Celestial Immortal

Chapter 67
No matter how Chu Chen patted his chest to promise, Xiucai was still skeptical.

Ever since, Chu Chen stopped talking altogether, and a group of people walked on the bamboo forest path.

The winding path leads to seclusion, and after a while, the bamboo sea disappears, replaced by a large area of ​​elegant bamboo houses and bamboo buildings.

"Young Master Chu, congratulations on being promoted to the Master of Exorcism, the right judge of the North Pole Exorcism Court, our Jiuyou League has another young hero who has been promoted to a fairy official."

The dragon girl Qingying came to them at some point, came to the two of them, and congratulated Chu Chen with a smile.

"Princess Ying, don't make fun of me. A mere ninth-rank immortal official is nothing."

Chu Chen was polite and modest.

"That's true! I'm too young to be a ninth-rank fairy official." Qingying Longnv smiled and continued: "If Mr. Chu accepts my father's sponsorship, in the future, let alone ninth-rank or seventh-rank, he will be considered fifth-rank." , The third-rank immortal officials can also do it."

"Hahaha, I haven't seen you for a few days, and Princess Qingying's words are becoming more and more eloquent."

"What? Mr. Chu, I used to speak badly?"

"It's definitely not"

In the past few days, the two have added friends in Jiuyouling and chatted with each other, and their relationship is much better than before, and their conversations have become more casual.

Zhang Xiucai on the side was dumbfounded.

He naturally knew Qingying Longnu.

You can't even say you know each other.

It's just that the scholar has heard about Princess Qingying unilaterally, and knows that Princess Qingying is the only daughter of Lord Long, the jewel in his palm, the proud daughter of heaven, and people don't know her name at all.

Zhang Xiucai watched Chu Chen and Qingying Longnv chat casually and enthusiastically, and a huge wave surged in his heart.

There are two surprises.

First, his good friend Chu Chen was indeed favored by Lord Long, but he did not accept his support;

Second, Chu Chen talked so casually with Longnu.

Before they rushed to the Dragon King banquet, Chu Chen didn't know Princess Qingying.

In less than a month, what happened?
Chu Chen didn't accept Long Jun's sponsorship, so why did he also join the Jiuyou League?
Zhang Xiucai was full of confusion. He just felt that he had missed a lot and was a little confused.

Not long after, the dragon girl Qingying led the two into the bamboo house and the bamboo building, and came to an octagonal pavilion.

A middle-aged man is drinking alone at the gazebo.

A group of graceful girls with exquisite facial features, like butterflies wearing flowers, come and go, presenting melons, fruits, tea and wine
"Chu Xiaoyou, you can sit down freely when you come, hey, this is..."

Chu Chen pulled the scholar and introduced:
"Long Jun, this is my good friend Zhang Linsheng, who was born as a Confucian scholar, but he is obsessed with the way of Danqing, and uses Danqing to enter the Tao. He has a good talent in the way of Danqing."

"The younger generation doesn't know much about this, so I just wanted to bring you palm eyes to see how talented my friend is in Danqing, and whether he can go on."

"If he really can't do it, I have to persuade him to go back to the imperial examination, so as to gather the literary heart of Juren and Jinshi."

Since Chu Chen intends to strongly recommend his friends, he must be beautifying the scholar with various spring and autumn brushwork, and portray him as a painting idiot who abandons Confucian classics and is obsessed with the way of Danqing.

"Junior Zhang Linsheng has met Long Jun!" Zhang Xiucai looked at Chu Chen gratefully, and saluted Long Jun slightly cautiously.

Long Jun smiled kindly: "This king likes to make friends with young talents the most, there is no need to be polite, just sit down."

The two sat down one after another.

First, Long Jun congratulated Chu Chen for being promoted to a fairy official, and encouraged him a lot. During this period, he did not neglect the scholar, and talked to the scholar from time to time.

After chatting for a while, Long Jun became a little interested in the modest and polite scholar, and gave birth to the desire to take the school exam.

Ever since, Gong'e took away the melons, fruits and wine, and sent pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Facing Long Jun's school examination, Xiucai felt nervous. When he just held the pen, his hands trembled slightly.

It was Chu Chen who patted him on the shoulder, and Xiucai took a deep breath, put aside all kinds of distracting thoughts in his mind, and focused on the drawing paper on the stone table in front of him.

Picking up the pen and dipping it in the ink, a breath of grandeur is condensed on the tip of the pen.

pen!

At this time, Zhang Xiucai seemed to be a different person, the nervousness and embarrassment just disappeared without a trace.

In his eyes, there is only a blank sheet of paper.

The thin white paper seems to have become a world.

He holds a paintbrush in his hand, swaying freely, calmly and confidently.

This kind of self-confidence is not like the past self-esteem mixed with feigned self-confidence, but the self-confidence that comes naturally from the inside out, and is self-confidence in his best field.

It was the first time for Chu Chen to see Zhang Xiucai painting. At this moment, he was slightly surprised.

He doesn't know how to paint or understand painting skills, but he is a Taoist, and he can faintly feel a taste of "the unity of man and nature" in the scholar.

No matter the great way or the small way, no matter which school or school of practice, it is extremely rare to be able to faintly enter this kind of state.

The Long Jun and Qingying Longnv who were on the side were much more knowledgeable, and they were slightly surprised when they saw the scholar painting at the moment.

In the beginning, whether it was the Dragon Lord or the Qingying Dragon Girl, they were willing to meet the scholar, it was all for Chu Chen's sake.

After all, Chu Chen is now a member of the Jiuyou League, and he is considered one of his own.

Even if the recommended person is very talented, they will meet each other and encourage them.

