chuyao nodded silently, and then said: "After the test just now, I actually have a certain understanding. The internal skills and mental methods of practicing this painting are not randomly selected."

Ling Waner made a student salute: "Teacher, please clarify."

"I noticed that there seems to be a certain connection between the properties of this inner skill and the way of painting."

Ling Wan'er was stunned: "Contact?"

Zhang Chuyao did not answer immediately, but adjusted his Qi attributes, drew a vine in the air, and then tied up Yu Xiaotian again.

"Xiaotian, how about trying this vine?"

"Okay, Master."

This time, Yu Xiaotian broke the vines on his body without spending much effort.

Seeing this, Zhang Chuyao nodded thoughtfully, "Sure enough, my guess was good."

He looked at Ling Wan'er and said: "The Xiantian Qi I used before was cultivated by Changchun Gong, but this time I used the Tongzi Gong. Obviously, the vines drawn with Changchun Gong are better than those drawn by Tongzi Gong."

The merit is much more substantial.”

Ling Wan'er seemed to have some realization: "Teacher, what you mean is that different skills can affect the power of the things you paint?"

"You can say that." Zhang Chuyao nodded, and then asked: "So what kind of technique do you want to choose? You must know that the technique you choose may affect your painting in the future."

Ling Waner thought for a moment, and then asked Zhang Chuyao for advice: "Teacher, please give me some advice. I wonder which internal strength the teacher wants me to choose?"

Zhang Chuyao said: "I see that most of your paintings are about flowers and plants. You seem to be loyal to plants. My suggestion is to practice wood-attribute skills according to your preferences."

"Wood attribute?" Ling Wan'er thought about it and realized that it was not impossible. The vine-wrapped hand Zhang Chuyao showed just now really attracted her.

"Okay, teacher, the wood-attribute technique should be wood-attribute."

Zhang Chuyao nodded and said: "I have a wood-type Changchun Kung here that is not of high grade, but it is more authentic and stable. Are you willing to learn it?"

Ling Wan'er nodded without hesitation.

In fact, for her, the City Lord's Mansion did not have advanced wood-attribute skills, but he still chose the Changchun Kung Fu prepared for her by Zhang Chuyao.

"Okay, I'll teach you the technique right now."

Zhang Chuyao gave her the Changchun Gong with a gentle tap on her forehead.

When Ling Wan'er opened her eyes, she felt that her choice was right!

"Teacher, have I mastered Changchun Gong now?"

She discovered that just when she closed her eyes, she had a training skill in her mind, and there was also a flow of air in her body, which seemed to be what people often call internal strength.

"Well, your current realm has already begun, and it has reached the first level of the day after tomorrow." Zhang Chuyao said with a smile.

Hearing this, Ling Waner was very happy: "Thank you very much, teacher."

Zhang Chuyao nodded and continued: "In addition to painting, you must not let your internal skills fall behind in the future. Since you started late, I'm afraid you will have to work more on internal skills in the future."

"Students know."

Zhang Chuyao didn't say anything more, but walked to the desk, took out a piece of rice paper, wrote a line of small words, and handed it to Ling Waner.

"The rising sun brought Yao to Heaven and Shun to Earth."

Ling Wan'er glanced at it and felt that the handwriting was strong and penetrated the back of the paper. Such handwriting seemed to have an inexplicable artistic conception. It was indeed worthy of the eighth-grade calligraphy... She praised in her heart.

But she didn't understand what this line of words meant, "Teacher, these eight words are..."

Zhang Chuyao did not explain, but just said: "Transfer it to City Lord Ling for me, saying that it was...left by Xiaotian's grandfather."

Ling Wan'er seemed to understand something, and quickly folded the rice paper and put it away, then said goodbye to Zhang Chuyao solemnly, turned around and left.

After Ling Wan'er left, Yu Xiaotian couldn't help but ask: "Master, what are those eight characters?"

At this time, he was still confused.

Zhang Chuyao glanced at him lightly, and then slowly said three words: "Tianjimen."

Yu Xiaotian looked stern, lowered his head, and didn't ask any more questions. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhang Chuyao ignored Yu Xiaotian's abnormality, but took out a piece of rice paper again, cut out a piece of paper, wrote the same eight words on it, then handed it to Yu Xiaotian and ordered: "Go and deliver this piece of paper."

To a tavern in the south of the city."

"To whom?"

Zhang Chuyao pondered for a moment, "I just said I was looking for the young master..."

After Yu Xiaotian left, Zhang Chuyao meditated alone in the study.

Through the painting he just made, he discovered that miscellaneous studies are not actually that simple, and he deeply realized the truth of this world.

The road faces the sky, everyone goes to one side.

In this world, martial arts are not the only ones that can reach the end of the road.

It's like, for example, there are three thousand avenues, each of which is different, but all of them lead to the sky.

"Then, like playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, fortune-telling, and divination, can we all go to the great road?"

Zhang Chuyao frowned slightly, picked up the ink pen and quickly wrote the word "fire" on the rice paper!

He picked up the pen and put away the ink. When the word "Fire" was completed, he didn't know if it was an illusion. He just felt that the word "Fire" was full of heat waves coming from his face.

Bang!

The rice paper on the table was instantly ignited.

Zhang Chuyao hurriedly avoided it, waved his sleeves, and with the blessing of pure energy, he instantly extinguished the burning rice paper. Seeing that the table was now a mess, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Calligraphy and painting all have wonderful effects, and the chess and piano..."

Zhang Chuyao just wanted to give it a try, but he had no piano or chess at hand, so he gave up the idea.

"I remember that there was an old man with a magic harp in the world. He had a reputation for being evil. It is said that the sound of the harp can kill people without being seen... In this way, the Tao of the harp is not unpopular."

"I've never heard of a master of Yi Dao..."

"Alas." Zhang Chuyao sighed, "It seems that my knowledge is still shallow. I am very knowledgeable in this field of miscellaneous studies... Those like the legendary grass sage Zhang Xu and the painting fairy Wei Gui are probably really powerful.

It reaches heaven and earth!"

Zhang Chuyao couldn't help but sigh.
Chapter completed!