Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 9 The Tamed Third Uncle
Zhao Yifu successfully diverted his uncle's attention and made him stand quietly in front of him as a model.

Next, he will use the pen in his hand to completely reverse his uncle's stereotype of scholars.

He set up the desk and began to grind ink while thinking.

The previous exercise had already caused his blood and energy to boil, and now he had to let it calm down before he put pen to paper.

Because whether it is calligraphy or painting, you need to be calm and composed...at least that's what Zhao Yifu's teachers taught him.

So he slowly ground the ink, using this process to calm the qi and blood in his body.

And because he had recently gotten used to transferring the energy in his body to his fingers, he naturally used this technique in the process of grinding ink.

Actually, this is a way to restrain the vital energy and calm the restlessness.

He guided the energy in his body and slowly focused his attention on his fingertips.

Suddenly, he was touched. He looked up at the pose Zhao Yehe was posing at the moment, then he picked up a pen and drew the outline of a figure with a few strokes.

At this moment, he gathered his essence, strength and intention at his fingertips, and the outline had a real sense of layering.

Then he moved his brush very quickly, and the shapes of the characters in his paintings gradually became complete.

During this process, because his attention was completely focused, he gradually entered a state of complete selflessness.

Maybe an hour, or maybe only half an hour had passed. As soon as Zhao Yifu put down the last stroke, he felt dizzy.

His eyelids were drooping and he felt extremely exhausted.

But looking at the scroll in front of him again, he saw a mighty and majestic warrior leaping onto the paper. Zhao Yehe's majestic appearance was completely portrayed on the paper, and even magnified.

Anyone who sees this scroll can feel the heroic aura of the characters in the painting.

Zhao Yifu rubbed his aching temple and said, "Third Uncle, come and see if you are satisfied with this painting."

Zhao Yehe had already lost his patience. He quickly took two steps forward and stood beside Zhao Yifu. Just one glance and his eyes widened...

"Okay, okay...that's great...isn't this too good?"

He reached out to take the painting.

Zhao Yifu quickly pushed him away and said, "No hurry, there's one last step."

As he spoke, he quickly picked up the pen and signed the letter, and most importantly, stamped it with his own "letter seal".

As soon as the letter seal fell, Zhao Yifu felt a "small hurricane" gathering on the seal...

Zhao Yifu sighed: Has he been tamed like this?
"Are you ready? Are you ready?"

Zhao Yehe was very impatient.

Zhao Yifu stepped aside and said, "Okay, Third Uncle, this is my gift for you."

Zhao Yehe picked up the painting and looked at it with an intoxicated gaze, more obsessed than looking at his lover.

There was no way around it. The person in the painting completely ignored his height flaw, which was his biggest concern, and portrayed him as a heroic figure standing tall and proud. How could he not like him?
Seeing that his uncle no longer paid attention to him, Zhao Yifu said, "Uncle, I'm a little tired. I need to go to rest."

Zhao Yehe immediately said, "Go and rest up, get some sleep. You are the only scholar in the Zhao family now, you are precious!"

It was obvious that he had been completely conquered.

Zhao Yifu covered his head and returned to his room, but he didn't really sleep. Of course, he was not impatient to deal with the yang and spiritual energy gathered on the Zhenling Chapter.

He looked down at his right hand, which had previously held the pen, with an inexplicable expression.

Because at this moment his right hand was filled with a warm and sunny breath.

It is different from Yang and spiritual energy, but more like his own refined true energy.

These warm air were originally the essence that he guided and gathered in his palms, but now they have all transformed into a very calm and peaceful breath.

The problem was, he was so focused before that he didn't notice how this change happened?

He hesitated for a moment, then without further delay, he channeled all of this peaceful and tranquil energy into his Dantian. This path back along his arm actually opened up a lot of meridians in his right hand.

Then it flowed into his dantian, and he immediately felt that the true energy in his dantian had increased significantly.

Why was he so bold to introduce this energy into Dantian?
In fact, in his opinion, the warm energy gathered in his hands was even purer and gentler than the yang and spiritual energy transmitted from the Soul-Suppressing Seal.

If Yang and Reiki can be used, then there is no reason why these auras cannot be used.

Facts have proved that Zhao Yifu's approach was completely fine. It can even be said that these warm auras were the true qi that he had refined unknowingly!
This stream of true energy flowed into his dantian. Although the amount was not large, it already made his dantian feel stirring.

Perhaps the day when he truly breaks through the small Zhoutian is not far away.

He looked at the Soul-Suppressing Seal again and found that some yang and spiritual energy had accumulated on the seal.

Uncle San is alone, and the yang and spiritual energy he can provide is actually much less than that of his father. He is roughly like two loyal servants.

What is valuable is persistence.

Two hours have passed, and Uncle San's yang and spiritual energy are still there. Hasn't he stopped 'self-admiration'?

Zhao Yifu couldn't sit still anymore because it was time for dinner.

Ordinary families only eat two meals a day, but martial arts families like Zhao Yifu are accustomed to three meals a day.

When he went to call his third uncle to dinner, he was still staring at the scroll with an obsessed look on his face. He was so narcissistic that it was unbelievable.

"Uncle San, it's time to eat."

Zhao Yehe paused, and said with a sense of loss, "How could there be such a hero in the world?"

Zhao Yifu almost uttered a "Pooh" on the spot.

He had never seen such a shameless person.

Since Zhao Yehe was present at the meal, Wu Zhong did not sit at the table.

Zhao Yifu himself didn't care, but Zhao Yehe was not so easy to talk to.

After they had a quick meal, Zhao Yehe said to Wu Zhong, "This time, my elder brother asked me to bring two thousand taels of silver notes to buy property for Xin'er in Moyang City. First of all, this house is too small to look at. We will go buy a new one this afternoon."

Zhao Yifu said, "I'll go with you."

Zhao Yehe shook his head: "No, you should just stay at home and study. You are a scholar, and your uncle can handle such mundane matters."

Zhao Yifu thought that this was the reason why he felt uneasy, but his uncle was very enthusiastic about it and went out with Wu Zhong after lunch.

Zhao Yifu, on the other hand, was left alone at home and felt quite bored. After thinking for a while, he took out a book and started reading.

Being a scholar is good, but in the end it can only exempt two people from labor service and fifty acres of land tax. If possible, it is better to strive for a higher rank.

But as soon as he picked up the book and read the beginning, he felt a strong sense of sleepiness coming over him.

Well, he admitted that he didn't actually like reading, or even writing or painting, but this had become his means of making a living and practicing, so he could only wait and see.

Just at this moment, a slight "meow" sound came from outside the door.

He looked up in surprise, only to see a one-meter-long shadow of the sun shining into the door. A dark little head poked out from behind the threshold, looking inside with longing eyes.

This was a black kitten, no one knew where it came from, but it was staring at the cakes on Zhao Yifu's table, unable to move its eyes away...

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Yifu immediately dropped the book in his hand and couldn't help rubbing his hands together.

His hands were itching, and he couldn't resist the temptation to pet the cat.

Reading is not as fun as petting a cat.

(End of this chapter)