Chapter 234: Chapter 188: Insensitive to Romance! The Frustrated Xian Banmeng!_2
"Is this the feeling of desiring something unattainable?"
For the first time before a man, Xian Banmeng felt thwarted, her eyes showing a hint of stubbornness.
Since he was the man she had set her sights on, she naturally couldn’t just give up like that.
Not merely due to the threat of the Charming Immortal physique, but actually because she had developed a deep curiosity about this man before her.
"Young Master Su, your calligraphy is unparalleled, could you possibly teach me?"
Xian Banmeng broke the silence, proactively initiating a conversation with a smile:
"My calligraphy has reached the level of ’Technique’ for years, yet I haven’t made a breakthrough. Brother Su, could you teach me?"
By this time, the Flying Ship had already set sail, and the crowd seemed not to be paying attention to Xian Banmeng’s side, but their ears had long perked up.
Now hearing the esteemed Dream Fairy initiate a topic and ask Su Changqing to teach calligraphy, the gathered prodigies were green with envy.
Yet who knew, upon hearing this, Su Changqing merely gave an apologetic smile and said, "Sorry, Miss Meng."
"With my meager cultivation, I’d rather not lead anyone astray."
Su Changqing was somewhat troubled at the moment, wondering why they hadn’t left yet; he truly didn’t want any trouble.
While the onlookers, ever observant, widened their eyes at his words.
This... actually a refusal?
"I..."
Feeling rejected, Xian Banmeng’s lovely face turned slightly red, but her eyes bore stubbornness even more intensely.
She flipped her palm to take out an old-looking book and placed it on the table.
Jin’er looked as if she wanted to say something but was interrupted by Xian Banmeng.
She looked at Su Changqing and spoke again, "A scroll of the Immortal Spirit Secret Technique of Heaven-Devouring, please teach me, Brother Su!"
Su Changqing glanced at it and straightforwardly decided not to feign, shaking his head, "I won’t teach."
A mere minor technique from the Divine Realm would only bring hostility and trouble; he wouldn’t sacrifice ultimate interests for minor gains.
"Brother Su, have you considered carefully?"
Xian Banmeng chuckled angrily, "My sect’s Spirit Commanding method is unparalleled in the world, the Spirit-Devouring Technique restores, devours spiritual power with unparalleled speed."
"Are you sure you won’t make this deal, Brother Su?"
Su Changqing was taken aback, "That strong?"
The prodigies watching nearby were jealous to the point their eyes turned red.
Accompanying Zhou Yu even hurriedly sent a voice transmission, "Teach her, Brother Su!"
"Dream Fairy speaks the truth; that Spirit-Devouring Technique is unmatched, it’s unattainable even if one seeks for it!"
The Immortal Spirit Sect, known for its exceptionally powerful Spirit Commanding techniques.
Rumor has it, the Immortal Spirit Emperor was one of the Three Pristine Ones of the Daoist Venerable in legend, mastering Spirit Commanding techniques to perfection.
This Spirit-Devouring Technique, lacking rank and grade, might not be of much help to great powers, but for Divine Realm cultivators, it’s comparable to Divine Secret Techniques!
"So just teach your calligraphy to the realm of artistic conception, and that will suffice?"
Upon realizing the rarity of this Secret Technique, Su Changqing felt somewhat uncertain as he looked at Xian Banmeng.
"Brother Su fears I might devour you or something."
Xian Banmeng, seeing the cautious Su Changqing, felt both irritated and amused.
She never imagined that one day, she’d resort to such methods to approach a man.
"Alright then!"
Su Changqing’s demeanor suddenly turned extremely serious:
"I will exert my utmost effort to help the lady swiftly reach the realm of calligraphy artistic conception."
Since they had accepted her item, they must see it through to the end.
Transactions demand honesty; Su Changqing was quite particular about this aspect.
"This Su Changqing..."
Seeing Su Changqing’s posture, Xian Banmeng felt somewhat helpless, rubbing her forehead with her elegant hand.
He truly regarded this as a transaction, whereas she... wasn’t interested in this!
"Miss Meng..."
"Just call me Banmeng, ’Miss’ is too formal."
"Um, alright, Miss Banmeng, you first write..."
"Remove the ’Miss’! Just call me Banmeng!"
Xian Banmeng clenched her delicate hand into a small fist, her fair forehead showing faint veins.
Though usually very composed, today she felt particularly indignant.
Miss! Miss! Was such politeness necessary!
Seeing the dazed looks from those around her, Xian Banmeng regained her senses, awkwardly waving her sleeve to cloak them in divine glow, shielding the scene.
"Indeed, calligraphy practice should be somewhat quieter."
Su Changqing didn’t pay it much attention and, upon nodding, solemnly said, "First write something at random, then I’ll see."
Being a teacher for the first time, Su Changqing refrained from carelessness, subconsciously emulating his Confucian teacher’s guidance from earlier times.
Stern, serious, meticulous.
Xian Banmeng nodded, bringing out brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and gently brushed her sleeve, wielded the brush, and commenced writing.
However, her intent wasn’t truly to practice calligraphy; rather, she wanted to further understand Su Changqing.
