Chapter 179

Late at night, Ma Wu sat beside Li Banfeng, and Madam Bagworm Moth lay beside Ma Wu.

Although Ma Wu praised this Madam Bagworm Moth in a thousand ways, Li Banfeng still had the urge to run for his life.

"Brother, don't worry, this Madam Bagworm Moth is different from the one we met before; she is a gentle person."

While speaking, Ma Wu gently touched Madam Bagworm Moth's body. Madam Bagworm Moth trembled, her expression fearful: "Little brother, you can do whatever you want tomorrow, but today I really can't take it."

Ma Wu looked at Madam Bagworm Moth with slight dissatisfaction, and Madam Bagworm Moth looked aggrieved: "I really can't take it."

Li Banfeng looked at the bagworm moth and said: "If you can't take it, why don't you leave."

Madam Bagworm Moth blushed and lowered her head: "I can't bear to leave."

Ma Wu's talent is truly unreasonable; this Madam Bagworm Moth could defeat a hundred Ma Wus, but because she couldn't bear to make a move, she just let Ma Wu bully her like this.

Ma Wu sighed with emotion: "This isn't entirely talent; in the end, it's still a matter of fate. If it had been the previous Madam Bagworm Moth, my life would have been gone long ago."

Hearing Ma Wu keep mentioning others, this Madam Bagworm Moth was a bit unhappy: "Little brother, why do you always mention her? Is the one you mentioned called Linglong?"

Linglong?

Madam Bagworm Moth also has a name?

Li Banfeng stared at the fat and strong Madam Bagworm Moth for a moment.

The key is that the name Linglong doesn't fit Madam Bagworm Moth at all!

"Is she called Linglong?" Ma Wu was very interested, "What is your name?"

Madam Bagworm Moth said shyly: "My name is Yanzi."

Her name is Yanzi...

Li Banfeng took a deep breath and looked at the sky, imagining what this huge swallow would look like when it flew into the sky.

Ma Wu touched Madam Bagworm Moth's cheek: "Yanzi, this is destined fate; you are destined to fly into my heart."

Li Banfeng shivered.

How big must a heart be for that?

While flirting, Ma Wu inquired for information: "You mentioned Linglong just now; did you know each other originally?"

Yanzi was unhappy: "Why do you mention her again?"

"I was just curious."

"Of course I know her; we were originally from the same sect and had cultivated together. Linglong just moved here this year, and I came here to find her, but I haven't found her after looking for several days."

Of course you can't find her; she went to the Leaving Suishenju for a visit and will never come out again.

But Li Banfeng wasn't concerned about Linglong; he was concerned about the sect: "You still have a sect?"

"Yes," Yanzi answered seriously, "we were all originally ascetic cultivators."

Li Banfeng was even more curious: "You, referring to you and Linglong, or all Madam Bagworm Moths?"

Yanzi answered: "All Madam Bagworm Moths are ascetic cultivators; only ascetic cultivators can become Madam Bagworm Moths."

Ascetic cultivators became Madam Bagworm Moths?

Li Banfeng discovered that Madam Bagworm Moth wasn't as simple as he thought.

The Lady once said that Madam Bagworm Moth is the second type of alien monster, whose body grows in the New Land, but whose soul is not born in the New Land. At first, Li Banfeng didn't quite understand, but now hearing Madam Bagworm Moth's account, he seemed to understand a little.

Mentioning ascetic cultivators, Ma Wu frowned; ascetic cultivation is the natural enemy of joy cultivation.

Madam Bagworm Moth hurriedly explained: "Little brother, I know you don't like this sect; in fact, I don't like it either."

Ma Wu said: "Since you don't like it, why did you choose ascetic cultivation?"

Madam Bagworm Moth was silent for a long time, and her face, originally full of tenderness, added a few shadows: "These things, I originally intended never to mention again."

Ma Wu pinched Madam Bagworm Moth's fat cheek: "Can't even mention it to me?"

