The Art of Brush Cultivation

The art of the brush is not confined to the brush;

A hand can be a brush, swords can be brushes, all things can be brushes.

The Way of the Brush lies in writing: it can write and paint;

Words are the bones, paintings the spirit, and both lead to the Great Dao.

Advance to attack, retreat to defend.

The heart of the Dao is the brush, intent the ink, and heaven and earth the canvas;

Laughing as I look upon heaven and earth, I write of the fortunes and regrets of all the worlds, and admire the splendor of ten thousand ages.

Chang Ran is nothing if not persistent. Once she sets her mind on something, no one can change it but herself.

The Great Dao is far more than three thousand paths. So what if she enters the Dao through the brush!

My path is lonely, so I call myself Solitary Walker, to spur myself on.

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This story is just an idea, and updates will be irregular, but I won't abandon it. After all, who doesn't dream? o(╯□╰)o This is my dream, and I want to make it perfect, so whenever I have an idea, I'll write it down. O(∩_∩)O

Of course, as a beginner, I may not do a very good job, but that's okay. If you're interested, please bookmark and comment. You might even inspire me to write more! ╮(╯▽╰)╭