Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: The Young Man Draws the Wild Horse With Ink, Cleansing the Eternal Sense of Emptiness

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Fourth Master Lin’s words were filled with anticipation. His gaze landed on An Le, and it was bright.

In fact, these words were rather rude and even a little provocative, but Fourth Master Lin asked rather sincerely.

Xi Xiang stood quietly at the side and did not dare to say anything. She did not expect Fourth Master to say this.

An Le was stunned for a moment before he understood the meaning behind Fourth Master Lin’s words. His gaze turned and landed on the black horse in the distance that was basking in the warm spring sun.

The Daoli horse was pitch-black and had a long and narrow mane. It raised its rough horse neck and just by walking in the grass, it seemed to have Qi Blood surging. Its eyes were bright, and the muscles on its stretched horse body were knotted, containing surging strength.

The sunlight shone on its black fur and sparkled. It was indeed a handsome horse.

“Good horse.” An Le admired the Daoli horse and praised it sincerely.

The Daoli Black Horse on the grass field in the distance seemed to have heard An Le’s praise. It puffed out some steam from its big nostrils, raised its thick neck, and jogged a few steps back and forth. Its mane fluttered, revealing its divine handsomeness.

“Fourth Master, other than painting bamboo, I know a little about everything else.”

After praising the horse, he turned to look at Fourth Master Lin and cupped his fists.

Fourth Master Lin’s eyes became brighter and brighter. He arrived beside An Le in a few steps and pulled An Le’s hand to the table.

“Come, come, come. Master An, can you show me something?”

“Just draw me the painting of a horse outside the pass.”

Fourth Master Lin bowed to An Le and requested solemnly.

“Why is Fourth Master so obsessed with drawing the horse?” An Le did not refuse and only asked curiously.

Fourth Master Lin raised his head, and there was a hint of worry between his brows. He looked at the horse in the distant pasture. “I like to raise and train horses. This Daoli has returned with me from outside the pass. It’s my favorite horse, but in Lin’an, it can’t run and often falls sick. After thinking about it, I decided to send it away.”

“This painting is a memento and a farewell.”

“I like horses. but being in Lin’an leaves me no choice. I’m covered in shackles.

If it follows me, it’ll only be restricted and won’t have the chance to gallop on the battlefield.’

Fourth Master Lin said a lot, and the loneliness and reluctance in his tone were very strong.

An Le could clearly feel Fourth Master Lin’s reluctance and his heart being cut by a knife.

Fourth Master Lin sent his prized Daoli horse away, just like how the Lin

Residence sent away those young masters who were about to set off.

An Le sighed.

He suddenly understood why Madam Hua wanted him to find Fourth Master Lin to understand the Little Sacred Ranking. Perhaps Madam Hua also wanted him to draw a horse for Fourth Master Lin.

Of course, the decision was still his. If he was unwilling or would not, he could just refuse.

An Le thought for a moment and smiled. “In that case, I’ll embarrass myself.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Fourth Master Lin, who still had a hint of loneliness between his brows, couldn’t help but turn his head to look over, his eyes filled with joy. He knew that since An Le was willing to draw, he naturally had some confidence.

“I’ll grind the ink for Master An!”

Fourth Master Lin was looking forward to it. He removed the half of the painting he had drawn on the table and laid it out again.

In the distance, Xi Xiang’s heart surged as she watched. Fourth Master had personally ground ink and changed paper. If news of this spread, it would definitely attract attention.

“Fourth Master, there’s no need for formalities. Change it to cooked rice paper.” An Le said.

Drawing the horse with cooked rice paper?

Fourth Master Lin was stunned for a moment. He had also admired An Le’s ink bamboo from Madam Hua. With the ink painting technique, the bamboo painting was indeed unique and had a special charm.

But horses could also be drawn in the style of the pen?!

Only by painting the horse with a brush could one outline the horse’s body and expression. Compared to painting people, painting the horse with a brush would have an advantage. Only by outlining the horse’s mane and hair with fine brushes could one draw the fine details and be lifelike.

