Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 88 The Grandmaster Came to See His Young Disciple

After his master's Yin spirit left, Zhao Yifu began to consider whether he should make use of the summoning map. If used properly, this thing could be used as a self-defense tool like a square seal.

Just as he was pondering, he heard a noise coming from the door.

It was his father, Zhao Yunhe's voice: "Wu Zhong, why are you standing at the door with your lunch box instead of going in?"

Wu Zhong's voice: "Master, the Second Young Master has important matters to attend to in the courtyard. This old servant dares not disturb him."

Zhao Yunhe said, "Okay, it's right to send you to take care of Jun Xin."

"But he didn't eat anything for dinner, so he must be hungry now..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yifu hurried to the gate of the courtyard, pushed it open and said, "Father, I'm ready now."

Wu Zhong bowed to Zhao Yifu from a distance, then walked into the inner hall with the food box.

Zhao Yifu chatted with Zhao Yunhe for a few words and then followed him in.

He said, "Father, why are you here to see me?"

Zhao Yunhe said, "Nothing special, just to see if there is anything missing from Junxin's article."

Is this the old father preparing to mend the relationship between father and son?
Zhao Yifu couldn't help but smile, but in fact he didn't care much.

He said, "Brother, are you awake?"

Zhao Yunhe said happily, "He woke up, ate some porridge, and then went back to sleep. Hong Shu said that this was all thanks to the magic of your elixir, and I agree with you."

Zhao Yifu listened to his gratitude, but suddenly said thoughtfully: "My elixir is a recipe from my master, so of course it is good."

"But now the rest has been used up, and I need to refine some more for my brother to take."

Zhao Yunhe immediately understood what was going on and said, "Just tell me what you need, Junxin."

Zhao Yifu fetched a pen and paper, quickly wrote out a prescription, and said, "These are the herbs needed for Chaoyuan Yiqi Pills. Father, could you please gather as many as you can for me?"

"The main function of this elixir is to regulate internal qi and nourish the internal organs. It has an excellent recovery effect on internal injuries."

"Aren't there three injured members of the clan in the village? If I can refine this pill, it should be able to help them recover."

Zhao Yunhe nodded happily after hearing this and said, "Don't worry, Junxin. We at Shenhe Villa have accumulated a lot of medicine for three generations. Let me check the medicine storehouse. There should be some stored there."

Zhao Yi Fu was quite satisfied after hearing this. He felt that it was really comfortable to have a big family as his backer. No wonder those independent cultivators wanted to be guests in the rich families.

He then quickly wrote down a pill recipe and said, "Also, this is the recipe for the 'Treasure Dragon Bone Pill'. The more precious the ingredients, the better the effect. It might be very effective for old injuries to the bones and muscles."

After hearing this, Zhao Yunhe quickly put it away and took a look at it, then his expression gradually became serious.

He said, "Many of the elders in my family have suffered from muscle and bone injuries for many years. If this elixir can cure them..."

There is no doubt that he has realized the importance of these two recipes.

However, Zhao Yifu thought about it, laughed and shook his head, and quickly wrote out another prescription.

This recipe is roughly the same as the previous one, except that the dosage has been adjusted to some extent.

He said, "My third uncle used to envy my second uncle, saying that he was quite envious of his increased strength after taking the 'Cuizhen Longgu Pill'. Now I've adjusted the medicinal properties and written him an article called 'Cuizhen Qianggu Pill'. Long-term use should help strengthen the body and bones."

Zhao Yunhe looked at the recipe and didn't react at first, then suddenly pondered, "Jun Xin, can this pill be given to young children?"

Zhao Yifu was also quite surprised. He then took out the pill formula and modified it a bit, saying, "I replaced some of the overly potent ingredients. Now this pill formula should be safe for children."

Then he thought of something and looked at Zhao Yunhe and said, "If this is given to a child from a young age, then when they grow up, they will probably be considered to have 'natural powers' in the eyes of the world!"

Zhao Yunhe carefully stored the three recipes and said, "Just these three recipes will allow our Shenhe Villa to be passed down for a thousand years!"

"Jun Xin, your contribution to the Zhao family is beyond measure. How about..."

Zhao Yifu immediately waved his hand and said, "No, I don't want to take away Big Brother's position as the head of the family. Big Brother has made it through now, and he is the most suitable head of the family."

Seeing Zhao Yunhe's disappointed expression, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Father, I have another prescription here, but it's useless to the family. It's for my personal use..."

Zhao Yunhe spread his hands and said, "Why don't you bring it over?"

"What personal needs?"

"Your business is my business, so stop talking nonsense."

Look, fatherly love is here.

Zhao Yifu used to be a nobody, so his father’s love ignored him.

Now look at...

