"The seat has arrived!"

  What entered people's eyes was a commercial metropolis with endless shops.

  Xicheng is a commercial giant in North China with a history of thousands of years.

  A thousand years ago, the Northern Army General Xi Yuan established this city and moved his family to Xicheng. Since then, the descendants of General Xi have flourished in Xicheng, and after a thousand years of development, the city has become a commercial giant.

  Two big families in Xicheng, the Xi family and the Hua family. The Xi family is the family of General Xi from a thousand years ago, while the Hua family is the family of Vice-General Hua of the Northern Military, who is currently in power. One of these two big families has been around for a thousand years, while the other is a newly risen aristocratic family of the current dynasty.

  Su Dao Xing's mother, Xi Meng Zheng, was a member of the Xi family. She was once a renowned talented woman in Suicheng, famous for her literature and painting skills.

  Xī Mèng owns a property in Xī Chéng, where she has established an art gallery. The gallery sells famous paintings and ancient paintings, and her own works are also sold within the gallery.

  Su Dao Xing and his group entered Xi City, passing through the bustling streets, and arrived at a somewhat quiet street.

  Xie Meng's painting gallery is located on a quiet street corner.

  Su Hongzhu led the way in front, and a group of people arrived at a painting gallery.

  The gallery is a two-story building. The three rooms on the first floor are where ordinary paintings are sold, and the second floor is where valuable paintings are sold.

  "The bride is here."

  Two male painters and a female painter inside the painting hall saw Su Hong Zhuang and hurriedly greeted her.

  Su Hong Zhuo and three painters exchanged greetings.

  "The painter is upstairs." A painter who knew Su Hong Zhuo had come to find Xi Meng pointed upstairs and said in a low voice, "Hua Zong Shi is admiring paintings upstairs, you'd better wait until he leaves before finding Xi Hua Shi."

  Su Dao Xing had the porters unload the gifts into the painting gallery and then gave them some money as a reward, sending them on their way.

  Su Dao Xing, Yue Tian Wu, Su Hong Zhuang slowly walked to the staircase leading from the first floor to the second floor.

  At the stairs, two Wu Wang guards gazed at Su Dao Xing with cold eyes. Yu Tian Wu and Su Hong Zhuang warned: "Hua Zong Shi is appreciating paintings upstairs, no idle people are allowed to ascend."

  "What a big tone." Su Hongzhuo swept the two Wu Wang with an unhappy glance, "The painting hall is not opened for Master Huazong alone, he can go up to the second floor, and we can also go up to the second floor."

  "Get out!" a Wu Wang guard roared at Su Hongzhuang.

  Su Dao Xing saw the guards scolding Hong Zhuang's master and casually flicked out two clumps of spiritual energy to immobilize the two guards.

  The two guards could only roll their eyes, unable to move their limbs in the slightest, staring at Su Dao Xing in terror.

  Su Dao Xing, moon sky dance, Su Hong Zhuang stepped onto the second floor.

  On the second floor, a dignified woman is introducing a painting to a middle-aged man.

  That woman is Xi Meng. The years have left their mark on her face, but she remains noble and beautiful, with a hint of elegance in every gesture.

  That middle-aged man was exactly Huazongshi in Weishi's mouth.

  "Who allowed you to come up?" Hua Zong Shi sensed that Su Dao Xing and his group had climbed up to the second floor, and his face showed displeasure. "Didn't this master instruct the guards not to let idle people climb the building?"

  Su Dao Xing took a step forward in the morning, and the powerful Sect Master aura on his body spread towards Hua Zong Shi.

  "A newly promoted Grandmaster." Huazongshi refused to show weakness, and the aura of a grandmaster emanated from him towards Su Daowu.

  Two people were competing in a contest of strength and energy.

  Su Dao Xing took a step forward with the gentle breeze and light clouds, while Hua Zong Shi was forced to take a step back. Like this, Su Dao Xing stepped forward one by one, and Hua Zong Shi retreated backward one by one.

