Paper Delicate Woman

Late at night, Ma Wu sat next to Li Banfeng, and Bagworm Moth Madam lay beside Ma Wu.

Despite Ma Wu's effusive praise of the beautiful Bagworm Moth Madam, Li Banfeng still felt the urge to flee.

"Brother, don't worry. This Bagworm Moth Madam is different from the one we met before. She's a gentle person."

As he spoke, Ma Wu gently touched Bagworm Moth Madam's body. Bagworm Moth Madam trembled and said in fear, "Young man, you can do whatever you want tomorrow, but I really can't take it anymore today."

Ma Wu glanced at Bagworm Moth Madam with slight dissatisfaction, and Bagworm Moth Madam said with a wronged expression, "I really can't take it anymore."

Li Banfeng looked at the moth and said, "If you can't hold on any longer, then leave."

Bagworm Moth Madam blushed and lowered her head, saying, "I don't want to leave."

Ma Wu's talent is truly unreasonable. This Bagworm Moth Madam could defeat a hundred Ma Wu, but because she couldn't bear to fight back, she just let Ma Wu bully her.

Ma Wu sighed and said, "It's not all about talent. In the end, it's all about fate. If it had been that Bagworm Moth Madam before, I would have lost my life long ago."

Hearing Ma Wu keep mentioning other people, the Bagworm Moth Madam became a little unhappy. "Young man, you keep bringing up that previous one. Is the one you're talking about named Linglong?"

Linglong?

Does Bagworm Moth Madam have a name?

Li Banfeng stared at the plump Bagworm Moth Madam for a moment.

The name Linglong doesn't even have anything to do with Bagworm Moth Madam!

"His name is Linglong?" Ma Wu asked with interest. "What's your name?"

Bagworm Moth Madam said shyly, "My name is Yanzi."

Her name is Yanzi...

Li Banfeng took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and imagined what the huge Yanzi would look like when it flew into the sky.

Ma Wu touched Bagworm Moth Madam's cheek. "Yanzi, this is our destined fate. You are destined to fly into my heart."

Li Banfeng shuddered.

How big of a heart does that take?

While engaging in flirtatious conversation, Ma Wu also probed for information. "You just mentioned Linglong, did you two know each other before?"

Yanzi was displeased. "Why did you bring her up again?"

"I was just asking out of curiosity."

"Of course I know her. We were from the same Daoist sect and even cultivated together. Linglong just moved here this year. I came here to find her, but I haven't been able to find her even after several days."

Of course you can't find her. She went to Portable Abode Shen Ju and will never come out again.

But Li Banfeng wasn't concerned about Linglong; he was concerned about the Daoist sect. "You still have a Daoist sect?"

"Yes," Yanzi replied earnestly, "We were originally Sufferance Cultivator."

Li Banfeng became even more curious. "You mean you and Linglong, or all the Bagworm Moth Madam?"

The Yanzi replied, "All the Bagworm Moth Madam undergo Sufferance Cultivator; only through Sufferance Cultivator can one become Bagworm Moth Madam."

Did Sufferance Cultivator turn her into Bagworm Moth Madam?

Li Banfeng discovered that Bagworm Moth Madam was not as simple as he had thought.

The Wife once said that Bagworm Moth Madam was a second type of Strange Monsters. Her body grew up in the new land, but her soul was not born in the new land. At first, Li Banfeng didn't quite understand, but now, after hearing Bagworm Moth Madam's story, he seemed to understand a little.

When the topic of Sufferance Cultivator came up, Ma Wu frowned. Sufferance Cultivator was the natural enemy of Joy Cultivator.

Bagworm Moth Madam quickly explained, "Young man, I know you don't like this door, and actually, I don't like it either."

Ma Wu asked, "If you don't like it, why did you choose Sufferance Cultivator?"

Bagworm Moth Madam remained silent for a long time, her originally tender face now clouded with gloom. "These things, I originally intended to never mention again."

Ma Wu pinched Bagworm Moth Madam's chubby cheek. "You can't even mention this to me?"

