Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

There are many mythological stories in ancient times, and the Demon Clan Heavenly Palace is a major symbol of the ancient times. Therefore, when you hear about the Demon Clan Heavenly Palace, you can easily determine the background of this world.

He had guessed about this earlier, so he would not lose his composure again. The establishment of the world background made him value Xuan even more.

At that moment, Yan Fang's thoughts raced, and he decided to demonstrate his own value first, so he opened his mouth and said:

“It turns out that rice porridge is so precious, no wonder my physical condition is much better than before.

I have nothing now, but I can repay you with my painting skills. I wonder if you can give me this opportunity?"

Yan Fang said this while gently stroking the scroll.

Having learned the lesson of transforming farm tools, he could not make any more inventions before he had established a firm foothold, and he would not even say a single famous quote.

God knows if he would be targeted by that saint if he recited a line from the Tao Te Ching now.

Although his level is not high, it can be judged from the concentration of the vitality of heaven and earth that the level of this world is definitely not lower than the fairy-tale version of the Western Han Dynasty. As a time traveler, he'd better be careful.

Without any good ideas, he would be a weakling in martial arts no matter where he went. As for intellectual planning, he would like to have a Longzhong Plan with Xuanyuan to plan for the world, but unfortunately Ji Xuan has no ambition now, and he himself is a newcomer and doesn't understand the situation at all.

Only his painting skills, which he used to regard as a stepping stone to enter the world of cultivation, were the only value he could demonstrate.

Moreover, this art of painting was even older than he thought, with traces of it existing in ancient times. Xuan was not surprised to pick up the scroll and white paper, and he was not worried about any out-of-scope behavior.

"Painting skills, you want to paint for me?"

Xuan was quite surprised when he heard this, and there was a hint of joy on his young face.

Yan Fang thought that scrolls, as works of art that had little use in survival, would not be revered by humans at this time, but he was wrong.

The art of painting is said to have been passed down by the innate gods, so for many people, getting a painting means gaining recognition from the upper class and being exposed to the culture of the upper class.

This scroll is an extremely precious luxury item among Youxiong people. Even an ordinary scroll is quite valuable and in short supply.

A few years ago, when the demon painter came to Youxiong to collect folk songs, the highest-ranking and most popular witch doctor in the Youxiong tribe accompanied him throughout the whole process, and the ceremony was extremely grand.

Xuan knew the value of the scroll. Scarcity makes things valuable. Among the human race, only the oldest Feng tribe had a human painter, so the value of the scroll was naturally inflated very high.

It is said that only the witch and a few leaders and commanders in the entire tribe can make the demon painter condescend to paint for them. Xuan does not know how much the cost is.

"I am not a good person. How can such a small piece of porridge be worth painting?"

Ji Xuan immediately refused. Scarcity makes things valuable. Rice ears are rare for You Xiong but not uncommon. Painting by a painter is even more difficult and even more honorable.

"Well, Xuan, what type of painting do you want, a portrait or a landscape?"

Yan Fang didn't know all this. He saw that Xuan said no, but he was actually quite tempted. He knew there was a chance, so he didn't wait for Xuan's consent and directly threw the question out without giving Xuan time to think.

Painting was not difficult for him. With his painting foundation and the spirit of the bird, even if inspiration triggered him to draw a more mentally demanding spiritual painting, he only needed to rest for a few days.

"Portrait?"

Xuan never thought that Yan Fang had so many thoughts, he just subconsciously said the answer he desired most in his heart, and only then did he react after he finished speaking.

"Okay, I'll paint you Xuan once I find the right tools."

When Yan Fang saw Xuan's reply, he immediately hurriedly decided the matter. Now that Xuan had made his choice, even if he regretted it later, he could still give his paintings to Xuan.

"Painting! Are you a painter? Is that thing in your hand a painting scroll?"

Xuan hadn't spoken yet, and the person on the other side had been silent. Qing, who was confused about what was going on, finally understood. With an incomparable brilliance in his eyes, he looked at the painting in Yan Fang's hand and exclaimed. All the hostility in his eyes disappeared, and was filled with eagerness.

Compared to Xuan, Qing seems to prefer this kind of luxury goods.

Through Qing's performance, Yan Fang also realized that the status of painters in this era seemed not as low as he had imagined.

“Well, this is my painting.”

