Chapter 315: Smiling Proudly in the World (11/12)
Ding Ling had no reason to refuse.
This was an Inner Power Heart Method delivered right to him.
Moreover, Xiaang Wentian, hailed as the Celestial King, the Bright Left Envoy of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect, must have first-class Inner Power Heart Techniques in his collection!
What Ding Ling lacked now was a first-class Inner Power Secret Manual!
Third-rate ones were useless to him.
Second-rate ones were too mediocre. First-rate ones would help him become a top expert faster!
"Alright!"
Ding Ling nodded:
"How do you plan to compete?"
"Haha..."
Xiaang Wentian laughed heartily:
"Alright, alright, worthy of Ding Ling, the Void Shatterer. Truly straightforward!"
He took out paper and pen from his bosom, looking around:
"Let’s compete right here!"
His voice was sonorous and powerful:
"Let’s start with painting. As long as you can create a painting that utterly surpasses my skills and satisfies me, you win."
"Isn’t this competition a bit of cheating?"
Lin Pingzhi protested:
"According to you, in order to win, you must also create a painting that surpasses my master’s skills and satisfies him, right?!"
"That’s correct."
Xiaang Wentian nodded with a smile:
"Indeed, that’s what I mean!"
"Xiaang Left Envoy is being sneaky and evasive."
Qu Feiyan unhesitatingly sided with Ding Ling, accusing Xiaang Wentian:
"Competitions must be fair. What’s the point of cheating like this? My Brother Ding can also choose not to compete!"
"No longer calling Xiaang Uncle."
Xiaang Wentian glanced at Qu Feiyan, half-smiling:
"Your Brother Ding? It seems your heart has fallen for Ding Ling."
These words made Qu Feiyan blush.
She glanced at Ding Ling.
Seeing Ding Ling’s calm expression, she inexplicably felt a sense of emptiness, but quickly gathered herself and said crisply:
"According to your terms, if all three rounds end in a draw, won’t my Brother Ding waste his efforts? You must give that Inner Power Heart Technique Secret Manual as compensation."
"This..."
Xiaang Wentian was momentarily speechless under Qu Feiyan’s argument, and after contemplating he said:
"Alright. As long as you truly surpass me, regardless of whether I’m satisfied, you win."
Ding Ling chuckled ambiguously.
Peeping through a tube at a leopard.
It was clear that Xiaang Wentian was definitely not a narrow-minded, serious, high-principled person!
Zhang Zhongjing and Hua Tuo of the Three Kingdoms World were the epitome of integrity and compassion!
Dealing with someone like Xiaang Wentian, Ding Ling naturally wouldn’t be too pedantic.
He immediately gestured for Xiaang Wentian to start.
Xiaang Wentian walked to the horse’s side, took out two sets of brush, ink, paper, and ink slab.
One set per person.
Prepared meticulously.
It seemed Xiaang Wentian had forethought before coming!
This was an extremely intelligent person with hidden strategies.
Ding Ling did not underestimate Xiaang Wentian and immediately focused, starting to paint.
His painting skills were at full level.
In the Three Kingdoms, he extensively observed various celebrities’ painting skills, resulting in his skills reaching perfection and peak level!
Calling him a Grandmaster level painter who integrated ’Hundred Schools of Celebrities’ painting skills is not an exaggeration at all.
His painting skills were originally at full level.
But lacked the essence from various schools.
Also lacked the capability to get Jiuzhou and Western Realm’s Kingdoms to voluntarily or passively contribute their painting skills.
It was precisely due to the phenomenal accumulation of the Three Kingdoms World.
That led to Ding Ling’s current ability to paint and write effortlessly!
In just moments.
A scene of three people riding horses and viewing landscapes came to life on the paper.
Vivid and lifelike.
Impeccable and true to life.
Lin Pingzhi went over for a look and couldn’t help but exclaim loudly:
"Master, your painting skills are astounding. In such a short time, you’ve produced such an astonishing work, it’s unbelievable!"
Qu Feiyan also came over and was deeply moved and shaken, looking at Ding Ling with an increasingly unusual gaze.
"Hmm?!"
Xiaang Wentian had just started by the time he heard Lin Pingzhi’s exclamations, and was puzzled; he immediately set his brush aside, walked two steps to Ding Ling’s side, and looked closely. Upon seeing it, he was struck as if by lightning and stood there in shock.
After a long while.
He clapped Lin Pingzhi’s shoulder, loudly cheering:
"Good, good, good. Hahaha..."
He laughed heartily:
"Such a painting is worthy of being called a divine product! Even compared to ancient masterworks I’ve found, it’s more captivating and soul-stirring! Excellent, excellent!"
He gazed intently at Ding Ling with a face full of admiration, saying:
"No need to continue competing here. You’ve won this round."
He stroked his long beard under his chin with a face full of emotion:
"I truly couldn’t have imagined it. That in this world, there exists someone like you, Ding Ling, a Painting Saint! And you’re so young, with such high Martial Arts skills. Truly appalling, appalling!"
He shook his head and walked over to crumble his own work, disdainfully saying:
"Compared to you, my painting work is just dog poop, no need to show it and embarrass myself. Next, we shall compete in calligraphy."
...
Moments later.
Ding Ling, with brush strokes like flying dragons and snakes, finished a calligraphy piece that amazed Lin Pingzhi, who shouted ’Master, amazing!’ and caused Qu Feiyan’s eyes to sparkle.
Stunned, Xiaang Wentian laughed heartily:
"Excellent, excellent! To think that Ding Ling’s painting skills equate to the Painting Saint and his calligraphy to the Calligraphy Saint. Truly invincible! With you at hand, those so-called Advanced Scholars and Champion Scholars of the world today would all feel ashamed!"
He grew more excited.
As if he hadn’t lost, but won:
"Next, we will compete in music. I won’t play."
Xiaang Wentian gave in, his eyes glowing as he looked at Ding Ling:
"I’d like to see you play."
From the horse’s side, he unexpectedly took out a Guqin, held it with both hands, and handed it to Ding Ling:
"Come, give it a try."
"Alright."
Ding Ling smiled softly.
Took the Guqin, placed it to the side, and immediately began to play the sheet music for The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.
Although without the accompaniment of a flute.
His solo performance of this high-difficulty Smiling, Proud Wanderer.
Still left everyone present in awe.
The tune, full of blood, freedom, and grandeur, embodying the essence of the Jianghu in Smiling Proudly in the World, was finished.
Lin Pingzhi was moved, tears of excitement surged in his eyes.
Qu Feiyan’s previously downcast heart was invigorated.
Xiaang Wentian was silent for a while, then slapped his thigh in amazement:
"Excellent, excellent! This tune should only exist in heaven; how often can it be heard on earth! Lingering for three days wouldn’t suffice to describe its brilliance!
Who could’ve thought in my lifetime, Xiaang Wentian, I would hear such a Divine Song. Truly worthwhile, extremely worthwhile!
But what is the name of this tune?
Why is it so pleasant, captivating, and touching,
yet never heard before?"
Ding Ling explained the tune’s origin.
Xiaang Wentian sighed and lamented:
"Two friends, soulmates, have just passed like this. Damn the Mount Songh Sect scoundrels! Someday, I will make them pay with blood."
He gritted his teeth, seemingly genuinely eager to devour the Mount Songh Sect people’s flesh.
How much was acted out.
How much was genuine?