If You Fail to Copy Poetry, You Can Only Go to the Pinnacle of Painting.

My name is Ji Changfeng, a time traveler. So I took out all my Chinese poetry knowledge and prepared to become a blockbuster. Then I discovered that a person named Wei Baisi had "published" even the original copy of Cao Zhi that I kept at the bottom of my box. Something is wrong with this world. What's even more wrong is that the picture of a galloping horse I scribbled on it has its mane moving automatically without any wind, and will burst out of the paper in the next second. My paintings come alive.