Chapter 56 Taoism is difficult to cultivate
After listening to Mr. Chang Wei's words, Tang Feifei just looked at Lin Yi curiously, and there was not much change in expression on her pretty face. However, after listening to Zhu Moyang next to him, his eyes became very surprised.
His lips were slightly open, as if the breath in his throat was a little blocked. Zhu Moyang was surprised and seemed to stop talking.
He is Mr.'s favorite student and the most famous painting idiot in Laocheng. As early as a few years ago, he became the most famous painter in Laocheng and even the whole huge empire.
Therefore, at this moment, the most respected gentleman personally admitted that he was not as good as the camel teenager in front of him. Although Zhu Moyang dared not say anything more, he was very unconvinced. After all, with his previous show, he is confident to stand on the mortal world and become the best painter in the world.
The so-called painting idiot, no painting is not crazy, only painting can be crazy.
Zhu Moyang's infatuation with painting is very much, so his level of practice is also very high. The geniuses in the world of practice are dim, and Lin Yi, who is at the peak of the bone refining period, can't see through it, because he is the real cultivation genius. Lu Xiaoyu, the ghost blue spirit, and the ancient physique will be insignificant in front of Zhu Moyang's infatuation.
"Sir, is Brother Lin Yi really so powerful?" Zhu Moyang said in disbelief. He has been in the world for more than ten years, but he is obviously an idiot with little contact with society, so he asks such a meaningless question.
Mr. listened, but nodded gently and did not answer. It seemed that he had long been accustomed to Zhu Moyang's questions.
Brother Lin, can you write a picture? I really want to see how high your level is. Zhu Moyang turned his head to look at Lin Yi and asked.
"Sir often told me that when I stood on the ground, someone climbed on the tree; and when I learned to climb the tree, the man had already learned to fly. So, I asked my husband, how much will that person reach when I learn to fly?
Lin Yi saw Xu Xu's loss in the other party's heart and asked weakly, "So did you tell you how far will the people after flying?" Zhu Moyang shook his head and did not answer.
"Three days later, I will come to the painting workshop to paint, but there is still something important today. It's time to leave!" Lin Yi said.
"Is this true?" Zhu Moyang was surprised and didn't expect Lin Yi to agree so simply this time. After all, he found a reason to avoid several of his previous proposals.
"I never lie!" Lin Yi affirmed. He punched the gentleman and Tang Feifei on the stage again, and then turned around and walked away from the painting workshop. The outsider strode up, and the smoke and dust bursts and drove away until even the slightly arched figure disappeared in the thirteenth alley.
After Zhu Moyang saw Lin Yi leave, he only had infinite expectations in his heart. He looked forward to the arrival of three days later, looking forward to seeing Lin Yi's painting, and hoping to know how powerful the person he praised was, while Mr. Chang Wei next to him was just calm, with a calm face, calm eyes and calm body and mind.
Mr. seems to have reached the age of 40, with unique wisdom that people can't see through and meticulous thinking that people can't guess.
Zhu Moyang is a person who is familiar with him. He knows that he has not been moved by the dust of the world, so people who can invite him to paint many times and praise him in person must have something unique. Moreover, according to Mr. Zhao's eyes at this moment, he must have a plan to include the other party in the painting workshop.
Lin Yi is very important to Moyan Painting Workshop and to you, but no one can know this except you.
There was a loud sound of horseshoe outside the door. From the sound, you can hear that the horse is very strong. The wooden wheels of the carriage rolled on the bluestone slab in the paved alley. As the sound got closer and closer, the horse's hoofs became louder and louder. Until a few breaths in the world, the sound was still in the inkstone painting. The gate of the square.
So, the groom in the car shouted and pulled the rope on the horse's mouth with his hands slightly. Suddenly, the horse stopped obediently, and the sound of footsteps under his hoof gradually calmed down.
Looking around, this is a luxurious carriage, golden and magnificent, pulled by a snow-white horse. The muscle curves on the white horse are perfect, and the long legs show how fast it runs, which looks very precious and rare.
The carriage was the carriage that Lin Yi met in the early morning, but he did not know from beginning to end that the owner of the carriage was Tang Feifei, a yellow-shirted woman in the inkstone painting workshop.
In the empty carriage, there is no second person except the groom at this moment, because this is a special carriage to pick up Tang Feifei back and forth.
"Miss, it's getting late. It's going to be night later. Go home quickly!" The groom shouted from the door of the painting workshop.
The voice of the groom passed through the gate of the painting workshop and clearly reached the ears of the people in the workshop. After hearing that her groom had shouted, Tang Feifei turned around and saluted her husband and her senior, and then walked away.
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After leaving Lin Yi and Tang Feifei, there was still a faint smell of ink in the huge painting room. Zhu Moyang looked at the two peach trees outside the courtyard and the pink petals on the peach blossoms. His heart was silent and his eyes were a little lax.
"Sir, is Brother Lin Yi's painting really better than me?" Zhu Moyang has always been difficult to believe this fact, and he can't even believe it. Therefore, after Lin Yi and Tang Feifei left, he finally did not give up asking.
Mr. looked sideways at Zhu Moyang's beautiful face and saw his loss, Xu's paleness on his face, and also saw that he had not wavered in ten years. That's the wavering of self-confidence in the bottom of his heart. It's the fear that he will fall sharply. That's the blow that Zhu Moyang can't bear.
The so-called practice is easy to reach, and the Tao is difficult to cultivate.
Zhu Moyang's cultivation has reached a very high level, but he doesn't want Zhu Moyang to stop here. He has high expectations for Zhu Moyang. Since he has expectations, he must let Zhu Moyang bear certain difficulties and blows on the road. Only when he is trapped and puzzled, can Zhu Moyang really grow up.
So, the gentleman turned his head and looked at him and said softly, "You have been practicing painting for ten years, and it's time to ask the dust."
Zhu Moyang didn't understand why his husband suddenly said this. He just listened quietly, looking flustered, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face, just like General Changsheng felt the taste of defeat, full of panic.
"Maybe he is stronger than I expected!" The gentleman said slowly. But that's just painting, not cultivation. Your cultivation is much higher than him, so he has a lot to go to compare with you.
"But what students care about most is painting. Students have studied painting with their husband for ten years. If this is not as good as him, what is the meaning of practice for students? Zhu Moyang said in pain.
He knew that what he said must be true, because he knew everything, and since he was not as good as Lin Yi, he must not be as good as Lin Yi, but he was unwilling and very unwilling.
"You are not inferior to him." Sir said.
"He has killing in his heart and hatred in his eyes. He has experienced life and death without death. He has tasted joys and sorrows, and knows all kinds of life. You have feelings, but you don't know what righteousness is, and what he has is what you lack. As a result, what led you to lose is not painting, but your feelings for painting.
Hearing this, Zhu Moyang lowered his head in shame. He touched the head behind his head with his hand, as if he understood his words vaguely, but from his confused eyes, he didn't seem very clear.
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