frightfiction Chapter 240 Devouring the Sea, Sword Qi Across the Autumn
Chapter 240 Devouring the Sea, Sword Qi Across the Autumn
In other words, even if one follows the techniques and uses spiritual power to repeatedly depict the painting, the final product may still deviate from one's original intention.
The extent to which the power of a masterpiece of painting can be brought into play is closely related to the painting pattern itself.
For example, Mu Changying observed the majestic tiger emerging from the mountain many times before painting the picture, and only when she felt inspired did she put her spiritual power into her brush.
When she swept out with her right leg, the force was steady and powerful, just like a tiger walking in a sick state, strong yet calm, fierce yet composed.
The left fist observes the falling snow.
Do you not see, the heavy snow falls like a mat, and the wind and frost are like swords, fierce and severe?
Therefore, the punches fall like an avalanche, possessing a boundless and overwhelming force.
Both designs resonate with Mu Changying's spirit, making them easy to draw and allowing them to complement each other. Mu Changying is both steady and bold, and his martial arts style is also characterized by its fortitude and ferocity.
However, neither the tiger descending the mountain nor the snow falling painting quite fits Zhu Wuyao's style.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to see through Hu San's lack of rebellious spirit at a glance in the mine.
Of course, you can also open blind boxes—
Just focus on channeling your spiritual energy through your cultivation techniques, and Heaven will take care of the rest.
But Zhu Wuyao didn't want to gamble on "fate".
What if it turns out to be a "butterfly that stirs up a hurricane"... that sounds quite classy.
But this sounds like gua sha!
Her Falling Leaf Sword, "Frost Transformation," while capable of defeating the strong with the weak and seizing lives unnoticed, requires considerable time to maneuver. Even though she grasped some of the "Chang Zeng" sword intent during the mine rebellion, making it impossible for her enemies to predict where her sword would strike, but—
The bladeless sword is gone!
In other words, Zhu Wuyao currently lacks powerful means of attack.
Zhu Wuyao sat cross-legged, peered into his dantian (lower abdomen), and saw the holdout resident—
"Are you there?"
She used her divine sense to poke the spirit pen... but received no response.
Looks like I've fallen asleep again.
During her time in the realm of sentient beings, Zhu Wuyao had tried to take it out. Although it had been of great help to her, the act of drawing the "Signing a Piece to Form a Bond" seal on her own still made her extremely wary.
Even though Zhu Wuyao's cultivation has now reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, he still cannot do anything about this spirit pen.
Let's ignore it for now; out of sight, out of mind.
Zhu Wuyao decided to first paint a picture on his right arm.
It's quiet at night.
Zhu Wuyao sat alone on the eaves.
In the myriad forms of life, although everything seems real, Zhu Wuyao always maintains a sense of detachment. Whenever she tries to immerse herself in the experience, something always makes her uncomfortable.
For example, the bookstore owner Hong Fei died.
After receiving a passable explanation, the people in this town simply turned the page on it so easily.
Including the children of Manager Hong Fei.
After taking Ye Xiaozhou's money, he really didn't care anymore.
The spiritual energy flowed through the meridians, slowly reaching the right arm.
Although it's a pity that the Sword Without Edge is gone, after so long, she has gotten used to being a divination cultivator and a sword cultivator at the same time.
Therefore, in the first drawing of the masterpiece, Zhu Wuyao designated the right hand holding the sword.
Spiritual energy circulates in the manner described in the cultivation technique.
May you close your eyes and find peace of mind.
I slowly searched for inspiration for my paintings.
Soon, a crescent moon appeared in her consciousness.
Silent and cold.
No...no, this doesn't belong to me!
Perhaps it was because of the earth-shattering battle between Ye Xiaozhou and the Lord of Xuan City some time ago, with the blood moon hanging in the sky, and the fact that the bright moon always accompanied him on the seven-mile journey during his escape.
Zhu Wuyao is now sitting alone on the eaves, with moonlight shining down.
