Chapter 134

Qin Yi is really a painter. It's just that he belongs to the type who doesn't love his major. After going through it for such a long time, he also sketched a picture of xianjishan in the first month and hung it on the wall for decoration. After that, he never drew any more. His professional quality was used to draw talisman. I don't know if his teacher will be angry when he sees it

I guess it's nothing to be angry about. It's similar to countless people who have found a job that doesn't match their major. I don't know what to do with what I've learned in four years of college. He still used it

So at this moment, he still has a little intimate feeling towards this young master of Beijing. At least he is a "companion".

Moreover, he also felt some aura in the young master of Beijing.

It's not true practice. It's a bit like you're about to touch the door, but you can't get in. What's missing is just an expert's instruction. Qin Yi originally wanted to talk about it. If he could tell him one or two, it would be regarded as a legend that "the immortal caresses me on the top"?

As a result, Qin Yi's warm invitation met with a rebuff.

Prince Jing ignored him and ate the steamed bread by himself. Soon he left slowly in the laughter of the crowd.

The waiter came over and said with a smile, "my guest, you are kind-hearted, but you can't be easily favored by others because of your high spirit."

"What's a favor to have a meal?"

"The grace of a meal is also a boon."

"Well..." Qin Yi then asked, "what's the matter with this childe? You can't sell his paintings because of his excellent temperament?"

"The son of Beijing is Jingze. His family is a famous person here. His parents are famous painters and calligraphers. He is famous for his endless visitors." The second said: "Jingze himself became famous when he was young. He is good at painting and calligraphy, and is called a prodigy. But a few years ago, when I came back from a study tour, I didn't know what kind of kiln girl she was sleeping on for a few years, and the things she painted didn't improve at all. When you are an adult, you still paint the same things as when you were young. Who will buy your paintings? "

Qin Yi was stunned: "it's the standard start for genius to become waste wood. This is..."

"My guest, what do you say?"

"Oh, nothing. You go on."

"When his parents passed away, his paintings couldn't be sold, and he had no other livelihood, so his family naturally declined. He doesn't want to change half of the things in the seller. He has to sell his own paintings for a living, and he will have to eat steamed bread. "

Qin Yi nodded: "it's a man of integrity, very good."

In his heart, he said that it was no wonder that the young master of Beijing felt that he was wandering in the path of cultivation. If he could keep his mind in mind, it would be a way to some extent.

The waiter looks a little strange and stops talking. He thinks it's stupid. It's a fart? It is also that the city Lord and the Beijing family are old, but they also care about one or two, others dare not mess around. Otherwise, there is no one to protect the courtyard. If you don't sell the famous paintings and antiques, will they be cleaned sooner or later?

Qin Yi is just asking about things. He doesn't really want to be in charge of other people's affairs, let alone argue with the second.

After dinner, he stayed in the inn for a little rest that night.

I've been running for thousands of miles in recent days. I've passed through several southern border areas. Rao has been practicing well, but I'm still very tired. I'm going to visit the Hongfa temple tomorrow to see if I can find a true practitioner and exchange it for a magic weapon

In the dead of night, the house is full of lights.

Qin Yi stood in front of the window of the hotel room, looking at the Buddha light of the Hongfa temple in the distance.

A little disappointed in my heart.

The so-called "Buddha light", according to Xiao Er, is the Buddhist relic of eminent monks, which contains infinite Buddhist dharma, so there is Buddha light shining at night. However, under Qin Yi's observation, it was just a relic sealed with the shining skill. It had no magic power, so it used light to deceive people.

From here, the "eminent monks" in it are either deceived and deceived, or they are only a little bit of low-end cultivation. Most of them are inferior to donghuazi.

Tassel then smile: "it is not uncommon. In the world of Buddhism and Taoism, most of them are entrapped and abducted. How many true practitioners are wandering in the world? If you go to a town, there will be problems with Taoist temples, and when you get to the city, there will be problems with Buddhist temples. It is not called immortals everywhere, but broomsticks? "

Qin Yi thought that it was Conan, and he could not help shaking his head and laughing.

"It's a pity. I hope they have problems. I want magic weapon now."

"Just go and see it tomorrow. Even if it's not a true practitioner, there are always some useful treasures in this magnificent and splendid place to collect people's wealth. We can grab them to make up for sacrifice and use. "

"No bullshit." Qin Yi turned and sat back on the bed: "sooner or later I will be seduced into a demon by you."

Tassel sneer: "don't be really fragrant then."

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Qin Yi meditated and recuperated overnight. The next day, he went to Hongfa temple.

Mountain temple open, temple in front of a good large square, visitors such as weaving. But because of the peach blossom blooming around, the vast sea of flowers, beautiful. Many young girls and little daughters-in-law shuttle in the sea of flowers. Their faces are set off by peach blossoms, and their smiles linger on them, adding to the spring color.

While enjoying the beautiful scenery, Qin Yi was surprised: "it's less than March. The peach blossom here is really early."Tassel do not answer, quietly looking at the colorful sea of flowers, is very silent.

I don't know what I think of.

At this time, Qin Yi's eyes were attracted by the stalls on the edge of the square.

At the same time, there are painting stalls, which are used to make portraits of tourists who are going on a green outing, just like a photo spot in a modern scenic spot.

Mr. Jingze, who I saw yesterday, was sitting on one side drawing.

He was not the only one in the painting stand. Most of them were surrounded by people. Only in front of him, there were few guests.

Is the painting very poor? Qin Yi approached curiously and took a look.

After reading it, I was quite surprised. It's a good painting

Qin Yi didn't know what the state of the world's painting development was, but it was obvious that he was more powerful than his own, because it was a world full of aura. People's "essence, Qi and spirit" were affected by this, and the means of drawing and conveying the spirit would be different.

At present, Jingze's paintings have given Qin Yi a little bit of Gu Kaizhi's feeling, with thick brushwork, such as silkworms spinning in spring and flowing water on the ground. The folds of people's clothes and ornaments in the painting are very fine, and the only defect is The eyes are godless.

But this is the standard that people have reached when they were "young". This is simply a God.

Turning to look at other people's painting stand, Qin Yi frowned.

How to say, most of them are not better than Jingze, some are even worse, but others are more willing to paint them. In fact, the reason is very simple. Most people don't know professional skills. They just follow suit and listen to the reputation. It's said that Jingze's painting has not improved as much as when he was a child. Who would like to give a portrait of a painter who paints like a child?

The male guest in front of Jingze's painting was soon empty.

He sighed and did not stop writing. He directly pulled the new painting scroll and began to draw pictures by looking at the women passing by.

The woman seemed to feel it and glared.

Jingze smile: "no money."

The woman pursed her mouth and didn't say anything. She turned her head and left with the maid. Vaguely came their whispers: "how can this Beijing childe become so obscene and steal paintings from others..."

Jingze has no expression, but slowly completes the painting.

The light suddenly darkened.

Jingze raised his head, but yesterday invited him to dinner in front of the man in blue, is smiling at him: "how about a painting for me?"

"Good." Jingze put away the women's picture that had been drawn secretly before, and pulled a new piece of paper: "a piece of Sanwen."

"San Wen?" Qin Yi shook his head and said, "it's only worth three Wen to draw a man. But when painting a woman, there is a soul in the painting. If you can't exchange it for 30000 Wen, you can't get it for free? "

Jingze suddenly raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

Qin Yi looked at him closely for a while, and suddenly said, "I want you to paint the one with soul meaning. I'll give you 300 Liang silver."

Jingze hung his head, as if in the selection of brush, mouth slowly way: "good, guests please dress."

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