In the guest room, aside from those books and Buddhist scriptures, Lu Chuan also saw some treasured works of calligraphy and landscape paintings.
"This..."
Emperor Lu held up a painting, his face full of astonishment. "Don't tell me these are all the Black Bear Monster's works."
These calligraphy pieces and paintings—there was really no denying it—showed profound attainment and skill. The style of the calligraphy was calm and natural, its brushwork graceful and restrained, vigorous, beautiful, strong, and elegant, while the paintings also concealed a very deep artistic conception.
Though he, Emperor Lu, was a sage of the Human Race and had left behind some works in the mortal world, to tell the truth, when it came to calligraphy and painting, Emperor Lu truly had not studied them much.
What he was skilled in was military strategy and tactics, medicine, divination, astrology, and physiognomy.
Even so, he still had an eye for quality. He could tell that, whether in calligraphy or in painting, these works could all be called top-tier masters among the Human Race of the present age.
When he looked at the signature, the four words "Black Wind King" utterly shattered the hope in Emperor Lu's heart. Even if he did not want to admit these were the Black Bear Monster's works, he had no choice.
"Are demons nowadays all this negligent of their proper work?"
Emperor Lu muttered in puzzlement. He truly had not expected to run into such an oddity this time.
The demons he had encountered in the past could roughly be divided into two major categories.
One kind harbored goodwill, chose to withdraw into deep mountains, devoted themselves to cultivation, and pursued the true fruit. The other kind were evil sorts, committing wicked deeds in the world and harming the common people.
The so-called