Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

[132] Is The Natal Character ‘Devil’ Golden? Tens Of Thousands Of Confucian Cultivators Apologized (

Originally, they were not very convinced that Wu Ping, a demonic cultivator, could stir up talent.

Now they were thinking that perhaps that senior brother would come out and create an article to stir up talent, but when they looked, it was Wu Ping again!!

And their own genius was still grinding ink for him.

This simply made them unbearable.

But there weren't many people speaking ill of him.

They were all discussing what Wu Ping could write.

How could Wu Ping, with no virtue or ability, make the inkstone and jade inkstone for himself?

Some sharp-eyed people even recognized the Wenshan inkstone at a glance.

"That's the Wenshan inkstone!!!"

"My Saint Weapon from the Three Thousand Study Rooms, actually... actually... infuriates me!!!"

"If Wu Ping can't write anything today, I will criticize him and curse him on the spot!"

"Wenshan inkstone, wandering ink, dragon-tailed brush, spiritual bamboo paper, Senior Brother, Senior Brother, you've been blinded by flattery."

"Alright, alright, making such a fuss is unbecoming and disrespectful to our scholarly pursuits. Have we, disciples of the Three Thousand Study Rooms, developed the habit of looking down on others like dogs?"

"Senior Brother, it's not that we're looking down on others, but really, really, Wu Ping is a demonic cultivator. Perhaps he does have literary talent, but the path to writing is paved with diligence. I can't write either, but golden phrases and beautiful words come from heaven, Senior Brother!!!"

"Stop talking, he's about to start."

They saw the inkstone and jade stop in the middle of the stage.

Wu Ping could naturally hear the discussions around him.

Very helpless.

He never intended to show off in front of others or pretend to be someone he wasn't.

Everyone followed Shuzhou Yu to his bamboo courtyard, and he couldn't do anything about attracting so many people. What could he do?

The dragon-tailed brush was in his hand.

Wu Ping rolled up his sleeves.

With a wave of his hand, spiritual energy flowed through the tip of the brush.

As soon as the brush touched the paper, it was calligraphy that the world had never seen before.

With Wu Ping's current memory and exquisite control of his muscles.

Cursive script, wild cursive script, thin gold script, rivers and lakes script.

All the scripts he had seen in his previous life, he could write them all.

But they didn't fit the artistic conception of this moment.

It was a gift for Shuzhou Yu.

And what he wanted to write, if he used the above techniques, wouldn't match.

So the calligraphy Wu Ping used today.

It is the brushwork used by the predecessor Wen Zhengming, who wrote the preface to the Tengwang Pavilion in a previous life.

At the moment the brush touches the paper.

Everyone understands what it means for the brush to have a divine touch.

The strokes flow like a dragon swimming, each of the ten characters is clear and beautiful, and the elegance of literati and ink artists is perfectly reflected in the words and lines.

The brush is often used with the center point, and the transitions are all rounded, concealing the strength within.

The font is full of strength and vitality!

The Literary Aura of heaven and earth rises again.

Finally, it awakens the Confucian scholars who are fascinated by it.

"A new calligraphy school!!!"

"Wu Ping has actually created a new calligraphy school. The brushwork is smooth, the result of years of practice. When the brush touches the paper, it flows effortlessly without any pause. It is aesthetically pleasing and full of meaning. It has both form and substance. Is he still a human being?"

"Isn't he a demonic cultivator? How can he create such orderly, smooth, and majestic calligraphy?"

"I find it hard to accept. I imagined that he could create beautiful sentences that would astonish the world and bring forth the Literary Aura, with a divine radiance. But I never expected that he would create a whole new school of calligraphy."

"I also thought that as a demonic cultivator, his brushwork would either be sinister and mysterious, or filled with demonic energy, in line with the poems he previously sang. It could also be extremely arrogant. But how can he write such orderly calligraphy?"

It's like seeing a fierce and evil-looking bald man on the street, with a height of two meters, muscular, and covered in tattoos, walking a large wolf dog.

You would think he's not a good person.

But then he casually takes out many commendations for bravery and heroism from the third district citizens.

