Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

"Teacher, there's a guest looking for you."


The beautiful young woman called back into the room.


The layout of Qin Bingji's house was different from Shu Guan's. Behind the entrance was a narrow foyer with a shoe rack, and next to it was a staircase leading to the second floor. Beyond the foyer was a spacious living room.


Shu Guan could see a group of young men and women sitting in the living room, chatting and laughing loudly.


In the center of the sofa sat an old man with a long, white beard.


The old man was in his early seventies, wearing a Da Hua-style short robe, tall and sturdy, with a ruddy complexion and a youthful vigor not inferior to the young people around him.


Upon hearing the beautiful woman's call, the old man glanced outside through the foyer and then got up with a hearty laugh.


"So it's Xingyun! Come in, come in and sit down."


This old man was Qin Bingji, a renowned calligrapher and painter in Da Hua.


Chapter 15: Sketching (Part 2)