Zhao Yifu didn't feel the "warmth and coldness of the world", after all, human nature is like this.

He was ignored by his father earlier, not because his father did not love him, but because this love did not carry much weight in his father's heart.

Now his father loves him above all else, and the weight of this love is above all else.

Zhao Yifu got what he wanted.

The century-old collection of Shenhe Villa was beyond his imagination.

In fact, he was quite confused. Where did so many precious medicinal herbs and spices come from in this farm?
He only got the answer when Hongshu came to help him sort out the herbs.

Hong Shu said, "Don't be surprised. My grandfather and your great-grandfather were close friends back then. They both had aspirations to pursue the Dao, so they worked together to learn from each other."

"My grandfather wanted to try alchemy, so your great-grandfather helped me collect many precious medicinal herbs."

"Even this tradition continues to this generation, but these medicinal herbs are collected for me... But unfortunately, I haven't inherited my grandfather's Taoist tradition yet."

"As for you, after you joined the famous family, the medicinal herbs here have become useful, and your sister and I have also benefited greatly."

Zhao Yifu understood.

However, he discovered something very interesting: in the mouths of those around him, his father's generation had been lowered by him...

Zhao Yifu didn't care. He had already selected the necessary spices and prepared to make the incense for the second time.

As for other pills like 'Cuizhen Longgu Pill' and 'Chaoyuan Yiqi Pill', Hong Shu was asked to refine them. Zhao Yifu suspected that these pill recipes were specially selected by his master and could be refined by mortals, just for his family.

But seeing Hong Shu working wholeheartedly for the Zhao family, he couldn't help but ask, "Sister Hong, which elder in your family do you like?"

Hong Shu was stunned for a moment, then spat at Zhao Yifu and said, "You little kid, you're meddling in adult matters?"

Zhao Yifu quickly smiled and said, "Isn't it because I think Sister Hong is gentle and skillful, and I'm worried that you will suffer alone?"

Hong Shu said, "You are such a smooth talker. Your sister Hong will probably never get married in her lifetime. Anyway, it is very satisfying to watch the younger generations of your Zhao family thrive."

Zhao Yifu didn't know whether Sister Hong had experienced anything or whether she really had her own ideas.

He smiled and changed the subject, then started making incense to worship the gods.

This was his second time making incense for offering to the gods, and he was quite adept at it.

The process of making incense is complicated, but he simplified the steps with his true Qi and made five large incense sticks in just two days.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to make more, but he has almost used up all the spices in the farm that can be used to make incense.

When all this was done, he unfolded the map for summoning the gods.

The God Summoning Picture is a rare treasure, and he is not sure what effect it can achieve.

As for the gods we invite...

Zhao Yifu had two choices in his mind: one was Emperor Fuyou, and the other was Emperor Wenheng.

Nonsense, these two emperors have a connection with him.

So he picked up his brush and began to paint the image of Emperor Fuyou in his memory.

Then he lit a stick of incense in front of the painting, and then he didn't know what to do but wait.

Slowly, when the incense had burned down by a third, Zhao Yifu felt that the face of the character he was painting had changed, whether it was an illusion caused by the burning incense or something real.

It should be said that the figure's face seemed to have become much more handsome! He found something wrong.

The Emperor Fuyou that I painted was a character formed by the changes in many legends in later generations. In this case, the facial makeup of the statue must have undergone many changes, and it is probably not the true appearance of the god.

When the transformation was complete, Zhao Yifu saw a Taoist priest who looked romantic and unrestrained on the scroll.

This Taoist sat with a sword on his back, a guqin placed before him, and a Go game on the stone table beside him...

It's magical. This painting has nothing to do with his previous paintings, and it's completely different.

Zhao Yifu looked at the person in the scroll curiously and touched his face. He didn't expect that this ancestor was even more handsome than him.

"I've met the ancestor."

He bowed deeply.

However, the master in the painting didn't even bother to look at him, but just kept plucking the strings of the zither.

Zhao Yifu was a little confused.

Then he called his grandfather over and said, "Grandpa, look at what kind of piano is being played?"

Peng Hu had been absorbed in cultivation these past two days. When he was called over in a daze, he took a closer look and couldn't take his eyes off.

Why is this?

Because he seemed to see a piece of heavenly music!
Although the skills I learned in my early years have been abandoned, some things have been engraved into my bones.

He quickly took out a pen and paper and wrote down the master's fingering techniques in the scroll...

This becomes a unique piece of music.

Strangely enough, after Peng Hu wrote down the music score, the master in the painting stopped plucking his fingers and just sat there motionless.

Seeing this, Zhao Yifu thought of something and quickly took out another piece of paper to record the endgame on the stone table next to him.