"Since Young Master Lang asked, how could I not tell? When I was young and naive, I met a heartless man. He gave me everything he could, and took everything he could, then abandoned me after using me up."

I've always felt that life is inherently suffering. After being persuaded by others, I mistakenly believed I'd seen through the illusions of the world and entered into a life of Sufferance Cultivator.

Those who become Sufferance Cultivator cannot have romantic relationships or express love. Even if they remarry, it will only be a matter of mutual compromise and making do with each other.

She suffered her whole life, cultivated herself her whole life, but there's no going back. If a woman who Sufferance Cultivator dies willingly, she crosses a bridge to be reincarnated; if she is unwilling, she goes to a new land.

In the new land, there is a type of moth that is born without a soul. A woman Sufferance Cultivator can possess it and continue her cultivation.

Ma Wu kissed Bagworm Moth Madam tenderly. "After becoming a moth, will you still suffer?"

Li Banfeng snorted and said, "He's gotten so fat, he must not have suffered much."

Yanzi blushed and said, "I've already died once, what else is there to be upset about? Why should I suffer again? Now that I'm a moth, I should enjoy myself to the fullest and do whatever I want."

Eat whatever you want, play as much as you want, find men as you like, and have children as much as you want.

Ma Wu exclaimed in admiration, "So straightforward! I love your straightforwardness!"

Li Banfeng said, "How about I find somewhere else to stay, and you guys can have some fun here?"

Ma Wu was very generous. "We're brothers, I'll be happy even if you're right here!"

Yanzi shook her head repeatedly and said, "It's really not possible today, young man. Let me rest for the night, and we'll come again tomorrow."

Night had fallen, Yanzi returned to the woods and went to sleep.

Li Banfeng said, "I'd like to go to Green Water City. Would you like to come back with me?"

Ma Wu shook his head and said, "I still want to cultivate in the new place for a while. Tomorrow I'll have Little Genzi go back to Blue Poplar Village and bring some people over to tidy up our Land Block so we'll at least have a place to stay."

"Are you sure you can manage here all by yourself?"

Ma Wu looked at the sleeping Yanzi in the distance, smiled, and said nothing.

Of course he can do it; he's even better than Li Banfeng.

This is his territory; as long as he sheds blood, the Local Earth God will protect him.

Even without shedding blood, the Yanzi will protect him.

As long as he doesn't leave the Land Block, Ma Wu's situation is safer than it is in the Ma family mansion.

Is it safe for Li Banfeng to go to Green Water City?

Although the conflict with the Lu Family has eased temporarily, Ma Wu is still a little worried. "If there's nothing urgent, it's best not to go to Green Water City for now. I have a feeling that the major Lineage are going to cause some trouble."

"I do have something important to do; I need to buy a painting."

"Buying paintings?" Ma Wu blinked. "What's so important about buying paintings?"

"It's very important. I've become obsessed with looking at paintings. If I don't look at paintings for a day, I can't even eat."

These words sounded familiar. Ma Wu remembered Li Banfeng buying a record player. Back then, no matter how much Ma Wu tried to persuade him, he couldn't stop Li Banfeng.

"Seventh Brother, some of your actions are really strange, I really can't figure them out."

Li Banfeng was both amused and exasperated. "You slept with Bagworm Moth Madam, and you think my behavior is strange?"

"Do you want to buy a painting by a famous artist, or a regular wall hanging?"

"When visiting Green Water City, one should naturally seek out paintings by renowned artists."

Actually, Li Banfeng wanted to learn to paint.

The Western Painting techniques that Zhong Bai taught him might take two or three years to master, Li Banfeng wanted to learn some quick painting skills.

"Famous paintings..." Ma Wu pondered for a moment, then thought of one. "There are many famous painters in Green Water City, but in my opinion, the most artistically evocative is Mr. Qiao Guangyuan, especially his landscape paintings..."

"No landscape paintings," Li Banfeng waved his hand and said, "I want someone who is good at painting people."

