Chapter 355: Cao Xiu
Chapter 355 – Cao Xiu
White Jade City.
Somewhere in an elegant courtyard.
A few elegantly dressed painters were full of anger and all sorts of indignation.
“That kid surnamed Wang, what’s his origin?”
“Only came for a few short days and stole all the limelight!”
“We in the Painting Dao don’t value fame and fortune, but with this approach, he’s not taking us too seriously!”
“……”
Their eyes were filled with displeasure.
Everyone present had been studying the painting Dao since they were young and had accomplished so much that they had long since made a name for themselves.
Granted, not everyone was able to truly use painting to enter the Dao.
In the cultivation world, it was also impossible to obtain a status like that of the Painting Immortal seniors and their disciples.
Even, since the Dao of Painting itself wasn’t good at fighting.
It wasn’t that helpful for cultivation either.
This led to the fact that in the eyes of the rest of the cultivators, they had always been on the despised end of the spectrum.
Over the years, there had been no shortage of anger.
Now that the birthday of the Painted Immortal was approaching, they finally welcomed the light that they had been waiting for with great difficulty.
Preparing to rub their fists and do something big.
Once they could gain the favor of the Painting Fairy, they could make their way to the top, and from then on, they would be able to change their faces and be the top of the world.
It’s true.
They thought about how fierce the competition would be this time around.
But they never expected that the first roadblock they encountered would not be some great master of the academy, or an older generation of high achievers who had been deeply versed in this path for a thousand years.
It was actually a dude who had never heard of his reputation in the past.
“In just a few days, the streets and alleys are all talking about that Wang Yitian, mentioning the Way of Painting, people only know him! If this goes on, aren’t we all screwed?” A middle-aged man with a big temper slapped the table and said.
“Brother Cao, say something!” Suddenly, a person looked at the green-clothed old man in the pavilion who was wielding his brush and painting alone and said.
Sniffing.
Everyone’s gazes fell on the green-clothed old man.
The old man in green said, “Say what?”
The crowd said, “You’re the president of the Greenleaf Society, shouldn’t you stand up and preside over the situation?”
Cao Xiu still didn’t raise his head and said, “Preside over what big picture?”
The crowd was slightly speechless, then said, “Should we just watch that kid continue to be so arrogant?”
Cao Xiu slowly put down his brush and looked at the man who spoke, “We in the painting path rely on our works to speak! His paintings that make people like them and compete for them, that’s his skill! If you guys want to snatch people’s hearts back, you can just paint a few paintings that are better than his, won’t that be enough?”
The crowd gave a slight lurch and said, “Those paintings he painted, extremely flattering, are offering those women, we don’t care for them!”
Cao Xiu said expressionlessly, “Is it disdain, or can’t you paint?”
The crowd was once again dumbfounded.
With his hands behind his back, Cao Xiu walked out of the pavilion and waved his sleeve.
A floating light flashed by.
A scroll appeared on the stone table in the courtyard.
As the scroll slowly unfolded.
The crowd instantly saw the peerless beauty painted on it.
“Isn’t this …… the painting that the one surnamed Wang drew for the Luo family’s second miss? How come it’s here with Brother Cao you?”
The crowd was instantly surprised.
This one was clearly a painting that Wang Xiu had made for Luo Kite Ting.
Cao Xiu calmly said, “I am an old friend of the Luo family’s third master, so I went to visit yesterday and saw this painting, so I cast a spell to topograph a copy!”
It turned out to be a topographical version!
It dawned on the crowd.
“You have only seen the appearance of him pleasing those women with the Way of Painting, but you have not seen the true core!”
Cao Xiu walked closer, his fingers gently touched the scroll, from top to bottom, sighed as he surveyed, “This painting, all in one go, without half a bit of lag, no matter whether it’s the strokes, or the mood, all have reached an impeccable point! Seemingly random, without craftsmanship, in fact …… this person’s painting attainments, has already reached the realm of shocking the world and weeping God! Can be – a generation of masters!” Accompanied by his evaluation slowly said out.
The courtyard immediately resounded with a series of sounds of sucking in cold air.
An unbelievable gaze fell on Cao Xiu.
They couldn’t believe that he could say such words.
Who was Cao Xiu?
The president of the Greenleaf Society.
One of the ten people recognized as having the strongest attainments in the Way of Painting in the thirty-six counties of the Wasteland State!
When he was young, he was known for his fiery temper and his lack of respect for his six relatives.
He only had paintings in his eyes.
There is no power and nobility, even when facing a high realm cultivator, as long as he dares to denigrate the painting way in his face, he dares to go up and fight for his life.
Because of this kind of nature.
He had offended quite a few people.
But because of this same kind of nature, he was also valued by quite a few big shots in the circle.
More importantly.
Back then, when Senior Painting Immortal traveled here in the clouds, he had instructed him a few times in the name of Daoist Cloud.
There was a half-teacher friendship towards him.
That’s why many people looked at him with displeasure, but didn’t dare to touch him.
This was what allowed him to gradually grow up and become one of the top figures in the field of painting dao within this Desolate State.
Such a person.
To actually make such a high evaluation of Wang Xiu’s paintings.
This was too unbelievable!
“Brother Cao, is this …… true?”
“How have you guys ever seen me talking nonsense on top of the painting path?”
Cao Xiu faintly asked back, instantly dumbfounding the crowd.
After a pause, Cao Xiu sighed, “Although I don’t know exactly what this person’s identity is! But …… just based on this hand of painting Dao, I’m afraid that in the entire Nine Heavens, except for Little Cold Mountain, no one can overpower him!”
Hiss!
The sound of cold air being sucked backward rose and fell.
This sentence was even more astonishing than the previous comment.
Little Cold Mountain, that was the dojo of the Painting Immortal Forefather, which contained all the disciples of the Painting Immortal Forefather.
Cao Xiu’s words meant that if the Painting Immortal lineage did not come out, Wang Xiu’s attainments in the Dao of Painting was the first person in the Nine Heavens that deserved it?
“Brother Cao, these words …… are too much!”
“That’s right, he’s just a milky brat with no qualifications, even if he has a few talents, how can he get to the point you’re talking about?”
The crowd didn’t believe it, and even had doubts in their hearts, did Cao Xiu receive benefits from that kid?
This was said, too false!
Cao Xiu sniffed and looked at them with a cold smile, “Seniority? If seniority is useful, all of you who have been in the painting industry for hundreds of years would have become painting immortals! An excellent work is in front of you, but you do not recognize …… in vain you painting half of your life, really tainted painting road!”
After he finished saying this, his face darkened, whisked his sleeve and said, “Come on, send the guests away!”
The crowd’s faces turned a shade of red and a shade of white, all of them becoming unsightly.
This was how Cao Xiu’s temper was.
When he gets angry, he doesn’t care about gods and ghosts and doesn’t give face to anyone.
But they didn’t dare to confront Cao Xiu face to face.
They could only snort a few times and brush their sleeves away.
Cao Xiu looked at their departing backs and grunted, “A bunch of villains, how can there be any semblance of the temperament and backbone of a person in the Painting Dao?”
“Hee hee …… that’s natural, under the sky, how many people can be like my grandfather, both the style and attainments are good, and the danqing is passed on for ten thousand generations?”
Just at this time.
A woman with a playful appearance suddenly appeared in the courtyard, blinking her eyes quaintly.
When Cao Xiu saw him, the anger on his face immediately dissipated.
“Qing’er, you went to look for that Wang Gongzi too?”
(End of chapter)