Chapter 394

Qin Yi weighed the stone ball. The purpose of the ball was indeed recognized by himself, not by tassels. Over the past year, he cracked various prohibitions in the rift valley, and opened a lot of funerary machines of previous generations of monsters, etc., which made his knowledge in this field grow a lot and he is definitely an expert.

This is really a part that I don't know when I can use it. It looks like it's not high-grade. Maybe I'll never meet the corresponding place. Tassel won't speak because of this.

However, Qin Yi had a kind of intuition. Anyway, the ball was the size of a tennis ball. It didn't take up any space. It didn't hurt to keep it. There are still many things he has never used in his ring. For example, what ghost crying vine was collected in the secret land of the earth in his early years, but he hasn't touched it for so many years. Can he still be short of space to put small balls?

Don't talk about this bead. As long as you can put it down, just keep it. Maybe it will have unexpected significance one day.

Lin Donghai is showing other things on stage. I don't know where he got all these things. Chu Jiantian was ridiculed by others. At this time, he lost his interest. He did not show his knowledge again. On the scene, he became a real appreciation meeting of you and me.

The black robed man came over and awkwardly accompanied him: "I'm a bit impatient. Don't blame me just now."

Chu Jian Tian rolled his eyes and didn't care about him.

Their Penglai sword Pavilion is tyrannical in the Wanli sea area. Many casual practitioners are not satisfied with them and dare not do anything in front of them. This kind of contempt for Penglai sword pavilion from "knowledge" or "elegance" and other aspects should be the thing that many monks often do behind their backs.

Many Taoist practitioners despise martial arts for their rudeness. They only fight, they don't care about heaven, they don't learn and have no skills. This man just can't help but leak out

Li Qingjun said lightly: "it's a small matter. We Penglai jiangge is not careful."

The man in black bowed down and said, "I didn't expect Li Xianzi to be so proficient in both machine learning and forbidden learning I love this subject all my life, but I'm not very talented and I can't learn it well. "

Li Qingjun frowned: "what do you want to say?"

Black robed humanitarian: "I got a fragment a few days ago. I think it should be related to some mechanism or prohibition, but it is really impossible to identify. If the fairy can come to my house and give me some advice, I will be very grateful. "

Li Qingjun looked at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi nodded. He was interested. This man is a friar on the eighth or ninth floor of Fengchu. He can be regarded as an introduction to the cultivation of immortals. His contact with things is always different from that of ordinary people. In particular, he is used to collecting these things. Maybe he can see other surprises there.

See him nod, Li Qingjun then way: "this matter, as you go to have a look."

The black robed man retreated with great joy. Although Penglai sword pavilion has a bad reputation, it is also one of the righteous ways at least. I haven't heard much about their taking treasure by force. I can still trust it.

Cheng Cheng squints at Li Qingjun. What's wrong with this feeling of husband singing and women following suit? It should be recognized. Otherwise, this attitude can not explain Do not expose whether it is a play for Qin Yi's face, or do you have the last trace of doubt that you dare not completely confirm?

This woman is very delicate and cautious. She doesn't match the words "mang girl". Ok It is completely impossible to deduce from her performance at this time that she was once "reckless and mindless".

The change of family and country, the growth of a woman Cheng sips his wine, remembering that when he was the king of the white Kingdom, his gluttonous little riding yellow disappeared. It's almost the same So the dead snake said that she didn't want to grow up. In fact, she was very clear-cut and was not stupid at all.

At this time, Lin Donghai finally took out a painting on stage and said with a smile, "I got this painting by chance a few days ago. It's a picture of a real immortal. It's extraordinary and unforgettable. I know that today quite a few scholars and friends have come for this. "

There was a cry in the field: "it should have been taken out for a long time! What do you think of those stone tiles? Let's have a look at them

Qin Yi turned his head curiously and looked around. There were immortals and all kinds. It seems that his love for art does not divide strength.

Even Cheng Cheng has paid attention to the past, and fox spirit is also a bit of an art cell

The picture of the East China Sea unfolded slowly.

It is a pair of painting paper with square feet. The texture of the paper is still very strange. It is not easy to be damaged at first sight. It seems that it can carry special strength.

