The guest house is just behind the main house, quiet and secluded.

Qing Cha took Qin Yi to the door and ran away with her feet, saying that the painting had not been completed yet, that was her homework.

Qin Yi didn't care about the little girl, and stood quietly behind the house and looked at the scenery.

A few camellia bloomed lightly beside the house, and the spring was flowing under the flowers and trees. The water was clear and soft. Occasionally, petals fell down and flowed with the water, and I don’t know where to float.

Looking up, the sky is dim and the distant mountains are vaguely difficult to distinguish among the bright clouds and clouds. The vast mountains are invisible, vast and distant. There are cranes singing in the nine high places, and the sounds are heard in the sky.

"This scene can be painted." Qin Yi exclaimed in a low voice: "If I were really a painter, I would really want to live here forever and not leave."

Liusu said: "When you were in Xianji Village, you still had the heart to watch the insects hibernate at night, and the beauty of the stars. After you came out of the mountain, you became more and more busy and lost these things."

"Well, I'm actually a little bit teenager, okay?"

"Everyone is each other." Liusu said lightly: "What is the 'Tao'? The Tao follows nature. If even the beauty of nature passes by in a hurry and doesn't know how to appreciate it, what is the Tao? But the power is stacked and the true meaning is missed. Therefore, the way of calligraphy and painting is meaningful, and you can refer to it more."

"Dao follows nature...even such a magic wand like you say..."

"At the earliest times, there was actually no distinction between righteousness and demons in Taoism. The one who is close to Yuanchu is Yuanchu. The so-called righteousness and demons are only on both sides of Yin and Yang. If the view of the Supreme One is not biased." Liusu said: "The same is true for monsters. What is a monster? The crane soars are not a monster, and the little girl in Qingcha is just transformed from a tender tip of a tea leaf, and she is not a monster. The night-winged snake is fierce and the sky fire is rising, so it is a monster... It is hard to say it."

"Uh, the preparation issue?"

"Ha..." Liusu didn't say much and said, "You have nothing to say about me, a guy with tens of thousands of years of cognitive gap. It is true that you have time to discuss this kind of thing with Minghe in the future."

Qin Yi nodded and looked at the scenery for another time. He turned around and entered the room until the sun set completely and the mountains were as beautiful as ink.

With a casual shot, a spark fell accurately on the lampstand on the table, and the oil lamp ignited gently.

This place is not a pearl or magic illumination, but a light. The real hermit in the mountains lives among the clouds and mountains and returns to nature.

"Overall, this Wandao Immortal Palace is not a demon heretic, it's just a different concept." Qin Yi finally said: "If you look at it from this mountain, they are the true immortals, at least they are much more imitative than the Wanxiang Senluo Sect."

Liusu did not respond. This was what Qin Yi had to think about the Sandalized Qin of Qin Xin, so if you interview the Tao, it would be meaningless to say more.

This guest house is also very unique.

There are pictures of ladies on all sides, lifelike. If you didn’t know that this was a painting, Qin Yi might have thought that these were all photos at first sight, and the pixels were still very high.

Because it's so real.

It's not like the achievement that pen and ink pigments can achieve, it's like a SLR shot.

Qin Yi reached out and touched one of the paintings, convinced that it was really a drawing paper rather than a photo.

It’s just that the paper is unique, the spiritual power is hidden, and even the use of ink is very special.

Just like when I made my own talismans, yellow paper cinnabar was rare, but Jingze was recruited by the Wanxiang Senluo Sect because of a shocking pen. The truth is similar. Things in the world cannot be painted as treasures from immortals.

On the other wall facing the bedside table is a whole bookcase with books full of books, densely packed.

Liusu suddenly said: "General collections, you only need to use the jade slips that Minghe gives you. One spell can collect hundreds of millions of words and record them all. There is no need for such a bookcase. This is a special persistence, don't break other people's books."

