She is devoted to cultivating immortality

Chapter 70 Skills, Intentions and Spirits
Taoist Qingyu was lucky enough to get a copy of this person's notebook, and was deeply influenced by him, so he tried to create his own visualization object.

There is no need to talk about what happened next. He succeeded, which can be regarded as inheriting the wishes of his predecessors.

“The way of painting has three levels: the first is skill, the second is intention, and the third is spirit.”

Xie Lian closed his eyes and closed the book for the time being.

The first two realms were not difficult at all. In fact, for Xie Lian, it was a natural thing. With the guidance of Taoist Qingyu's notes and her own amazing comprehension, she was able to master the techniques and paint the artistic conception quickly.

I still have this confidence.

Only the third point, to make the painting possess divine meaning, becomes extremely mysterious.

Similar to the story of "painting the dragon's eyes", although in reality it is not possible to paint eyes and the objects in the painting will come alive and fly away, but at least it should give people a feeling that they are close to living things.

This kind of thing cannot be described in words. It can only be judged by human instinct. It is clear at a glance whether it is alive or dead.

According to Taoist Qingyu, the reason why he was able to succeed was that he was extremely lucky. Firstly, he was very familiar with the Nine-Colored Divine Deer and had often dreamed about it in the past. He had felt a hint of its divine will. Secondly, it was also a coincidence. One day, he suddenly had an epiphany and broke through the bottleneck.

But moments like this are hard to come by, and he is not sure if he can be so lucky a second time. He can only say that it was luck after luck.

"Is it all luck?"

Xie Lian thought about it for a while, but didn't get too hung up on it.
Whether it works or not, just draw it first and see.

Even if she really can't succeed, it doesn't matter. She has plenty of paths to choose from.

After Xie Lian digested what she had gained over the past month, she put Qing Yu Miscellaneous Notes aside for the time being. She had only read less than a quarter of the content, so it would take some time to fully read it.

There is no need to rush for this, but it is time to get on track with painting the Golden Crow.

Zhuang Yan and the little white fox were surprised to find that although Xie Lian had put down the strange book that seemed like he would never finish reading, he was immersed in painting again.

Furthermore, when she was painting, she was almost in a state of oblivion, and even when they approached, she was not startled at all.

Sometimes she only drew a few strokes, and just when she could see some clues, she would be torn off and thrown aside.

Sometimes, she would finish drawing half of it and just when Erxiao was about to admire it, she would tear it up again.

The most hateful thing was that they had no chance to see even those paintings that Xie Lian had discarded. The old locust tree was always alert and would often roll them away with its branches and hide them secretly.

The angry little white fox jumped wildly.

"You ungrateful old tree, how can you be so stingy? The seniors didn't tell us not to look at it, so why did you hide it? You are a miser, you are ungrateful, you are a miser!"

But the old tree stood still, and no one knew whether it listened or not.

Another half month had passed. On this day, Xie Lian was painting again. This time the progress was very smooth. He thought he had a chance to finish his first painting. But just as he was about to finish, he felt irritated and knew immediately that he had failed again.

Before she could crumple the painting into a ball and throw it away, a cold wind suddenly blew, rolled up the scroll and flew into the air.

Fortunately, the old tree was highly alert and simply rolled it away and put it away.

But this gust of wind still made Xie Lian's hair flutter and his sleeves flutter.
She looked up and saw that the sky was gray and there was no sign of the sun.

An astonishing chill is gathering in the sky.

"I'm afraid this winter won't be easy..."

Xie Lian murmured.

Even if you become a practitioner, you will still feel powerless before the rules of heaven and earth.

For example, at this moment, a cold winter is about to come. In the eastern part of Qian Kingdom, the lives of countless people in the city are uncertain because of this cold winter.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter are four distinct seasons, each with its own characteristics, which is the basic rule for the operation of heaven and earth.
"When you come over tomorrow, bring an extra piece of clothing."

Xie Lian looked at Zhuang Yan and said calmly.

"Okay Aunt Lian."

Zhuang Yan tightened his clothes; the weather was getting colder and colder.

Xie Lian did not tell Zhuang Mochen about the information he had observed, because there was no need to do so. She was not the only one who was sensitive to the weather.

Those farmers who are busy in the countryside may not understand so many big principles, but they are not lacking in knowledge about the weather.

This year is going to be a cold winter!
The news quickly spread throughout Xiaoning County and even the entire eastern part of Qian State.

However, ordinary people in most places do not take it too seriously.

Extremely cold weather rarely occurs in the eastern part of Qian Country, and most of the time, the so-called cold winter is within an acceptable range.

Most of the county magistrates and county governors did not take this too seriously. They just sent memorials to the central government, informing them of the possible cold weather in the east that might cause disasters, and considered themselves to have completed their tasks.

As for Fengdu, there was no reaction. Memorials came in like snowflakes, but in the end they did not cause any waves.

It was suspected that there was a disaster, but it was not a real disaster. For the nobles and the emperor who were high above, these were undoubtedly two different things.

In comparison, the county magistrate of Xiaoning County is considered to be a responsible person.

At least under the leadership of Zhuang Mochen, the wealthy families in the city were mobilized to donate money and supplies, and a lot of winter supplies were prepared in advance.

Therefore, the county government is still quite confident about getting through this winter.

But whether it was Xie Lian, the county government, or ordinary people, they all underestimated the power of this winter.

The New Year is coming.

Xiaoning County became more lively than ever before. People from all over the country came into the city and began to buy New Year's goods.

Red lanterns are hung on the street, and a sense of the New Year emerges along with the bustling crowd.

Because the New Year was approaching, the school was closed early, so Zhuang Mochen had some free time and invited Xie Lian to go out for a walk.

The ancient New Year was quite rare for Xie Lian. She looked around with great interest. How should she put it? Compared with the bustling markets in her previous life, the atmosphere was there and even more intense, but the variety of goods in the market was not rich enough.

But there are still firecrackers and the like, and some families with some extra money will choose to buy some for their children.

The New Year is a carnival for street vendors. The whole street is filled with people hawking their wares. Even though the temperature is dropping, it cannot stop these people from making a fortune before the New Year.

"Mr. Zhuang has seen the world. I wonder what the difference is between the New Year's Festival in Fengdu and that in Xiaoning County?"

Xie Lian talked as he walked, and occasionally when he came across something that interested him, he would stop to play with it.

"In comparison, Fengdu is definitely more lively. The scene is grand, and the families of the dignitaries will come out to walk around. On the night of New Year's Eve, the emperor will go up to the city wall and have fun with the people... But that was many years ago. Now, the people who do this are either the crown prince or the fourth prince."

Zhuang Mochen had a smile on his face. Although he was talking about matters related to the court, he did not have the sad expression he had in the past when he mentioned these matters.

The joy of the New Year also diluted the deep depression in his heart.
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