Thank you readers for your support. Xiao Mi can't thank you all, please forgive me. Please continue to support Xiao Mi. Because I have already started to think about the new book, this might be the last time 《Young Fairy Doctor》 will participate in this explosive event. I hope the readers will give Xiao Mi the final explosive power! Thank you.
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A Taoist priest appeared. He didn't release any hostility nor did he sneak attack. He directly walked towards Qin Lang. Then Qin Lang said, "I can give you the divinity. But please tell me, why do you want this divinity? "
Listening to this Taoist priest's tone, he didn't seem to care about his divinity at all.
"I need your divinity. I need the recognition of the heavens and earth of Korea. But the will of the earth of Korea rejected me, so I could only suppress all her representatives. The reason is that simple."
Qin Lang said, "Moreover, you people of the path of gods have divinity but don't do anything for the people of the world. This is also a waste of resources. I'm just making reasonable use of resources."
"That's good. You're right. The divinity in our bodies is really a waste of resources. But since when did the people of Hua Xia become so rude and unreasonable? "The Taoist priest asked.
Seeing that this Taoist priest really didn't plan to make a move, Qin Lang continued, "The people of Hua Xia were originally so arrogant and unreasonable. It's just that because they kept their braids for hundreds of years, they suppressed their nature. But now and in the future, we will continue to be unreasonable and unreasonable! "
"I know that the majesty of Han and Tang was the pride of the people of Hua Xia. Because at that time, you were already standing at the top of the world. We, the people of small countries, could only look up to your existence. At that time, whether it was military or culture, we couldn't even look up to you. Even now, there are still countless things that amaze the world. Not to mention other things, just looking at the way of painting and calligraphy, only Hua Xia has it … "This Taoist priest named Drunken Painting Immortal rambled on. It turned out that he was an" art geek "who was obsessed with painting and calligraphy. No wonder he had no interest in fighting and didn't even care about his divinity.
However, this sloppy Daoist priest's understanding of Chinese culture was very deep, and even Qin Lang couldn't help but admire him. This was because this Daoist priest's understanding of calligraphy and painting culture far surpassed Qin Lang's.
From the Taoist priest's tone, Qin Lang could hear the Taoist priest's heartfelt admiration for Hua Xia's art and culture. "You Hua Xia people have too many things to be proud of. You were indeed the undisputed hegemon of this world. There has never been a country that could reach such a level in terms of military, culture, and economy! You are lucky to be born in Hua Xia. I wish I could be a part of Hua Xia! You may not know this, but as a Korean, I'm obsessed with Hua Xia's way of painting and calligraphy. I'm eager to understand it to the extreme. However, in the end, I realized that I'm a Korean. I can never integrate into Hua Xia's way of painting and calligraphy. This is where my sorrow lies! "
Qin Lang couldn't help but feel sorrowful when he heard this. Back in Hua Xia, countless people yearned to become Americans, Europeans, and even Australians. It seemed that being a Hua Xia person was a disgrace. However, who would have thought that there was a Korean here, and a Korean with divinity who yearned to become a native of Hua Xia?
Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed so. What did America have? It was nothing more than a temporarily stronger economy and military. They might be able to live a good life after immigrating. However, what else did Hua Xia have? Five thousand years of civilization. There were too many proud and memorable histories. There were too many cultures and civilizations that amazed the world. These things might be "worthless" in the eyes of some people, but in fact, countless foreigners would travel across the ocean to have a look at them.
No one in Hua Xia would be able to count how many unique skills Hua Xia had. However, every single one of them had fed countless people and amazed countless other races.
Ceramic civilization, landscape painting and calligraphy, tea art, tea ceremony, thousands of delicacies, opera and acrobatics … Any one of them would amaze the world.
The poor Hua Xia people didn't know how to cherish their treasures. However, those foreigners regarded these essences of Hua Xia as national treasures. They even stole them without caring about their reputation and tried their best to turn them into their own national treasures. For example, the tea ceremony of Nihon, the previous World Heritage Sites of South Korea, and the national treasures of Hua Xia placed in European and American museums … Hua Xia people didn't cherish it themselves. Their temperament was shabby, but they were regarded as treasures by others. This was the sorrow of Hua Xia.
The people of a big country would never know the pain and inferiority of the people of a small country. For example, this Taoist priest Zui Hua Xian had reached the peak of the Tao of painting and calligraphy. However, when he tried to step into the realm of Tao and God, he found that he couldn't pass this hurdle at all, because his Tao had stopped here.
It was easy to enter, but difficult to prove.
This Zui Hua Xian entered the Tao through painting and calligraphy. He understood the mystery and power contained in painting and calligraphy. He was also a strange person. He integrated the Divine Personality of Korea and was considered to have been blessed by Heaven. However, in the end, he couldn't prove his Tao. This made him very bitter and he searched for the reason. Finally, he saw the true mural left by the Painting Saint of Hua Xia, Wu Daozi. When he saw this painting, he immediately understood the reason why he couldn't prove his Tao.
"It's great to have tolerance!"
Zui Hua Xian sighed, which made the wind and snow around him even more desolate. While sighing, he raised his hand and killed a few grumpy creatures from another world. Then he continued, "Wu Daozi, he may not have Divine Personality, but his attainments in painting and calligraphy are beyond my reach. His paintings can be said to be uncanny workmanship. In terms of painting skills, I am not inferior at all, but I can't display that kind of free and easy, heroic, and heavy aura. I thought about it for three days before I understood the truth. Wu Daozi was born in the Tang Dynasty, which has a territory of tens of thousands of miles. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the rivers and mountains are picturesque. Only such a country, such a people, such a history can create such a talent! And my Korea is only three thousand miles of rivers and mountains, and the world is only three thousand miles. How can we display the aura of ten thousand miles? Even when writing poetry, your Hua Xia poet can use 'ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains', but we can only use 'a thousand miles'. The most important thing in landscape painting is the aura and historical foundation, which is something we can never reach! "
After he finished complaining, Zui Hua Xian didn't care whether Qin Lang understood or not. He sealed his Divine Personality in a spiritual fragment and gave it to Qin Lang. Then he turned around and disappeared in the wind and snow.
Qin Lang knew that this Daoist priest should be completely tired, and it could be said that he had nothing to live for. Because he couldn't prove his Dao, his path of cultivation was completely finished, and he couldn't find another breakthrough, so he would rather give up. Just as this guy said, he could learn painting skills and even paint better, but in his heart, he could never find the state of mind and heart of Painting Saint Wu Daozi, because he was a Korean, not a Hua Xia person.
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