Rebirth of the soul rekindles the dream of the beauty of the country

Rulong saw that it was a female cultivator from the Caiyi Sect, so he asked, "Fellow Daoist, the competition is over. What can I do for you?"

This female cultivator is the Saint of the Caiyi Sect, known as the Caiyi Saint.

The Colorful Saint said, "Your talent is outstanding and impressive. I am not here to compete with you, but to challenge Peak Master Mu."

The Colorful Saint then said to the monks around her, "I heard that when Peak Master Mu was the Saint of Qingshan Sect, she was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which impressed many disciples of the ten major sects. But I didn't see it with my own eyes, so I want to challenge Peak Master Murong Xue to see if the rumor is true."

Murong Xue did not answer. With Rulong there, she believed that Rulong could handle it.

Didn't Rulong say he knew a thing or two about music, chess, calligraphy and painting? Judging from his performance, why should he be afraid of the colorful-clothed saint?

Rulong interrupted the Colorful Saint and said, "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, what is your name?"

Seeing that Rulong didn't recognize her, the Colorful Saint was a little disappointed, so she said, "I am the Saint of the Colorful Sect, known as the Colorful Saint. You can call me Hua Xiangrong."

Rulong unconsciously recited a Tang Dynasty poem by the poet Li Bai: "The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is gorgeous."

Then he said, "Hua Xiangrong, what a good name."

Hua Xiangrong had never heard of these two lines of poetry and thought they were written by Rulong.

The spring breeze inside blows the doorstep, revealing my beauty. How could he have seen the spring breeze blowing open my skirt, revealing my icy skin, my beautiful heart beating wildly, which makes me shy and my face blush, which makes me look even more beautiful.

But the spring breeze blows the dew on the threshold, Rulong should not have seen it, could it be? It might be a conjecture, which made her even more confused. She didn't expect that Rulong could speak fluently, and it was actually a quatrain. The key point was that she received such high praise.

Rulong had no idea that just reciting two lines of ancient poetry would lead to such a huge misunderstanding.

The spring breeze blows on the threshold, and the dew on the flowers is thick. Rulong never thought about whether this was the meaning of the original poem as interpreted by Hua Xiangrong, and of course he did not know Hua Xiangrong's specific interpretation.

Hua Xiangrong was recalling the past in a state of confusion and fascination, and the people around her were also recalling the past slowly. However, Rulong said, "Colorful Saint, if you want to challenge the master, you are not of high enough status. I can play with you. You must defeat me first."

Hua Xiangrong was not happy when Rulong said he was not qualified to challenge Murong Xue, but she thought to herself that a good teacher produces a good student, so she said, "I want to compete in embroidery. Do you know how to do it?"

Hua Xiangrong glanced at Rulong confidently. Although Rulong was amazing in chess, calligraphy and painting, and she felt inferior to him, embroidery was a women's job, so he shouldn't be able to do needlework, right?

Rulong laughed in his heart, thinking that I would not be able to do it, right? The powerful master Wang Qingfeng, who is still imprisoned in the abandoned world of Longqi Sect, taught me the magic needle method, which includes various needle methods, including acupuncture, needle array, needlework, etc. It is simply a piece of cake for embroidery.

Murong Xue was in a dilemma, as she also thought Rulong couldn't embroider.

When all the monks thought that Rulong was going to be defeated, Rulong said, "My hometown's embroidery is quite famous, such as Suzhou embroidery, Sichuan embroidery, etc. I also know a little bit about it. How do you think we can compare?"

Hua Xiangrong didn't expect Rulong to be able to embroider, so she said, "Well, since you want to compete, I'll let you see it."

Hua Xiangrong was full of confidence. She threw the round silk fan in her hand into the air. The fan quickly grew larger, with a diameter of about two meters.

The mandarin ducks originally embroidered on the small silk fan seemed to have a spirit. They flew out of the fan and were collected by Hua Xiangrong into the spirit beast bag.

I don't know whether the mandarin ducks were originally two spiritual beasts, or they gained spirituality after Hua Xiangrong showed up. But at least the small silk fan is a magic weapon. It can grow bigger and should be able to house beasts or make a fake thing come true. I just don't know if it has any other uses.

Hua Xiangrong had a smile on her lips and looked at Rulong proudly, but Rulong said nothing, asked nothing, and expressed nothing, which made Hua Xiangrong a little disappointed. She punched on cotton, like a well-read person discussing poetry with an illiterate person who knew nothing about literature.

Hua Xiangrong was a little angry and wanted to teach Rulong a lesson, so she said, "We are all embroidering on that precious fan. If the painting is not perfect, it cannot be considered a win."

Hua Xiangrong smiled again. This was a difficult competition. She didn't know whether it was to embarrass Rulong or herself. This was to show her high level of embroidery skills.

Rulong also smiled lightly, thinking that this woman was a little interesting, and said, "Okay, let's get started."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hua Xiangrong took out an embroidery needle with a golden thread attached to the tip of the needle. Under the control of her spiritual consciousness, the embroidery needle pierced the treasure fan and began to weave back and forth.

Rulong was faster than her. He fired several needles at once and instantly embroidered several stars on the treasure fan, and the night sky took shape vaguely.

Hua Xiangrong saw that Rulong had embroidered the sky, while she was embroidering flowers. The two elements could not form a perfect painting, so how could she win? Rulong was deliberately sabotaging.

But he embroidered it first, so I would be the one who sabotaged it. No matter what, if I wanted to win, I could only change the embroidery to Xiuyun.

Hua Xiangrong then made some slight adjustments to the embroidery and prepared to embroider an evening cloud.

Rulong embroidered another bright moon. Hua Xiangrong could also embroider several stitches in succession, but she was not sure about it, so she just embroidered with a single needle.

She didn't care how many dragons he embroidered. As long as hers was outstanding, it didn't matter how much he embroidered.

Seeing that Hua Xiangrong's embroidery of Evening Clouds was basically successful, Rulong embroidered a few water wave lines on the bottom of the treasure fan, and then simply outlined the reflection of the sky. In this way, no matter how well Hua Xiangrong's embroidery of Evening Clouds was done, it was as if she was making a wedding dress for someone else.