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Chapter 375: Chapter 371: Final Echo

Xiao Ziyu was undoubtedly a deep thinker, and as such, he understood how challenging it was to depict clouds in such a manner.

Thousands of clouds, each one unique and constructed with thoughtful details, conjuring up numerous new images as they combined and transformed. Though it was nothing more than a painting of a cloud sea, each gaze would evoke the surprise once felt at first sight.

It would take an unknown length of time to exhaust each possible combination, but it didn’t matter. He could simply bring the painting home, hang it up in his practice room, and admire it after daily training. What could be more delightful?

The newly risen first person of Xiling had made up his mind, no matter the meaning inscribed in the painting, he must acquire it. It would be more than just casting pearls before swine if this groundbreaking work were to fall into the hands of those ignorant nobles. It would be an insult to the master artist who created it.

With difficulty, Xiao Ziyu shifted his gaze from the endless red clouds, intending to find the title of the painting scroll so that he could have the attendant fetch it. But as soon as he looked up, he found himself unable to look away.

If one were to appraise visual artworks, perhaps there would be a handful of people in Xiling with sharper eyes than him. But in the realm of calligraphy, he was comparable to the likes of Xiao Zheng and Mi Hou. He believed that given another twenty years of practice, his works would be recognized by masters, though admittedly still not on par with the Huang Ting School, they would still be highly regarded.

Yet the calligraphy skill demonstrated in the painting before him was not only equivalent to, but also surpasses the Huang Ting School. It possessed a transcendent elegance that had him captivated. A mere six characters of ‘Gazing at the Peaks, Chanting for the Cloudy Sea1, encompassed the majestic essence of the endless cloud sea.

In the art of calligraphy, coordinating thin and thick strokes — the harmony of Yin and Yang, the balance of strength and flexibility — to show that a heavy character must have bone, a light character must have flesh. Only thus can one truly captivate the reader’s eyes, create a unique style, and win an exaggerated commendation. The calligraphy before him, although not as heavy as Huang Ting, contained an elevated elegance that immediately aroused youthful aspiration upon sight.

If Huang Ting’s characters embodied the majesty of the main path, then these words were like mournful predecessors, containing aloofness amidst the tranquillity.

excellence in both calligraphy and painting. He was eager to

were to become one of those brainless fans, it would be a worthy sacrifice. Because this painting before him deserved all of that honor. If martial arts were used as a comparison, this would be a sacred technique refined over thousands of years, presented in front of him, where every word and sentence contained

line, his brows slightly furrowed. “How fares Mount Dai? The beauty of Qi and

What was Mount Dai? What were Qi and Lu? Why wasn’t he familiar with these names? Though he would not presume to know everything about the world’s major mountains, he

been crucial in a poem. From ancient times, poets would lament that they could not grip readers with just two or three characters. In truth, there were many poems of ‘tiger heads and snake tails’, and few that began as rooster

and not as remarkable as the two divine mountains, Kun and Zhou. There was a hint

beauty, Yin and Yang mark

Mount Dai. The words brought the mountain’s majestic beauty and towering grandeur to life on paper. With just one character, the poet breathed life into all things in nature, as if resenting the world’s most extraordinary and beautiful creations for being too generous to Mount Dai. The line about Yin and Yang cutting through dusk and dawn even made Xiao Ziyu wonder if there truly was such an unprecedented divine mountain that remained undiscovered in the world, and only became

in the north and water in the south are Yin. But what monumental mountain could have so magnificent

no! They

poem could be ranked among the top tier. He could hardly wait to read the next line because he had no idea

clouds are born, eyes widen

enlightened, as if tearing through the clouds to see the blue sky. With such divine

look,

like birds returning to the forest, like moths flying towards a flame. Even if you had to tear open your eyes, you should remember everything in front

of everything in front of him? Even when it was already late, and the weary birds had returned to