Qin Yi said "um" and he could understand this Liusu without saying it. The immortals also use paper books, which are generally more grand, such as scriptures of Buddhism and Taoism. For women here, they basically treat any book as a classic.

It is not a few obscure classics that will be placed in the guest house. It is basically the kind of folk story books that will give guests time to spend their time to enjoy themselves.

Qin Yi took out a book and flipped it out, which was quite interesting.

After all, this is a world with long-term civilization. Even calligraphy and painting can be mastered, so the writing level will naturally not be bad.

But as he looked, his eyes were a little straight.

It's actually a harem literary style, with a strong sense of romance and some ambiguous scenes can make people blush. Although it's not really explicit, it doesn't look like what a woman here is watching...

Well, she probably hasn't read it before, but she just puts such idle books in the guesthouse for the guests to read?

If it was before traveling through time, Qin Yi would probably want to finish watching it, but at this time he didn't have much thought, so he just flipped it around and stuffed it back.

I felt quite funny. In the mundane world, I lived in a place like the Prince's Mansion, which should have many books, and there were no books in the house. At that time, Li Qingjun asked him to find some books to read, but Li Qingjun was inexplicably angry. Finally, I have never read a book except for the secret book. As a result, when I arrived in this fairyland, the immortals lived in seclusion, and saw a cabinet of idle books, which was really upside down.

Since that's the case, I remember some stories myself and it's good to give them to her tomorrow. It's considered to make Chinese civilization bear fruit here, and it can be considered to have a good relationship with the boss Huiyang.

Thinking of this, Qin Yi stopped observing, turned off the candlelight, and went to bed to meditate.

Since he officially practiced immortality, his sleep has been completely replaced by meditation. I really don’t know why the woman can sleep so much that her disciples are called pigs.

The night is getting darker.

Qin Yi was operating the world, and his mind was mixed, and the warning suddenly arose.

This is a habit brought by experience. As early as when he entered the house, he simply arranged a prompt formation, and any extraordinary power would wake him up when he entered the range.

Qin Yi withdrew his mind and opened his eyes. He was stunned when he saw this.

On the picture of the maid by the wall, the beauty on one of the pictures actually walked down from the painting gracefully. There was only the background left on the scroll, and there was no trace of anyone else.

When the woman saw Qin Yi open his eyes and looked at him, she just smiled slightly and opened her cherry lips: "The night is bitter and cold, and the guest is lonely. I am here to sleep."

"I don't want to sleep."

"Don't panic for guests." The woman saluted with a very elegant manner: "We are not only the soul of the painting scroll, neither the innocence of the world nor the secludedness of ghosts and gods. Accompanying you by loneliness is the matter of the soul of the guest house. Apart from this, we have no meaning of existence."

Qin Yi looked at the other paintings on the wall, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "All of you? They specially painted the hospitality?"

"Yes." The woman chuckled: "Does the young master think one is not enough?"

Before he finished speaking, all the women on the other scrolls also walked down, just like plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums, with different fragrances and charms. They all looked like they could pick them up and lowered their eyebrows and eyes: "Let the young master send you."

Qin Yi sighed: "The way of learning painting actually has this benefit. Can you draw beauties at will to enjoy it?"

"This is the power of the immortal family." The woman in the head smiled and said, "The master gave me consciousness, so I only exist for the master, and I can do whatever I want."

Qin Yi asked again as if confirmation: "You can do anything really?"

The woman's eyes were as charming as silk, and she reached out and opened her clothes slightly, and said in a slight voice: "Of course anything is OK."

The other women also blushed and gently spread the ribbons.

"Oh." Qin Yi nodded and said seriously: "Since you are the masters here, you must have basic ways of calligraphy and painting. I have some idle books in my heart that can be recorded in jade slips. You copy them into a book and send them to the master here, so that Qin Yi can pay for the virtue of staying overnight."

Several women were stunned.

You keep us and say you can do anything, but in the end you ask us to copy the book for you?
Chapter completed!