"Mr. Fu Taiyue is a master at painting people. He can bring people to life with just a few strokes, but his paintings are not cheap."

Upon hearing the word "three or five strokes, "Li Banfeng perked up!

He wanted that kind of painting skill, so that in a critical moment, he could create a powerful force with just a few strokes. Wouldn't that allow him to bring the fourth level of skill to its fullest potential?

"Where does this old gentleman live?"

Ma Wu gave Li Banfeng Fu Taiyue's address and advised, "Mr. Fu Taiyue is a bit aloof, and his paintings are not cheap. If you really want to buy his paintings, you will need to be more patient."

Great artists like these are bound to have some personality traits, and Li Banfeng doesn't mind that.

After spending one night in the new place, Li Banfeng sent Little Genzi back to Blue Poplar Village the next day and went to Green Water City alone.

Following Ma Wu's address, Li Banfeng found Mr. Fu Taiyue's residence.

After knocking for a while, a servant came out. "Are you here to ask for a painting?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I'm here to learn painting."

The servant looked Li Banfeng up and down, then said to him, "You wait here."

After waiting outside for more than half an hour, the door finally opened, and the servant led Li Banfeng into the foyer. After waiting for another half an hour, the servant led Li Banfeng into the main hall.

Despite waiting for so long, Li Banfeng didn't utter a single complaint.

To learn painting from a master, you must be able to withstand this test.

Mr. Fu Taiyue was painting. The servant gestured for Li Banfeng to be quiet. Li Banfeng carefully admired the paintings in the living room and then looked at the old man's unfinished work.

After looking around, Li Banfeng turned and left.

Fu Taiyue put down his paintbrush, sneered, and said, "Young man, you don't even have this much patience? You want to be my disciple?"

"It's not that I'm impatient, it's that I don't want to learn from you." Li Banfeng didn't complain; he was telling the truth.

Fu Taiyue was taken aback, and looked at Li Banfeng, saying, "I am not very talented, so please enlighten me."

Li Banfeng looked at a painting in the living room and said, "I don't understand your painting. Is it a person or a mountain?"

The old gentleman smiled and said, "What I painted is Mountain God. It resembles a mountain in form and a human in spirit. The essence of the Mountain God is contained in this painting."

Li Banfeng looked at it carefully and realized that what he said actually made some sense.

Its shape is that of a mountain, but the lines between the mountains and water outline a human face, which does have an elusive sense of majesty and power.

"That's good." Li Banfeng gave an approving look and then left.

The old gentleman's paintings are truly evocative; the entire room is filled with paintings that evoke a sense of atmosphere.

But this was useless to Li Banfeng. Drawing such an abstract thing was not suitable for helping Li Banfeng fight.

Seeing that Li Banfeng didn't turn around, the old man put down his paintbrush and chased after him, saying, "Young man, you just said it was good, but you haven't explained why it's good?"

"It's all good, but it's too advanced. I haven't reached that level yet. I'll study for a few more years and then ask the old master for guidance."

Fu Taiyue's expression was gloomy. His servant looked at Li Banfeng's back and sneered, "A person like you should go study painting in Painting Workshop Street. That place suits your status."

Li Banfeng turned around and asked, "Where is Painting Workshop Street? I'll go take a look."

He was sincerely asking for advice, but his words angered Fu Taiyue. His veins throbbed, and the Mountain God hanging in the living room seemed to come alive, glaring at Li Banfeng.

It wasn't just a feeling, it really came back to life.

Li Banfeng sensed danger and quickly left the residence.

Is this guy a House Cultivator?

I didn't see him drip blood onto the painting just now.

Or perhaps some other Daoist sect?

Judging from his appearance, his cultivation level is quite high.

Li Banfeng arrived at Painting Workshop Street, where there are many shops selling paintings and many stalls selling paintings.

Li Banfeng walked past several stalls and took a liking to a Beauty Picture.

This is a traditional Chinese painting. The lines are relatively simple, but the painting is very lifelike. In particular, the beauty is very pretty. She is wearing a cheongsam, has long wavy hair that reaches her shoulders, big eyes, thin eyebrows, full lips, and a mole above the left corner of her mouth, which looks very alluring.