But at this moment, Dragon Lord and Dragon Girl are a little surprised.

Not long after, Zhang Xiucai completed the painting.

It was a picture of a horse—similar to the ones given to Chu Chen and Huang Fugui.

Dragon Lord and Dragon Girl Qingying immediately took over the picture of the horse and watched it back and forth.

Zhang Xiucai stood aside cautiously, clenched and loosened his hands, and tugged at his sleeves. He looked nervous and anxious, without the calm confidence he had when he was painting just now.

Chu Chen secretly thought it was funny, but the onlookers knew it. He just observed the words and demeanor, and realized that the scholar might have fallen into the eyes of the Dragon Lord.

Sure enough, not long after, Long Jun, who was immersed in observing, raised his head slightly, and said to Zhang Xiucai with a kind smile that he had never seen before:

"Zhang Xiaoyou, which master did you learn the technique of Danqing from?"

"I never joined the famous teacher of Danqing, but I followed the teacher when I was a child, and then I studied painting by myself, which made Long Jun laugh."

Zhang Xiucai was quite embarrassed.

Long Jun and Qingying Longnv showed surprise on their faces.

The young girl said firmly: "You have already touched the threshold of the true meaning of painting, how could there be no famous teacher to guide you?"

"Xiaosheng really didn't become a famous teacher. If I could, I wouldn't."

Zhang Xiucai was half-sentenced, maybe he thought of something, and said: "If you talk about worshiping a famous teacher, maybe there is. A few days ago, I came across an incomplete scroll of great Confucian calligraphy in the ghost market. Outsiders don't know the real treasure. The younger generation was lucky enough to pick it up. Going back to observe and study, the painting skills have greatly improved, and this is a lucky entry."

"Oh ~ Xiaoyou Zhang, can I take a look at that calligraphy?" Long Jun became interested.

"Of course you can! This junior has brought it with you."

Mr. Long had a rich family and a high status. Zhang Xiucai was not at all worried that the other party would take a fancy to the calligraphy he had picked up. He took out a broken scroll from the hidden compartment of the bookcase and handed it to Mr. Long.

Long Jun took it carefully and carefully, and slowly spread it out.

After a long time, Lord Long put away the broken calligraphy again, and looked at the scholar with burning eyes.

"Xiaoyou Zhang, you have such good fortune that you are just a dilapidated Confucian calligraphy. It seems that you are expected to gather the ingenuity of painting, and you are really a genius in painting!"

Zhang Xiucai was so astonished that his voice trembled slightly:
"Senior Longjun, Danqing Miaoxin, you said that I can condense Danqing Miaoxin."

Chu Chen also vaguely understood at this meeting. Danqing's wonderful mind is the fundamental qualification of painting Taoism in the branch of Confucianism.

Condensing the wonderful heart of Danqing, a scholar does not need to take a career test for fame, but can practice all the way if he condenses his Confucianism and Taoism. There is no longer the shackles of "scholar's fame" and the existence of a ceiling.

"Exactly! Zhang Xiaoyou, if what you said is true, this king asserts that you can condense the wonderful heart of Danqing eight out of ten. If this king finds a master of painting for you, then there is no suspense.

Long Jun's words were firm, and he was extremely confident in his own judgment. After speaking, he smiled freely:
"You also participated in this king's night banquet that day, hahaha, but this king's eyesight is dull, and I can't recognize Lingyun wood with my eyes!"

Long Jun's laughter fell in Zhang Xiucai's ears, it was no different from heavenly music.

Zhang Xiucai trembled slightly, his nose was sore, and tears filled his eyes.

Without human affairs, I don't know people's suffering.

When he was a teenager, Zhang Xiucai was extremely intelligent, and his family had high expectations for him, hoping that he would succeed in his career and become famous.

It's a pity that scholars only like Danqing, and don't like Confucian classics, and don't like articles.

In the eyes of others, and in the eyes of family members, Confucian scholars, Confucian classics and careers are the way to go, and poems and Danqing are no more than Xiao Daoer.

In order to pursue her dream and be infatuated with Danqing, the scholar's behavior does not get the approval and support of her family, and all she gets is ridicule and ridicule from all directions.

Especially when the imperial examinations failed, and after the rankings became worse each time, the scholar was extremely disappointed and suffered endlessly.

Am I really trash?
Is it really wrong for me to abandon the Dao of Confucianism and study the Dao of Danqing?
If I learn the way of Danqing, will I really succeed in the day?

Every night, in the dead of night, Zhang Xiucai always asks his heart three times.

Excited again and again; hit hard again and again;

Time and time again, he was full of pride and ambition, and time and time again he was discouraged.

In the struggle and torment, he scribbled pen and ink over and over again, venting his inner emotions on white paper.

Over and over again, repeating boring, lonely, helpless.

Sometimes, with tears in his eyes, he never stops the paintbrush in his hand. With tears in his eyes, he still wants to finish the painting.

In the end, the mood swings were too great and the painting was scrapped.

He had no choice but to sigh, kneaded the painting into a ball, regrouped, and started to pick up the pen again.
Be with loneliness, be friends with loneliness, and be enemies with all kinds of suspicion, disapproval, and disappointment from the outside world!
Over the past few years, how many days and nights have there been in spring, autumn, and winter.

He always comes here.

It's plain, without gunpowder smoke, but it's a magnificent struggle full of blood and tears!

　Thanks to "Xianxiong" for rewarding 400 starting coins; "Book Friends 20210424183013188" "No Tears in Ice" and "Long and Big Confused" for rewarding 100 starting coins. Thank you very much for your rewards and votes.

　
(End of this chapter)