In the next few days, Ye Xuan was very obedient at home. He didn't dare to do anything. Instead, he painted in the house.
Yes, painting.
Since he disguised himself as a student of the Art Academy of the Capital University, he needed some skills. Of course, he didn't know how to sing, dance, or act. However, he knew a little about painting.
When he was in school, he learned to paint by himself based on his personal hobby. Well, it wasn't a sketch or oil painting. He just casually looked at pictures and copied them.
Although it didn't sound impressive, he was still good at copying paintings. However, he gave up later because he dropped out of school.
Of course, since he disguised himself as a student of the Art Academy of the Capital University, it was impossible for Ye Xuan to simply copy. He had prepared the traditional painting technique of Huaxia — ink painting.
In ancient Huaxia, people who read and wrote with a brush. It was precisely because of this that ink painting was born.
Huaxia ink painting was said to have started in the Tang Dynasty. It was later formed in the Five Dynasties. It flourished in the Song Dynasty and was widely spread in Southeast Asia. It had great artistic and cultural value.
In fact, Ye Xuan didn't have much research on ink painting.
However, with his cultivation, this was not a problem at all. He directly used his divine thoughts to scan through the most famous ink paintings in the major storage rooms. First, he copied them, then he integrated them, and finally, he created a unique painting.
The so-called skill entering the Tao meant that after a certain skill reached the peak, it would come into contact with the "Tao".
Painting skill was just a kind of skill.
However, Ye Xuan had already achieved the Tao. The so-called skill was actually just a trivial existence to him. Conversely, it wouldn't take long for him to achieve many achievements that ordinary people couldn't reach.
At this time, Ye Xuan was standing in front of the table in the corner of the hall. He was holding a brush and was quickly splashing ink.
"Done. Let's go!" He put the brush in his hand on the brush holder and looked at the painting that he had just finished in less than ten minutes. He couldn't help but smile.
This painting looked to be extremely simple. On a mountain that wasn't tall, there was a square house with black tiles halfway up the mountain, and it had a front courtyard and back rooms. At the foot of the mountain was a stream that flowed with a rustling sound. In the distance, the mountain range overlapped each other and the clouds were misty, causing one to feel as if they were in the scene, and it was indescribably wonderful.
The layout of the entire painting was clearly layered and had a vivid aura. Even if it was a tile, a blade of grass, or a leaf, they all seemed to be clearly visible. The clouds were misty and seemed as if they would be blown away by the wind at any moment, and the gurgling stream seemed as if the sound of water was approaching the ears.
If such a painting were to be seen by those who had studied ink painting, they would probably be overjoyed and wouldn't hesitate to spend a great deal of money on it.
That was because this painting was no longer a result of skill advancing into the Dao, but a manifestation of the Dao. Throughout the ages, even the most accomplished painters were unable to produce such a painting.
It was very difficult to imagine that such a work of art would appear in this ordinary little mountain village. Furthermore, it had only taken less than ten minutes to appear in this world.
What a marvelous skill!
No, this had already surpassed the so-called divine skill, and it wasn't something that ordinary people could pry into.
Actually, when he drew this painting, Ye Xuan had fused some of his mental state into it. Even though he didn't utilize any Divine Abilities, under the influence of his mental state, no matter how hot-tempered a person was, the person would calm down within this painting, and it was even to the extent that some people were able to comprehend the Grand Dao under the influence of this painting and step onto the path of cultivation.
"Hmm, not bad. I've finally drawn something that's satisfactory after spending two days of time!" However, perhaps the value of this painting was immeasurable to others, yet to Ye Xuan, it was only something he obtained casually. He didn't have the slightest foundation, yet after spending two days of time, he'd finally obtained results.
But he wouldn't be complacent because this was only a minor Dao to him now. His cultivation had far surpassed this Dao since long ago, so he didn't have to care about it.
After drawing this painting, Ye Xuan didn't intend to continue. Instead, he began to tidy up the things in the house.
Although the house wasn't messy, grandpa was old after all, and the house was a bit old. In addition, grandpa often went out to pick up garbage, so he didn't have much time to clean up the old house. Therefore, many places in the house were covered with cobwebs, and there were also some unsanitary corners that had accumulated dirt. There were also a few swallow nests on the eaves in front of the hall. Every day, those swallows would rake from top to bottom, and the ground was covered with white and black patches.
Previously, Ye Xuan had asked grandpa why these swallows were so noisy and unhygienic. Why didn't they just get rid of their nests and be done with it?
However, grandpa said that he was alone, and it was too lonely. With these swallows as companions, the house wouldn't seem too empty.
Hearing grandpa's words, Ye Xuan felt a little sour in his heart, and he didn't know what to say.
Letting out a sigh, Ye Xuan started to clean up. First, he found a few pieces of cardboard and attached them to the wire. Then he placed them under the swallow's nest.
In this way, even if the swallows wanted to excrete in the future, they wouldn't fall to the ground.
Then, he picked up the broom and began to clean the dirt on the ground. Then, he used the mop and water to clean it, and wiped the walls of the hall with a rag.
If Ye Xuan wanted to do these things as quickly as possible, he only needed to think about it, and it would be done in less than a breath's time. However, he didn't do this. He just used his hands and feet to do it bit by bit like an ordinary person.
In his opinion, these things weren't a matter of cleaning up, but a matter of filial piety as a grandson who had always wanted to do things for his grandfather.
The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop. The son wants to be raised, but his parents don't wait.
Back then, before he had even grown up, his grandfather had suddenly passed away, leaving him to wander the world alone.
If he hadn't been possessed by the system, he wouldn't have achieved what he had today. Not only did he fade into the crowd, but he also wouldn't have been able to return here and see grandpa today.
Sometimes, losing something was more painful than not having it, because after all, losing something was once owned.
With this kind of mood, Ye Xuan would come here safely, stay by his grandpa's side, and accompany him as much as possible.
When there was movement outside the door again, Ye Xuan knew that it should be grandpa coming back. After yesterday's persuasion, grandpa Ye finally agreed to ride the tricycle he bought to go out to pick up garbage. Although it was only a small matter, it made Ye Xuan quite happy.
Seeing grandpa coming back, Ye Xuan quickly stopped what he was doing, put the rag aside, and then went to open the door. He smiled and said, "Grandpa Ye, you're back!"
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