250: Poetry and painting, the surprise of water and moon

Chapter 250: Poetry and Painting, Shui Yue's Surprise

"Cooperate?"

"How should I cooperate?"

Shui Yue frowned slightly, her eyes full of suspicion.

But looking at Su Han's confident appearance, a hint of anticipation and curiosity couldn't help but rise in her heart.

Upon hearing this, Su Han subconsciously thought of his most skilled 'artistic' way of painting the human body, but since Shui Yue was still angry, cooperation was simply impossible.

"The time is not yet ripe..."

Thinking, Su Han pointed towards the window not far away.

"Master, you just need to sit by this window and maintain your most natural posture as usual."

"Even doing nothing, you are the most beautiful."

"Hmph, flattering Shifu (Master) again."

Shui Yue let out a light snort, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly. It wasn't hard to see that she was quite pleased.

She then got up, walked to the window, and sat down as instructed.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze looking towards the bright moon outside the window. The evening breeze gently brushed past, a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind, adding a touch of gentleness and ethereal beauty.

At this moment, Su Han took out Xuan paper from his ring and picked up a brush.

His gaze fell upon Shui Yue, his eyes full of concentration, as if he wanted to engrave her every charm deep into his heart.

After just watching for a while, Su Han still didn't start painting.

He shook his head and couldn't help but murmur, "Not right..."

"I always feel like something is still missing..."

Shui Yue was originally immersed in the tranquil atmosphere. Hearing this, she couldn't help but show a look of confusion, her beautiful eyes turning to look at Su Han.

"What's not right?"

Su Han didn't speak, but walked forward.

Looking at Shui Yue, he thought for a moment, then raised his hand and gently pulled down Shui Yue's clothes a little.

In an instant, the cool and aloof Revered Master Shui Yue, paired with this revealing yet not fully revealing attire, perfectly combined coolness and allure, like a naturally formed, stunning painting.

A flicker of amazement flashed in Su Han's eyes, and only then did he nod with satisfaction.

"This is right!"

Shui Yue lightly scoffed and looked at Su Han, "This feels right?"

Su Han quickly nodded, his tone certain, "Naturally, Master is simply perfect like this."

Shui Yue lightly spat again, but didn't refuse.

After all, given her relationship with Su Han, what appearance of hers hadn't Su Han seen?

In fact, Su Han was more familiar with her body than she was herself.

It was just that she was still half-believing, half-doubting, "If you don't paint well later, see how Shifu (Master) will laugh at you."

Su Han smiled confidently, "Impossible, Master can rest assured."

Saying this, he returned to the table, took a deep breath, his eyes becoming sharp and focused. The brush in his hand moved like a nimble dragon, gliding across the Xuan paper, outlining delicate lines one by one.

(PS: The character is not Shui Yue's actual appearance, just a general feeling)

In this life, Su Han naturally didn't have time to learn painting. After all, in this Xianxia world, not cultivating but learning to paint was simply a waste of time.

And ever since Su Han ascended the mountain, he had always stayed at Xiao Zhu Peak. One could say that Shui Yue watched him grow up.

Therefore, Shui Yue naturally didn't believe that Su Han knew how to paint.

However, his previous life was different.

As an art student in his previous life, Su Han had a very strong foundation in painting.

As for what he studied?

"Human body... *cough cough*~"

Su Han shook his head, no longer thinking about it.

Lowering his head, he painted while recalling some painting techniques he learned in his previous life in his mind. The handling of light and shadow, the density of lines, every detail was within his control.

Across from him, although Shui Yue had doubts about Su Han knowing how to paint.

But seeing Su Han's focused and serious appearance, it really didn't seem fake, so she didn't interrupt.

As time passed, the portrait on the Xuan paper became increasingly clear.

Su Han depicted Shui Yue's exquisite profile, portraying the tranquility and depth that flowed from her eyes as she looked at the clouds outside the window with great detail.

The strands of hair fluttering in the wind seemed to have come alive under Su Han's brush, each strand distinct, as if truly gently swaying in the breeze.

It seemed to be due to being a cultivator, with improved control over his body and the enhancement of his spiritual sense.

Su Han found that his painting skills had not only not become rusty from not painting for years, but had actually improved to a higher level.

Until Su Han finally completed the last stroke, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Phew... perfect!"

Looking at the person in the painting before him, Su Han's face showed a satisfied expression.

"Is it finished?"

Shui Yue heard Su Han's words and asked curiously.

"Not yet, just a little bit more... Master, please wait a moment."

Saying this, Su Han shook his head.

After a moment of thought, he wielded his brush and inscribed a poem in the blank space of the scroll.

Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face; the spring breeze brushes the threshold, and the dew is thick with beauty.

If not seen atop the Jade Mountain, we would meet under the moon on the Jade Terrace.

"Mm, now it's truly perfect."

Saying this, Su Han put down his brush and held the scroll before Shui Yue, "Master, please take a look. Are you satisfied with this painting by your Disciple?"

Shui Yue took the scroll curiously.

But as soon as her gaze touched the painting, she could no longer look away.

She saw herself in the painting, her brows and eyes filled with familiar coolness and gentleness. The expression of looking towards the bright moon outside the window seemed to vividly display her state of mind at this very moment.

Every strand of hair fluttering in the wind seemed to carry the gentleness of the evening breeze;

The revealing yet not fully revealing attire, far from being vulgar in the slightest, instead perfectly blended coolness and allure, making the entire figure leap off the paper, like an immortal descending to the mortal world.

Her eyes widened slightly, filled with disbelief and surprise.

"Su Han, this... is this really painted by you?"

Shui Yue's voice trembled slightly, revealing irrepressible excitement.

Without waiting for Su Han to reply, she eagerly looked at the poem inscribed on the scroll.

When she read out the lines, "Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face; the spring breeze brushes the threshold, and the dew is thick with beauty. If not seen atop the Jade Mountain, we would meet under the Jade Terrace under the moon."

Her eyes became even brighter, a radiance born of being deeply moved.

After a long while.

"Su Han, Shifu (Master) truly underestimated you."

Shui Yue raised her eyes, which were full of praise and relief, "This painting, whether it's the technique or the inscribed poem, is simply exquisite. It truly amazes Shifu (Master)."

"I didn't expect you to have such skill."

She gently caressed the scroll, as if afraid of disturbing the person in the painting, her tone full of admiration and joy.

Especially this poem.

Although Shui Yue wasn't a literary expert, she had lived for hundreds of years.

Besides cultivating on a daily basis, she would also read some mortal poetry and books.

Under the influence of what she saw and heard, she naturally had some understanding of poetry.

She found that this poem was even better than those so-called great Masters in the mortal world.

Su Han looked at Shui Yue and smiled, "Master is too kind. Your Disciple only knows a little. It is your Disciple's greatest honor to satisfy Master."

Shui Yue rolled her eyes at him and chided, "Still being modest? With your level, if you only know a little, then there aren't many people in this world who understand painting."

Saying that, she carefully examined the scroll again, the smile on her lips never stopping.

Seeing this, Su Han took the initiative to step forward and hug Shui Yue, "Then, Master, are you not angry with me anymore?"

Shui Yue looked at Su Han, and then looked at the scroll in her hand.

"Seeing how well you've behaved, Shifu (Master) will reluctantly forgive you."

Seeing this, Su Han decided to strike while the iron was hot, "Master, your Disciple also knows a more astonishing 'artistic' way of painting. I wonder if Master would like to try it?"