Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 99: Parting

In front of the incense table, a portrait of Emperor Wenheng was hung on the wall, and three sticks of bright incense were rising from the incense burner.

The seemingly miserable local official led Zhao Yifu to the table and bowed three times before standing up straight and said unhappily, "Master Junxin, since you have received the favor of the gods, how can you just put it away?"

"We should offer incense and burn offerings with due respect. Otherwise, we are inviting the gods without respect and will offend the gods."

The land kept chattering, but it also brought Zhao Yifu a lot of useful information.

At least he knew that the summoning picture also needed "maintenance".

Didn’t you see that Emperor Wenheng in the picture was happily stroking his beard, and then he got in the mood and started dancing with a sword?

The local governor of Bei County quickly called out to Zhao Yifu, "Good fortune! Young Master, you have encountered great fortune!"

"This is the teachings of the Emperor. Come and kowtow and express your gratitude."

Zhao Yifu didn't move.

His back was as stiff as if it had an iron bar welded to it.

Seeing this, the local official of Bei County asked curiously, "What's wrong with you..."

Zhao Yifu sighed, "The founder of our sect is also the founder of the sword. If I follow him and learn this sword tradition, I'm afraid the founder will be unhappy."

The landowner of Bei County said with an annoyed expression, "Sir, oh sir, how can you be so ignorant?"

"Emperor Wenheng is also the Martial Saint Emperor. It is so rare for an emperor to teach the way of the sword. No matter how powerful your ancestor's swordsmanship is, it can't be stronger than the emperor's swordsmanship, right?"

Seeing that Zhao Yifu was still reluctant, he persuaded him again: "Besides, I'm sure your ancestor won't mind if I inherit the Emperor's legacy."

Zhao Yifu said expressionlessly at this time: "No, he does mind."

"Huh? What?"

The land official in Bei County turned his head in confusion, but was then forcibly detained on the spot.

There is no way, a fight broke out in the Summoning Gods Picture.

Two little men, one with a beautiful beard and a big sword, the other in a Taoist robe with a long sword, just started fighting in the painting!
The knife skills are heavy and sharp, and the sword skills are elegant and agile, each with its own merits... They are truly worthy of being the two most capable fighters among the Wenchang Emperors.

"This...this...this is..."

The land of Bei County was trembling so much that he couldn't even speak in complete sentences.

Zhao Yifu's scalp was tingling and he had no idea what to do.

He could only pull the land god in front of him and said, "That is my ancestor, Emperor Fuyou."

"Lord of the Land, what should I do now?"

What could Beixian's land do? His only idea now was to plant a lemon tree behind his own land temple.

But even if he didn't chew the lemon, it would still be so sour that saliva would flow from his eyes.

He said, "Sir, how about you ask the two emperors to stop fighting?"

Zhao Yifu shook his head and said, "They didn't really fight. They were just demonstrating to me the principles of swordsmanship through their respective moves."

"Speaking of which, I'm quite troubled right now. It seems that I need to practice both sword and knife skills, but which one should I practice first?"

Sour...too sour...

The land in Bei County is already filled with sour water, and it cannot be stopped.

He suddenly had no idea about the summoning picture, but instead had some ideas about Zhao Yifu.

So he said, "Sir, I think our previous agreement can be revised."

Zhao Yifu frowned. He didn't like the idea of ​​changing something that had been decided.

However, the local governor of Bei County had already clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "I am Huang Lin of Bei County, a small god. I am willing to go through fire and water for the Zhao family for generations to come!"

Suddenly he expressed his loyalty seriously.

Zhao Yifu was confused for a moment, then he seemed to understand something.

Although he felt that this would definitely be beneficial to him, some things had to be said first.

He said, "Lord Huang, I cannot make any promises to you."

Huang Lin, the landowner, said, "I only ask that you take me in."

This expression is like a homeless orphan god who has finally found a home.

Zhao Yifu nodded and said, "Okay, I can only promise: if you don't let me down, I won't let you down."

Huang Lin immediately knelt down and kowtowed, setting the tone of master and servant.

The two emperors who were fighting fiercely over there also stopped, and actually stood side by side, looking over here and pointing, as if they were communicating something.

Zhao Yifu was stunned by the situation, and then he had a strange feeling.

At this moment, he only felt that he was the person in the painting, and the two emperors were like watching a play in the painting.

No, perhaps the concept of 'television' would be more accurate.

It seems that the two emperors are the protagonists of the TV series, and the fascinating thing about this drama is that they can interfere with the fate of the characters in the drama to a certain extent.

This feeling of identity confusion made Zhao Yifu feel dazed, and he felt that the world he was in was a false world of truth and falsehood.