"Since little brother asked, how dare I not say? I was ignorant when I was young, met a black-hearted man, gave everything I could give, and he took everything he could take, ate me dry, and cast me aside.

I felt that people living in this world are destined to suffer, and after listening to others' instigation, I thought I had seen through the red dust and entered the sect of ascetic cultivation.

Once an ascetic cultivator, you can't talk about love, can't talk about affection, and even if you remarry, you're just making do with each other.

Suffering for a lifetime, cultivating for a lifetime, there's no regret medicine to eat. When an ascetic female cultivator dies, if she is willing, she crosses the bridge to be reincarnated; if she is unwilling, she goes to the New Land.

In the New Land, there is a type of bagworm moth born without a soul, and ascetic female cultivators can possess them and continue to cultivate."

Ma Wu kissed Madam Bagworm Moth with heartache: "After becoming a bagworm moth, do you still have to suffer?"

Li Banfeng snorted: "Eating so fat, you shouldn't have suffered much."

Yanzi blushed and said: "I've already died once, what else is there to be unable to let go of? Why should I still suffer? Once you become a bagworm moth, you should enjoy yourself to the fullest, do whatever you want.

If you want to eat, eat openly; if you want to play, play happily; if you want to find a man, find one to your heart's content; if you want to have children, have them happily."

Ma Wu exclaimed in admiration: "Refreshing, I just like this refreshing attitude of yours!"

Li Banfeng said: "Should I change to another place to stay, and you two can refresh yourselves here?"

Ma Wu was very generous: "We are brothers; I can still be refreshed even if you are here!"

Yanzi shook her head repeatedly: "It's really not possible today, little brother, wait for me to rest for a night, and we'll come again tomorrow."

The night was deep, and Yanzi returned to the forest and fell asleep.

Li Banfeng said: "I want to go to Green Water City; are you coming back with me?"

Ma Wu shook his head: "I still want to cultivate in the New Land for a period of time. Tomorrow I will let Little Xiao Genzi return to Blue Poplar Village, call some people over, and tidy up our plots so that we can at least have a place to live."

"Can you handle it alone here?"

Ma Wu looked at the sleeping Yanzi in the distance, smiled, and didn't speak.

Of course he could handle it; he was even more capable than Li Banfeng.

Here he has his territory; as long as he scatters blood, the Land Deity will protect him.

Even if he doesn't scatter blood, Yanzi will protect him.

As long as he doesn't leave the plot, Ma Wu's situation is safer than in the Ma family mansion.

But is it safe for Li Banfeng to go to Green Water City?

Although the conflict with the Lu family has temporarily eased, Ma Wu was still a bit worried: "If there's nothing urgent, it's best not to go to Green Water City recently; I always feel that the great families are going to stir up some trouble."

"I really have something urgent to do; I want to buy paintings."

"Buy paintings?" Ma Wu blinked, "What's so urgent about buying paintings?"

"Very urgent, I'm now addicted to looking at paintings; if I don't look at paintings for a day, I can't even eat."

This sounded familiar; Ma Wu remembered Li Banfeng buying the record player. At that time, no matter how Ma Wu tried to persuade him, he couldn't stop Li Banfeng.

"Old Seven, some of your actions are really too strange; I really can't understand."

Li Banfeng couldn't laugh or cry: "You slept with Madam Bagworm Moth, and you say my actions are strange?"

"Do you want to buy paintings by famous masters, or ordinary hanging paintings?"

"Going to Green Water City naturally means buying paintings by famous masters."

Actually, Li Banfeng wanted to go learn painting.

The Western painting method taught by the Pendulum might not be mastered in two or three years; Li Banfeng wanted to learn some quick painting techniques.

"Paintings by famous masters..." Ma Wu pondered for a moment and thought of one, "In Green Water City, there are many famous painters, but in my opinion, the one with the most artistic conception is Mr. Qiao Guangyuan, especially his landscape paintings..."

"No landscape paintings," Li Banfeng waved his hand, "I want someone who excels at painting people."

"For someone who excels at painting people, Mr. Fu Taiyue is a master; with three or five strokes, he can paint people vividly, but his paintings are not cheap."