The situation of Wu Ping in the eyes of these Confucian scholars is even more exaggerated than this.

And what's even more absurd is yet to come.

The Literary Aura of heaven and earth gathers.

A golden wooden bucket appears behind Wu Ping.

It is filled with more than half.

This represents the talent of this world, and Wu Ping's calligraphy has obtained more than half of it.

How many scholars are there in this world?

No one knows.

But he alone occupies more than half of this talent.

This represents the recognition of heaven and earth. In the future, the calligraphy used by Wu Ping can be passed down for generations in this world. Those who practice this calligraphy in the future will all call him "Master."

A demonic cultivator teaching calligraphy to Confucian scholars????

Mockery, Apex Level mockery.

"The mountain does not need to be high, as long as there are immortals, it is spiritual. The water does not need to be deep, as long as there are dragons, it is spiritual..."

"This... this..."

Someone is so shocked that they can't speak.

Later generations continue to recite.

"This is a humble room, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss stains the steps green, and the color of grass enters through the curtain. Scholars come and go, exchanging laughter, with no commoners among them."

"Is this titled for Senior Brother's bamboo courtyard?"

"It must be, it must be titled for Senior Brother's bamboo courtyard. It is also titled for Senior Brother. Scholars come and go, exchanging laughter, with no commoners among them. Isn't this also describing our Three Thousand Study Hall?"

"Damn it, I should really die. Wu Ping wrote the inscription for the Three Thousand Study Hall, and yet I, I actually said such things. I am ashamed, truly ashamed!"

"Stop arguing and continue chopping!"

Someone's face has turned red.

A sense of shame arises in everyone's hearts.

Many people want to leave in anger, but they are held back by their regrets.

Reluctant to part with such good calligraphy, reluctant to part with such good poetry.

"I can play the suqin, read the Golden Scriptures, without the noise of strings and bamboo, without the labor of the secular world. The Two Principles Saint's Cottage, the Three Thousand Scholars Pavilion, what is there to be ashamed of?"

After all, it is a gift.

Wu Ping also needs to adapt to the current environment as much as possible.

Finally titled: Inscription of the Humble Room.

At the moment of stopping the brush.

The sound of a falling needle can be heard around.

Turning around to look.

All the three thousand students in the air around are landing together.

Bowing in the midst of the bamboo sea.

"We have arrogantly read the books of sages, judging people by their appearance, not by their hearts. We, who are unworthy of being readers, are ashamed. Please punish Fellow Daoist Wu Ping!!!"

"Please punish Fellow Daoist Wu Ping!!!"

Countless students shout in unison.

Each of them with a blush on their face!

How did they speak of Wu Ping before?

When Wu Ping stops writing.

Looking at the entire text.

Which sentence, which line, does not describe them, the readers?

Not being greedy for wealth, only cultivating Confucianism and righteousness.

How many students here, when they have not yet cultivated that lofty righteousness, have not lived in humble rooms?

Have they forgotten their roots?

No!

Have you ever seen any place in that three thousand study rooms that is magnificent and grand?

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I ask myself to be noble and well-read in the books of sages.

But they questioned before, even using words to ridicule Wu Ping.

Unexpectedly, for the three thousand study rooms, for the aspiring students, he wrote an inscription in a humble room.

The Saint's Lu of the Two Principles, the pavilion of three thousand students, do they still need to carve the four characters of the three thousand study rooms on their foreheads?

Gentlemen?

They dare not claim to be gentlemen today.

"Ah..."

Wu Ping didn't know what to say.

He was speechless for a moment.

But when he stopped writing today, there were still people chattering here.

He went up and slapped the two of them.

And cursed them as useless scholars.

Then he threw out two tokens.

The vastness of the Two Principles Mountain allowed him to come and go freely.

As a result, such a thing happened.

One by one, they bowed and apologized, seeking forgiveness.

This made him a little at a loss.

The nearby Shuzhou Yu didn't help come up with a solution.

He just kept looking at the beautiful words and sentences on Lin Zhu's calligraphy, and then looked at his own small bamboo house.

A smile appeared on his face that couldn't be hidden.

Just like a complete fool.