This perfectly suits Li Banfeng's needs.

The stall owner quickly stepped forward to drum up business. "Sir, you've taken a fancy to this Beauty Picture? You have excellent taste! I've sold over a dozen since I opened today. If you'd come any later, they would have been sold out!"

This painting usually sells for sixty, but you've come at the right time. I have to close up shop now, so let's make it fifty-five. Is that a good price for you?

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I'm not here to buy paintings."

Upon hearing this, the stall owner became less enthusiastic. "I sell paintings here. If you're not buying any, you can look around elsewhere."

Li Banfeng said, "I want to learn to paint from you."

The stall owner was taken aback. "Learn to paint with me? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not joking, name your price."

The stall owner was in a dilemma. "How can I dare to set a price? I can't draw."

"No? Then who painted this picture?"

"I don't know who drew it. Can't you really tell? It's a print!"

"Printed?" Li Banfeng stared at the painting for a long time. It still smelled of ink, but he couldn't see the texture of a printed product.

The stall owner was a fairly honest person. "As I just told you, I've sold over a dozen copies already. How could I possibly paint over a dozen of the same picture?"

Printed... it might not be bad either.

Li Banfeng looked at the stall owner and asked, "Can you teach me how to print?"

The stall owner sized Li Banfeng up and down. "Sir, are you here to cause trouble?"

"I came here genuinely to learn the craft."

The stall owner shook his head. "This is a skill for making a living, I don't teach it."

Li Banfeng pulled out a wad of banknotes and said, "I'll pay."

Rubbing is indeed a craft.

There are techniques involved in applying ink, laying out paper, and unveiling the painting.

But this craft is much easier than painting.

Li Banfeng spent 20,000 yuan to learn from the stall owner for two days, mastering about 50-60% of the rubbing technique.

The stall owner gave Li Banfeng more than a dozen drawing boards (templates). Li Banfeng bought a ream of white paper and two large bottles of ink, took them back to Portable Abode, and began printing.

Seeing Li Banfeng so busy, Zhong Bai asked with some concern, "Master, are you taking a shortcut? Will this work?"

Li Banfeng was focused on printing and ignored the pendulum.

The pendulum looked at the record player. "Madam..."

Sizzle~

The record player scoffed, "If you don't learn the right path and only dabble in these shady ways, you'll definitely waste your energy."

That's what they say, but the record player doesn't know if this method will even work.

Although the painting was printed, it was printed by Li Banfeng himself.

Ten minutes later, a print was finished.

Li Banfeng cut his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood onto the painting.

He concentrated his mind and waited a moment. The paper brush made a rustling sound, and a three-foot-tall beauty slowly walked out of the painting!

Li Banfeng was overjoyed, while Zhong Bian was quite surprised.

"Pour me a cup of tea," Li Banfeng ordered. The beautiful woman immediately went and put some tea leaves into the cup, then added some water.

They really know how to pour tea!

Although she poured cold water, her wisdom far surpassed that of the "one-foot girl" Li Banfeng had created before.

Li Banfeng sipped his tea while directing the beautiful woman to do her work.

Sweeping and dusting are things even a beautiful woman can do.

With such excellent comprehension, fighting a war would definitely not be a problem for him!

Just as Li Banfeng was overjoyed, he suddenly heard a crash, and the three-foot-tall beauty fell apart, turning into scraps of paper on the ground.

The record player sighed, "Hey, my dear husband, you've put in so much effort, but this beautiful woman can only last for a short while."

The lifespan of a paper figure is also related to the amount of blood and sweat poured into it.

Li Banfeng glanced at his Pocket Watch; it seemed the beautiful woman had only lasted less than five minutes.

The record player cautioned, "This isn't even a full-blown battle yet; otherwise, it would have shattered even faster, probably not even lasting a minute."

One minute.

Is that enough?

It depends on how you use it.

PS: Actually, one minute isn't too short.