Chapter 141

Qin Yi thought the painter was really interesting.

He should be a very just man, justice to some pedantic degree, not like pretending.

However, he seems to be related to and sheltered by wanxiangsenluozong. Can he and Meng Qingying be a painting style? There are two kinds of people.

Jingze was painting, feeling Qin Yi looking at him. He couldn't help but look up and ask, "what have you been looking at me for?"

Qin Yi asked, "you linger on the edge of the threshold of cultivation. You can't get into it. You can get into it if you have a little help. Do you know?"

"Yes."

"Wanxiangsenluozong is the first-class demon sect, and the world ranks the best, do you know?"

Jingze looked at him again: "yes."

"Since wanxiangsenluozong is protecting you, why don't you learn from it?" Qin Yi asked, "is this a fairyland that people can't ask for? You don't even learn at the door, are you stupid... "

Tassels: "poo Chi..."

Qin Yi's face was red and his ears were red: "on one side, people didn't worry about taking over the house."

Jingze is replying: "wanxiangsenluozong is a demon sect. It does not agree with me. If you join the sect, you must do a lot of things that violate the original wish. So they invited me several times, and I didn't want to join the sect. "

Qin Yi said: "dare you or do they invite you? Think you're a genius? "

"It's just because there is a soul stirring pen handed down in our ancestors. It's wonderful to draw people with this pen, which is in line with some skills of the Vientiane Mori sect. But it needs painting, and it's meaningless for those who can't get rid of them. Of course, I hope I can join in. "

"So it is. The emperor is such a good talker that he does not force you but protects you?"

"I hope I really do, because they want to accept a disciple in such a direction, rather than just a dog. Otherwise, I can be made a puppet. Why should I be invited?" Jingze sighed: "so just let me live in distress, sooner or later will be unable to restrain, into their door."

"Interesting. You and the Vientiane Rosen are very interesting." Qin Yi stroked and laughed.

Turn around and see that the fire in the temple is getting bigger and bigger. The fire tongue has begun to extend to the peach forest nearby, but it is blocked by some invisible aura, and it will not burn for a while.

But it is obvious that the protective power of Jingze's paintings is too weak to be prevented sooner or later.

Qin Yi couldn't bear to burn down such a beautiful peach forest, so he stretched out his hand and pinched a magic formula.

That tongue of fire is very strange no longer to the left and right conflict, but fierce to the sky, no longer burning peach forest.

Jing Ze is surprised to look at, ask a way: "this hand is difficult not difficult?"

"It's not hard. It's about control, not about power." Qin Yi said with a smile, "do you want to learn?"

Jingze thought for a while, then shook his head and laughed: "at this time, the spring wind is warm, the evil cave has disappeared, and the peach forest is more and more gorgeous. I think you are also a beauty lover. Would you like to have a drink with peach blossom

Qin Yi looked at him: "you don't seem to have any money."

"You can invite me today," Jingze said

Qin Yi laughs.

Deep in the peach forest, there are stone pavilions waiting for visitors. When people are tired of going out for a walk, they will stop here to enjoy the scenery. Today's such a disturbance, the tourists are gone, but clean.

Qin Yi went to a restaurant outside to buy wine. They sat opposite each other in the stone pavilion and drank a little.

It seems that Jingze hasn't drunk wine for a long time. After drinking only a small sip, he has some wine on his face, but his expression is more and more distant. Looking at the long peach forest, he seems to be recalling.

Qin Yi knew he wanted to tell a story, but he didn't urge him. The feeling of a glass of wine made him a little bit literate and poetic. Unfortunately, he had no goods in his stomach and could not read poems.

"My family is a descendant of painting and calligraphy. When I was very young, painting was praised by great masters and praised as a child prodigy." Jingze finally said: "but in fact, although I have some talent, I should not be praised. Because our family painting skills, not human skills, real immortal family also. It's strange that you don't know how to paint the world with immortals. "

Qin Yi said: "your fairy way is not complete? No magic formula? "

"Almost. You have skill but no way. " Jingze said: "so when I was a teenager, I went out to study, paid homage to famous teachers, visited famous mountains and rivers, and tried to seek the true way of painting."

"But you come back without any improvement?"

"The art of human painting is no longer useful to me If I want to draw spirits, I need immortals. " Jingze looked at the distance, and whispered: "it is said that there is a way of painting in Wandao Xiangong, from which the ancestors got a trace of inheritance. So I went through a lot of hard work and found the legendary fairyland. "

Qin Yi did not ask, it is obvious that the trip to the fairyland palace made Jingze a little disappointed.