  The two men's strengths and weaknesses were immediately apparent.

  Hua Zong Shi's old face turned red with shame, and he let out a dissatisfied cold hum before immediately leaving the second floor.

  "Young Master, please remove the seals from my two guards." Master Hua saw that his two guards were immobilized and tried to remove the seals from them but failed. Having no other choice, he asked Su Dao to lend a hand.

  Su Dao Xing casually flicked out two clusters of spiritual energy, dispelling the restraints on the two guards' bodies.

  "Red makeup, is this young master and miss here to buy paintings?" Xī Méng asked Sū Hóng Zhuāng.

  Su Hong Zhuang glanced at Su Dao Xing.

  Su Dao Xing bowed and said: "Your son Su Dao Xing pays his respects to Mother."

  "Da Sheng!" A solemn-faced Xi Meng suddenly had tears in her eyes, "My son Da Sheng."

  "It's me, Mother." Su Daowei said with moist eyes looking at Xi Meng.

  Su Dao Xing was eight years old when his mother took his sister and brother back to Xi City. From then on, the two never saw each other again. In a flash of several years, they were both unfamiliar with each other's faces, but that kind of blood connection and kinship was not unfamiliar at all.

  Xie Meng sat in front of Su Dao Xing, her hands touching his cheeks as she tearfully apologized. In this life, she felt that the person she owed the most was her eldest son.

  Su Dao Xing used to have some grievances towards his mother, but now that they've met again, all those grievances have vanished into thin air. He just hopes to spend more time with his mother, not doing anything in particular, just being together for a meal, chatting, and enjoying the quiet moments.

  Yuè Tiān Wǔ and Sū Hóng Zhuāng were both moved to tears by the mother-son affection of Su Dào Xǐng and Xí Mèng, secretly wiping away their tears.

  Xue Meng and Su Dao Xing sat down together, starting to chat about each other's experiences over the years, completely unaware that the sun had already set.

  Su Dao Xing, Moon Sky Dance, Su Hong Zhuang lived in a separate courtyard behind the painting institute.

  The next morning, Xi Meng got up early and made breakfast for the three of them.

  Su Dao Xing, Moon Sky Dance, Su Hong Zhuang all felt the warmth of home.

  Yuè Tiān Wǔ was surrounded by the people of the Yuè clan since she was a child, and was treated like a treasure. She didn't experience the coldness and warmth of human relationships. Sū Dào Xǐng, on the other hand, grew up in someone else's home, so he naturally experienced the coldness and warmth of human relationships. As for Sū Hóng Zhuāng, she was an orphan since childhood, and her experiences with human relationships were the most profound.

  Ximei's daily work is painting on the second floor.

  Su Dao Xing, Yue Tian Wu, Su Hong Zhuang looked at Xi Meng painting.

  Xī Méng has been immersed in painting for twenty years, and her skills have reached a high level of proficiency. However, she is limited by being only at the Wu Wang boundary, and cannot reach a higher realm in painting.

  "What a pity. If Xi Yi became a master, she would definitely be able to break through the realm of reality in painting." Yue Tian Wu whispered.

  Xī Mèng has currently reached the second realm of condensing energy into matter in his painting state, and is only one step away from the third realm of virtual reality.

  Generally, a painter who reaches the first level of painting can open their own studio and sell their works independently. A painter who reaches the second level will have some reputation, while a painter who reaches the third level is considered a national treasure.

  Ximen's reputation was limited to Xicheng, and in the northern border, he was unknown. The painting studio's business could only make a living.

  Su Dao Xing watched his mother paint for a while, and suddenly an idea struck him. He picked up the brush and drew a picture on a piece of paper using his spiritual energy combined with simple array techniques.

  The painting is simple, a common sparrow perched on a red plum blossom.

  The wind blows, and the red plum blossoms on the tree sway in the breeze, emitting a faint plum fragrance. The sparrows on the branches lower their heads for a moment, then raise them again, their eyes moving nimbly.

  (End of chapter)