Wu Ping nudged him with his hand.

"What should I do?"

This was the result of that one action.

Shuzhou Yu instantly protected the precious bamboo spirit paper in front of him, as if he were a fierce dog guarding his food.

Wu Ping felt a headache from watching.

"Cough, punish them severely, without rules, there can be no order, let them remember and never look down on anyone!"

When this sentence came out, it seemed to hit the hearts of these disciples.

It's another round of shouting: "Please punish Fellow Daoist Wu Ping!!!"

Wu Ping is in a difficult situation.

This person is not his senior brother.

"Well, in that case, copy three thousand books from the Saint's study and transcribe it a hundred times."

"We accept the punishment!!!"

The people then stood up.

Wu Ping's pressure instantly disappeared.

But when they stood up, they didn't leave.

One by one, they looked at him with fiery eyes.

Wu Ping still didn't understand.

Shuzhou Yu knew something bad was happening.

These people have ideas about the Inscription in the Humble Room.

"Wu... Wu Xiong, this Inscription in the Humble Room..."

Wu Ping waved his big hand generously, "Didn't we agree to give it to you?"

The words fell faster than Shuzhou Yu's hand.

It was directly rolled up by the bamboo paper and put into the storage bag.

That action was so fast that it left an afterimage and passed by in a flash.

Now.

The other Confucian cultivators became anxious.

"Shuzhou Yu, it's fine if you usually have a cold personality, but today Fellow Daoist Wu has created a new calligraphy style. We are all witnesses, and we are not competing with you. But at least let us have a look."

"Yes, Shu Shixiong, you're being unfair. We haven't had a close look at Fellow Daoist Wu's authentic work yet. Don't be so stingy!"

"Shu Shixiong, please show us some mercy and let us have a look. It would be even better if I could transcribe a copy and hang it in my bamboo courtyard."

"Shu Shixiong, have you forgotten our camaraderie as fellow disciples and classmates?"

"Cough cough, Shu Shidi, this is not what a gentleman should do."

Seeing that everyone was about to rush into the bamboo garden.

Shuzhou Yu directly shouted, "No entry without permission!!"

With this, everyone stopped in front of the courtyard.

But this couldn't stop them.

One by one, they just stood in place with their hands behind their backs.

Hmm.

I will not go!

"If you don't show us today, we won't leave. We will follow you and stay outside this courtyard every day."

"We won't steal, we really won't steal, we just want to admire it."

"Robbing is not something a gentleman does. If we dare to have any ulterior motives, you can go to Master Confucius and report us."

"No, this is mine," said Shu Zhouyu.

He came all the way from the southwestern border, crossing mountains and overcoming countless hardships, to arrive at this Three Thousand Study.

Who hasn't seen him?

Playing rogue with him?

Not effective.

A noisy commotion broke out for a moment.

Wu Ping and Sìmù sat at a small table, pouring drinks for each other.

Seeing Sìmù hesitating to speak, Wu Ping raised his hand to interrupt: "Don't say it, I know what you're going to say. How many people are involved in this? Do you want to exhaust me?"

"If you want to do something good, why don't you go?"

Sìmù felt a bit embarrassed: "Imitation is tangible, but lacks spirit.

"Noisy and chaotic, what a disgrace."

A small voice, but it accurately reached everyone's ears.

The crowd looked over.

Someone slowly descended from the middle.

A group of Confucian scholars bowed and saluted, "Master Xun."

Shuzhou Yu, who was engaged in a debate with the scholars, also stopped, "Master, please."

Wu Ping and Sì Mù quickly stood up. This person was quite influential.

"We greet Master Xun."

"No need to be so polite. Speaking of which, I have a close relationship with Elder Ouyang from the Seven Blood Sect's Human Demon Peak and Vice Peak Master Lin Baili from the Punishment Peak."

Master Xun said gently.

But his expression changed when he turned around, "The previous offense must be punished. When will you repay it?"

The Confucian scholars looked dejected and bitter, turning to leave.

But then they heard Master Xun say, "After you transcribe the Saint's Excerpts one hundred times, I will have Shuzhou Yu bring out the original copy of the Inscription of the Humble Abode for you to study and transcribe."

