The Feng Zun Journey
Painting
If the cultivation method they were running was in accordance with their unique talent, then it would be even better.
Why is this talent so impressive? Simple reason.
When such people were cultivating, it was as if two people were working towards the same goal simultaneously!
They can also share their attention. For example, while one soul exercises soul power, understands a Dao path, or is steeped in Taoist magic, the other soul can focus on the foundation and strengthen its cultivation base.
Cultivating in such a way, it would definitely make a very rapid progress!
Hearing that question Dou Nie's expression froze, looked a bit strange, then said, “My other soul? Him, ah... He's just an idiot enamored with art and painting.”
“Did he use painting to understand the dao path? How can you call that an idiot?"
Feng Zun did not understand.
Dou Nie's pretty face flushed red, and she spoke with stuttering, “She... She.. She only likes to paint women..”.
“....”
If a man has such a hobby, he may be called a woman lover. After all, which man doesn't like beauty?
But for a woman, if you have such a hobby, then it must be a bit strange!
It was only fitting that Dou Nie was restrained and looked uncomfortable when Feng Zun brought up his other soul. Besides, which woman likes to paint other women?
Feng Zun thought for a moment, then said, “There are so many weird worlds out there. Every strange thing you can't imagine must be somewhere, it applies to your other souls as well. Her hobby is a little unique to some people out there, but it's actually understandable."
Dou Nie smiled awkwardly and said, "Not that. Fellow Daoist Feng, you don't understand. There's something strange about his painting.”
This instantly aroused Feng Zun's curiosity. “What's wrong about the painting?”
Dou Nie thought for a moment, he gritted his teeth and took out a scroll from behind his sleeve, then gave it to Feng Zun.
“Daoist colleague, this is one of his latest paintings. You'll know what I mean when I see it."
When Feng Zun opened the scroll, he was instantly stunned.
This is a painting of a beautiful woman coming out of the bathtub, a very good depiction of her. This painting is able to capture the moment of greatest natural beauty based on its subject, creating a lively and enchanting landscape unparalleled.
A thin mist enveloped the innocent body of the female woman in the painting, and a faint depiction of her smooth white skin, left much of one's space to imagine.
If this was the work of a worldly artist, it would definitely only display his mortal skill.
But since this was the work of a cultivator, it had an indescribable enchanting atmosphere within it, which was difficult to express in words.
When Feng Zun saw the painting, even he could not help feeling confused. Then, he clicked his tongue in admiration, “Such skills are indeed rare. The beauty he described was very pretty, but he still retained the natural charm of his subject. It is even far superior to erotica directly.”
When he saw how embarrassed Dou Nie was, he re-rolled the scroll and returned it to the girl, “There is nothing embarrassing about this. Instead, using painting as a means of pursuing the dao, there was always the possibility of making it a cultivation method. My teacher once told me that in ancient times, the mighty cultivators could also guide the power of heaven and earth between his ink strokes. Every touch of his brush was capable of stirring up wind and thunder, and fusing them to produce a true masterpiece."
Feng Zun stopped here, and his eyes lit up, then said, “I have also read the story of an old cultivator who is good at painting. He paints the landscape of hell very clearly, then when he manages to get his enemy trapped into the painting, then the enemy will feel the torment like hell.”
He then looked at Dou Nie and teased, Your other “Jivou might as well reach this level someday. He can use his paintings to cultivate, and realize the beauty in his paintings. He may even be able to make his work, transform into a spiritual entity that has consciousness. That would definitely be an interesting technique.”
As Dou Nie listened to this, his expression became somewhat strange.
He suddenly realized that Feng Zun, whom he saw honestly and uncontrollably, despite his extraordinary attitude, seemed to be very interested in this. When talking about this, he spoke more than usual, words flowed out from him without the slightest hitch.
"Are men...everything is like this?" Dou Nie muttered to himself.
"By the way, who's the woman in the painting?" Feng Zun suddenly asked.
The subject in the painting was a woman, but since it was a scene from behind and she was shrouded in mist, her face became a mystery.
"Ah ..that's..."
It was as if a Dou Nie had been struck by lightning. He hurriedly put away the painting, and his cheeks flushed red. He looks so embarrassed.
"So that's you?"
Feng Zun's expression was strange.
It was only fitting that he was so embarrassed when commenting on the painting earlier. So, it turns out that she was the beauty that was poured into the painting…
Feng Zun could not help but be curious and reevaluate the figure of the girl.
This made Dou Nie very uncomfortable, and his hair stood upright. In his heart, he cried out in regret. How could I be so stupid as to take out such an embarrassing painting for her to see?
Feng Zun knew he was uncomfortable, so he laughed. "Just calm down, I won't tell anyone else about your secret.”
He thought for a moment, then took out an empty jade slip, carved it, and gave it to Dou Kou.
“This is some of my Dao insights on art. At first I was very interested in such a dao path, but since I was not talented in painting, so it was not very useful to me, it was not very useful, but it may be able to help your other soul increase mastery in his art. If not, then that insight will be completely wasted, so take it.”
Dou Nie was stunned. He hurriedly said, “Mean Daoist Feng, you have saved my life. And I haven't paid that favor. How could I..”.
Feng Zun cut his words,
"Take it."
He slipped the jade slip into Dou Nie's hand, then placed his hand behind and walked back.