As expected, he heard Jingze say: "in the immortal palace, there are indeed people who have entered the Taoism of music, poetry, calligraphy and painting, but..." He paused and sighed, "it's not quite what I thought."

"What do you say?"

"It's full of bookish, painting, Qin, chess, food, gamblers, colored sticks. Everyone's crazy. They're called the world's ten thousand ways. There are also so-called crazy people in the world, but compared with them, it is not a level at all. You can't see that they do other things, as if they exist only for those things. Brother Qin, you are a practitioner. Do you think this is an immortalQin Yi said with a wry smile: "what kind of practitioner I am I'm an explorer at best, and I want to know what immortals are. "

Jingze resolutely said: "in my opinion, this so-called immortal is not human. It is not the fairyland in my heart, nor is it the road drawn in my heart. At that time, I was young and full of vigor. As soon as I said this, the immortal palace would not accept me. I'll go home without regret. "

Speaking of this, he drank up the wine and said with a smile: "for more than ten years of confused exploration, we have been hesitating in our journey. After all, the painting road has stagnated, and we are ashamed of our ancestors."

Qin Yi raised his glass and said, "I think you're going to get the way."

"Well?" Jingze shook his head: "don't hide from brother Qin, you're really confused. You can't enter the gate."

"What you want is not skill, but Tao. There are thousands of roads, and it's very normal that other people's ways are not in line with you. As long as you have your own way, you can go on. "

"My own way..."

"Brother, you don't care about reputation, gain or loss, don't share the same stream with evil, and don't dispute with the secular world. I just want to leave a mark on the beautiful scenery in my heart. Although it is not like the obsession of wandaoxiangong, but my heart is the same, how can it not be Tao? "

"So this is the way..." Jingze looked at the peach blossom in the distance with two straight eyes: "I have my own way, why should I ask for others' way? It's me riding a donkey looking for a donkey, but I don't know it. "

He suddenly turned out the peach blossom which had been half spent before from the painting basket, and then touched out a painting brush full of light.

The colors are sprinkled with stars, and thousands of branches bloom from the painting scroll. It seems that the shadow of peach trees is slowly floating in the painting scroll, and then it is dense and vigorous. The shadow of peach forest is suffused in the sky, which is as bright as clouds.

Qin Yi watched the huge aura of heaven and earth penetrate into Jingze's body, and then from emptiness to reality, the elixir field overflows, the three passes are opened, the mud ball moves suddenly, and the spirit falls to the ground.

The heart of the piano is three fold dancing, and the nine Qi reflects the light in the night.

This painter, who had not begun to practice Qi, actually cast the Dao Tai and achieved the heart of Qin

Qin Yi is very speechless, but there is no big accident.

Because he seems to have never practiced, but has been practicing for a long time, which is not the same as the starting point of an ordinary mortal.

It doesn't matter whether you have been trained in mana practice, because it's just a good painter, not a fighter.

He has got the way.

Jingze stood up and bowed to the ground in front of Qin Yi. "Thank you, Daoyou. The success of painting in the future depends on your words."

Do you think you've done nothing? In terms of the realm of cultivation, you have surpassed me all of a sudden, OK Did you or I did?

Qin wanted to make complaints about it, but he knew that if he had done it for practice, he might have failed.

It's a different way.

Tassel is saying: "interesting, very interesting, Qin playing Qin chess, I am more and more looking forward to the fairyland palace, this place must be very interesting."

Qin Yi asked Jingze, "brother Jing, I'm going to wandaoxian palace. Are you going to have another look? Maybe we can go again at this time and have a new understanding. "

Jingze thought about it and said with a smile, "go. But I will go slowly. I will not go with brother Qin if I have painted the beauty that I have missed all the way. "

"Well. In the process of searching for fairyland, we will meet again in the future. I hope brother Jing will be able to draw by then. " Qin played a ritual, ran turned around, sleeves fluttering, did not enter the peach forest, gradually disappeared.

Jingze watched his back leave, pondered for a moment, then spread out the picture and quickly drew a picture.

In the painting, it is Qin's chess game, with blue clothes and cloth shoes. It's free and easy. It's floating in the peach forest, like an immortal.

All things are proud of the fact that they are born in heaven and earth.

It is called "the painting of the immortal trace".

The most puzzling thing for later generations is that the immortal of this pair of fairy trace pictures carries a wolf toothed stick in his hand. According to the principle, this kind of vulgar tool will destroy the meaning of the wizard of immortals completely. However, it seems that the painting is strangely harmonious, as if it is not right.

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