Although Shengtu Hao had never been to Miss Xingwen's boudoir, he had visited the young girl's private library. It was as large as Xingwen Cha's library; after all, merely hanging all kinds of calligraphy and paintings already took up a considerable amount of space.
With Shengtu Hao leading the way, I soon entered the library. Sure enough, even though I had been mentally prepared, I was still stunned by the young girl's paintings. The first painting was displayed within a jade screen. Its vivid mountains, rivers, and white clouds seemed to live inside the jade tablet, changing every time one viewed it according to one's state of mind.
Her flowing brushwork and ink-saturated strokes were worthy of being called the work of a saintly hand. Compared with Xingwen Cha's paintings, they had long since surpassed them.
After passing through the jade screen, even more paintings came into view. Anyone would unconsciously stop and gaze at them for a long while, as though they had been transported into the paintings themselves, enjoying the misty drifting among the clouds and the wandering across the sea.
However, since everything before my eyes consisted of paintings, and the written words could only be seen within those paintings, I could not help looking toward the entranced Shengtu Hao. "Miss Xingwen has many paintings, but her calligraphy has actually reached the pinnacle of an ordinary immortal's attainments. Why is there so little of it?"
"Heh heh, City Lord, she has actually long since become a saint of both calligraphy and painting. However, because she was unwilling to surpass her father in calligraphy, whenever she put brush to paper and signed her name, she would usually restrain her edge, doing her best to record facts rather than express artistic conception. Of course, I reached this conclusion because