The next morning, before Qin Yi arrived at the main house, he wanted to ask the woman to say goodbye.

This time the main house was not closed, Qin Yi saw the woman leaning against the window, holding a scroll in her hand, reading a book.

The morning sun shines on her, making her skin feel a soft halo, her eyes are quiet and her temperament is lazy. A cup of hot tea at hand is faintly dispersed with water vapor, which flows by her side, adding a three-point hazy feeling.

Qin Yi felt that the woman herself was as poetic as a painting when she read books.

I glanced at me and saw the little girl Qingcha sitting next to her with her nose and drawing.

Qin Yi saw her like a chicken, and wanted to laugh a little, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qingcha sniffed and said, "Master made tea with me again..."

While speaking, the woman held the teacup with her bare hands, took a leisurely sip, and put it back, her eyes never left the book.

Qin Yi had only a string of ellipsis left in his mind.

Is it true that you enlightened a piece of tea as an apprentice for this purpose?

"That..." He finally broke the quiet atmosphere of a woman reading a book and said, "I'm here to say goodbye to stay overnight."

The woman turned her head and looked at him, smiled slightly, and put down the book.

"This book "Jin Ping Mei" is what you asked them to copy me?" She smiled and said with a smile: "Is this a fight against me for using women to test you?"

"Ah hahaha..." Qin Yi made a fucking haha, and quickly said solemnly: "This book is not that simple."

"Well... the brushwork is cold and the worldly feelings are revealed, as if you are in a picture scroll, you can know the appearance of a country from a city. It is a really good work." The woman pondered: "But the customs and customs seem to be different from the countries you know, and it has nothing to do with you, Nanli."

"This is not what I know. This is not what I wrote. I just saw it by chance and signed by Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng."

"Once such a work is published, someone will be sought after. As long as the writings in the world are a little famous, I will never know them." The woman said lightly: "So there is no need to say such messy words made by others, it is written by you."

"..." Is no one believed the truth these days?

The woman's eyes smiled again: "I see the leopard, you are very familiar with the playing methods inside... Isn't the way of eating, drinking, gamblers and gambling more suitable for you? What are you doing in my piano, chess, calligraphy and painting mountains?"

"Eating, drinking, betting, gambling is not my way." Qin Yi said seriously: "The sound of the piano is vague, the painting is fluttering, and the artistic conception of the immortal family is coming, which is more suitable for me. If the seniors do not use the soul to lure me with the painting, I hope to stay here for a few more days."

"Wait." The woman said unhappy: "What senior? Am I very old?"

Qin Yi shut up and refused to answer.

I can't tell the real age of others by my own method. After reaching a certain level of practice, I can't even see the so-called "bone age" because I have been reborn for a long time and I am not the same as before. What's the age of my life?

However, the logic is put on, and the person who has been practicing Huiyang's boss can use his toes to find out that at least it is a thousand-year-old monster who has the foundation.

The woman glared at him for a while and said slowly: "My surname is Ju, Ju Yunxiu."

Living among the clouds and mountains... it suits her very well. She really can't see the human spirit, only the bookish spirit and poetry, and there is also a kind of... strange funny thing?

Qin Yi bowed and said, "Okay, Senior Ju."

Ju Yunxiu was furious: "I told you that the name is to let you add your surname when you call me senior?"

Qin Yi was very helpless: "You can't call you Yunxiu?"

Ju Yunxiu said lightly: "Is there anything wrong with it? Isn't the name used to call it?"

Qin Yi was stunned.

Ju Yunxiu pondered for a moment and asked again: "When I saw you clearly painting tea, and when I touched the picture of a lady last night, I observed the brushwork and utensils. This is the observation angle of learning painting, and I am not a layman."

"Yes." Qin Yi was a little embarrassed: "I learned a little bit..."

It can basically be said that if we put aside the new painting methods such as sketches and just talk about the level of painting, we are not at the same level as the immortal master who specializes in this path. We can't even compare with the tea. We are not even embarrassed to say that we are learning to draw. Moreover, our love is relatively low, and it is too tempting to say that we are a person in this path.

Ju Yunxiu said again: "You can write stories and miscellaneous books... Don't say that it is not what you wrote. The books of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting do not only refer to calligraphy, but works. The works contain poetry, songs, and classics and historical stories."

Qin Yi had no choice but to say, "Former...oh, what does Sister Yunxiu want to say?"

