Qin Yi is indeed a painting student. However, he is a type that he doesn’t love his major. After traveling for so long, he sketched a long view of Xianji Mountain in the first month and hung it on the wall to decorate it. After that, he never painted painting again. His professional qualities were used to draw talismans. I don’t know if his teacher would be angry when he saw it...

I guess I was not angry about anything, just like countless people who found a job that was not in line with their majors. I didn’t know what I had learned in four years of college. At least he used to draw talismans...

So at this moment he still felt a little close to this young master of Jing, and at least he was a "traveler".

Moreover, he also sensed some spiritual energy in the young master of Jing.

It’s not true practice, it’s a bit like you’re about to find a way but you can’t get in. What you lack is just a master’s advice. Qin Yi originally wanted to talk a few words. If he likes him, he would be a legend of pretending to be “an immortal touching me”, right?

As a result, Qin Yi's enthusiasm was in dismay.

Young Master Jing ignored him and finished eating the steamed buns on his own. He quickly left slowly amid the ridicule of everyone.

The waiter came over to serve the dishes and said with a smile: "The guest official is kind, but the young master of Jing is very arrogant and will not be favored easily."

"What is the favor for a meal?"

"It's also a kind of grace for a meal."

"Um..." Qin Yi asked, "What's the situation with this young master? Judging from his good temperament, he can't sell his paintings?"

"This young master of Jing is called Jingze. His family was originally a famous person here. His parents are famous calligraphers and painters, and they are constantly visiting. They are very famous." The waiter said: "This young man himself became famous as a child. He is good at calligraphy and painting, and is known as a child prodigy. But after returning from a study tour a few years ago, I don't know what kind of kiln sister I slept on, but when I came back, I didn't make any progress in the things you painted when you were young. What you painted when you became an adult is similar to your childhood. Who bought your paintings?"

Qin Yi was stunned: "The standard start of genius turning into waste is this..."

"What did you say, sir?"

"Oh, nothing, you keep going."

"When his parents passed away, his paintings could not be sold and he had no other livelihood, so his family naturally declined. He refused to sell half of his belongings in his family and had to make a living by selling paintings himself, so he could only eat steamed buns."

Qin Yi nodded: "He is a kind person, very good."

I thought to myself that no wonder this young master of Jing felt a little hesitant about the path to practicing Taoism. If this experience can maintain a mentality, it would be considered a Tao to some extent.

The waiter looked a little weird, and he wanted to speak but stopped. He thought this was stupid, and it was a shamelessness? It was because the city lord had an old age with the Jing family, and he still took care of it. Others dared not do anything randomly. Otherwise, there would be no one to protect his home, and if you don’t sell those famous paintings and antiques, wouldn’t it be fine sooner or later?

Qin Yi just asked casually when encountering something. He didn't really want to care about Mr. Jing's affairs, and it was even more impossible to argue with the waiter.

After dinner, I stayed in the inn that night and had a short rest.

These days, I have traveled thousands of miles, and I have passed through several Nanli borders. Even though I have practiced well, I am still very tired. I plan to visit Hongfa Temple tomorrow to see if I can find a true practitioner, and use elixirs, spirit stones, etc. for magic weapons...

It's late at night and the lights are everywhere.

Qin Yi stood in front of the window of the inn and looked at the Buddha light in the Hongfa Temple in the distance.

I felt a little disappointed.

According to Xiaoer, the so-called "Buddha Light" is a relic of a monk, which contains infinite Buddhist teachings, so there is a Buddha light shining everywhere at night. However, under Qin Yi's observation, it was just a relic sealed with the art of light. It had no magic power to speak of, so he used the glow to coax people.

From this point of view, the "eminent monks" inside are either cheating or only having a little low-end practice, most of whom are worse than Donghuazi.

Liusu smiled and said, "It's not uncommon. Most of the Buddhist Taoism in the world are cheating and cheating. How many true practitioners are there in the world? If you go to a town, there will be problems in the Taoist temple. When you go to a city, there will be problems in the Buddhist temple. Then isn't it called "Immortals everywhere, but broom stars?"

