"Big Brother, I have mastered all 1,460 sword moves. I want to tell you." Ye Ping, who was standing at the foot of the cliff, said calmly. These words made Su Changyu, who was already depressed, even more uncomfortable. He is so sour. But he could only feel jealous silently. The most important thing was that Ye Ping was obviously very strong, but he acted like he was inferior to him. Even though I am as weak as a chicken, I still have to act like I am strong. No matter how thick-skinned you are, it's hard to handle. "Then take a good rest and don't work too hard. We monks should know how to balance work and rest. As the saying goes, haste makes waste. You should understand this principle, right?" After a while, Su Changyu spoke and asked Ye Ping to take a rest for a while, and he was also very emotional. Genius is not scary, what is scary is that genius still works hard, this is what makes people despair.
"Thank you, senior brother, for your advice." Under the cliff. Ye Ping nodded. In the past fifteen days, I have been working diligently, forgetting to eat and sleep, and I haven't had any time to rest at all. Although we should be more diligent, being too diligent is not good either. We do need to take a break from time to time. Okay, give yourself half an hour off. Ye Ping nodded, then sat on the ground and let his mind go. He looked towards Qingyun Dao Sect. The sunset glows across the sky, the Qingyun Mountains are reflected in a light red color, everything is quiet and full of poetic beauty. At this moment Ye Ping stretched his waist, glanced at the beautiful scenery of Qingyun Taoist Sect, and then couldn't help but speak slowly. "The sunset glows over the Qingyun Peak, and the Hengshan Mountains are ablaze with red." "I wish to learn the cultivation techniques of Qingzhou, and have breakfast in the breeze." Ye Ping spoke. He couldn't help but recite a poem. This was written by Lin Yongzhong, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. However, Ye Ping made some slight changes, changing Zhurong Peak to Qingyun Peak, and also changing "willing to learn Lingyang cultivation technique" to "willing to learn Qingzhou cultivation technique". Minor changes, but the artistic conception remains unchanged. This is probably the highest level of plagiarism. Ye Ping felt a little proud. Although I am a loser in the world of immortal cultivation, I am considered to be somewhat famous in the State of Jin, right?
But Ye Ping is indeed modest. He is more than just a little famous person in Jin. Saying that every word is worth a thousand gold is an humiliation to his status. The nobles of Jin State loved music, chess, poetry and painting the most. Ye Ping happened to be the one they admired, so if it weren't for the fact that this was a world of cultivating immortals, Ye Ping would have been able to thrive in Jin State. But Ye Ping had no regrets at all. In his eyes, everything is inferior except for cultivation of immortality. And at this moment. Su Changyu, who was standing on the back cliff, moved slightly. He changed his posture and looked at Ye Ping. Firstly, my legs are numb. Secondly, it was the poem written by Ye Fangcai that caught his attention. Su Changyu Mude Culture. But one can also hear that Ye Ping's poem is very good. Thinking of Ye Ping's background, Su Changyu couldn't help but become curious. "Junior brother, I heard from the head master that you were a scholar before you came up the mountain?" Su Changyu asked. "Brother, I am considered half a scholar." Ye Ping answered quickly, not daring to be overconfident. "Half a scholar?" Su Changyu was curious, what does it mean to be half a scholar? "I haven't passed the imperial examination yet, so I can only be considered half a scholar." Ye Ping answered immediately without keeping the audience in suspense. "Oh." Su Changyu nodded. He didn't quite understand. But in the end, Su Changyu continued to ask. "Then, Junior Brother, do you know the art of painting?" Su Changyu asked. "I know a little bit." Ye Ping said very modestly. "Then help me draw a picture."