Qin Yi blinks his eyes. This painting paper is so familiar

The painting is completely opened. Inside is a picture of the setting sun surrounded by clouds and mountains. There are hidden tea trees on the cliff. The color composition of the layers is very clear and incomparable, just like the reality.

"Poof..." Seeing the picture clearly, Qin Yi directly spurted out wine, which made Chu Jiantian face all over.

Chu Jiantian wiped his face bitterly: "master, I have endured you for a long time..."

"Sorry, sorry..." Qin Yi looked up at the painting.

The scene was filled with exclamations: "the real immortal painting is also The sighs of the setting sun and the mistiness of the cloud mountain are ready to come out, just like the scene. "

"I really don't know where it comes from and where it comes from. It's like heaven, like the scenery of heaven and Earth reflected on it. It's not painted at all."

"Master Lin, where did this painting come from?"Lin Donghai was very proud: "I won't tell you."

Chu Jiantian couldn't understand it at all, so he felt that the painting was very real and had no feeling. Li Qingjun, who was born in the court when he was a child, was quite knowledgeable and moved.

Qin Yi is completely stupid, and his soul is almost gone.

Cheng Cheng really feels very strange, she has not only calligraphy and painting talent, but also practice for a long time. From the perspective of Teng Yun Jing, there are many omissions in this painting. It can even be said that the painting is not very mature. Even if these ordinary people don't understand it, how can Qin Yi be so stupid? Is there something mysterious in this painting that he can't see?

She couldn't help it. She arched Qin Yi and murmured, "I think it's average. What's good about it?"

Qin Yi smiles awkwardly: "it's just so."

This dialogue poked hornet nest, nearby immediately there is an old man angry way: "ignorant crazy contrary words."

Another humanitarian: "you martial arts do not know literature and art, so don't talk nonsense."

"If you can understand the mechanism, you can't understand the painting and calligraphy. Don't talk nonsense."

Qin Yi, some of whom was wandering in the sky, said, "but it's just so so."

Even Lin Donghai was somewhat displeased and said slowly, "I know that the martial arts of Xiandao are highly cultivated and have good control. I can show all things in the world truthfully without learning painting. But this is not the same. The meaning of the painting is close to the way in the painting. It is not a rigid representation of the real scene. "

Qin Yi sighed: "it's not so good."

Lin Donghai frowned: "what's your opinion?"

It can be seen that Lin Donghai is really angry, a feeling that his spiritual belief has been insulted. People around are also very unhappy, if it is not because they dare not offend Penglai sword Pavilion, they are afraid that Qin's game will be demolished.

Cheng pulled his sleeve: "if you have any explanation, I want to know."

"What's your opinion?" Qin Yi had no choice but to say, "this painting is my painting."

The whole room was numb.

Lin Donghai is a fool.

"This is my practice painting when I was a beginner." Qin Yi clenched his palms and asked in a low voice, "Lord Lin, tell me where this painting came from. I will pay you a lot."

Lin Donghai stammered: "a girl, a girl in the 13th four years old, would buy lemon tea and drink it, and then discount it at will..."

The crowd roared: "Lin Dong Lord, you are not authentic, what lemon tea dare to change this kind of painting, bully the little girl Han?"

"They Really come here... " Qin Yi took a deep breath and asked, "when did this happen? Where has the little girl gone, the proprietor knows? "

"Just last month." Lin Donghai said cautiously, "I don't know where they went..."

Qin Yi looked a little disappointed: "no clue?"

Lin Donghai thought for a moment: "the little girl said that the tea here is very good to drink. Come back another day. Listen to this tone, maybe it's not far away. Maybe it's on which Fairy Island in the sea?"

Qin Yi was overjoyed: "thank you for the news, Lord Lin!"

The ecstatic mood slightly slowed down, Qin Yi suddenly realized what situation he was in. The smile quickly froze on the face, stiff neck, slowly turn his head, left Cheng Cheng, right Qingjun, the eyes on both sides are extremely strange.

Cheng Cheng has no expression: "what little girl is it? Go back and say it clearly! "

Li Qingjun's face was expressionless: "I don't want to see other people's faces, Qin Yi!"

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