The Sage of Painting

A painting that cannot become real is just ink; a person who cannot become a sage is an empty shell. Break the curse that has bound countless generations, then paint the sun, moon, stars, and all creation anew.

With a brush as his blade, he wields every shade and stroke to perfection, striking not only the body but the heart. The world is his canvas, and through the small he reveals the great, reflecting good and evil as he sweeps the world clean. A wolf-hair brush, an inkstone: he talks and laughs as he sweeps ink across the page. With righteousness in his heart and a sense of duty on his shoulders, he brings his heroic spirit to life with every stroke! He punishes evil and upholds justice amid the clash of blades, faces the dangers of the martial world’s deceit and intrigue, and as the breeze rises and the ink painting dances, the jianghu is transformed...