Although he was not good at chess, he had taken basic courses when he was a child and knew that this endgame might be extremely valuable.

He then said with regret: "It's a pity that no calligraphy or painting works were given."

However, as if in response to his words, two more lines of ink appeared on the scroll...

[This meeting is not without fate, the whole courtyard is full of beautiful scenery. 】

[A sword flew through the air, startling the old dragon sleeping in Dongting.]

Good guy, really good guy.

Zhao Yifu was stunned.

These two lines of running script are vigorous and powerful, yet contain ethereal imagery; they are truly excellent calligraphy.

And looking at the way the sword moves, it looks like a sword technique. If the Pure Yang Sword Vein sees it, they might rush to grab it.

As for the first line of the poem, "This meeting is not without fate", it exactly corresponds to the fate entry "fate and fate" in Zhao Yifu's soul, which is really interesting.

And the last sentence 'Dongting awakens the old sleeping dragon' immediately reminded Zhao Yifu that the Fairy Lake where he was was actually called Dongting in ancient times.

Well, it was consistent with some of the names in his previous life. He suspected that there might be extremely mysterious mutual interference between different worlds.

He was really touched at this moment.

He had originally planned to say hello to the ancestor and then let Emperor Wenheng take over, but now he can't bear to do so.

He couldn't help but secretly resent it, wishing there was a second picture for summoning the gods.

It is impossible to have good things without someone to share them with.

Although grandpa is an object of sharing, he is too weak and not high enough to be interesting.

So he immediately folded a piece of paper and sent it to his master, asking him to come back and take a look at it in the evening.

But it was still early, and the master would have to wait until dark to see the painting.

He could only blame his master for not yet cultivating the Yang God. If he had cultivated the Yang God, he could be summoned anytime and anywhere.

Zhao Yifu muttered to himself.

In the evening, Liang Zhongzhi arrived as promised.

Zhao Yifu unfolded the scroll again. Liang Zhongzhi looked at the inscription and the picture in the scroll for a long time without saying a word.

"I see, it's actually like this..."

Liang Zhongzhi was stunned. He entered a state of complete stupidity and even cried with joy.

As his emotions fluctuated more and more violently, his entire Yin Spirit could no longer be maintained and began to disintegrate.

The mind must be stable when the Yin Spirit leaves the body, otherwise it will return and waste the spiritual thoughts.

At this time, Zhao Yifu seemed to see the ancestor in the scroll shaking his head and making a "tsk" sound, probably not very satisfied with this generation of mortal disciples.

Zhao Yifu quickly bowed deeply in front of the scroll, apologizing to his master.

The person in the scroll waved his hand in annoyance, and then turned into dots of ink that scattered onto the ground and then disappeared.

The scroll was also empty, becoming a 'blank slate' again.

Zhao Yifu didn't mind seeing this. After all, it was good that the big boss left on his own. He could still try to paint the portrait of Emperor Wenheng.

But after a while, Liang Zhongzhi came back.

He stared at the empty scroll in a daze.

Then two more Yin spirits came through the wall... They were the Yin spirits of Mr. Cangqiu and Yi Daozi!
These two are here too.

Of course I came!

But the scroll was empty, and the three of them understood.

Liang Zhongzhi smiled bitterly and said, "Jun Xin, I'm sorry to have caused you trouble."

He was very sorry. He felt that it was because of him that he had angered the master and caused him to leave.

Of course, the fact is also true.

But the reason why he was so embarrassed was that for him, or for all the disciples of the Chunyang Sect, it was an extremely difficult task to invite the ancestor to show his divine power.

In Liang Zhongzhi's mind, he was ruining Zhao Yifu's opportunity.

No, it should be that Zhao Yifu was kind enough to share the opportunity with him, and he did something stupid.

So Mr. Cangqiu beside him said bluntly: "It seems that your mental concentration is not strong enough. You should continue to hone it."

What could Liang Zhongzhi say? He could only clasp his fists and say, "Teacher Cangqiu is right."

Yi Daozi shook his head regretfully.

At this time, Zhao Yifu said, "Master, I did memorize the fragments in the painting, and my grandfather also memorized the master's fingering and compiled it into a score. However, due to my limited calligraphy skills, I cannot imitate the poem in the painting."

Liang Zhongzhi felt much better after hearing this and said, "It's okay. I've already memorized the poem, so I can copy it..."

He was interrupted before he could finish.

Yi Daozi immediately jumped to the front and asked, "Endgame? What endgame?"

Mr. Cangqiu immediately pushed Yi Daozi aside and said, "Qin music sheet? Where is it? And who is your grandfather?!"

At this moment, Zhao Yifu felt like he was being besieged by ghosts, and three Yin spirits surrounded him...

　Two chapters today

　　
　
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