Qin Yi thought about it, that was Conan, and he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

"What a pity, I hope they have a problem. I want magic weapons now."

"Just go and have a look tomorrow. Even if you are not a true practitioner, there are always some useful treasures in this kind of magnificent place to plunder people's wealth. We can steal it to make do with sacrifices and refining."

"Stop talking nonsense." Qin Yi turned around and sat back on the bed with anger: "I will be seduced by you sooner or later to become a devil."

Liusu sneered: "Don't smell so good again then."

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Qin Yi sat cross-legged and recovered for a night. The next day, he went to Hongfa Temple with a refreshing spirit.

The mountain temple is blooming, and there is a large square in front of the temple, with tourists everywhere. However, it is because the peach blossoms on both sides are in full bloom, and the vast sea of ​​flowers is beautiful. Many big girls and wives are shuttled through the sea of ​​flowers, with peach blossoms facing each other, and laughter lingering in the middle of the spring.

Qin Yi was surprised while admiring the beautiful scenery: "It's less than March, and the peach blossoms here are blooming so early."

Liusu didn't answer, quietly looking at the colorful sea of ​​flowers, very silent.

I don't know what I remembered.

Qin Yi's eyes were attracted by the stall next to the square.

There are small stalls selling incense, fruit, etc. There are also painting stalls that paint portraits of tourists who go out, just like taking photos of modern scenic spots.

The young master Jingze whom I saw yesterday sat on the side to draw.

There was not only him in the painting stall, most of them were surrounded by people, only in front of him, and there were very few guests.

Is it very badly drawn? Qin Yi approached with curiosity and took a look.

After reading it, I was quite surprised. This is a very good painting...

Qin Yi didn't know what the development of painting in this world was, but it was obvious that he might be stronger than his own world, because this is a world with extremely rich spiritual energy. People's "spiritual spirit" is affected by this, and no matter how they paint the body and convey the spirit, it will be different.

Jing Ze's paintings have given Qin Yi a little bit of Gu Kaizhi's feelings. The brushwork is thick, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, flowing water flowing on the ground. The people's clothes in the painting are all very fine, and the only flaw is...the eyes are unsightly.

But this is already the level that people have reached when they were young, and this is simply a god.

Turning around and looking at someone else's drawing stall, Qin Yi frowned.

How to say, most of them are not necessarily better than Jingze’s paintings, and some are even worse, but others are more willing to paint for them. The reason is actually very simple. Most people don’t know how to know professionalism, but just follow the crowd and listen to their reputation. I heard that Jingze’s paintings have not improved as much as they were when they were young. Who would like to paint a portrait of a painter who is as good as a child?

After Kyoze finished painting the male guest in front of him, the stall was soon empty.

He sighed, without stopping, and pulled over the new scroll directly, staring at the woman passing by, and began to portray the portrait.

The woman seemed to be conscious and looked at her with glaring eyes.

Jingze smiled apologized: "I don't want money."

The woman pursed her lips, said nothing, and turned around and took the maid away. Their whispers came vaguely: "How come this young master in Jing has become so vulgar, secretly drawing someone..."

Jingze had no expression and still slowly finished the painting just now.

The light in front of me suddenly dimmed.

Jingze raised his head, but the man in blue-shirt who invited him to dinner yesterday stood in front of him, looking at him with a smile: "How about drawing a picture for me?"

"Okay." Kyoze put away the picture of the woman he had secretly painted before and pulled a new piece of paper: "A piece of three."

"Sanwen?" Qin Yi shook his head: "You are indeed worth three-month when painting men. But when you paint a woman, you suddenly have a soul in the painting. You can't even get one for 30,000 liters, but you are free?"

Jingze suddenly looked up and narrowed his eyes.

Qin Yi stared at him for a while, and suddenly said, "I want you to draw the kind that contains soul, and I will give you three hundred taels of silver."

Jingze lowered his head, as if he was choosing a brush, and said slowly, "Okay, please wear women's clothes for the guest."

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Chapter completed!