He shook his head and came to his senses. Looking at the two big guys pointing fingers at him in the summoning diagram, he felt very pressured.

The master came suddenly, just as he left suddenly before.

And Emperor Wenheng didn't seem to mind squatting in the same picture with him. These two actually got along harmoniously?
However, not long after, the two began to dance with swords and knives again.

What’s even more annoying is that every time they completed a move, they would look at Zhao Yifu, as if to see if he was learning seriously.

At this moment, Zhao Yifu truly felt the pain of Senior Brother Wensheng.

It feels really bad to have someone press your head down while you practice.

"Well, Master, you need to practice, so I'll take my leave now."

As he said this, Old Huang flashed and dived into the ground.

He ran away tactfully, of course, because staying here was too stressful, and the "encouragement to study" from the two Wenchang Emperors was really unbearable.

Zhao Yifu had no choice but to learn it.

You can't just choose one to learn, you have to learn both.

Fortunately, he had inherited the sword skills from his family, and he also liked the free and easy style of swordsmanship, so he made good progress in swordsmanship.

His muscles are more suitable for bold and aggressive sword techniques, especially the sword techniques of Emperor Wenheng, so his sword techniques have made good progress.

But because of this, the two emperors always fight in the scroll, trying to compete and see who teaches better.

Zhao Yifu's heart quickly became exhausted in just a few days.

It’s not tiring to learn with one, or two people can take turns teaching him, but it’s really tiring to learn together like this.

When you are in trouble, you have to think of change. Zhao Yifu began to think of solutions.

The first thing he remembered was that his unfortunate situation had occurred after this picture of summoning gods was hung on the wall for worship.

So to solve this problem all we have to do is put this picture away?

Of course, the only problem is that now that the picture has been put on display, it is not easy to take it away casually.

So how do I put this picture away?

"Master, Emperor, the imperial examination is over. I am ready to pack up and return home."

He said this and rolled up the painting.

Ha, isn't that enough?
"Uncle Wu, pack my clothes, let's go home!"

He shouted happily.

At least on the road, he was quiet.

Wu Zhong came over unexpectedly and asked, "Second Young Master, are you leaving now? Aren't we going to wait for the results to be announced?"

Zhao Yifu said, "Let's go, there's so much to do at home, there's no time to waste here. After the results are announced, a clerk will send the news and documents to my senior brother Guanglong."

"By then..."

Zhao Yifu stamped his feet. The next moment, a middle-aged man in plain clothes appeared in front of them, circling around.

"I've met the young master."

Lao Huang seemed very respectful and got into the mood quickly.

Zhao Yifu said, "I'm leaving now. After the results are announced, officials will bring the documents over. Just bring them to me."

Old Huang was surprised that Zhao Yifu was so anxious to leave, but he didn't say much. He just replied, "Yes, sir."

At this moment, Wu Zhong looked at Lao Huang with a very vigilant expression.

Why?

He knew that he would eventually be replaced by a new person as he grew old and weak. He thought that he would be replaced by a young and beautiful woman, or by another loyal and capable member of the Zhao family.

But he never expected that the first person to challenge his position as the "chief servant" would be a land god!

This is fatal. Although he was mentally prepared, he felt that he could lose to the beautiful girl Qingyin who rubbed her waist, but he could not lose to an old man!
So, Wu Zhong's competitive spirit arose.

"Master, why don't you leave this old servant here? After all, if there is good news, there are still some things to deal with. Someone has to handle these things."

As he said this, he looked at Lao Huang provocatively, as if to say: You are useful, but not very useful.

Zhao Yifu listened and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, just let my senior brother handle those things for me. I want to go home now."

"Meow~"

Suddenly, Yiyi in his sleeve popped her head out and called out.

It also wants to go home.

After all, they have their own cats at home!

Wu Zhong also realized this, so he didn't feel depressed at all. Instead, he nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, I've been away from home for so long, I really need to go back and take a look."

He was more worried about the dog he had at home. He didn't know if the poor puppy was being bullied by the cats.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhong felt much better.

This land god who came to seek refuge only made things more convenient for Zhao Yifu at times. How could he have been integrated into every aspect of his life?

As expected, the only one who can defeat him in business is a beautiful girl...

Wu Zhong was immediately satisfied, and then he packed up his things quickly.

When leaving, Wensheng said goodbye reluctantly.

"Junior brother, why did you leave so soon? I still have a lot to say to you."

Zhao Yi Fu just listened to what was said. During this period, he had been with Wen Sheng day and night to urge him to practice, and he didn't seem to have much nonsense to say.

But since it's a farewell...

Zhao Yifu then began to warn him, "Brother, although I am leaving, you must not give up your cultivation."