The scholars laughed.

"Thank you, Master."

After expressing their gratitude, the crowd finally left - gradually disappearing into the distance.

Shu Zhouyu also knows that it's fine to show it to others since they are all fellow disciples, but he can't bear it in his heart.

He is being selfish.

This is not what a gentleman should do.

"Disciple accepts the teachings."

Shu Zhouyu bows and pays his respects.

Xun Fuzi smiles, "You, oh you."

He turns around and looks at Wu Ping, his eyes full of admiration.

So he tentatively asks, "Wu Ping, why don't you transfer to our Three Thousand Book Pavilion? I can take you as my disciple."

Shu Zhouyu's eyes light up.

This is great!

Then he and Wu Ping will be friends and fellow disciples again!

"Wu Xiong, if you're willing to come, I can be your junior!"

When Shu Zhouyu speaks, his tone is unusually firm.

Not to mention that Wu Ping now possesses extraordinary talent in calligraphy, epitaphs, and famous sayings.

Any one of these things can make any master in the Three Thousand Book Pavilion fight to take him as a disciple.

The treatment will definitely not be worse than Shu Zhouyu's.

Wu Ping awkwardly takes out Ouyang Zhongmo's token from his bosom.

"Master, actually Wu Ping just wanted to say that I have an old relationship with Elder Ouyang, who is my master."

"Hahaha, impossible, absolutely impossible. What qualifications does Ouyang Zhongmo have to take you as his disciple?"

In Xun Fuzi's eyes, what is Ouyang Zhongmo?

He is the biggest scoundrel and ruffian in the Immortal Cultivation World!

A scheming ancestor.

Poisoning, traps, digging up ancestral graves, claiming others as his father, he has spent two thousand years just to destroy other sects.

What hasn't he done?

He is simply shameless.

Wu Ping is nothing like him.

Until Wu Ping says again, "Then take a look at this?"

Wu Ping takes out the Feitou Man. He had been hiding it all along because he didn't think it looked good.

Now that the Feitou Man is revealed.

Xun Fuzi is speechless.

Just shaking my head, feeling regretful.

Ouyang Zhongmo deserves to die!!!!

What kind of virtue and ability does he have!!

Such a promising talent is going to be ruined by him.

"Master Xun, I have a question."

Wu Ping quickly changed the topic.

Master Xun regained his composure, with a gentle temperament like a spring breeze.

"You may ask."

Wu Ping pointed to the golden hairpin on his head: "How should I store this golden hairpin?"

He really can't show his face with this thing on.

Wu Ping had just tried every method possible, but couldn't store this thing.

"It's not difficult. You just need to engrave your life character with your talent. Once the life character is successfully engraved, your talent will automatically gather within it and be at your disposal in the future."

"But I am not a Confucian cultivator, so..."

This indeed posed a problem for Wu Ping.

Unexpectedly, Master Xun handed him a manual.

"Take this, try to condense your life character according to the instructions inside."

Wu Ping took the booklet.

With his current comprehension, the instructions in the book were not difficult at all, and he almost instantly understood them.

His heart moved at will.

The talent within the golden hairpin was instantly released, floating in the heavens and the earth, gradually gathering in the air.

Then, the demonic energy within Wu Ping's body immediately erupted, spreading like a sea of blood, uncontrollable. The talent and demonic energy mixed together, slowly outlining the character for "demon" in the sky.

Now the entire Liangyi Mountain was completely awakened.

But that wasn't the reason for Master Xun's frown.

Hasn't he seen any Great Demons before?

The Immortal Cultivation World has recorded history for countless years.

How could there not be some extraordinary and special individuals?

He has seen or heard of cultivators who practice Buddhism, Confucianism, and demonic cultivation, even those who practice all four paths.

The reason for his frown was because Wu Ping's life character was a bit too dazzling, why is it so bright, and it's even golden!!!!

Generally speaking, it's normal for the life character to emit light, but it's still emitting light. In the past, there were demonic cultivators who condensed their life characters, half blood-colored and half emitting light.

But Wu Ping's life character can shine so brightly that it can blind others' eyes...

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