Therefore, the first image that appeared in her consciousness was a cold crescent moon.
Zhu Wuyao declined the painting.
Because whether it's a blood moon or a cold moon, it all belongs to Ye Xiaozhou's story. She was just lucky enough to be bathed in moonlight, and therefore felt honored.
But that doesn't belong to her.
The image of the cold moon in his consciousness dissipated.
Along the way, Zhu Wuyao has experienced too many stories. It's rare for her to calm down, and her mind is filled with a flurry of thoughts.
She saw snow covering the ground in three layers, plum blossoms standing proudly in the cold; she also saw mist rising and geese honking, and purple lightning striking; occasionally, pink lotus blossoms appeared, their beauty envied by the wind and moon...
Zhu Wuyao couldn't help but smile.
She shook her head, quickly banishing the stories of others from her mind, and returned to meditation.
This time, she saw her own bladeless sword.
It seemed to flash quickly through my consciousness.
He must have missed it so much that he was hallucinating...
The bladeless sword slashed forward, sending fallen leaves swirling out like a desolate autumn scene.
Ah!
I summon a bright moon, illuminating the cold snow on my journey, while a hundred boats race alongside me. Like a whale eager to drink from the sea, my sword's aura already sweeps across the autumn sky!
This is... the Celestial Sight Technique and the Falling Leaf Sword!
There are countless extraordinary people in the world, each with their own unique charm. Sometimes I will pass by them in a hurry, sometimes I will accompany them, and sometimes we will part ways temporarily, waiting to meet again tomorrow.
But there are always some things that aren't just someone else's light shining on you, but stories that belong only to you.
When Zhu Wuyao saw the Sword Without Edge again, many things came to mind.
She thought of the devastation caused by the flood, the loss of her sword only to be found again; she thought of the karmic burden that bound her as she passed through the mountain gate, preventing her from moving forward; she thought of her enlightenment under the moon, the withered trees and fallen leaves; she thought of the decree to honor Heaven and punish evil, cleverly using karma to kill; she thought of the mine rebellion, the hesitant yet resolute sword strike…
She also has her own brilliance.
Ultimately, it all came down to that one name—Fallen Leaves Invite Autumn!
Perhaps one day, this name will become a legend in the cultivation world, known to all!
And this... is the story that truly belongs to me.
Zhu Wuyao opened her eyes and, without hesitation, guided her spiritual energy to gather in her right arm. She wanted to draw a fallen leaf, which was an affirmation of her self-identity and a domain that belonged only to her.
Even though the sword without an edge is destroyed, the swordsmanship remains!
Just as Ye Xiaozhou said, even if her scimitar is destroyed, she will still be the number one fighter.
A swift wind shakes the autumn leaves, destroying the withered and decaying with ease!
This is the meaning behind her request for the painting.
A painting requires multiple attempts to complete; this time, only the initial draft has been finalized, and it will take many more days before it is truly finished.
When the first stroke was made—
In the city of Biyi, a woman suddenly looked up.
She seemed to sense something was amiss, frowned slightly, and looked towards the south of the city. Even from a great distance, she could still see the serene autumn under the moonlight.
In the chaotic tapestry of humanity, this person's brilliance shines forth with dazzling radiance.
Four words inexplicably arose in the woman's mind: "I am the same."
She seemed to remember something.
It has been thirty-nine cycles since I last regained consciousness...
She finally found a new opportunity and remembered who she was.
He stretched out his right hand, and a faint phantom of a sharp sword appeared in the void.
It solidified in the next instant.
"I am... Qi Suowei...?"
Memories of hundreds of reincarnations flooded her mind in an instant. She recalled her helplessness and obsession, and the choices she made after uncovering the truth.
Eight hundred years have passed since I first entered Feidu Lake.
She spent three hundred years ascending to the position of Sword Immortal, and wasted eight hundred years of her life at Feidu Lake.
My heart and thoughts linger in my dreams, a single night can traverse thousands of autumns…
It really was all just a dream.