What a Fine Name, Miss!

"I possess Four Arts, which I share with you. (Watermark GG Test)"

Jiang Lin landed on the river surface and spoke.

In truth, Jiang Lin really didn't want to go to unnecessary trouble; a poem was enough. Wasn't that enough to Manifestation of Sainthood in front of others?

But there's no way around it; I have to master Four Arts, otherwise I won't get enough points.

I don't have enough points, how can I choose an opponent during the Sect Martial Arts Competition...?

Moreover, no maids emerged from the pleasure boat in the middle of the river, which meant that he could not complete the task.

"Next, I'll dedicate a song called ' Eliminate Sorrows ' to you all."

All the people saw was Jiang Lin taking out a high stool from his Storage Bag on the river, and then taking out a strange musical instrument.

The instrument has strange curves, somewhat like a pipa, but not quite...

Actually, Jiang Lin Jiang Lin didn't want to play the guitar. He would much rather play the Erhu, but Jiang Lin couldn't play it...

When you step into this place of joy

Carry all your dreams and aspirations

Various faces and various makeup

Nobody remembers what you look like.

One cup to the rising sun, one cup to the moonlight

Awakening my longing, the gentle warmth of the cold window.

The sound of an unknown instrument, a melody never heard before, and the melodious singing voice, with its slightly weathered tone, seemed to be telling the story of the Flower-Picking Thief's lonely and desolate nights.

That loneliness, that coldness, that cruel reality—the way I drank myself into a stupor that tugged at my heartstrings.

"It turns out I misunderstood Young Master Jiang. Young Master Jiang didn't just want to pick flowers; he was truly lonely and isolated."

On the riverbank, many women quietly shed tears, wishing they could rush over and embrace Jiang Lin, telling him to come to their room tonight, and they would comfort him.

After the song ended, most of the Le Family Cultivator shook their heads emotionally and wiped away tears from the corners of their eyes.

Young Master Jiang not only created his own musical instrument, but also composed his own melody and lyrics.

It sings about people, but more importantly, it sings about the heart.

This is the person in the song.

The High-Grade Spirit Stone I lost doesn't seem like such a bad deal after all... I even lost it with some dignity...

After this piece of music, maids emerged from more than a dozen other pleasure boats filled with beautiful music.

Jiang Lin didn't stop either, and directly copied a piece of Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection" and displayed it in the air.

Although Jiang Lin was not skilled in calligraphy, he was still a cultivator, so this kind of copying was not a problem for him.

A single piece of Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection, elicits immediate praise from experts, while laypeople simply marvel at its impressive quality...

As soon as the calligraphy was displayed, all the maids from all the other flower boats except the one in the middle of the river came out.

This has never been recorded before since the Literary Gathering of the Lantern Festival began.

Jiang Lin was genuinely blushing.

Will I be struck by lightning for copying the works of my predecessors from a past life...?

So in the end, to leave himself some room for maneuver, Jiang Lin changed his original plan to paint a "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" painting to a free-form approach.

Based on his impression of the woman in the river, Jiang Lin painted a portrait with a distinctly Two-Dimensional World feel.

The woman in the painting leans against the railing, the river surface shimmering. The woman, who is on a very high mountain, looks into the distance, holding a jade flute in her hand.

No one had ever seen such a strange art style before; it was too illusory and idealistic, yet it was instantly recognizable as the woman from the river (perhaps because the mountain peaks were too high).

This is not random scribbling, nor is it a sudden whim; rather, it is an established Painting Dao with its own rules and rigorous theories.

This made some of the painters very eager to learn. If they hadn't gone over there now and been easily mistaken for colluding with Flower-Picking Thief, and hadn't already lost face by betting against him, they would have been eager to go up and ask him for advice.

Thinking about this, many cultivators regretted their decision to gamble with this Young Master Jiang. Now, not only had they lost money, but they also found it difficult to learn from him...

This painting is a gift for the young lady.

After collecting the ink and drying it with his Spiritual Power, Jiang Lin lightly waved his sleeve, sending the scroll towards the flower boat in the middle of the river.

The maidservant on the River Heart Flower Boat finally stepped out, holding Jiang Lin's painting in her arms, and bowed slightly. "Miss, please help the young master onto the boat."

"Hiss~~~"

Almost simultaneously, all the men on the shore gasped, their gazes fixed on Jiang Lin with intense fervor, wishing they could kick him off the Jiang Lin and take his place!

I want to go hiking too!

After all, the scenery on the mountain is so beautiful!

For a moment, even though everyone subconsciously knew that it was Jiang Lin's talent that had won over the woman, they were still very unhappy! They even wanted to burn Jiang Lin to the ground.

Feeling the gazes of the men around him, Jiang Lin didn't seem to mind. After all, lemons grow under lemon trees, and with him and me around, it's normal to feel sour.

However, Jiang Lin sensed an extremely intense and dangerous aura in those gazes.

Those glances weren't sour; they were more like a threat. "If you're so capable, then get on her pleasure boat! You've got guts now? Go ahead and try..."

Seriously! If it weren't for the system mission, I would never have boarded the ship! Absolutely not! It's definitely not because the mountain was too high or too big!

However, as long as I don't do anything, I can always have my senior sister search my Divine Sense; I can always explain it away.

And so, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jiang Lin boarded the flower boat.

To everyone else, Jiang Lin seemed incredibly carefree, and the fact that he could climb a mountain to the point of exhaustion tonight was truly enviable.

But in Jiang Lin's heart, there was a feeling of being watched by his wife as he went to tutoring...

He looks just like Hong Shixian?

"Senior sister! Calm down! Huh? Senior sister? Senior sister!!!"

As the pleasure boat receded into the distance, the junior sisters of the Dragon Gate Sect sensed something was wrong and tried to hug their senior sister again! But they found that their senior sister had already disappeared!

"Oh no! Protect Junior Brother Jiang!"

With a loud shout, Qin Xiao led his fellow disciples to push through the crowd!

I also want to ask my junior how his hike was tonight...

"Little Jia! Don't be impulsive!"

"Little Jia! You must trust Young Master Jiang; he won't be bewitched by that mountain!"

"Little Jia!"

On the riverbank, girls were also running away.

Meanwhile, the "junior sister," surrounded by four "senior sisters," looked at the flower boat that was sailing further and further away, her eyes darting around. "What is that Wu Die trying to do?"

As Jiang Lin stepped onto the boat, the woman appeared before him and bowed respectfully; she was truly graceful and charming.

Jiang Lin rubbed his nose, cupped his hands in a respectful greeting, and said, "Greetings, young lady."

Looking at Jiang Lin, she smiled gently, "Just call me Hua Die."

"What a lovely name for the girl!"

Jiang Lin averted his gaze, which had been so unhelpful, and in his mind, he was insanely furious!

However, the pale pink and red decor inside the boat and the lingering fragrance kept stimulating Jiang Lin's rationality.

The sandalwood incense didn't have a bewitching effect; it was only because of the woman's presence that everyone's minds and souls became hazy.

Jiang Lin was a little worried, worried that he wouldn't be able to survive an hour on this ship...

"Young Master."

"Um?"

Just as Jiang Lin was trying to distract himself, he felt something soft in front of him.

"Would you like to have dinner first, young master, or... what about me...?"