Hearing "three or five strokes," Li Banfeng became energetic!

This was the painting technique he wanted; in a critical moment, with three or five strokes, he could create a powerful combat force. Wouldn't this allow him to bring the fourth-floor technique to its extreme?

"Where does this old gentleman live?"

Ma Wu told Li Banfeng Fu Taiyue's address and exhorted: "Mr. Fu Taiyue has a somewhat arrogant temperament, and his paintings are not cheap. If you really want to buy his paintings, you need a little more patience."

Such great artists will more or less have some personality; Li Banfeng didn't mind this point.

After staying in the New Land for one night, the next day, Li Banfeng sent Little Xiao Genzi back to Blue Poplar Village and went to Green Water City alone.

According to Ma Wu's address, Li Banfeng found Mr. Fu Taiyue's residence.

After knocking on the door for a long time, a servant came out: "Are you here to seek a painting?"

Li Banfeng shook his head: "I'm here to learn painting."

The servant looked Li Banfeng up and down and said to him: "Wait here."

After waiting outside the door for more than half an hour, the door finally opened. The servant brought Li Banfeng into the foyer and waited for another half hour before bringing Li Banfeng to the main hall.

Having waited for such a long time, Li Banfeng had no complaints.

To learn painting from a master, one must be able to withstand this test.

Mr. Fu Taiyue was painting, and the servant signaled Li Banfeng not to make a sound. Li Banfeng carefully appreciated the paintings in the living room and looked at the old gentleman's unfinished work.

After looking around, Li Banfeng turned and left.

Fu Taiyue put down his brush and sneered: "Young man, you don't even have this bit of patience, and you still want to be my disciple?"

"It's not that I don't have patience, it's that I don't want to learn from you." Li Banfeng didn't grumble; he was speaking from the heart.

Fu Taiyue was stunned, looked at Li Banfeng and said: "I am incompetent, please enlighten me."

Li Banfeng looked at a painting in the living room and said: "I don't understand your painting; is it a person or a mountain?"

The old gentleman smiled: "What I painted is a mountain god; the shape resembles a mountain, and the spirit resembles a person. The artistic conception of the mountain god is in this scroll."

Li Banfeng looked at it carefully, and what he said really made some sense.

The shape is a mountain, but the lines between the mountains and water outline a human face, which indeed has an elusive majesty and momentum.

"Very good." Li Banfeng praised, but still left.

This old gentleman's paintings indeed have artistic conception, and all the paintings in the room have artistic conception.

But this is useless to Li Banfeng; painting such an abstract thing is not suitable for helping Li Banfeng fight.

Seeing Li Banfeng leave without looking back, the old gentleman put down his brush and chased after him: "Young man, you just said it was very good, but you haven't said what is good about this painting?"

"Everything is good, it's just too profound; I haven't reached that level yet. When I study for a few more years, I will come to seek advice from the old gentleman again."

Fu Taiyue's expression was gloomy, and the servant looked at Li Banfeng's back and mocked: "Someone like you should go to Painting Workshop Street to learn painting; that place suits your status."

Li Banfeng turned his head and asked: "Where is Painting Workshop Street? I'll go take a look."

He was sincerely seeking advice, but this sentence made Fu Taiyue angry. His veins jumped, and the mountain god hanging in the living room seemed to come alive and glared at Li Banfeng.

Not seemed, it really came alive.

Li Banfeng sensed danger and walked quickly away from the residence.

This person is a residential cultivator?

Didn't see him drip blood on the painting just now.

Or is it some other sect?

Looks like his cultivation level isn't low.

Li Banfeng came to Painting Workshop Street. There are many shops selling paintings on this street, and many stalls selling paintings.

Li Banfeng walked past several stalls and took a fancy to a picture of a beauty.

This is a traditional Chinese painting. The lines are relatively simple, but it is painted vividly, especially since this beauty is very pretty, wearing a cheongsam, with long, wavy, shoulder-length hair, big eyes, thin eyebrows, full lips, and a mole above the left corner of her mouth, looking very alluring.

