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Chapter 41: The Art of Calligraphy, Ink Rhythm, and the Immortal in the Painting
Chapter 41: The Art of Calligraphy, Ink Rhythm, and the Immortal in the Painting
Outside, under the vast sky.
Su Zian couldn't bear to watch anymore. After all, Changqing's skills were far too weak.
Even if he had arranged for Ling Si to go easy on him, Changqing still needed the qualifications to face her.
Without the mighty Qi of Righteousness and top-notch writing tools, how could he possibly stand a chance?
Even if Ling Si wanted to hold back, she wouldn't find the opportunity.
Thinking about how Changqing would be unable to save face, feeling incredibly embarrassed and dejected, Su Zian couldn't help but sigh, deep in thought.
"Maybe I should find a way to comfort Changqing?"
But just as this thought crossed his mind, the situation inside the room suddenly reversed.
"Enlightenment Level?"
"Fish and Dragon Dance?"
Su Zian watched as the two great scholars below were nearly stunned into silence, his expression becoming incredibly complex.
Though he didn't follow the path of Confucianism, he knew what the Enlightenment Level meant.
If the difficulty of a cultivator's innate secret technique was rated ten, then the four Confucian arts at the Enlightenment Level would be a hundred!
Not to mention, Changqing's calligraphy was the Immortal Art known as the Fish and Dragon Dance, the pinnacle of Confucian offensive techniques.
"Changqing has such extraordinary talent in Confucianism?"
After a moment of shock, Su Zian couldn't help but burst into laughter, feeling thoroughly elated.
The Su family had members who cultivated swords, Dao, and even dark arts, but this was the first time they had a Confucianist.
Moreover, to achieve the Enlightenment Level in calligraphy before the age of twenty, such talent was truly monstrous!
"Ha ha ha, good, good! I knew my little brother couldn't be a mediocrity!"
Su Zian was laughing heartily when he noticed Ling Si on the verge of tears inside the room, and his laughter abruptly stopped.
"Whoa, I think I made a mistake."
A rare look of awkwardness appeared on Su Zian's usually stern face.
His little brother had already achieved the Enlightenment Level in calligraphy, and he had still asked a young girl to go easy on him.
Especially after what Ling Si had said to Changqing just now...
"Whoa, the Zhou family's little princess must be devastated."
Su Zian took a sharp breath, pondering, "Who should I send to comfort Qingchun?"
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he immediately sent a message to Niuniu.
["Ran into your sweetheart, she's not doing well. Go comfort her quickly."]
...
Inside the classroom.
Ling Si, her eyes red, glared at Su Changqing and gritted her teeth. "Next time, I'll give it my all and win!"
Faced with a genius at the Enlightenment Level, she had actually held back. The thought of it filled her with frustration.
Even if she hadn't held back, she probably wouldn't have won, but who would expect an Enlightenment Level genius to need a backdoor?
That was just too much!
"Your calligraphy is beyond me, but I don't believe you're that strong in other arts!"
Ling Si angrily returned to her desk, waiting for the next round to begin.
Su Changqing was taken aback by her reaction and turned to Shu Han, whispering, "Senior Brother, why does Senior Sister Ling Si seem so angry?"
Shu Han's lips twitched. "Just be glad she didn't come over and beat you up."
He had just received a message from Qingfeng, learning that Ling Si and the others had run into Su Zian and the backdoor arrangement.
At the time, he was completely stunned, no wonder Ling Si looked like she was about to cry.
Su Changqing was even more puzzled. What had he done?
At the front of the classroom.
"Senior Brother, should we continue the competition?"
Li Qingchen took a sip of tea and asked.
Actually, it would be best to end it now, to save Wei Cang some face.
"Continue, why not?"
"On the contrary, I'm even more interested!"
Wei Cang, far from being discouraged, his eyes gleamed with determination. "Defeating a mediocrity means nothing. Only by overcoming you on equal terms will it count as a true victory!"
He then looked at Su Changqing in the arena.
"This boy's calligraphy has already reached its peak, and Ling Si is no match for him. However, he started his apprenticeship a bit late.
"Only two short years. Even for a prodigy, mastering the Dragon Dance should have taken all his focus, right?"
"We’ll see how he fares in the next three arts—music, chess, and painting!"
The two great scholars, Mo Lan and Yi Xian, who had just regained their composure, nodded in agreement.
Su Changqing was still too young.
In a few more years, they might hesitate to make such a judgment, but at this moment, for Su Changqing to win, he would need to reach the 'Art' level in the other three skills.
But a person's energy is limited. Over these two years, Su Changqing had reached the peak in calligraphy, leaving no time for him to hone the other skills.
Of course, in terms of potential, Su Changqing far surpassed Ling Si, but in the current literary competition, it would be tough for him to win.
Tough?
Bookhan, standing nearby, smiled silently.
No one knew just how terrifying his junior brother's talent was.
Prodigy?
That was just the threshold to meeting Changqing.
...
"The second competition is in painting. The time limit is one hour, and any painting is acceptable."
At the front of the classroom, Great Scholar Mo Lan announced the second competition.
Below, Ling Si focused intently, taking out silver Xuan paper and carefully sketching.
This time, she was giving it her all, a faint aura of intent hovering over the paper.
She wanted to show everyone that even if her opponent had reached the Dao in calligraphy, she was no slouch!
On the other side, Su Changqing still had the ordinary plain paper and a wolf-hair brush.
The painting he created was simple—a series of rolling green mountains, a scene he had painted many times.
The mountains looked lifelike and simple, but if one looked closely, it felt as if they were standing in a deep forest, the towering green mountains exerting a powerful pressure, inspiring awe.
This was the special skill of a Painting Immortal, a world within the painting, where Dao resonated.
Before long, both Ling Si and Su Changqing completed their paintings and handed them to the two great scholars.
Unlike the first time, when no one paid attention, Mo Lan and Yi Xian immediately examined Su Changqing's painting.
They wanted to see what kind of painting a calligraphy master could create.
"Being able to reach the 'Art' level is already remarkable."
"How is that possible? In just two years, practicing calligraphy and painting simultaneously, reaching the 'Form' level would be difficult enough."
"Just take a look. Don’t be too harsh on him."
The two great scholars, speaking, picked up Su Changqing's painting of the rolling green mountains.
The moment they looked at it, they were momentarily lost in thought.
It was as if they were not looking at a painting but facing a series of real, towering mountains, majestic and awe-inspiring.
The grand peaks made them feel small and insignificant.
"Thud!"
The scroll slipped from the hands of the two stunned great scholars. They looked at each other, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
"Seniors, who won?"
Qingfeng asked curiously from the side.
Wei Cang, seeing the silence, felt a bit uneasy and said, "Seniors, please speak freely."
Mo Lan took a deep breath, glanced deeply at Su Changqing, and trembled as he said:
"There’s no need to look at Ling Si’s painting. Zhiyu has won."
Ling Si's eyebrows furrowed in dissatisfaction. "Seniors, why did you declare my loss without even looking at my painting? What if I had won?"
"Haha."
Yi Xian chuckled bitterly, "Zhiyu’s painting has already reached the Dao."
"Art technique, Ink Rhythm—Painting Immortal."
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