It had been more than ten days since the start of the semester at Yanjing University. During these ten days, after the traditional military training, Wu Xiao 'ai did not come looking for trouble. The four young masters of the Yan University that Ding Yun and the others mentioned did not appear either. Chu Zifeng's life was quite comfortable. Other than facing the three clowns every day, he only found a quiet and secluded place to cultivate.
Since there were no techniques to practice, Chu Zifeng could only study the Green Wood Emperor Technique. The Green Wood Emperor Technique did not have any moves or routines to speak of. It relied on circulating the true energy in the body to attack the enemy, but it was an attack that would hurt the soul but not the body! For example, if Chu Zifeng used the Green Wood Emperor Technique to hit a person, the person would not show any signs of injury on the surface, but his soul would be destroyed. This was also the most unique feature of the Green Wood Emperor Technique.
However, Chu Zifeng lived in an ordinary world after all. He didn't know if there were any other cultivators in this world besides himself. At least, he hadn't met any other cultivators yet. Therefore, even if he was in danger, Chu Zifeng couldn't easily use the Green Wood Emperor Technique to avoid exposing his identity as a cultivator and being seen as a monster. Therefore, Chu Zifeng used the past few days. He had extracted some moves from some martial arts books and combined them with some methods of luck from the Green Wood Emperor Art. He had created the Eight God-Slaying Moves that could fight ordinary people without being too exaggerated.
Chu Zifeng was a genius in learning. As long as he had a foundation and understood the principles, he would be able to understand everything. It was not too difficult for him to create his own style. Chu Zifeng had combined the ancient Chinese martial arts 'Eighteen Drops of Soaked Clothes' and the Iron Thread Fist to create the Eight God-Slaying Strokes. The movement technique, fist technique, and the method of luck could even be cultivated by ordinary people. However, the Eight God-Slaying Strokes were useless to Chu Zifeng.
"Looks like I have to find another cultivation technique as soon as possible!”
Sitting on the bed in his dorm, Chu Zifeng understood that some things couldn't be rushed. Things like cultivation techniques could only be encountered by chance. He thought back to the time when he became a cultivator because of a fortuitous encounter. He hoped that his luck would be as good as it was then. With a few more fortuitous encounters, he would be able to obtain even more things. (Little Bean Chinese Network)docin.net
Chu Zifeng stayed in his dorm for the entire morning. There were no classes to attend that morning, so he was not interested in the miscellaneous classes.
It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and Qi Bai and the other two were probably not in the classroom. Chu Zifeng went to the bottom of the school's gymnasium alone. This place was discovered by Chu Zifeng five days ago. There was an empty space below the gymnasium, and there were only a dozen stone pillars supporting the gymnasium. Usually, no students would come to this godforsaken place. For the past few nights, Chu Zifeng had been cultivating here.
But today was different. When Chu Zifeng arrived at the stadium, he saw a girl in a white dress sitting on a rock with a paintbrush in her hand.
Chu Zifeng was very curious. Why would a student come to this place to draw? Didn't the school have a special studio? He walked towards the girl.
The girl was so engrossed in her drawing that she didn't even notice that there was someone behind her. Chu Zifeng didn't make a sound, nor did he look at the girl's face. Instead, he looked at what the girl was drawing.
The girl was drawing an ink wash painting, the most ancient art in China. She had just finished half of the painting, and it was a painting of mountains and rivers. It was very lifelike.
"Not bad."
Suddenly, Chu Zifeng subconsciously said something, causing the girl to jump in shock. The brush in her hand tilted and the entire painting was ruined.
However, the girl did not fly into a rage. She slowly stood up and turned to face Chu Zifeng, asking,""Classmate, do you know ink painting too?”
Her voice was soft and beautiful, like a parrot singing. (Little Bean's original forum: "What do you think of the Mountain River Diagram I drew just now?" asked the girl.” Chu Zifeng smiled and said," I'm just a layman. I don't have any opinions!" However, this student, I saw that you seemed to be a little anxious when you were drawing just now. It seemed that you didn't find the right feeling and only drew with your profound brush skills!” "Feelings? Is the feeling you're talking about inspiration or something else?” "Actually, a painting is the same as a person. If a woman's temperament can make everyone ignore her appearance, then this woman is definitely the public enemy of all men in the world. In other words, if you could find the feeling of the object you were painting, the brush technique would become your assistant. This was what people often called artistic conception.” Concept, that was something that only masters could possess. How could a girl at this age possess it! "I want to too, but no matter what I do, I can't find the feeling of what I'm painting!” "Everything in the world supports each other. If you want to draw an ancient mountain and river map, I suggest you learn more about ancient history and civilization, as well as the thoughts of the ancient people at that time. The famous painters, poets, and writers in our country all liked to travel around the world. Li Bai, Du Fu, and Tang Bohu had traveled all over China before they produced their masterpieces that would be passed down for generations. However, they did not travel around the world for fun. They were looking for feelings. They found the feelings that they needed. As they accumulated bit by bit, they naturally transformed into a kind of artistic conception.” Hearing Chu Zifeng's words, the girl could not digest it and said,""What you said is so profound! However, I can be sure that someone who can say these words is definitely not a layman. Classmate, I don't think I've seen you before. You should be a new student this year, right?” "Yes, my name is Chu Zifeng. I'm a freshman in the economics department."” "Chu Zifeng? This name sounded pretty good. Hello, my name is Xiao Jing. I'm a fourth-year art major.” Xiao Jing? Alright, why did Chu Zifeng find this girl familiar? So he was the number one beauty on the campus belle list! However, it seemed like Chu Zifeng had helped her snatch the number one beauty, Xiao Jing. In terms of looks, Xiao Jing and Wu Xiao 'ai should be on par! "So it's Senior Jing.” Xiao Jing's face turned red." Did you know about it from the school belle list?" she asked. Actually, that school belle ranking is just a joke. I don't like it!” I say, big beauty, you can't be, right? That day, I spent a lot of effort to help you get first place, but now you're telling me you don't like it! However, Chu Zifeng also felt that this Xiao Jing was a little special. Thinking about how Wu Xiao 'ai had come to his dorm for the position of the number one beauty, but she, Xiao Jing, said that the school belle ranking was a joke and didn't seem to care at all! "Hehe, I occasionally saw her. Senior Jing is so popular. Even without the school belle list, you're still the number one beauty in Yan University!” Xiao Jing didn't say much on the school belle list. Instead, she turned to drawing and said,""Junior Zifeng…can I call you that?” "Of course you can." "It's really hard for me to understand what you said just now, and I can't find that feeling for the time being. But my painting is due next month, can you help me?” To be honest, Chu Zifeng knew how to draw, but he had sworn four years ago that he would never pick up a paintbrush again in his lifetime. The reason was… "Senior Jing, I'm really sorry. I only know how to talk. If I really draw it, I'm afraid I can't even draw an egg well!” "If that's the case, then there's no other way. I'll draw it again in a different way! Oh right, Junior Zifeng, today seems to be the day of club registration. Which club did you sign up for?” If Xiao Jing hadn't mentioned it, Chu Zifeng would have forgotten about it. Ding Yun had reminded him yesterday, but he had been cultivating in his dorm the whole day and hadn't thought about anything else. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Qi Bai and the other two for a day. They must have gone to sign up for a club with beautiful girls. "Oh no! Senior Jing, I won't chat with you for now. My classmates might be looking for me everywhere.” After saying that, Chu Zifeng immediately left. This book comes from：m.funovel.com。