Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Overwhelming!
Wow!
As soon as Yi Xian’s distinguished voice fell, Wei Cang, Qing Feng, Ling Si, and others were instantly shocked!
Entering the Dao!
Again, entering the Dao!
And it’s the extremely difficult to cultivate one of the four celestial arts, the Art of the Painting Immortal!
"Impossible! How is this possible?"
"Even ordinary calligraphy entering the Dao is enough to take a genius half a lifetime."
"He’s only been apprenticed for two years, and not only did he enter the Dao with Fish Dragon Dance, but also with the Art of the Painting Immortal?!!"
Qing Feng looked at Su Changqing in disbelief, murmuring dreamily,
"Where did this monster come from?"
Above, Wei Cang was also stunned, looking blankly at Su Changqing beside him.
He had thought Ling Si was a prodigy of Confucianism not seen in a century, having reached the ’intent’ in calligraphy and painting in just four years.
But compared to Su Changqing... no, there is no comparison.
Entering the Dao in two celestial arts, never mind his peers, what about even surpassing himself?
"This child..."
Wei Cang’s lips trembled slightly, "Stronger than even Qingchen back then!"
...
"Senior brother, is entering the Dao really difficult? They all seem somewhat incredulous."
Su Changqing looked puzzled at Shu Han beside him.
He had never interacted with scholars other than his teacher and senior brother.
And Li Qingchen had already mastered the four arts into the Dao, profound and unfathomable, Shu Han achieved perfection in ’intent’, and calligraphy entered the Dao.
Additionally, he hadn’t cultivated for long before mastering them, which gave him a misconception that ’entering the Dao’ was very easy.
"Uh..."
Hearing this, Shu Han wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered like a mosquito:
"Hey, they’re all people from small places, haven’t seen the world, entering the Dao... isn’t much."
Qing Feng beside him seemed to hear it, his eyes suddenly widened.
The four arts entering the Dao isn’t much?
Are the disciples of the Confucian Immortal all so strong?
"I see."
Hearing this, Su Changqing suddenly understood, realizing he had been a bit too pleased with himself just now...
...
The crowd was abuzz with discussion, while Ling Si’s eyes became even redder.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t convinced by the loss, just that the grievance in her heart grew stronger.
Why was he so strong, yet still bullied people!
"I don’t believe you can beat me in chess too! Could it be that you have entered the Dao in all four arts!"
Ling Si wiped away her tears, stubbornly looking at Su Changqing, picking up the nearby Liu Feng Qin.
"I want to compete with you in music!"
As she finished speaking, Ling Si sat cross-legged on the ground, hands on the qin.
"How about..."
Seeing her about to cry, Su Changqing said awkwardly, "How about not competing?"
"No! Do you look down on me?"
Ling Si looked at Su Changqing with red eyes, gritting her teeth, "I’m not that fragile, show me your best skills!"
As the words fell, Ling Si directly plucked the strings, and immediately the qin’s sound lingered, like a mountain stream flowing gently, melodious and lingering.
The melody seemed to dance in the air, sometimes light, sometimes passionate.
You could hear that, within the level of ’skill’, this melody was already extraordinary.
As the piece ended, even Wei Cang, Mo Lan, and Yi Xian couldn’t find a single fault.
But at this moment, Su Changqing felt even more awkward, what kind of play was this?
It had no sense of intent, no rhythm of the Dao, just better technique, but this... isn’t this the basics?
"How about..."
Su Changqing hesitated, should he just concede and give the little senior sister some face.
But at this moment, Li Qingchen, who had been quietly watching all along, spoke:
"No need to worry too much, show all your skills and win beautifully."
"Failure is not scary, what’s scary is not seeing the opponent’s true strength."
"Showing your true skills is the greatest respect for your senior sister."
Hearing this, Su Changqing’s expression became solemn, and he saluted, "Disciple understands."
As the words fell, Su Changqing took out the slightly old wooden qin and sat cross-legged.
"Hoo..."
After taking a deep breath with his eyes closed, Su Changqing opened his eyes, now filled with boundless killing intent!
"Zheng!"
As soon as the qin’s sound started, a chilling coldness instantly enveloped the entire world.
A sky-high killing intent surged from the melody, like clanging weapons galloping across the battlefield, like gods and demons dancing wildly in battle heaven and earth!
At this moment, each note was like a sharp sword, sparkling with a cold light, carrying a fierce killing intent.
The strong rhythm was like the drumbeat of war, shaking one’s soul.
Wei Cang, Mo Lan, Yi Xian listened to the qin melody in their ears, showing boundless shock.
They were all too familiar with this melody.
Back then, Li Qingchen had sat cross-legged in the sky, using this piece to annihilate thousands of enemies, breaking everyone’s courage.
"Qinsha: Ghost God Abyss, first piece, Earth-Shaking!"
Wei Cang and others were silent and lost, as if they were brought back to the era of the Confucian Immortal by this fiercely heavy qin sound.
While Qing Feng and Ling Si listened to the sweat-inducing melody, it was as if an endless sharp sword was pressing against their throats.
The Dao-level qin kill, even if Su Changqing had no cultivation now, as long as there was mighty energy, thousands of swords would fly in the air within a radius of a thousand meters, leveling the earth!
By this time, no one cared about winning or losing anymore, Ling Si’s qin melody might be good, but compared to Su Changqing, it was like clouds and mud.
Not long after, Su Changqing finished the piece, and everyone present was silent for a long time.
Only the young girl, who had just come of age, was still stubbornly holding her head up, with red eyes,
"There’s still chess! Let’s go again!"
Ling Si was proud, but now, her pride was shattered, tears glistening in her eyes, forced not to fall.
She knew her chances of winning this literary competition were slim, but she was unwilling!
This literary competition may just be a small setback in her long life.
But for her teacher, it was an insurmountable challenge in his life!
If she didn’t fight with all her might, it would be unworthy of her teacher’s four years of teachings!
"Good child."
Li Qingchen unusually praised her when he saw this.
As expected of Senior Wei’s disciple, resilient, daring, and able to accept defeat.
This competition, if anyone was hit the hardest, it was clearly Ling Si.
If they continued, Ling Si would bear immense pressure.
But Li Qingchen understood that Ling Si wasn’t doing this for herself.
"Disciple..."
Wei Cang called out with a trembling voice, but before he could say more, Ling Si resolutely said:
"Teacher, let the disciple... fight for you one more time!"
Hearing this, Wei Cang clenched his fist tightly, with innumerable emotions stirring in his eyes.
The obsession suppressed by Li Qingchen for countless years now showed signs of loosening.
A trace of indomitable will, enough to make the heavens and earth tremble, quietly escaped.
Li Qingchen’s pupils narrowed at this, and after a moment, he looked at Su Changqing and slowly said:
"In the upcoming chess game, don’t hold back, defeat the opponent’s pieces within fifty moves!"
With his senior brother’s Dao realization imminent, he was going to lend Wei Cang a helping hand!
Su Changqing knew his teacher was serious when he heard this. Although he didn’t know why targeting the opponent like this, a teacher’s command couldn’t be defied!
"I’m sorry, Senior Sister Ling Si."
Su Changqing exhaled, the calmness in his eyes suddenly turned sharp.
Defeating the opponent in fifty moves, even he had to get serious.
With Su Changqing’s momentum changing, the image of a simple mountain village boy instantly collapsed!
Replaced by!
Was the unyielding conviction of a Confucian Dao master who could look down upon all directions!