I fought back after reselling my engagement

This time, Su Zhen ordered six more calligraphy scrolls to be used as folding screens, and the material was still the paper gauze specially made by the painter.

Hua Dalang was painting, and Hua Ershu was painting landscapes under the lamp, all of which were references to the landscapes he had painted before.

Su Zhen walked into the ancestral hall step by step. After entering, he found that there were three eternal lamps lit in the hall. Under the dim light, he could see three paintings hanging in the middle. In the middle was a scholar with a beautiful beard holding a paintbrush. The scholar held the brush in his right hand and a box in his right hand; on the left was a young man holding a scroll, and on the right was a girl holding a lantern.

The box of the bearded scholar in the center looks like a real one, and the literary aura emanates from the box. The box is inlaid with gems and landscape patterns.

The box is real, and the painting is a magical weapon.

Su Zhen changed his mind, entered the space, took out the "Records of Dongyuan Continent", and quickly found the "Confucian Cultivation Volume", which introduced the various branches of Confucian cultivation: poetry, writing, calligraphy, painting, zither cultivation, and chess cultivation. Painting is also known as painting cultivation. The Confucian cultivation of this school seeks and enters the Tao through painting.

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The Huaxiu School has produced three famous painting immortals. Only the first founder of the Huaxiu School in Dongyuan Continent was known as the Huazu, and his descendants took Hua as their surname. The other two painting immortals were both Huazu's disciples, not his descendants.

According to the introduction above, the immortal in the painting should be the ancestor of painting, and the box he is holding is real, but he used a secret method to lock the painting in the painting.

Confucian scholars have a very special way of making magic weapons. They will save up their life's works. For example, if they are poets, they will save up the manuscripts of each poem. When they have several pages, they will make a poetry book, and this poetry book is their magic weapon.

The magic weapon of calligraphers is calligraphy. They can create a calligraphy font by themselves, and the manuscript of their first successful creation is their magic weapon.

The same is true for painters, who will create their own unique school of painting, and the first painting that succeeds in this school’s style is the magic weapon.

After Su Zhen checked the records, she came out again and performed the Hand-Hand Seal. After trying it for more than ten times, a golden light flashed on the painting. It turned out to be the box in the painting, not a box, but a huge box, which was sucked into her hand. The box was not decorated with gems, but fairy crystals. Although she wanted it very much, she could not take it. The arrangement of these fairy crystals was actually a magic circle. Once it was moved, something bad would happen.

She could sense that this box could only be opened by the ancestors' descendants.

She returned the box to the painting successfully once, but had to fail several times to take it down.

Su Zhen returned to the house and continued to meditate and regulate his breathing.

The next day, Su Zhen went out again at dinner time. When she came back, she packed some delicious buns, meat patties and other food. In fact, she didn't eat anything.

"Ling'er, I packed some Zhang's steamed buns and meat pies for you, your second uncle, Brother Hua, and Sister Hua. They're so delicious."

Su Zhen divided it into three parts and gave one to Hua Ling'er.

Hua Ling'er said, "I noticed that you not only like the paintings at my house, but you also particularly like the food outside. My sister-in-law said this morning that you must think her cooking is not tasty, so you go outside when it's time to eat."

"When I came here, I boasted that I would try all the delicacies in Wumeng City. I want to eat at the painter's house, so how can I taste the delicacies? I see that there are at least 100 restaurants and hotels in this city, if not 300. I eat at three restaurants a day, which means I can only eat at 90 restaurants a month..."

Sister Hua laughed at the side, "Don't your elders care about you?"

"No matter what, they all practiced in seclusion, which could be as long as decades or as short as a few months. Before the retreat, they would say, 'You are so good, grandpa is going to retreat, come, come, grandpa will give you money, and next time you come out, if you are very good, I will give you more money.'"

This was the accent that her grandparents loved to use to coax her when she was a modern girl, and she imitated it perfectly.

After visiting the painter's ancestral temple last night, she decided to say these words to pave the way for the next plan.

Mrs. Mo asked, "Is your elder a Wuzong?"

"What's Wu Zong? They are much more powerful than Wu Zong."

As Su Zhen was speaking, Fox Erlang arrived, followed by Fox Sanlang in black.

Su Zhen raised his head and said, "Second Brother Fox, Third Brother Fox is here too?"

"I told you that the inn in the city was full, but you didn't believe me. I stayed in a dilapidated temple outside the city last night." Hu Erlang clasped his fists and bowed, "Auntie Mo, my third brother will disturb your family for a few days."

Fox Saburo kept saying, "Excuse me, excuse me..."

"It's okay. Our house is spacious and can accommodate one more person."

Hu Erlang said, "Third brother, live in the same room with me."

Su Zhen has a very good vision. He advanced one level in cultivation after living there for three days. This morning he went to bring Hu Sanlang back to take advantage of the painter's literary influence.

Su Zhen continued: "They are both my neighbors."

Mrs. Mo said meaningfully, "Is this your childhood sweetheart?"

Su Zhen shook his head: "I am their neighbor, but we are not childhood sweethearts because the age difference is too big."

Mrs. Mo asked, "How much bigger?"

Fox Erlang said: "Not much, she is probably more than four thousand years older than me."

"It's obvious that you are seven hundred years older than me." Su Zhen said unhappily.

Fox Sanlang was puzzled, so Fox Erlang said in secret: "She was an immortal before the great disaster."

Then she added, "My younger sister told my elder brother and me that you were in seclusion at the time."

Su Zhen snorted, "Comparing bone age, you are seven hundred years older than me."

"Okay, okay, I'm older than you, okay?"

Others just took it as a joke.

Su Zhen sent two bags of buns to Uncle Mo and Brother Mo, and stood beside Uncle Mo to watch him paint lanterns and umbrellas. "Uncle Mo, your paintings are so good, but you sell them too cheaply. An umbrella like this should cost at least five thousand taels of silver..."

Aunt Mo laughed and said, "Child, I'm afraid you don't even know how much five thousand taels is?"

"I know, I know!" Su Zhen grabbed a handful of silver notes, "I have two hundred thousand taels of silver notes, all of which are five thousand taels each..."

Mrs. Hua was stunned. This girl was just a naive young woman who didn't know that wealth should not be revealed. She just grabbed a handful of silver bills, which were real.

Su Zhen said: "Auntie Mo, I really think Uncle Mo's paintings are valuable. You sold them too cheaply. Outsiders don't understand the market, but I must understand. I'll give you another 30,000 taels of silver. Please accept it..."

She insisted on putting it away, but Aunt Mo refused to accept it and was scared away by her.

Su Zhen chased after Hua Dasao and stuffed her with 30,000 taels of silver notes. Hua Dasao couldn't refuse and had to accept it.

Painters think Su Zhen is strange and sometimes naive, but he has high attainments in calligraphy and painting. He is good at calligraphy and has a foundation in painting. Su Zhen learns landscape painting from his second uncle, a painter.

Su Zhen asked, "Uncle Hua, your family has been doing this for generations, have you never doubted anything?"

"This is an ancestral craft. Our ancestors have made a living by making painted umbrellas and lanterns."

"I think my second uncle must have had a god among his ancestors. Your paintings are so good. Only gods can paint so well."

Hua Ling'er mouthed to Brother Hua who was standing beside her: "You're worshipping me again..."

Su Zhen smiled and said, "Uncle Hua, take me to the painter's ancestral hall so I can burn some incense for the painter's ancestors, okay?"

Uncle Hua disagreed, saying that children admired good calligraphy and painting, "You really have a childish mentality."

"Uncle Hua, can you take me there? I'll go take a look, okay?"