"Also, although your confidence has been dampened recently, you must not give up your practice in the arts. After all, it is an important means for us to improve our cultivation."

"By the way, I heard that the elders in the sect were quite satisfied with the last literary gathering, so they are discussing making this a regular practice in the future... Senior Brother, you must be prepared for the next literary gathering."

Wen Sheng's face turned dark instantly. It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned this, but as soon as he mentioned it, he felt a shudder in his heart.

However, before he could respond, Zhao Yifu said, "Brother, in the next phase, you will begin to work towards the twelve main meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians. However, I think this should not be difficult for you, since you are not short of Yang and spiritual energy after all."

“Once all the meridians in your body are open, you will be able to experience the beauty of the harmonious interaction between man and nature.”

"I believe that by then, Senior Brother's artistic level will definitely be able to..."

Zhao Yifu began to give constant instructions, just like an old mother who was about to go on a business trip and was reluctant to leave her naughty son at home.

Wen Sheng couldn't hold it in any longer this time. He said impatiently, "Yes, yes, I understand. It's getting late. Junior brother, you should hurry up and get on the road, otherwise you'll miss the time."

I won’t pretend anymore.

Zhao Yifu glanced at his senior brother and knew that he was such a person.

"Okay, goodbye, brother."

"We'll meet again next time, and I hope we'll both be well by then."

Having said that, he turned and walked away casually.

This farewell has some of the worldly intentions of a cultivator.

It's unknown when we'll meet again. If Wen Sheng follows his master's instructions and cultivates well, he'll naturally live a long and healthy life, and we'll meet again someday. If Wen Sheng can't control himself, then the next time we meet, we'll probably be separated by the Yin and Yang.

They set off in silence, but gradually Zhao Yifu's mood became cheerful.

There was no other reason, the air of freedom was so fragrant, and the peace without the big guys forcing him to practice was so pleasant.

Just like Wen Sheng, who turned his back to the door with a sad face, when the door slowly closed and he heard the last touch, a relaxed smile gradually appeared on his face... It was great to have no junior brother there to act as a father.

……

"Sir, Zhao Yifu has left the city!"

In a manor somewhere outside the provincial capital, the young man was playing the flute when suddenly his men came and disturbed his interest.

The young master put down his jade flute, stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Finally you're out, but are you going out for some sightseeing?"

The subordinate said, "No, go straight to the ferry."

The young master was stunned, then hurriedly pulled up a cloak to cover himself and said, "Prepare your horses, and follow me!"

He didn't expect that Zhao Yi Fu was actually preparing to leave. Shouldn't a normal person stay until the results are announced at the beginning of next month?
It was not until this moment that the young man realized that he had never predicted Zhao Yifu's actions. Every time, his plan was disrupted by his unreasonable decision.

Now he realized that this was someone he couldn't control, so he had no choice but to chase after him.

Although it may seem a bit awkward to chase someone, at least I can stand in front of him, right?

It's cool to be the mastermind, but if the other person is never in your scene from beginning to end, then it's all in vain.

So he spurred his horse and galloped, trying to catch up, and finally saw Zhao Yifu, who had been uploaded, at the ferry at dusk.

He shouted loudly: "Young Master Zhao, please stay!"

Zhao Yifu was at a loss.

He saw the young man with red lips and white teeth galloping towards him, and he also felt that he still had some charm...

Bah, does he know this woman?

So he stood still, waiting for the other person to dismount, then he clasped his fists and asked, "Miss, what do you want from me?"

The young master's defense was broken as soon as he landed, and he said in a panic: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Zhao Yifu scratched his head: "Oh, you're not looking for me, sorry."

As he said this, he signaled Wu Zhong to set sail.

'Young Master' broke through the defense again.

She said, "I'm looking for you, Second Young Master Zhao!"

Zhao Yifu then turned around and said, "Hello, what is this lady's name?"

The 'Young Master' was very confused, then gritted his teeth and said, "I am Liu Ying, Young Master Zhao, please don't make a mistake!"

Zhao Yifu immediately said perfunctorily, "Okay, Mr. Liu, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Liu Ying took a deep breath to calm himself down before saying, "I came to see Master Zhao just to confirm one thing."

Zhao Yifu raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"

Liu Ying asked, "Will you become my enemy?"

Zhao Yifu laughed heartily upon hearing this, then he released his true energy from his feet and the boat sailed away from the shore.

He said, "Please rest assured, Mr. Liu, the Mozhou martial arts world will become as chaotic as you wish!"

Liu Ying stood on the shore and calmly watched Zhao Yi Fu go away. The subordinates beside him didn't understand why their master had come here.

Unexpectedly, Liu Ying suddenly smiled, turned around and whispered softly: "It's not him, that's good."

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