However, he did not question anything. An Le’s ink bamboo had formed its own style. It was not impossible for him to draw!

He immediately exchanged the raw rice paper for cooked rice paper and began to focus on grinding ink.

The sound of rubbing was like a bamboo sea rippling, and the ink fragrance immediately floated up in the courtyard.

An Le pondered for a long time and did not draw immediately. Instead, he walked to the Daoli horse, who was pacing in the grass field.

Perhaps it was because of the Demon Tempering Treasure Jade, the Daoli horse did not show any arrogance towards An Le’s approach. Instead, it obediently went to An Le’s side and rubbed against him.

An Le rubbed its head and took the reins. He took the saddle and patted the horse’s abdomen before turning around to return to the table.

Fourth Master Lin, who was grinding ink, watched quietly.

“The Great Dao of Painting lies in pursuing nature. Since Fourth Master wants to remember Daoli, I should paint its most unruly and free moment.”

On the grass field.

Daoli, who had taken off the saddle, raised its horse’s neck high and swung it violently. Its mane fluttered, dazzling and unruly!

An Le raised his brush at the right time and spread his ink. His mental power surged in his Niwan Palace.

Then, he drew.

Jing Street, the luxurious mansion that the Qin Residence had prepared for Luo

Qingchen.

In a pavilion in the residence.

In the long corridor, there were flowing goblets and winding water.

Boiling water was boiling in the carbon furnace. Steam rose, and the furnace’s mouth screamed non-stop.

Luo Qingchen sat quietly and looked at the rockery and pond in the calm Water Pavilion. His eyes were hollow as if he was in a daze.

Young Master Qin’s words to him yesterday were extremely impolite, but it was understandable. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. It was inevitable that he would lose his mind.

Furthermore, Young Master Qin was not an easy person to talk to. Among the young masters of the Qin Residence, Young Master Qin was the most domineering, but he had the confidence.

Ever since Qin Qianqiu’s second brother was beaten to death by the seventh son of the Lin family in the Martial Arts Arena, Prime Minister Qin was inconsolable. Later on, he gave birth to Qin Qianqiu and transferred Second Young Master Qin’s favoritism to him.

Therefore, Qin Qianqiu was Prime Minister Qin’s treasure.

Apart from that, Qin Qianqiu’s cultivation talent and the immense power he obtained by accompanying the prince were all his limitless confidence.

There were many experts behind him. The only thing he, Luo Qingchen, was worthy of attention was breaking through the five realms in both paths. The five realms of cultivation were a hurdle. There were many people who broke through the five realms alone. It was worth mentioning to break through both of the five realms.

However, no matter how commendable it was, his Dao heart was easily covered in dust. If he disappointed people time and time again, he would lose his favor.

In Qin Qianqiu’s heart, Luo Qingchen’s value had already been greatly reduced, which was why he had such an impolite conversation yesterday.

“Kill An Le?”

Luo Qingchen stood up and walked down from the pavilion with his hands behind his back. He walked to the edge of the pool and looked at the koi and goldfish swimming comfortably in the pool. He could not help but be distracted.

“However, the young man now is no longer the nameless person I saw on Jing Street back then. He has the Little Sacred Token, Hua Jiebing’s protection, and a painting of ink that shocked Lin’an… If I kill such a person, I’m afraid I’ll have to give up my life.”

“I don’t want to.”

Luo Qingchen closed his eyes.

The figure of the Legendary Top Scholar from the past appeared in his mind.

Even though the Eastern Sea Heart Cleansing Pearl had washed away the dust of his Dao heart, he still could not forget the crushing battle that day.

The shadow had always existed and was engraved in the depths of his heart. He needed to cleanse it himself.

The shadow left behind by Hua Jiebing’s Heart Sword was nothing.

Opening his eyes, Luo Qingchen’s eyes were filled with deep fatigue. He had once left Qingzhou with gusto and headed straight for Lin’an to assert his dominance.