Seeing that he looked quite excited, Yan Fang thought that this was an unexpected success. He didn't expect Qing to be so fond of literary works. However, it would be nice if there was less trouble.

Yan Fang then gently stroked the scroll, and a light yellow bird flew out of the scroll and landed on Yan Fang's shoulder, leaving a pink trace in the air. At the same time, a light fragrance of peach blossoms filled the air, and then he handed over the scroll in his hand.

The reason why the scroll can ensure that he can survive in an environment with rich vital energy and not be crushed by the vital energy because his body is too fragile is because of the painting spirit in the scroll. He wants to pass the scroll to others to see, so naturally he has to call the painting spirit out of the scroll.

As his cultivation level improved, Yan Fang discovered that he could allow the painting spirit to come out for a longer period of time.

"Can I see it?"

The light in Qing's eyes became even brighter. Although he was doubtful, he carefully took the scroll with both hands, then slowly opened it and examined it carefully.

"Painting spirit?"

A look of surprise flashed in Xuan's eyes on the other end. He didn't expect that Yan Fang, the expelled "failure", actually had a painting spirit in his hand!

Although this incorporeal Que Lingcui was even more fragile than his master Yan Fang, he was the type that could be dissipated by just arousing his qi and blood.

When he and Grandpa Mu picked up Yan Fang, they had also noticed the scroll. However, the energy on this scroll was rather special and particularly fragile. Once their energy penetrated into it, it would likely destroy it. Also, because this ball of energy was so weak that it couldn't even sustain an explosive magic formation, there was no danger, so they didn't investigate carefully.

Now it seems that Yan Fang is not an ordinary person. Xuan no longer blindly imagines it.

"Hey, hey, hey! This is really a painting spirit. Doesn't it say that only a top genius can produce this thing?"

Qing was also stunned when he saw Hua Ling, and reached out to touch the lively Que Ling.

When the bird heard this, it chirped twice and flapped its wings to fly behind Yan Fang.

"Qing, don't touch it. The energy and blood in your body will probably dissipate it."

When Xuan saw Qing's actions, he hurriedly stopped him, fearing that he would destroy the precious painting spirit.

He knew at a glance that the painting spirit was one with Yan Fang and was the foundation of Yan Fang's practice. If it was destroyed, Yan Fang's soul would also be broken.

"Well, the painting spirit is very precious?"

Yan Fang raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Xuan to be shocked by the painting spirit in his hand. He summoned the bird spirit out for two reasons: one was to enable better actions, and the other was to assist in painting.

As far as he knew, in the fairy-tale version of the Western Han Dynasty, there were not many painting spirits, but not too few either. Just like in the cultivation sects that were mainly composed of fairy painters, there would be several disciples in each generation who possessed painting spirits, and some even possessed multiple painting spirits. However, they would not sign a contract with the painting spirits like Yan Fang did.

Before reaching the great success realm, the spirit of a painting has nothing to do with the painter's qualifications or realm. In addition to the need for the painter to inject relevant artistic conception, it also depends on luck. A fairy painter with strong personal strength can rely on inspiration to make every painting a spiritual painting, but if the inspiration is insufficient, painting a thousand or ten thousand paintings may not necessarily produce a spirit of painting.

In Yan Fang's opinion, in the ancient times, those powerful beings should be able to easily create life, not to mention the races. Even if those painters did not have a high level of cultivation, they should be able to create a few painting spirits over time.

After all, this is the primitive world, and there is no shortage of long-lived races. Only short-lived races like humans are the outliers.

"The last time, the demon painter, who lived for thousands of years, said that no painter he knew could create a painting spirit anymore. He didn't know the specific reason."

When Qing's hand was patted by Xuan, he also realized the fragility of the bird spirit. He shook his head and said with a little regret.

The Huoyu Clan is the second clan of the Youxiong Tribe, only below the Youxiong Tribe. When the demon painter came here, it was the Huoyu Clan who entertained him.

Qing is the son of the current chief of the Huoyu clan, and he has had close contact with the demon painter.

"The war between the sorcerers and liches caused damage to the prehistoric earth veins, and the impact has not been eliminated yet. The vitality is violent and chaotic, so it is naturally difficult to regenerate a painting spirit."

Xuan knew more about the Dao of Painting. He was also quite interested in this ancient way, but he didn't have the method to learn it.