This fits Li Banfeng's needs very well.

The stall owner hurried forward to greet the business: "Sir, do you like this picture of a beauty? You have a good eye. Since I set up the stall today, I've sold more than a dozen. If you come one step later, there will be no stock left.

This painting usually sells for sixty, but today you came at the right time. I have something to do and am in a hurry to close the stall. Let's make it a flat price of fifty-five; do you think that's appropriate?"

Li Banfeng shook his head: "I'm not here to buy paintings."

Hearing this, the stall owner was not so enthusiastic: "I sell paintings here. If you don't buy paintings, go look at other stalls."

Li Banfeng said: "I want to learn painting from you."

The stall owner was stunned: "Learn painting from me? Are you joking?"

"Not joking, you name a price."

The stall owner was troubled: "How dare I name a price? I don't know how to paint."

"Don't know how? Then who painted this?"

"I don't know who painted it either. Can't you really tell? This painting is printed!"

"Printed?" Li Banfeng stared at the painting for a long time; there was still the smell of ink, but he didn't see the texture of a printed product.

The stall owner was still an honest person: "I just told you, I've sold more than a dozen. Can I paint more than a dozen of the same painting?"

Printed... that might not be impossible either.

Li Banfeng looked at the stall owner and said: "Can you teach me how to print paintings?"

The stall owner looked Li Banfeng up and down: "Sir, are you here to cause trouble?"

"I'm here to learn the craft sincerely."

The stall owner shook his head: "This is a craft to make a living; I won't teach it."

Li Banfeng took out a stack of banknotes: "I'll pay."

Rubbing and printing is indeed a craft.

Inking, laying paper, and uncovering the painting all have techniques.

But this craft is much easier than painting.

Li Banfeng spent twenty thousand yuan, followed the stall owner for two days, and learned five or six tenths of the rubbing and printing craft.

The stall owner gave Li Banfeng more than a dozen drawing boards (templates), and Li Banfeng bought a knife of white paper and two large bottles of ink, brought them back to the Leaving Suishenju, and started printing paintings.

Seeing Li Banfeng busy with great interest, the Pendulum was a bit worried: "Master, you are taking a shortcut; will this work?"

Li Banfeng focused on printing paintings and didn't pay attention to the Pendulum.

The Pendulum looked at the record player: "Madam..."

Choo-choo~

The record player sneered: "Not learning the right path, but focusing on this side door, it will definitely be a waste of effort."

Although she said so, the record player didn't know if this method would work.

Although this painting was printed, it was also printed by Li Banfeng himself.

More than ten minutes later, a painting was printed.

Li Banfeng cut his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood onto the painting.

He concentrated his mind and waited for a moment. The drawing paper rustled, and a three-foot-tall beauty slowly walked out of the painting!

Li Banfeng was very happy, and the Pendulum was very surprised.

"Pour me a cup of tea." Li Banfeng ordered, and the three-foot beauty went immediately, first putting some tea leaves in the cup, and then adding some water.

She really knows how to pour tea!

Although she poured cold water, this wisdom was much stronger than the foot-tall girl Li Banfeng had made before.

Li Banfeng drank tea while directing the three-foot beauty to do things.

Sweeping the floor, wiping dust, the three-foot beauty could do it all.

With such good comprehension, there should be no problem in fighting!

Li Banfeng was just happy when he suddenly heard a crash, and the three-foot beauty fell apart, turning into a pile of paper scraps.

The record player sighed: "Oh, husband, you spent so little effort, this beauty can only support this moment of time."

The lifespan of a paper person is also related to heart's blood.

Li Banfeng looked at his pocket watch; the three-foot beauty seemed to have lasted less than five minutes.

The record player reminded: "This is not even fighting; otherwise, it would shatter even faster, I'm afraid it wouldn't even last a minute."

One minute.

Is it enough?

It depends on how you use it.

PS: Actually, one minute is not too short.

(End of chapter)