Su Changyu spoke, not because he suddenly thought of it, but because he felt that if Ye Ping knew the art of painting, he would have something to brag about when Ye Ping really became successful in the future. See? The number one swordsman in Jin State once drew a picture for himself. Su Changyu doesn't have any hobbies, his only hobby is pretending to be cool. "Okay, wait a moment, Senior Brother. I'll go get some writing brush and ink." Ye Ping nodded. He is good at painting and sketching, but he is not interested in it. It's just that in his previous life, in order to pursue a goddess, he joined a painting society. After three years of hard practice, he finally learned how to paint. However, the goddess ran off with a rich second-generation man. So Ye Ping understood a truth. Learning to paint can’t save you from being single. After a while, Ye Ping brought the paintbrush, rice paper and inkstone. He brought these things with him before going up the mountain, but he had no place to use them, so now he needed them. Taking out the ink, Ye Ping looked at the sunset carefully, then looked at his senior brother, and then began to write. Su Changyu didn't think much about it. He stood up and quietly gazed at the sunset, leaving a chic posture. An hour later. The painting is done. Chapter 17 Complete Swordsmanship, Pawning the Family Property! [New Book Request Everything] Xu Shi. Qingyun Daozong. As the last bit of remaining sunlight disappeared, Ye Ping slowly breathed a sigh of relief. "Big Brother, the painting is done." Ye Ping spoke, and then smiled. He was quite confident in his painting skills. In addition, after becoming an immortal, Ye Ping always felt that he had been sublimated in all aspects, so he was very satisfied with this painting. When Su Changyu heard what Ye Ping said again, he also moved and looked at the rice paper in front of Ye Ping. This is high-quality Xuan paper that can be split into three sheets without affecting its quality. If properly preserved, this kind of Xuan paper can be passed down for thousands of years. The value of a piece of rice paper like this is measured by the foot, one foot is worth one tael of gold. Because this portrait depicts both people and scenery, it is four and a half feet long and two and a half feet wide. In other words, this piece of rice paper is worth eight taels of gold. But Su Changyu didn’t understand. He looked at the scroll.
In the painting. The sunset covered the sky, the Qingyun Mountains looked like a fairyland on earth, the flowers, plants and trees were lifelike, especially some details, which made them look more realistic. But the most eye-catching thing is the man in the portrait. The man's face was not fully drawn, only a profile, but Ye Ping managed to portray the aloof and indifferent temperament of a swordsman. This man was naturally Su Changyu. In the portrait, he is standing on a cliff, gazing at the sunset. There is an indescribable artistic conception that makes people feel absolutely beautiful. “This painting is good.” Although Su Changyu is not well educated, at least he has not gone against his conscience. Ye Ping's painting was indeed good, the only flaw was that he did not portray his own handsomeness well enough, only one ten-thousandth of it was portrayed. However, this was not because Ye Ping's skills were insufficient, but because he was too handsome, so Su Changyu did not think it was a big deal. Thinking that he could surpass Ye Ping in handsomeness, Su Changyu felt inexplicably happy. "As long as you are satisfied, brother." Ye Ping smiled slightly, then took out a square seal and stamped it on the upper right corner of the scroll. This is his seal. The four words "Qinglian Jushi" were clearly written on it. "Brother, take it." Ye Ping rolled up the painting and handed it to Su Changyu. "Thank you for your help, Junior Brother." Su Changyu nodded, but before Ye Ping could speak, a voice rang out. "Chang Yu, come quickly." A voice rang out, it was the voice of Taoist Taihua. "Junior brother, you continue to comprehend the sword marks. I will take my leave first." Su Changyu left a word, then quickly left and walked towards Taoist Taihua. Soon, Su Changyu came in front of Taoist Taihua. "Master, what's wrong? Did you borrow some money?" Su Changyu was a little curious and didn't understand why Taoist Taihua suddenly came to find him. Could it be that he borrowed some money? "I didn't borrow it, but I thought of a good idea." Taoist Taihua said with a look of joy on his face.
"Thought of it? What method?" Su Changyu was a little surprised. He really couldn't imagine that with his master's wisdom, could he think of any other good ideas besides borrowing money? "Chang Yu, although I didn't borrow any money this time when I went down the mountain, I passed by a pawn shop. Didn't our sect have a lot of things left by our ancestors? Why not pawn them all?" "Although one hundred taels of gold is difficult to sell, at least it can be exchanged for some silver. With the start-up capital, we can think of other ways. In two months, everything is possible." Taoist Taihua smiled and made way for him. "pawn?"