Mysterious mirror hanging high

A year later, Jing Yu came to the General Affairs Hall of Nanyue Peak again to bid farewell to Xiao Yuan.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing, have you gotten used to staying in Nanyue for the past year? This is the annual salary from the Nanyue elders for the new year. Please keep it."

Xiao Yuan forced an exquisitely crafted storage bag into Jing Yu's hands and said with a smile, "This is all paid for by the government. Nanyue Peak has a sufficient annual budget. If it can't be spent, it will only benefit the other four peaks. Why not give it to you, fellow Taoist? I hope you won't refuse it."

"Then it would be disrespectful to refuse the mysterious mirror."

Jing Yu put away the spiritual resource, but heard Xiao Yuanyan say: "Daoyou, are you going to Beiyue next?"

"Exactly."

"Hua Zhenjun, the master of Beiyue Peak, has always been fond of mountains and rivers and travels abroad all year round. If you go like this, you will most likely come back empty-handed. I will first try to contact the elders stationed at Beiyue and contact Hua Zhenjun. However, I am afraid that you will have to wait for a few days."

Jing Yu thanked him, said goodbye to Xiao Yuan, and fled towards the Beiyue Peak of Songfeng Pavilion. By the way, he summarized what he had gained from studying in Nanyue for a year.

He had practiced calligraphy a lot in Nanyue Peak over the past year, and his calligraphy skills had improved greatly. He had also mastered a few related techniques, but he was not proficient in most of them and had only dabbled in them.

He did master the methods of grinding several kinds of spiritual ink, which could be regarded as an excellent substitute for the [Talisman Ink] used in talismans. The effect of the ink talismans drawn with the spiritual ink of Songfeng Pavilion was too short-lived compared to ordinary talismans. Unless one was a Nascent Soul True Lord like Xiao Beiyue, it would be difficult for the effect to be permanent, not to mention making treasures like the [Ink Treasure] such as the [Cang Feng Shou Zhuo Tie].

But the advantage is that [Ink Talisman] does not require an absolutely quiet environment and concentration like drawing talismans. It can be written and used immediately, which greatly enhances flexibility and is less expensive. As long as you master the relevant secret techniques and transfer magic power, even ordinary mundane paper can carry a killing spell.

"It can barely be considered a revenue point."

Jing Yu was thinking while fleeing, and soon arrived at the foot of the Beiyue Peak.

"Ok?"

Jing Yu looked at the strange and steep Beiyue Peak in front of him and found that there was no mountain protection formation here.

He walked up the mountain road and met many Beiyue disciples who were practicing Qi and building their foundation. They were drinking and reciting poems in a small pavilion in the mountains. There were also many cultivators chasing and playing barefoot in the mountain streams. Even though Jing Yu exuded the spiritual pressure of a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, almost no one in this group of low-level cultivators paid any attention to him.

Going further up, I saw many cultivators in the late foundation building stage and perfect foundation building who were obviously at a higher level. They were holding paintbrushes, with a spiritual cloth floating in front of them, and were painting the scenery of Beiyue Mountain.

These monks were so focused that they seemed to have reached the state of unity between man and nature. They were completely unaware of someone walking by and were completely immersed in the world of painting.

Jing Yu observed this and thought to himself, "The disciples of Beiyue are quite different from those of the other three mountains. They are no longer so obsessed with pursuing their own path, but are more relaxed and casual..."

When they reached a palace on the mountainside, a Jindan Zhenren came out hurriedly, carrying a bamboo basket with several scrolls on his back. He glanced at Jing Yu and said, "Is this Taoist Xuanjing?"

"It is Xuan Jing, this real person..."

Before Jing Yu could finish speaking, the Jindan Zhenren just said "Waiting for the Peak Master in the hall" and left in a hurry, leaving Jing Yu confused.

"Why do I feel like the disciples and elders of Beiyue Peak are not very reliable?"

Jing Yu entered the hall and found that the decoration here was simple, without too many ornaments. However, a mural on the wall of the hall was extremely eye-catching. The mural depicted a beautiful woman holding a round fan, wearing a skirt, and with a jade hairpin hanging on her bun. She was standing on the surging river, and she was actually standing on the water.

Jing Yu stared blankly at the woman in the mural, lost in thought for a moment. "Was this mural painted by Master Hua? Putting aside the subtle implication of Daoist principles embodied within, the painting technique alone has already reached the pinnacle. Even ordinary painters can only match it by a fraction of its power!"

While he was stunned, the woman on the mural suddenly blinked her eyes, walked out from the wall, gently waved the fan in her hand, and smiled at Jing Yu.

"what?"

Jing Yu was completely stunned now. It was not because the fact that this woman walked out of the mural was so shocking. After all, there were all kinds of strange things in the world of cultivation, and such things were not uncommon. But the aura and spiritual pressure emanating from this woman in a skirt had clearly reached the Nascent Soul Realm!

Jing Yu thought to himself, "It's said that this [True Lord of Painting] has achieved enlightenment through painting, and his brush is so proficient that the images he paints are all lifelike, and can even generate spirits of their own, flying out of the scroll to meet the enemy. If he can create a Yuanying-level warrior with just a casual painting, then if he encounters any True Lord in the world, he won't need any magical powers or magic weapons. Just by holding out a few dozen scrolls, wouldn't he be invincible?"

"Hello, who are you?" The beautiful woman, who seemed to be quite intelligent, asked.

"Uh, hello... Senior!" Jing Yu didn't know how to address the woman in the painting, so he could only bow and say, "Junior Xuan Jing Taoist, may I know what your name is?"

"Haha, what's the point of being a senior? I'm only 28 years old this year. You can just call me [Luo Fei]."

"Sixteen years old?" Jing Yu thought to himself, "This mural must be hundreds of years old!"

Luo Fei seemed to understand Jing Yu's thoughts and smiled slightly: "Wu Lang gave me the age of sixteen, so I am sixteen."

"Wu Lang... I guess you're talking about [Master Hua] Wu Kaizhi!"

"Miss Luo, you stay in this hall day and night, so you must be close to the True Lord. I wonder where the True Lord Hua is now? When will he return?" Facing a Nascent Soul being with a mysterious personality was still quite stressful, so Jing Yu had to bite the bullet and ask.

"How should I know? Wu Lang often travels far and wide. Sometimes he returns after three or five days, and sometimes he disappears after three or five years..." Luo Fei, who was originally floating in the air, fell to the ground and sighed:

"Alas, it's a pity that I can't leave this [Luo Shen Temple], otherwise I could enjoy the beautiful scenery of the world with Wu Lang..."

“It turns out you can’t just walk around!”

Jing Yu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "That's it! This [True Master of Painting] still has some limitations in his art. But even so, having someone with Nascent Soul combat power like him as a guardian is fantastic!"

"But if it's painted on a scroll, wouldn't it be possible to carry it with me? It seems there's another way. I imagine the figure painted on the scroll wouldn't have the same powerful fighting power as the [Luo Fei] in the palace mural!"