Old Dragon City.

On the street, shouts and cries came one after another, and there was an endless stream of pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages.

At this time, Zhang Chuyao stood aside and watched Yu Xiaotian standing under a big tree as if looking for something.

"Found it, Master!"

Yu Xiaotian patted the soil on his hands and took out a wooden box from the pit under the tree.

"Is this what your grandfather left for you?"

Yu Xiaotian nodded and said: "It should be."

"Open it and take a look."

"Yes." Yu Xiaotian nodded, and then opened the box, only to see a letter and a simple token lying inside.

"Hey, this token should be the Beggar Clan token that Longhu Martial Arts School wanted."

"What about this letter?"

Zhang Chuyao said: "It should be a letter left by your grandfather. You should open it and read it."

Yu Xiaotian opened the envelope with trembling hands and took out a thickly ink-stained letter.

He had just read two lines when tears started to flow from his eyes.

Zhang Chuyao stood aside and said nothing, just waiting for Yu Xiaotian to finish reading the letter. When his mood gradually stabilized, he said: "Let's go back to the martial arts gym."

"Yes, Master."

The two were about to leave when a note suddenly fell out of the envelope at Yu Xiaotian's fingertips.

Zhang Chuyao bent down to pick it up, opened it, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

How could it be these eight characters?

"Master, what's wrong? What's written on it?" Yu Xiaotian seemed to have noticed something unusual about Zhang Chuyao, so he asked aloud.

Zhang Chuyao was stunned for a long time, then handed the note to Yu Xiaotian and said, "See for yourself."

"The rising sun brought Yao to Heaven and Shun to Earth."

Yu Xiaotian read out softly, with confusion in his heart, "Master, what does this mean?"

Zhang Chuyao took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and then said calmly: "It's nothing, let's go."

"good."

Martial arts halls all over the world.

At this time, Ling Waner was standing at the door waiting for someone. When he saw Zhang Chuyao coming back, he hurriedly greeted him, "Teacher, you are back."

"Hey, why are you here today?"

"It's been a long time since I came to see Master. I miss you a little." Ling Waner said with a naughty smile, "And a few days ago, I heard from my father that Teacher, you have encountered a lot of trouble. You just have nothing to do today, so come here

Come visit you."

Zhang Chuyao smiled and said, "It's like you are usually very busy."

"Hehe." Ling Waner stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Master, this is the painting I painted recently. How about you help me take a look at it?"

"No hurry, let's go in and talk."

"good."

Ling Waner followed Zhang Chuyao to the study room, and then Zhang Chuyao opened Ling Waner's paintings and looked at them for a while, then carefully commented on her paintings and gave suggestions for modifications.

"Thank you teacher for your guidance!"

Zhang Chuyao smiled and said, "Guidance is necessary. You are my student. Naturally, I can't let you ruin my reputation."

"Teacher, what are you talking about?" Ling Waner was a little unhappy.

Zhang Chuyao laughed twice, and then said: "Actually, you are quite talented in painting, but it's a pity. If you have internal skills, when you break through to Xiantian and enter the eighth level of painting, you can

I really realized the true usefulness of painting."

Ling Wan'er frowned, not understanding what Master said, "Master, isn't painting just painting?"

"That's what I thought at first," Zhang Chuyao said, "But when my cultivation level reached Xiantian, I discovered that the postures in paintings mastered by the eighth-grade painter are no different from the fist postures and sword postures in martial arts."

"Master, what you mean is... the way of painting is the way of martial arts?"

Zhang Chuyao shook his head and said with a smile: "Yes or no, if you say the other way around, martial arts is the same as painting."

Ling Wan'er became even more confused.

Zhang Chuyao explained carefully: "As far as I know, miscellaneous studies such as painting and Taoism do not seem to be prosperous in the Han Dynasty. The Han Dynasty relied on martial arts to build a country, and not many people are willing to study the miscellaneous studies of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even if there are

, and he won’t be a vulgar martial artist.”

"Even if Wufu comes into contact with miscellaneous subjects such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting, it is mostly for the sake of being arty and will not delve into it at all. And there are very few who can break through the innate realm and enter the eighth-level painting path. In other words, apart from me, there is no one else.

The second person."

Ling Wan'er nodded in agreement.

Zhang Chuyao said: "Because of this, not many people have discovered the true side of painting."

"Is there another side to the Painted Road?"

"Yes, in fact, the way of painting should also be a kind of martial arts. I guess that the highest state of martial arts is the pursuit of physical immortality, and miscellaneous studies such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting may pursue spiritual immortality."

He paused for a while and then said: "In my opinion, martial arts immortality pursues power, while spiritual immortality pursues law."

Ling Wan'er pondered. Although the teacher's words were very mysterious, they were still relatively easy to understand.

"What is the difference between law and force?"

Zhang Chuyao smiled and said: "We are all heading towards the great road, so what's the difference? Perhaps the only difference is that the path of miscellaneous studies is different from that of martial arts. You need to break through to the innate to show great power that is different from ordinary people."

Ling Wan'er asked: "Teacher, when an eighth-grade painter breaks through to innateness, will he have great power that is different from ordinary people?"

Zhang Chuyao thought for a moment and said, "It should be."

"What kind of power is that?"

Zhang Chuyao thought for a moment. In fact, all these were random guesses based on his current state. After he understood the sword and fist movements, he vaguely felt that the state of 'power in the painting' achieved by the eighth-grade painter was different from that of his current state.

The 'shi' in martial arts seems to have the same purpose but different approaches.

But this is just a guess after all, he has never actually tried it himself.

Zhang Chuyao didn't say much, but relied on his own intuition to gather the innate true energy in the palm of his hand, using his hand as a pen, using true energy as ink, and using the momentum in the painting as the drawing paper, he gently sketched a vine in the air.

I saw that the vines outlined in the air with the innate true energy suddenly seemed to become real when they were completed, green and green, constantly swaying in the air. This swing was like a pulling force between heaven and earth.

With this inexplicable power, the vines jumped out of the air.

Zhang Chuyao felt something in his heart. He pointed at Yu Xiaotian who was standing aside and said: "Tang!"

The vines floating in the air turned into a green afterimage and wrapped around Yu Xiaotian's body at lightning speed.

"Master, what is this?" Yu Xiaotian was horrified and had no idea what was going on.

Zhang Chuyao said: "Try struggling and see if you can break it."

"yes."

With that said, Yu Xiaotian stood up and used all his strength to break free from the inexplicable vine on his body.

Boom!

Yu Xiaotian wasted a long time, his face turned red, and then he broke the vine!

The moment the vine was broken by Yu Xiaotian, the green vine disappeared without a trace in an instant like smoke.

Yu Xiaotian was a little confused, "Master, what's going on..."

Zhang Chuyao was faintly excited. It seemed that his guess was right. This miscellaneous subject was not as simple as he imagined, and martial arts might not be the dominant force in this world.
Chapter completed!