Golden Bell Shield Body-Tempering Martial Arts

Master Yidai studied it for a long while, his eyes utterly entranced. He turned his head, stared at Tang Xiong in astonishment, and asked, "There is actually such a wondrous brushstroke in this world. I, Yu Dai, once fancied myself knowledgeable about painting, but today I see that I was nothing but a blind man. Whose hand created this painting? Yu Dai would willingly be a dog at his gate."

Tang Xiong was momentarily stunned upon hearing Yu Dai's words.

Seeing Yu Dai's expression, he knew that Duan Rong's Portrait of a Lady had greatly pleased him. Yet Yu Dai's praise had reached such heights that it still deeply shocked him.

Tang Xiong's eyes shifted slightly as he secretly thought, Could my lord truly possess such skill?!

The art of calligraphy and painting was, when all was said and done, merely a minor path. Yet reaching a realm where one's work became divine and transcendent was no easy feat.

"Brother Tang Xiong, I'm asking you a question?" Yu Dai, still lost in a daze, continued, "Where did this painting come from, and whose hand painted it?"

Tang Xiong smiled. "I happened to acquire this painting by chance. I knew Master Yidai was fond of collecting Portraits of Ladies. That day, while wandering through the antiques market in Xidu Prefecture, I saw this one. Though it bore neither signature nor seal, even with Tang's crude eye, I thought it was painted rather well. So I brought it back for you, sir, to take a look at."

"Rather well?!" Yu Dai said. "With this painting here, all the ones I collected have become rubbish."

Tang Xiong was stunned again. He could not help looking at the Portrait of a Lady himself, muttering inwardly, Is this thing really that good?

Yu Dai said,