"The realm of painting has reached the second level, where energy condenses into matter." Ximen was shocked beyond words. She knew that her eldest son had no talent for painting, whereas her daughter had a natural gift and was admitted to the Wenwang class at Yan Tuyuan at a young age.
"This painting is not just as simple as reaching the second realm." Su Dao Xing smiled lightly and dotted the final stroke.
Splash!
The painting seems to have come alive, vivid and lifelike. The sparrow is swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, then spitting out the spiritual energy.
Inside the room, Yue Tian danced, Xi Meng and Su Hong's wedding dress suddenly felt the spiritual energy overwhelming them. They could actually absorb a thread of heaven and earth spiritual energy into their bodies, tempering their bodies, meridians, and five internal organs.
"It's too wonderful." Yue Tianwu praised: "The sparrows in the painting can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transform it into spiritual power, and then spray out the spiritual energy that can be absorbed by Wu Wang. In this way, Wu Wang can use the transformed spiritual energy to temper his body, internal organs, and meridians."
Upon hearing this, Su Dao Xing explained: "The heavenly spiritual energy that the sparrow swallows is extremely rare. The spiritual energy it spits out is of great use to the Martial King, but for a Sect Master, it's relatively useless."
"These paintings can be sold to King Wu later." Su Hong Zhuo's eyes shone brightly.
Su Dao Xing saw the eager look in Su Hong Zhuang's eyes and smiled, "Now that I've figured out the method of painting, creating such a painting comes naturally to me. From now on, each of the four masters at Cloud Mist Manor will have a painting to use for spiritual refinement."
Yuè Tiān wǔ wàng le Sū Dào Xǐng de huà zuò yī yǎn, shuō dào: "Dà shī de huà zuò dōu yào tí yī shǒu cí, zhè yàng ba, Dào Xǐng, nǐ zuò huà, wǒ tí cí, rú hé?"
"Good!" Su Daochang began to paint, painting "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix", "Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain", "Pastoral Boy Playing with Water", "Meng's Mother Teaching Her Son", "Three Sages Preaching", and "Ignorant Learning".
Other painters make a painting when they have inspiration, but Su Daoxing is different. He can paint at any time and his paintings are so good that one of his works done in an hour is equivalent to the annual output of an ordinary painter.
Xie Meng carefully tasted Su Dao Xing's paintings and exclaimed: "Dao Xing, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that someone of your age could create such works. These paintings look like they were made by an old master painter. A painter without decades of experience can't possibly create such shocking works. It can only be said that you are a genius among geniuses in painting."
Su Dao Xing's face turned red from his mother's praise, but in fact he had only inherited the experience of painting from the Demon Saint and was able to create these works.
In an instant, the room was filled with a suffocating aura, as each painting absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming it into pure spiritual energy that overflowed from the paintings.
"A rich and dense spiritual energy." Su Hongzhuo took a deep breath of the spiritual energy, then sat down cross-legged beside him, guiding the spiritual energy to temper his body.
"What a waste of such a rich spiritual energy." Xi Meng's face showed a hint of shyness as she sat down beside him, absorbing the spiritual energy into her body to refine herself.
The moon in the sky smiled awkwardly, she took a deep breath of spiritual energy, suddenly feeling refreshed and clear-headed, unable to help herself taking breath after breath of spiritual energy.
Three women were seen absorbing spiritual energy for cultivation. Su Dao Xing let out a bitter laugh, this little spiritual energy was too thin for him, he continued to paint.
One day, Su Diao woke up and created a hundred paintings, such a high-yielding painter, he is the first person to produce so many works.
"Mother, I've painted some pictures. You can put them in the first floor gallery for sale. Only sell one per day to supplement our household expenses. Second sister Dao Wan is a second-class literary master and third brother Dao Hua is a first-class martial arts master. They are at a critical juncture where they need to invest a lot of resources into their cultivation, we absolutely cannot skimp on the resources they need for their cultivation." Su Dao Xing said seriously, looking at Xi Meng.
Ximen heard this and nodded, saying: "I'll follow Dao Xing's words. I will immediately arrange for the three painters in the first floor painting hall to sell Dao Xing's paintings."
Yuè Tiān Wǔ finished his cultivation and said: "I will write a poem on each painting that matches the scene, so the paintings can sell for a good price."
She began to inscribe poems on hundreds of paintings, exhausting her until her neck and forehead were covered in dense beads of sweat.
Su Daochang's paintings began to be sold in the first floor painting hall of Xi family painting gallery.
The painting had just been hung for a short while when Wen Wang, who had entered the store, saw the subtlety of Su Daochang's work and bought it without hesitation.
This king bought the painting, hung it at home, began to absorb the spiritual energy emanating from the painting, and found that it had a magical effect of refining the body and refining the meridians, and loudly proclaimed it.
After the promotion by Wen Wang, some Wen Wang and Wu Wang rushed to Xijia Painting House to buy Su Daoxing's paintings. It is said that only one painting was sold per day, so Wen Wang and Wu Wang lined up in a long queue, with some of them staying up all night just to buy a painting.
Gradually, both the Martial King and the Literary King of the entire city of Xi Cheng learned that the paintings sold by the Xi family's painting gallery, "Awakening Dance" masterpieces, could overflow with spiritual energy, which was helpful for the Martial King and the Literary King to temper their bodies and meridians.
The painting of the great master of awakening shocked the whole city.
In fact, Xing Wu was just a name given to Su Dao Xing and Yue Tian Wu's collaboration. If the painters of Xi City knew that Master Xing Wu was actually a young boy and girl, they would probably be shocked out of their wits.
The income from Master Waking Dance's paintings is quite objective. One painting can earn as much as half a month's income of the Xi family painting studio.
Xijia Painting Gallery soon became famous in Xicheng and became one of the most famous painting galleries in Xicheng.
Some masterpieces of painting masters are naturally envious of the Xi family's painting house, but they dare not provoke the Xi family's painting house. After all, the Xi family is one of the two major forces in Xicheng, and it is not to be provoked.
In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed.
Su Daoxing and Yue Tianwu completed thousands of paintings as the Sheng Wu Master, enough to sell for three years in the Xi family painting hall.
"Dao Xing, your third brother is studying martial arts at the Xi family's school, Xi Tang. He eats and lives there, and can only come back once a month." Seeing that Su Dao Xing was idle after finishing his painting, Xi Meng decided to send him to visit Su Dao Hua at Xi Tang. "Tomorrow is the day when parents visit their children at Xi Tang, this time you will represent your mother to visit Xi Tang and give Dao Hua a painting, which will help him absorb spiritual energy and refine himself."
"Alright. The last time I saw Third Brother at the Su's, he was still a snotty little kid, now he's already ten years old, I'm afraid I won't even recognize him." Su Daoxian showed a nostalgic expression and agreed to go see Third Brother tomorrow.
In the late afternoon, Xi Meng prepared some necessary items and put them in a wooden box, letting Su Daoxian take it to the school for Su Daohua.
The next morning, Su Dao woke up early, carrying his wooden flute, left the Xi family painting studio and headed to the Xi Tang in a corner of Xi City.
The pavilion is located in a quiet place, surrounded by lush green bamboo, and the gentle breeze blows, making the leaves rustle.
At the main entrance of Xitang, a line of parents has already formed.
Su Daoming lined up behind a slender and elegant young woman, not moved by the woman's beautiful figure or her faint body scent, he closed his eyes to meditate.
(End of chapter)