Chapter 134: Bi Xian Shu Dai

  For Li Meng to be able to cultivate the entrance in such a short period of time, Fan Gu Dao was shocked, but after accepting it, he then imparted some insights on cultivating the Xuanwu True Classic, without holding back. These were extremely important for Li Meng, at least allowing him to avoid taking some detours in the future, making his cultivation smoother, and benefiting him greatly.

  Returning to Qingzhu Garden, it was already late at night, but what made him jump in surprise was that there was actually someone in front of the stone table in the courtyard.

  This is a young man in his twenties, dressed simply and with long hair, like an ancient poor scholar. He holds a peculiar pen in his hand, on the stone table lies a sheet of rice paper, at this moment he is staring blankly at the bamboo forest in front of him.

  Li Mang furrowed his brow and silently walked over, taking a peek at the painting paper, with a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

  The painting on the paper is of green bamboo, although it's only a single ink color, but it's still vivid and lifelike. The slender leaves on the branches seem to be stretching out into the outside world. The black picture brings Li Mang a kind of illusion from nature... No, this isn't an illusion, but a real feeling.

  There is a natural breath in the painting... Li Mang was shocked, and his mind suddenly lit up, probably already knowing the person's identity. He couldn't help but praise: "Good painting, worthy of being one of the Divine Emperors! The divine is the Snow God, the emperor is the Thunder Emperor, and the immortal is the Brush Immortal. If I'm not mistaken, you are the Brush Immortal Shu Dai, right?"

  Su Yi's brush paused in her hand as she finally came back to herself from her daze, turning around and saying: "I need a set of courtyard houses."

  "...". It was so direct that Li Mang was taken aback for a moment before laughing and asking: "Do I have to give it?"

  Shu Dai was taken aback and stared blankly for a moment before saying: "Do as you wish, if you don't give it to me, I won't take it by force."

  "But I didn't say I wouldn't give it." Li Meng said, he found that this immortal was different from the cold Snow God and also different from the arrogant Thunder Emperor. This Pen Xian Shu Dai had a natural foolishness, wooden and stupid.

  "What do you want?" Shudai frowned and asked.

  "The calligraphy and painting of the Brush Fairy are renowned far and wide, if one can obtain a piece for collection, it would be a priceless treasure." Li Mang smiled and said. He had already given away the Snow God and the Thunder Emperor, so he couldn't refuse to give the Brush Fairy a pavilion, but he didn't feel right about giving it away easily, asking for a piece of calligraphy was also a way to ease his mind.

  Shu Dai is actually not a famous calligrapher or painter, but it's not because his works are bad. It's just that he doesn't sell them. Finished pieces are either kept for himself or destroyed, with an extremely stubborn personality.

  Shu Dai's calligraphy and painting are absolutely priceless. If you can get them, take them to the Tianbao Chamber of Commerce for auction, and they will easily be worth hundreds of millions. Even more, a courtyard can be exchanged for one of his paintings. Li Mang won't even be at a loss.

  Shu Dai frowned upon hearing this in front of Li Meng. He didn't like his calligraphy and paintings falling into the hands of common people, which was also why he never sold his works.

  But this courtyard is also a must-have for him. Shu Dai has a grandmother in the secular world who is the only relative who raised him, and although he often brings back some good things to nourish his grandmother's body, his grandmother is already at an advanced age, and a spiritual environment can make her live longer. It's very necessary, this is also the purpose of his staying up all night.

  "Here... take it!" Shu Dai impatiently handed the bamboo painting on the stone table to Li Mao, but didn't crease a single fold. He was someone who took care of his own calligraphy and paintings - either protect them well or destroy them directly.

  "I don't want this one. A bamboo painting by an unknown artist, no matter how well it's painted, doesn't have much value." But Li Mang didn't take it.

  “……Whoosh!” Shu Dai's massive brush swooped down onto the paper, and with a whooshing sound, the painting was instantly shredded. Not into two pieces, but into countless tiny fragments, each with a neat and sharp cut edge.

  This is an awkward debut, and he is also venting his discontent.

  "What do you want me to draw!" Shu Dai angrily asked.

  Li Mang was stunned, not because he was scared, but because he really hadn't expected the famous Pen Fairy to have such a straightforward personality, with all his emotions written on his face, looking silly and a bit naive. Li Mang felt that what he had done was wrong and very unfair.

  However, thinking of showing filial piety to the three great gods in this excellent courtyard, Li Mang's thread of guilt disappeared, and he continued his wicked ways: "Looking at the world's historical portrait works, the most valuable ones are naturally women's portraits. If possible, I hope they can be ** pictures, the value of such works is undoubtedly the highest, and more collectible."

  "You... you're shameless!" Shu Dai's eyes turned red, his eyes wide with anger as he glared at Li Mao. This bastard actually wanted him to draw a nude female figure, it was simply... utterly shameless and deceitful, a scoundrel. How could the divine painter Shu Dai possibly create such a lewd thing? Shu Dai was so enraged that his body shook violently, and he wished he could use the brush in his hand to tear this person apart.

  "Alright, alright, no nude pictures. Beautiful women's pictures are fine, right? Don't tell me you can't even do that?" Li Meng didn't dare to provoke this person further, seeing his intense reaction he quickly compromised and lowered his request by a level, no nude pictures, beautiful women's pictures would be enough.

  "Hum! Without a beauty, how can I paint? Who should I paint?" Shu Dai didn't reject this idea, but still had some dissatisfaction, and therefore didn't give Li Mang a good look.

  "How could there not be beauties? Although the women of Yan Huang's great house are few, they also have some... Ah, yes! Let's paint Xue Shen!" Li Meng's mind flashed with inspiration and he made an unshakeable decision. The beauty of Xue Shen is unparalleled in Yan Huang, revered as a goddess by countless men. If one could bring Xue Shen to life through the brush of a divine painter, this would no longer be just a priceless treasure, but also a masterpiece that would transcend time, and a legend."

  "......Snow God?" Shudai was stunned and took a long time to come back to his senses.

  "Can't we change it?" Shudai asked with a strange expression.

  Li Meng had already made up his mind to have Shu Dai paint that icy woman, and with a hint of annoyance, he asked Shu Dai: "Pen Fairy, don't tell me you can't paint? I've given up on the nude female painting, asking for a Snow Goddess painting isn't too much to ask, is it?"

  "Not... just... I..." Shu Dai hesitated for a long time, but couldn't say anything conclusive, and instead turned bright red in the face. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said: "I'll draw!"

  Shu Dai carried a bamboo basket with him, on which was placed some high-quality Xuan paper. He carefully took out a sheet and spread it on the stone pedestal. First, he took a deep breath, raised his right hand to hold the brush, but did not start writing immediately. Instead, he stared blankly into the distance, his eyes empty, as if in a trance. The dim yellow light of the lamp stretched his shadow very long.

  Li Meng knew he was recalling the image of the Snow Goddess.

  For this painting that will become a masterpiece, Li Meng was also eagerly anticipating it, so he quietly stood in the back without making a sound, fearing that he would disturb Shu Dai.

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