Peace Order
Chapter 282 - 130: High-spirited, Forever Elegant_3

Chapter 282: Chapter 130: High-spirited, Forever Elegant_3

"You just wait!"

"I’ll do it."

Li Guanyi was full of enthusiasm.

The silver-haired girl raised her hand, patted her hair, and arranged the tips before watching the boy make pastries. She sat on the bluestone below the pond, pondered for a moment, and felt that the records of the previous generations of Shaking Light were useful.

She looked at her reflection in the pond, wanted to smile, but her expression remained serene.

Shaking Light gave up.

She picked up a brush and began to draw on a piece of white paper, but somehow, with light and deft strokes, she captured the likeness of the young man onto the portrait.

There were many in the world with superb painting skills; the art of painting and calligraphy was profound. In later generations, alongside the annals of history, the scrolls painted by the son of Yan Pi, the minor supervisor of the palace, were praised. Though the young man eventually rose to prime minister, he was remembered through his paintings.

He was recognized for his talent in administration and painting and was known in the court as a divine transformation in red and green.

Considered a divine grade of his time.

It was said, "The Left Minister Xuanwei of the desert, the Right Minister renowned for his paintings."

And such a minister, adept in painting and handling affairs, devoted most of his time and energy to portraying the heroes and meritorious officials of the world, as well as kings and overlords from ancient and modern times. He hung these works on fine Xuan paper in the Octagonal Tower for all to see.

People lauded him, for with this masterpiece, he entered the annals of painting history as a divine grade.

The portraits of kings and overlords were acclaimed as the foremost in recorded history.

However, the painters who witnessed the gallery noticed something amiss among the imposing images of the monarchs and overlords: at the very front of those majestic, somber portraits, there was a white paper casually sketched upon.

With brisk brushwork, the young man’s fluttering garment spread wide swaths of ink, as if merging with the landscape.

It appeared to be Jiangnan in spring, the young man holding a sword in one hand, a willow leaf in the other.

Sunlight fell upon his face, a trace of a smile playing on his lips.

The young man was spirited and vigorous.

There, amidst the solemnity of the overlords, he shone like a breeze, seemingly eternally youthful and uncorrupted.

In distant futures, people would know that such a person existed, full of youthful vigor, laughing freely in the winds of Jiangnan, his spirit soaring.

When Yan Benli, whose name would live through the ages, saw this painting, he sat motionless for a long while. Eventually, he threw down his brush and sighed, "Such a painting cannot be recreated by skill alone. This painter’s technique is inferior to mine, yet her eyes witnessed that moment and never left."

"It lies not in technique but in spirit."

"It is a realm even beyond the divine grade."

"It is regrettable never to have witnessed such grace."

Li Guanyi made pastries, and in the Capital City, there was the technology for making ice. He successfully crafted ice cream and even adorned it with delicate little fruits as decoration. He offered it to Shaking Light, who took a small spoonful and tasted it.

Then the silver-haired girl’s eyes lit up.

Li Guanyi thought that if every person were an animal, the girl before him, despite showing no expression, was intelligent, would help him at crucial moments, and would keep her distance when one tried to get close, like a proud and aloof cat.

Ah, but a glutton nonetheless.

The girl put the spoon in her mouth, fell silent for a moment, and said, "Stargazing Shaking Light lineage."

Li Guanyi replied with a mischievous grin, "Renowned for their simple diet."

The girl did not respond but continued to savor slowly. Li Guanyi, holding his sword, still went to visit Ancestor Zu Wenyuan to cultivate the "Imperial Pole Worldly Scripture" and still learned the "Skill of Ten Thousand Enemies" from Master Wang Tong. Today, he was off to the Taoist Temple again.

But upon arriving at the Taoist Temple today, he noticed that something about the atmosphere inside was off.

Buzzing!!!

Without even getting close, the bronze tripod had already begun to thunder violently, drawing in Jade Liquid again after the reserve of Red Dragon Jade Liquid had been exhausted!

Li Guanyi looked up, and with his Qi Observation Skill, he saw seven-colored rosy clouds.

He saw a Buddha?

Li Guanyi reached the Taoist Temple, where the young Taoist who had welcomed him before looked anxiously inside. Li Guanyi patted the boy on the shoulder, startling him, but upon recognizing Li Guanyi, he relaxed. Li Guanyi asked what had happened.

The young Taoist replied, "Someone has come looking for trouble."

Li Guanyi asked, "Who?"

The young Taoist whispered cautiously:

"From the Western Regions, a living Buddha."