RPAGF Chapter 241 Words Unspoken, Yet Silence Remains
Chapter 241 Words Unspoken, Yet Silence Remains
Zhu Wuyao was completely focused on establishing the basic model of the painting and was unaware of the changes that had occurred in Biyi City due to his cultivation and enlightenment.
As the spiritual energy slowly shaped it, the right arm vaguely took on the shape of a fallen leaf.
It's like sitting alone under a tree in autumn, with a breeze blowing and fallen leaves landing on my right arm, leaving faint marks.
It was as if it would disappear in the next instant.
Zhu Wuyao remained calm, guiding his spiritual energy to trace the pattern in the masterpiece of painting again and again, his expression focused and unwavering.
Whether it's the Falling Leaf Sword Technique or the name "Falling Leaf Inviting Autumn," both are closely related to Zhu Wuyao's experiences.
Therefore, this picture suits her very well.
Throughout her life, the art of clairvoyance and the sword without edge have been her longest companions.
The former is certainly important, but Zhu Wuyao doesn't know how to describe it, and her understanding of the art of clairvoyance is not necessarily thorough, so she can't put it into words.
Or rather—it's not the time to put pen to paper yet.
With the Wufeng Sword destroyed, all Zhu Wuyao could keep was the Falling Leaf Sword Technique, which he had already partially mastered.
The appendix to the painting collection provides numerous illustrations for reference, along with annotations explaining the different effects of each painting.
But just like that crescent moon, it can certainly be used.
I cannot agree with this without an invitation.
As the pattern was drawn again, it became even clearer. Suddenly, Zhu Wuyao's hair was lifted by the wind, and she seemed to feel the slight chill of autumn.
Everything is slowly heading towards extinction.
She stopped channeling her spiritual energy, and the outline of a fallen leaf faintly appeared on her arm.
Even without guidance, the spiritual energy continued to flow along the painting.
A punch was thrown, and the sound of wind breaking filled the air; it was swift and carried a chilling aura.
Even with just the initial outline appearing, the right arm has already undergone changes. If both are at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, the power of the fist alone could cause the opponent's protective aura to waver within thirty strikes.
If one had a sword... perhaps a single strike could cleave through the opponent's spiritual energy shield.
Suddenly, something appeared in Zhu Wuyao's hand—the kitchen knife that Ye Xiaozhou had given her.
She looked around to determine the direction.
He immediately grabbed a kitchen knife and sped off towards Chaoxi Bookstore.
Although the painting was only in its initial outline and not yet fully formed, she couldn't wait to have a go with Ye Xiaozhou.
This sense of anticipation is like when you were a child and got a new toy, eager to go to your friend's house to show it off and share it.
"I wonder if adding this painting will be enough to sway Ye Xiaozhou..."
What Zhu Wuyao didn't know was—
As she hurried away, two pairs of eyes, which had been looking from different directions, then withdrew.
Then, they connected with each other.
In the sea of consciousness encompassing all beings, ripples seemed to have been stirred.
Some changes have occurred.
Two exceptionally powerful divine senses were constantly clashing, resisting, and merging with each other.
For nearly a thousand years, she and he lived together in this way, through countless reincarnations, seemingly with a thousand words unspoken, yet seemingly speechless.
He kept trying to use his divine sense to erase the other party's obsession.
Even though the sea of thoughts is filled with the remnants of countless beings' consciousnesses, nothing can compare to it; before the bright moon, everything else is but a flickering star.
It won't amount to much.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
a new day.
There was a long queue in front of Chaoxi Bookstore.
Life in Biyi City is leisurely, but also exceptionally uneventful, with nothing particularly interesting happening, much like a still pond.
It's not easy to have something lively, so of course everyone wants to come and support it.
No one wants to miss out.
Fortunately, Zhu Wuyao and Ye Xiaozhou had prepared a large number of travelogues, almost enough for each of them to have a copy.
After all, each family needs a copy of "What's on the Other Side of the Mountain".
"Don't rush, everyone gets one, everyone gets one!"
Ye Xiaozhou, with the reaction speed of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, quickly handed over the book, settled the bill, and gave change.
"Next person!"
Not only was there a queue for her, but there was also a long queue in front of the two hired helpers next to her.
However, those two were not as fast as Ye Xiaozhou.
As for Zhu Wuyao—
Fearing that the angry readers would vandalize Chaoxi Bookstore and see her, the author of the book, she would become enraged, she had already hidden herself away.
Be angry!
Let us grieve for the lack of books in the world!
Go ahead and denigrate "The Travels of Zhu" to your heart's content!
Only in this way will you cherish "What's Beyond the Mountain" when it appears before you, and realize how precious this book is!
The deeper you explore, the more you yearn for the world beyond the mountains.
That's when they started trying to go out and cause turmoil in Lake Feidu.
Therefore, what is there to fear in sacrificing the reputation of Zhu Wuyao alone?
He concealed his form using the Concealing Breath and Wind Movement Technique.
Zhu Wuyao quietly hid next to the book lovers gathered for reading, wanting to hear their opinions on such a book that lacked substance, was shallow in thought, bland in writing, and utterly unremarkable.
Only after hearing the anger and curses of the crowd could Zhu Wuyao confidently proceed to the next stage.
Let "What's on the Other Side of the Mountain?" be brought to life!
Only in this way can its promotional effect be maximized.
Zhu Wuyao has already sacrificed his reputation, so of course he has to achieve his ultimate goal.
This group of scholars has been reading attentively for quite some time.
Zhu Wuyao was in the restaurant, holding a pot of wine, hiding to the side, feeling utterly bored.
Until one of the scholars suddenly slammed his hand on the table!
With a loud "bang," the wine jug in Zhu Wuyao's hand was almost dropped.
Ok?
Is it really necessary to be so angry?
The scholar seemed so angry that his face turned red. The people around him were also hesitant to speak, as if they were waiting for the scholar to start the attack, and then they would all join in and start cursing the author.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the scholar who had been particularly indignant and had slammed his fist on the table finally spoke:
"Wonderful!
"Having read countless books, I have never seen such a timeless and exquisite piece of writing, as refreshing as a cup of fine tea, like drinking a pot of spring water, soothing the soul and bringing a sense of tranquility!"
Ah...ah?!
Zhu Wuyao was utterly shocked.
what happened? ?
Is there something wrong?
The wine jug, which had almost fallen to the ground, was suspended in mid-air by spiritual power, and Zhu Wuyao reached out and retrieved it.
No, there must be a problem.
It must have been a travelogue he wrote himself; it just so happened that it caught his eye.
But for most people, this is an extremely boring book with little merit.
Zhu Wuyao, carrying the wine jug, shook his head with a hint of pity.
My friend, while I appreciate your appreciation, your lack of literary taste might lead your literary friends to start criticizing your aesthetic sense after today…
We are observing a moment of silence for this writer.
Suddenly, another scholar slammed his hand on the table and stood up, extremely excited.
She said:
"That's right! This article is fluently written, told in a gentle and elegant manner!"
"Of all the books I have read, none can surpass this one!"
"No wonder Manager Ye of Chaoxi Bookstore went to such lengths to invite that Miss Zhu to come out of seclusion. Such a reclusive master and literary giant, she is worthy of her!"