However, once he was defeated, he had unknowingly wasted a long time.

He had no time to look back.

“Perhaps Lin’an and I are incompatible and it’s time to return to Qingzhou.” Luo Qingchen exhaled.

He planned to find an opportunity to visit Prime Minister Qin and thank him for giving him the Eastern Sea Heart Cleansing Pearl back then. Although he had joined Prime Minister Qin’s residence for many years and could be considered to have repaid his kindness, at that time, he was at a dead end and Prime Minister Qin was willing to help. The meaning was naturally different. “Zhu Shan, prepare the carriage. I want to visit Prime Minister Qin.”

Returning to the pavilion, Luo Qingchen picked up the tea that had already turned cold and shouted softly.

However, the voice echoed in the long corridor, but there was no response from the burly coachman who walked out of Qingzhou with him.

Luo Qingchen froze before the tea even entered his mouth.

When it came to drawing horses, many images flashed through An Le’s mind.

There was a famous horse painting, Five Horses, but that walked the path of plain sketching. It meticulously outlined every detail and expression of the horse with a stroke.

Furthermore, other than the horse, there was also a person. The horse was saddled and led by the rein. It was not suitable for Fourth Master Lin’s mental state.

A free horse, an unruly horse… He still had to rely on that famous painting master.

As his mental power surged, An Le’s mind was clear, as if paintings had flashed past.

After cultivating, his Niwan Palace accumulated mental power. An Le felt that his painting skills had improved a lot, and they were even deeper than in his previous life.

He was not drawing the paintings from his previous life, but using painting techniques to add his own understanding to the painting.

The soft wolf hair absorbed the thick ink and landed on the white rice paper. A thick stroke of ink drew the horse’s neck. The lines were thick and heavy. Then, it drew the horse’s abdomen. The arc outlined it naturally!

As the brush and ink landed on the paper, An Le’s mind surged majestically like fireflies in the night.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth moved with it, bringing with it the spring breeze.

At the side, Fourth Master Lin’s pupils constricted. With a few strokes, he roughly outlined the horse’s form. The thick ink drew the horse’s neck and outlined the horse’s abdomen. An Le seemed to have an extremely good understanding of the horse’s body structure!

When the structure of the neck, abdomen, hips, legs, and other parts were outlined, the image was big in front and small in the back. It had an X-ray texture. An Le dyed another brush with wet ink and splashed it. It was thick and light. In an instant, the horse form and muscle lines were drawn on paper.

Then, he used the dry brush to sweep the ink out of the mane and tail. It was thick, dry, wet, and natural. It was agile!

A stroke of the horse’s leg was like a steel knife. The force penetrated the paper like a horse had already started galloping!

Buzz, buzz, buzz…

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged and his mental power condensed on the painting!

An Le’s expression was solemn as his mental power continuously fused into the painting. He raised his brush and outlined the horseshoe with thick ink. The painting was very detailed. Once the horseshoe was formed, it was as if the essence of the entire painting was condensed!

In an instant, it was as if a horse had landed and thunder rumbled behind the clouds!

Fourth Master Lin and Xi Xiang watched from the side in shock.

The horses in the painting were wild and unbridled. They ran wildly on the grassland at lightning speed!

In the distance, Daoli, who was on the grassland, seemed to have sensed the galloping of its own kind. It neighed and raised its front hooves high, running wildly on the grassland.

Fourth Master Lin looked at the ink horse jumping on the rice paper in shock. The light, darkness, lines, x-ray vision, and other ink drawing techniques that were integrated into the sketch seemed to make him see the once unrestrained and extraordinary Daoli horse!

At that moment, Fourth Master Lin felt a sense of freedom that was out of control and the boldness to break through the shackles!

The wind suddenly rose in the world, and grass flew and horses galloped!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth and mental power converged on the painting!

The young man splashed ink and drew a wild horse.. After drawing it, he obtained an eighth-grade Spirit Refinement Painting!