Li Mu was taken aback. The Empress could even predict this?
He had a sudden thought. Reverend DaoXuan was known as the Art Saint. Among his authentic works, there should at least be a few that were buried with him.
As long as they could find his tomb, they would be able to find his authentic works.
As the Grand Elder of Corpse Sect, it was normal for him to lead Corpse Sect disciples to rob tombs.
Moreover, to the Corpse Sect disciples, there was nothing deeper than robbing tombs together and fighting big dumplings together.
In this one month, he had shortened the distance between him and the disciples of the Corpse Sect to a great extent, and had also completely gained their trust.
However, finding the Art Saint's tomb was far more difficult than Li Mu had imagined.
Reverend DaoXuan was an ancient from the previous dynasty. He had fallen more than a thousand years ago. There were very few records about him. With the help of the Corpse Sect disciples, Li Mu spent almost a month to find his tomb.
It was also thanks to the Corpse Sect. They were not good at other things, but digging tombs was something that every Corpse Sect disciple was familiar with.
In order to steal strong corpses to refine corpses, they had to be proficient in feng shui knowledge. This was very useful for exploring tombs.
An outstanding Corpse Sect disciple was definitely an outstanding feng shui master.
A skilled feng shui master did not even need to consult ancient books. They only needed to use their eyes to see if there was an ancient tomb in a place. Based on the feng shui of the tomb, they could determine the position or strength of the corpse of Mu Zhong when he was alive.
Reverend DaoXuan was the last painting master. After him, the art of painting was cut off. In these years, countless people had searched for his tomb. Naturally, there was a lot of information about this.
However, after a thousand years, no one had found it.
The Corpse Sect had searched for it before. However, everyone knew that Reverend DaoXuan, the Art Saint, had dismembered himself before he fell. His tomb was only a cenotaph. This, to the Corpse Sect, was naturally boring.
Many years ago, they spent a lot of effort but still could not find his tomb. The Corpse Sect gave up immediately. After all, there were more strong warriors' tombs waiting for them to explore.
This time, the members of the Corpse Sect had searched for an entire month. They didn't know how many tombs they had snuck into and investigated before they finally found the tomb of the Art Saint.
The dignified Art Saint, a powerhouse of his generation, had actually built his tomb in such a simple and crude manner. Ordinary people would probably think that it was a commoner's tomb. This was also the reason why no one had ever found this tomb in the past thousand years.
If it wasn't for the fact that Li Mu just happened to have an authentic painting of the Painting Saint in his possession that produced a subtle connection with the objects buried with the tomb, Li Mu would probably have missed it as well.
Looking at the Empress's shocked expression, Li Mu said with a straight face, "I am doing this for the inheritance of the Art Dao. I believe that Senior Art Saint won't blame me. Besides, there are no remains in his tomb, so it isn't considered an offense. Oh right, whose paintings does Your Majesty like? I will send people to dig them up. The people of the Corpse Sect are very good at finding and robbing tombs …"
Mr. Mei stood in the middle of the hall with a stunned expression on his face.
Damn it, this was clearly a very disappointing matter. Why did it sound so sweet when it came from Li Mu's mouth?
After Zhou Yi came back to her senses, she hurriedly said, "No, no need …"
Then, she suddenly realized something. Looking at Li Mu, she asked, "Could it be that you weren't at Mount Baiyun this month?"
Li Mu still said with some trepidation, "The tomb of the Art Saint is not easy to find. It was just a coincidence that I almost wasted a month of effort. Fortunately, I managed to find it before Your Majesty's birthday …"
Zhou Yi was slightly delighted, but her expression was still dignified. She said, "The tomb is full of dangers. Have you forgotten what happened in the White Emperor's cave? Don't do such dangerous things in the future …"
Li Mu nodded repeatedly. "I will do as you command."
Zhou Yi said lightly, "Go to the back hall. Xiao Bai and Wanwan have been thinking about you all day."
Li Mu bowed and said, "I will take my leave now."
When Li Mu turned and walked into the back hall, the solemnity on Zhou Yi's face disappeared. She admired the few authentic works of the Art Saint, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.
Mr. Mei walked forward and explained, "Your Majesty, I didn't tell him Your Majesty's birthday. He must have heard about it from somewhere else. This rascal, he didn't care about court affairs for a month just to flatter Your Majesty. He is becoming more and more immature. No wonder people are talking about him behind his back …"
Zhou Yi nodded deeply and said, "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him fool around anymore."
Mr. Mei raised his head and looked at the Empress. Even his eyes were smiling. He could only say helplessly, "I know."
In the back hall of Changle Palace, Li Mu hugged Xiao Bai and spun around. He gave Wanwan the same treatment. Wanwan hugged his arm and looked at him pitifully. She said, "Sir, next time, wherever you go, can you bring us along …"
If Li Mu was going to play, of course, he would bring them along.
But this time, he was going to dig up graves. How could he bring two delicate little girls along? But looking at Wanwan's eyes, he couldn't say no. He could only say, "Okay, I promise you. In the future, if I can bring you along, I will try my best. I haven't seen you for a month. Let me check your cultivation first …"
Wanwan raised her head and said proudly, "I am already at the fourth realm …"
Although Wanwan's talent was average, she had the Empress's support and had endless cultivation resources. In addition, with the Empress's guidance, her cultivation had already reached the Theurgy level at a young age.
