I became a peerless master

Chapter 13 Starting from Conception

Chapter 13: Starting from Conception

"A few days ago, because I was worried about Master, I went out with Shuang'er to relax, and I came to Senior Song with a lot of worries~"

"That girl Sun Shuang'er doesn't want to practice Taoism at all, she just wants to spend her time eating delicious food, so she is always punished by the elder brother, so she is also troublesome."

"When I came here that day, Senior Song mentioned that the grocery store was named 'Worriless'..."

Sure enough, after returning from Senior Song, the monstrous crisis faced by Master and Da Ze Sect was instantly resolved.

Sun Shuang'er, who was idle in cultivation, formed a magical cyclone in her body that could automatically and quickly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth without meditating.

Both Shuang'er and I's worries instantly vanished into nothingness.

Isn't this the intention of Senior Song to open this 'Worry-Free Grocery Store'?
When the common people enter our door, all worries can be eliminated!
In a trance, Zhang Xuemo seemed to see the tall back of that fairy-like young man standing with his hands behind his back.

Dare to let all living beings "worry-free", the state of mind and pursuit of Song predecessors are really admirable.

Moreover, if it is not true power, who would dare to have the spirit to make all living beings "carefree"?

In a few words and two words, Zhang Xuemo spoke out another deep meaning of the word "Worriless" that he had realized, and both Chen Guanshan and Yang Ming gasped.

If this is the case, then Senior Song's true realm is most likely to be more profound than what they guessed.

"Master, Uncle Yang, I'm just guessing wildly, but we should be able to confirm it soon."

The expression on Qiao's face became more and more determined, and Zhang Xuemo's eyes flashed a little star that was almost worshiping:

"The three of us came to visit Mr. Song today. Master and I came here with full gratitude and nothing to worry about."

"Only you, Uncle Yang..."

Master Yang Mingming has big things on his mind, Zhang Xuemo doesn't need to say that.

Now at the entrance of the shop, Zhang Xuemo's "epiphany" has been delayed for some time, and the three of them didn't dare to continue talking nonsense, so they hurried into the shop.

The moment he stepped into the shop, Master Yang Ming's breath suddenly stagnated, which shocked Chen Guanshan again.

It's just that Yang Ming didn't spurt blood this time, and his old face was full of shock.

"Sure enough, the Xian family used it. The moment I entered the store, I felt that my Taoist heart instantly reached the mirror state, and my whole body became lighter."

Cautiously following behind Chen Guanshan, Yang Ming couldn't help but murmur in a low voice: "Even the injuries to my soul caused by me practicing swordsmanship just outside the store have recovered in an instant."

"This is a real expert, you must not stop being reckless!"

The answer to Yang Ming was Chen Guanshan's explanation that his voice had changed a bit.

Chen Guanshan, who has entered the state of concentration, is not clear about the situation in the house.

Although everything in the shop did not have the slightest aura fluctuation, in a glimpse, various dao rhymes were constantly circulating.

It seems that this shop itself is full of great principles.

Calligraphy, painting, sculpture, loose wine and fruit juice, Chen Guanshan is sure that every item in this shop may be something special.

With a lot of thoughts in his mind, like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, Chen Guanshan looked at the various items with different artistic conceptions in the shop. Chen Guanshan became more and more cautious in his heart, for fear that he would make a mistake and make Senior Song unhappy.

The grocery store is not big, and the three of them soon came to the empty area by the window.

"Sit down, please, let's have a glass of water first!"

The gentle and polite voice sounded again, bringing back the thoughts of several people who were thinking a lot. The extremely young-looking Senior Song was already carrying tea and slowly placing it on the table.

The movements were slow and gentle, without any aura fluctuations, exactly like ordinary people. Seeing this scene, Chen Guanshan and Yang Ming couldn't help admiring from the bottom of their hearts - this is the real integration into the world of mortals.

You know, the immortal cultivators in this world can easily do many things even if they don't do it.

For example, if Chen Guanshan invites others to drink tea, he only needs to move his mind a little, and he can send the teacup to the other party in the air.

In daily life, the methods of immortal cultivators are of great help. Who would be willing to do things by themselves if they can be solved with a single thought.

Even if you do it manually, the spiritual energy in your body will flow naturally, and it will be much easier to move thousands of catties.

Like Senior Song, a true hermit is one who leaves out all the spiritual energy in his body, does not mix any methods of cultivators, and completely blends into the mortal from the whole body to the spirit~

"Thank you sir."

The admiration was only for a moment. After hearing Song Ye's words, Chen Guanshan and Yang Ming spoke at almost the same time.

Then he sat down solemnly, with the joystick straightened up, exactly like a primary school student meeting his teacher.

Seeing the performance of the two of them, Song Ye couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, these two old men are also idiots~"

They are quite old, if they are not really obsessed with calligraphy and painting, how could they be in such a state in front of this junior.

In the so-called world of art, the master is the teacher, which is exactly the truth.

"You two old gentlemen don't have to stick to it. My place is not a classroom, and you are not students, so just feel free."

Feeling emotional in his heart, Song Ye hurriedly reminded them, and the two of them, who were a little stiff, took a deep breath quickly, and then adjusted their state, looking more natural.

"Since you guys are here for painting, let's start with the "Sunrise at East Peak" that I will make this morning."

Seeing that the other party had relaxed a little, but his spirit was obviously still tense, and even relaxing was a bit deliberate, Song Ye had to change his approach.

Since they are both calligraphy and painting lovers, mentioning common hobbies will always make you less nervous!
"The scene of this painting is in the east of our Binhe City, where there is a continuous and continuous mountain range, one morning two years ago, below..."

When it comes to painting, Song Ye, whose skills have reached the state of Dzogchen, thinks that his level is not inferior to any contemporary painter.

If it weren't for the broken hands of those immortal cultivators, who condensed formations in the paintings to guide spiritual energy, etc., the paintings would not only have ornamental value, but also become various magic weapons and spiritual weapons to destroy the world.

Song Ye has long been famous and has become an idol-level legend since his debut.

Of course, even if superb painting skills are nothing in this high-level world of cultivating immortals, it does not prevent Song Ye from exchanging experience in front of these two old men who love calligraphy and painting.

He opened his mouth immediately, starting from the idea of ​​the painting, the idea, the brushwork, and the technique. Song Ye spoke in a calm tone, and planned to talk about it seriously.

Unexpectedly, the expressions of these three people after seeing "Sunrise on the East Peak", especially the rapid breathing of the old man named Yang Xiaoming who was vomiting blood, made Song Ye unable to continue talking...

(End of this chapter)