So, as she practiced, she smiled tenderly and inquired, "Brother Su, what do you..."
"Silence!"
Xian Banmeng: "..."
Su Changqing replied sternly, "Practicing calligraphy is also training the mind; if the mind isn’t settled, how can the writing be good!"
"Rewrite it!"
Xian Banmeng clenched the pen tightly, her hand turned slightly pale.
She looked at Su Changqing, grinding her silver teeth, feeling a bit powerless.
This man... truly lacked romance.
"I write..."
Xian Banmeng, who is regarded as a fairy by many prodigies and is complimented in every matter, now looks aggrieved like a little school girl, seriously practicing calligraphy.
Yet even so, Su Changqing remained very dissatisfied over the next period.
"I’ve said it many times, you must infuse your writing with spirit; the spirit arises from the heart and meaning comes from the spirit. Why can’t you learn this?"
"This stroke is too harsh; I asked you to use your heart, not your strength."
"Wrong again, how did you even master your technique..."
Su Changqing, a first-time teacher, grew anxious watching Xian Banmeng, who couldn’t understand even after ten explanations.
Is it really that difficult?
He remembers that when he was learning, just one explanation from the teacher would be enough, and after three to five practices, he could master it easily.
These are very simple things, yet why can’t Xian Banmeng learn them?
"Su Changqing!"
Listening to Su Changqing’s exasperated tone and seeing his eyes as if looking at a fool,
Xian Banmeng’s always celestial demeanor crumbles, somewhat crazed:
"What kind of look is that? Am I really that dumb!"
"Yes." Su Changqing nodded very seriously.
"You..."
Xian Banmeng was infuriated, her face blushing, and argued, "Your calligraphy has reached the Way; of course, you think it’s simple."
"I don’t believe you mastered this technique in just a dozen attempts when you first learned!"
Su Changqing hesitated, knowing the truth might hurt Xian Banmeng.
But seeing the defiant look in her eyes, he helplessly said, "From the day I first picked up a pen, it took me three months to reach the Way."
"As for you..."
"Honestly, I’ve never seen anyone as dense as you."
Upon hearing this, Xian Banmeng’s mouth slowly opened wide, and she looked at Su Changqing in disbelief.
Though it’s only an interest, not a major, she has immersed herself in calligraphy for over ten years.
After more than ten years, her calligraphy has just barely mastered the technique.
But Su Changqing... three months?
"Are you joking with me?" Xian Banmeng said incredulously.
"Ah..."
Su Changqing sighed, "Is it really that hard?"
He initially thought that helping Xian Banmeng reach the realm of calligraphy shouldn’t be that challenging.
But looking at it now... it might need some time.
And Xian Banmeng, who was once hailed as a genius, now found herself in prolonged silence.
She experienced what it felt like for ordinary people facing her, through Su Changqing.
"Don’t look down on people; I’ll master it soon!"
Xian Banmeng gripped the pen stubbornly and buried herself in rigorous practice.
...
Time swiftly passed as the day went by, and on the day of the birthday banquet, the Flying Ship arrived at the Liu family’s spatial portal.
During this day, many prodigies on the Flying Ship occasionally glanced at that radiant corner, their eyes filled with brimming jealousy and envy.
A lone man and woman, spending such a long time together.
What are they doing? What are they talking about? Is Miss Banmeng about to find her destined partner?
One after another, these speculations stirred their hearts like a cat scratching at curiosity, leaving them restless.
"Hehehe, it seems the miss has found her choice."
The only one happy seemed to be Jin’er.
As soon as the right person is found, the miss’s fairy body issue can soon be completely resolved and soar high!
While Jin’er silently rejoiced, the divine barrier beside her dissipated.
Xian Banmeng walked out slowly, looking exhausted and somewhat doubting life.
"Miss."
Jin’er sneaked a glance at Su Changqing and chuckled softly, "Did you conquer him?"
Xian Banmeng’s mouth twitched as she looked at her trembling right hand, a faint hint of black lines appeared on her forehead.
If she told others, they might not believe that inside... she practiced writing for a whole day and night.
The strictness of Su Changqing... is more intense than that of her mother.
"You... ah."
Su Changqing glanced at Xian Banmeng, frowned, and sighed, "Forget it, learn slowly."
"I..."
Listening to Su Changqing’s tone of giving up, Xian Banmeng’s exquisite face was full of shame and anger,
"Don’t look down on me, I’ll continue to learn from you at the Liu’s!"
Xian Banmeng, despite being overwhelmed by Su Changqing, still held onto her stubborn heart.
She is determined to make Su Changqing see her in a new light!
"Once at the Liu’s, don’t follow me around."
Looking out the window at the already arrived Liu’s, Su Changqing’s posture gradually straightened, and his gentle scholarly eyes became sharp.
"Why?"
"Aren’t we all here to celebrate the birthday?" Xian Banmeng asked curiously.
"You’re here to celebrate the birthday, indeed."
Su Changqing chuckled, sensing the presence of Wu Jiuling within the Liu family, he spoke with a serene tone:
"But me, I’m here to crash the party!"