lcionline Chapter 522 Time Tower Cultivation
Chapter 522 Time Tower Cultivation
As the stars shifted, a patch of blue sky and white clouds came into view.
With a thought, Rong Shu followed nature, and with a gentle breeze by his ears, he stepped onto the clouds, with the vast and boundless sky above him.
The vastness of this world allowed her to roam freely.
As time and shadows constantly shifted, Rong Shu's mayfly-like steps became increasingly skillful, allowing him to traverse the heavens and the earth, seemingly capable of anything.
A strong wind rises, and I emerge from the clouds.
Ascend to the heavens and grasp the sun and moon.
Looking down upon heaven and earth, one observes all living beings.
Wandering between heaven and earth, Rong Shu gradually indulged his body and mind, letting go of his inhibitions and running freely in the clouds, in the wind, and in the water...
Sometimes standing up; sometimes lying on her side; sometimes lying on her back... When bored, Rong Shu would even take out a book to read, humming a tuneless little tune.
"The teachings of the four masters, Plum Blossom, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, are quite wondrous. They cleverly present magical arts and supernatural powers through the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. The scenes are beautiful and easy to make people lower their guard, thus forgetting the hidden dangers and murderous intent... Perhaps, I can do that too?"
"What if we disguise our killing move as something romantic and poetic, and then strike them by surprise? Perhaps it will have unexpected results?"
Rong Shu suddenly understood what Lin Jingyue had once taught her: to be elegant.
Using romance and poetry as a weapon—how can that not be considered elegant?
Rong Shu raised his hand and a variety of musical instruments, including the zither, xun, sheng, drum, xiao, and flute, flew out. He played and sang, trying out each instrument.
Finally, Rong Shu discovered that instruments like the xiao and dizi were more suitable for her than the qin, zheng, and konghou, as they were easy to carry and could be tied to her waist when not in use.
"My second senior sister is proficient in all kinds of musical instruments. She even compiled her experiences of learning instruments in her early years into a book and gave it to me. I remember carrying it with me... I found it!"
Rong Shu took out a jade slip, slapped it on his forehead, and quickly searched for information about playing the flute inside.
After she had learned how to play the xiao, Rong Shu picked out a white jade xiao from the many musical instruments that Lin Jingyue had prepared for her.
While recalling the musical scores he had learned from Master Mei at the Four Seasons Palace, he tried to play them.
Before long, the scene of peach blossoms in full bloom in March appeared before Rong Shu's eyes. The peach blossoms stretched for miles, their fragrance filling the air. Accompanied by small bridges, flowing water, swallows, and orioles singing, it was a scene of leisurely contentment and peaceful tranquility.
With a flick of Rong Shu's fingertips, the rhythm of the flute he played changed, and with it, the vibrant peach blossom scene was torn apart and plunged into an endless abyss. Gusts of cold wind swept in, and endless black mist filled the air. In the depths of darkness, countless giant, blood-red eyes were silently watching...
"Shushu... Oh my!" The little white tiger had just jumped out of the Hanchuan Qiankun Pearl when it bumped right into the pupil of the blood-red giant eye. It was so frightened that its fur stood on end, like a bursting dandelion.
"Hahaha..." Rong Shu couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene. The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the densely packed blood-red giant eyes disappeared as well.
The little white tiger hiding on Rong Shu's lap tilted its head, and seeing that the giant eye had disappeared, it breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, it looked down and saw that its feet were empty, suspended high in the sky.
"...Shushu, where is this?" The little white tiger jumped onto Rong Shu, its paws tugging at her sleeves as it curiously looked around.
"This is the interior of the Time Tower. These are just illusions, but if you take them seriously, then they are real."
Rong chuckled casually and tossed the little white tiger out: "Little White, go have some fun!"
The next second—
"Ouch! Ouch!!!!"
"Hahahahahaha..."
After playing with the little white tiger, Rong Shu continued his cultivation.
Rong Shu had learned the first two of the four arts—music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—at Zhanming Mountain, and now, after reviewing them again, he quickly mastered them.
Rong Shu had little experience with the latter two types of calligraphy and painting. However, she had seen many calligraphy and painting works hanging on her fifth senior brother's Wanshi Peak. She didn't understand them, but from the perspective of a layman, she felt that each stroke of those calligraphy and paintings conveyed a certain charm and style.
At that time, Rong Shu also asked his fifth senior brother who had created those paintings and calligraphy.
Fifth Senior Brother simply shook his head slightly and did not respond.
This immediately dispelled Rong Shu's thought that it was written and drawn by his fifth senior brother.
Later, as she spent her days learning blacksmithing and archery at Wanshi Peak, Rong Shu gradually forgot what her master Chen Wudao had casually mentioned when she first came to Zhanming Mountain to become an apprentice: that her fifth senior brother was skilled in painting.
It wasn't until later, when Fifth Senior Brother Gu Chen became Crown Prince Di Chu Chen, that Rong Shu suddenly realized what had happened.
Those paintings and calligraphy hanging inside Wanshi Peak were indeed the work of Fifth Brother himself.
Prince Shenfeng is exceptionally gifted.
The "talent" referred to is not only in cultivation and combat, but also in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, archery, horsemanship and etiquette. Only those who are well-versed in all these arts are worthy of being the crown prince of the dynasty.
"...Let me look, I've found it!"
Rong Shu took out several pieces of calligraphy and painting.
These paintings and calligraphy works were given to Rong Shu by Di Chuchen after she had occasionally lingered over them at Wanshi Peak.
Among them, besides Di Chuchen's own calligraphy, there were also masterpieces by other painting masters, but Rong Shu had never recognized their value before.
Later, when Di Chuchen's identity was exposed, Rong Shu cherished these paintings and calligraphy even more.
If this calligraphy by Crown Prince Shenfeng were placed in the auction house of Shenfeng Imperial Capital, it would be worth quite a few spirit stones... Cough cough, Rong Shu didn't mean anything else. She just wanted to be able to appreciate the masterpiece anytime, anywhere, to cultivate her sentiments and improve her aesthetic sense. That's all.
Rong Shu took out his brush, ink, paper and inkstone: "Master Zhu and Master Ju said in class that beginners can start by copying. So I can use my fifth senior brother's paintings to copy, which should be fine too."
With her fifth senior brother's painting skills, he was no less skilled than some painting masters.
"Shushu, these clouds are really tangible! I floated up on them!" The little white tiger on the other side, after getting used to it, also started playing, jumping and skipping among the white clouds.
Rong Shugang had just finished copying two paintings and calligraphy works when he saw this scene. He couldn't resist the urge to paint, so he picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and quickly sketched out a cute little white tiger flying and rolling in the clouds.
One stroke after another.
One painting after another.
White paper fluttered down like snowflakes.
Rong Shu, meanwhile, was engrossed in her own world...