Because of Lingtong, her strength was far beyond the Theurgy level. If ordinary Creation Realm cultivators didn't pay attention, they would also be bewitched by her.
Xiao Bai's talent wasn't low. Before Li Mu left, she had already advanced to the Five-Tailed Realm. In this month, her cultivation didn't improve at all.
Firstly, she was like Li Mu. Her cultivation was forcefully raised. If she didn't accumulate enough, it would be very difficult for her cultivation to improve. Unless she encountered a great opportunity, it would be very difficult for her to improve in a short time.
Under normal circumstances, the Fox Clan needed decades to advance from the Five-Tailed Realm to the Six-Tailed Realm. And 99% of the Five-Tailed Foxes would never be able to cross this hurdle in their lifetime.
Now, Xiao Bai wasn't just facing the problem of stagnation in her cultivation.
She still lacked the cultivation method after the Five-Tailed Realm.
Xiao Bai's grandmother only had the cultivation method of the Fox Clan before the Fifth Realm.
If she wasn't of the Fox Clan, Li Mu, who had the Demon Clan's Heavenly Book, could provide her with the cultivation method from the Fifth Realm to the Ninth Realm. However, the Fox Clan's cultivation method was independent of the Demon Clan. Li Mu couldn't provide her with any help.
Li Mu wasn't the only one who couldn't. The Empress couldn't either.
The Fox Clan's cultivation method was only passed down to the Fox Clan unless they found a Fifth Realm Fox Demon. Li Mu knew a Fifth Realm Fox Demon and she owed him a favor. In principle, Li Mu could ask for her favor and pave the way for Xiao Bai's cultivation. However, Phantom Princess was his enemy. It was very likely that he didn't ask for her favor and would end up losing his own life.
Moreover, this wasn't a long-term solution.
Even if he had the cultivation method for the Fifth Realm, he still didn't know anything about the Sixth Realm. When Xiao Bai's cultivation level increased, she would encounter the same problem.
Actually, there was another way. That was to let Xiao Bai cultivate the ordinary Demon Dao. She was already at the Fifth Realm and had already surpassed Consciousness Opening, Fetus Molding, and Transfiguration. She only needed one or two years to condense a Demon Core.
However, this way, her identity as a Fox Clan member would be wasted. Even if her cultivation level increased, her mantissa wouldn't increase and she wouldn't have the Fox Clan's talent. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Li Mu wouldn't let her take this path.
If she could obtain the Fox Clan's Heavenly Book from the Illusion Lord, Xiao Bai's cultivation would be smooth sailing.
However, it wasn't easy to steal a treasure from a fox's mouth. He could only find another opportunity in the future. Li Mu stroked Xiao Bai's head and said, "Don't worry. I'll find the cultivation method for you after the Fifth Realm as soon as possible …"
After accompanying Xiao Bai and Wanwan for a while, they went to play by themselves. Li Mu stayed in the room alone. He stretched out his hand and a brush appeared in his hand.
This brush was found by Li Mu in the Painting Sage's cenotaph.
This brush was identical to the brush used by the old man at the bow of the boat in the painting. It was likely an item belonging to the Painting Sage.
However, Li Mu couldn't create something out of nothing with this brush. This meant that the profundity of this art lay in the caster and not the brush.
This was a large part of the reason why the Painting Dao was cut off.
Be it the Buddhist Dao, the Demonic Dao, or the Ghost Dao, it was very easy to gain a rudimentary understanding of cultivation. All one needed to do was cultivate step by step. Therefore, they were able to endure for so long. For artists and musicians, to gain a rudimentary understanding of their arts, one had to have superb artistic attainments. Just this alone was enough to keep most people at bay. Without anyone cultivating it, it wasn't surprising that the heritage was cut off.
However, no matter how difficult this path was, Li Mu had to give it a try.
The Painting Sage's divine power of painting in the void gave Li Mu a great deal of inspiration. The Painting Dao could create something out of nothing. If he used the same method to draw talismans, wouldn't he be able to save talisman materials and condense talismans in the void?
Li Mu thought about it carefully and felt that this idea was very feasible.
If he wanted to cultivate the Painting Dao, he had to start by learning how to draw.
This was also the first time Li Mu realized that he didn't have any artistic talent.
With his cultivation, he could control every muscle in his body, including his hands. However, drawing required more than just the control of the body.
It was the same landscape painting, but Li Mu had imitated Dao Xuan's authentic work. On the surface, there was not much difference between the two paintings, but when one compared them, one would have to wonder what exactly he had painted …
In the room, Li Mu looked at a new painting on the table and frowned.
The Empress walked in from outside and asked, "What are you doing?"
Li Mu said, "Your Majesty, can you help me take a look and see what's wrong with this painting of mine?"
"It has form but no spirit. You haven't gained a rudimentary understanding of it." Zhou Yi glanced at it and said lightly. She then asked, "You want to learn to draw?"
Li Mu nodded and said, "It seems that I can't just draw blindly. I have to find someone to guide me. Who should I find …"
The Empress looked at the painting and coughed lightly.
Li Mu suddenly looked at the Empress, and his eyes lit up.
He was really stupid. The person who could teach him how to draw was so close and so far away.
He looked at the Empress and said, "The painting skills of the painters in the palace are definitely not bad. Can I have them teach me how to draw …"
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