Ju Yunxiu turned his head and looked at the sunrise outside the window. He looked for a long time, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he whispered: "There is no one in the mountains of Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting."

"Well?"

"The only uncle who is chess is left, holding the chess scene, and pulling others to play chess at any time. And the piano, book, painting... I am the only one."

Qingcha raised his little hand: "Master and me."

"A piece of tea leaves, soak them in water by yourself, and you don't have the amount of interruption."

Tears ran away in tears.

Ju Yunxiu turned to look at Qin Yi: "I know you are here to seek the truth, or you may be a disciple. I am the lord of this peak and the sect of Liqin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting in Wandao Immortal Palace. Qin Yi, are you willing to enter my mountain gate?"

"Add to be a disciple?" Qin Yi shook his head: "No."

Ju Yunxiu said: "I know you are not following the path of calligraphy and painting, but the traditional immortal path. I hope you can get started because you are related to this path and have a certain interest, so you can keep this inheritance. If I have any mistakes in the future, someone can pass on this path, instead of forcing you to really turn to this path to study it carefully. You can understand it as a guardian or a guest official, who is not restricted by the rules of the sect, but enjoys honor, and is secretly open to you. If you want to break through the heart of the piano, it is not easy, what do you think?"

Qin Yi hesitated for a moment and insisted: "I won't become a disciple."

"Oh?" Ju Yunxiuqi said: "The crane transmits the voice, you are a casual cultivator. Could it be that you already have a master and are you lying to it?"

Qin Yi said seriously: "I accidentally inherited the inheritance. I don't even know what the master looks like, but in my heart, it is my teacher. No matter how many advantages your school has or how many benefits it can give me, I will not call others a master. Maybe it doesn't care, but I care."

As he said this, his mud ball suddenly jumped.

These days, Qin Xin has been thinking about the unbreakable experience, looking for opportunities everywhere, but it seems that it is about to break through because of this sentence.

Liusu looked at it silently and sighed softly.

It's not because of a single sentence.

Qin's heart is to understand the heart, to verify one's own way. Qin Yi originally has the Tao, and only needs to practice it, not to be confused and seek. Originally, Qin Yi was about to break through on the way to the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, and he didn't come at this time.

Whether it is the previous monks in the temple, the angrily killing the lewd monks, the burning of the Buddhist temple; or the refusal to eat, drink, whore and gambling yesterday; or the refusal to lure the souls of the painting last night... this is a process of practice, step by step, sand accumulates into a tower.

Including the current persistence of not becoming a disciple, which is also one of Qin Yi's practices, they are all part of his chivalrous spirit and the basic values ​​of this man.

Although in its opinion, it is so stupid.

But... I have to admit, I'm quite happy.

It sighed softly: "Get started, Qin Yi, the accumulation that a large sect can give you is far more beneficial than taking me around."

Qin Yi didn't speak, he was silently sensing the process of the mist in his body turning into water droplets.

Ju Yunxiu leaned against the soft and soft, with his slender hands supporting his pink cheeks, and watched Qin Yi's heart break through with interest.

A casual cultivator, who is so old and has such a down-to-earth practice... It's just that he can really break through Qin Xin by asking around. This is an extremely rare thing in the top sects, let alone casual cultivator.

So yesterday, Xian Crane sent a message, and the boy was probably a genius and hoped to keep him inside the door as much as possible.

She was not interested in it at first because Qin Yi looked pretty on the surface and the records in the book were elegant, but in fact she was a "vulgar martial artist" and was not in line with her aesthetic taste. But under the test, it was very satisfying.

That kind of love for beautiful scenery is the soul of the way of painting.

The resistance to the temptation of painting souls is to verify the character of a person. In fact, the biggest key point is that the way of the painter is that you cannot have the idea of ​​drawing something to enjoy. If you really have such thoughts, you will never be able to get this way.

Qin Yi passed this test perfectly.

Then, there are gifts...

"Jin Ping Mei"... an interesting story.

Putting aside the eroticism inside, the worldly love is deeply rooted in the way of writing.

A "vulgar martial artist" unexpectedly meets her needs.

He is still a genius who can enter the heart of the piano... It's a pity that he has no intention of doing this.

As Qin Yi's heart gradually became stronger, Ju Yunxiu suddenly spoke: "If you don't want you to become a disciple, you will only be communicating with my senior and sisters? My master has long died, and no one wants you to kowtow."

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment. It seemed...it was hard to refuse...
Chapter completed!