Qin Yi is indeed a student of painting. It's just that he belongs to the type who doesn't have any love for his profession, and after traveling for so long, he sketched a distant view of Xianji Mountain in the first month and hung it on the wall to decorate. After that, he never drew again, and his professional quality was used to draw talismans, and he didn't know if his teacher would be angry when he saw it......

Presumably, there is nothing to be angry about, just like countless people who have found a job with the wrong major, and they don't know what to use for what they have learned in four years of college. He used the talisman anyway......

So at this moment, he still has a little closeness to this Jing Gongzi, and he is a "peer".

And he also sensed some aura in Jing Gongzi.

It's not really a practice, it's a bit like you're about to touch the door but can't enter, and what you lack is just a master's point. Qin Yi originally wanted to talk a few words, if it was pleasing to the eye, he would be a legend of "immortals touching my top", right?

As a result, Qin Yi's enthusiastic invitation touched his nose.

Jing Gongzi ignored him, finished eating the steamed buns by himself, and soon slowly left amid the ridicule of everyone.

Xiao Er came over with the food and said with a smile: "The guest officer is kind, but the prince of Jing is very angry, and he will not be easily favored." ”

"What's the favor of having a meal?"

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

"Hmm......" Qin Yi asked: "What's the situation with this son, seeing that he has a good temperament, he can't sell his paintings?"

"This Jing Gongzi's name is Jing Ze, his family is a celebrity here, his parents are famous calligraphers and painters, and there are endless visitors, very famous. Xiao Er said: "This Jing Ze himself became famous at an early age, with a good hand in calligraphy and painting, and is known as a prodigy." But a few years ago, when I went out to study and came back, I don't know what kiln sister I slept on for a few years, and the things I painted when I came back didn't grow at all. When you are an adult, you draw the same things as when you were young, who buys your paintings?"

Qin Yi was stunned: "The standard start of geniuses turning into waste wood, this is ......"

"What did you say, guest officer?"

"Oh, nothing, you go on. ”

When his parents died, his paintings could not be sold, and he had no other livelihood, so the family naturally declined. He still refuses to sell half of the things, and has to make a living by selling paintings by himself, so he can only nibble on steamed buns. ”

Qin Yi nodded: "It's a dignified one, it's pretty good." ”

In his heart, it is no wonder that this Jing Gongzi has some feelings of wandering in the path of cultivation, if this experience can maintain his mentality, it can be regarded as a Tao to a certain extent.

Xiao Er's expression was a little strange, and he stopped talking. He thinks this is stupid, is it considered a fart? It is also that the city lord has an old relationship with the Jing family, and he still takes care of one or two, and others dare not mess around. Otherwise, there is no one to take care of his home, and if you don't sell those famous paintings and antiques, won't they be touched clean sooner or later?

Qin Yi just asked casually when he encountered something, he didn't really want to take care of the affairs of the Jing Gongzi, and it was impossible to argue with Xiao Er.

After eating, he stayed at the inn that night and rested for a while.

In the past few days, he has traveled thousands of miles, and he has passed through several southern borders, and Rao has already practiced well, but he is still very tired. Tomorrow, I plan to visit Hongfa Temple to see if I can find a true cultivator, and exchange the elixir spirit stone or something for a magic weapon......

In the dead of night, the lights are bright.

Qin Yi stood in front of the window of the inn 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 a monk relic, containing infinite Buddhism, so there is Buddha light shining at night. But under Qin Yi's observation, it was just a relic that had sealed the Radiance Technique, and it didn't have any mana in itself, so it used luminescence to coax people.

Judging from here, the "senior monks" inside are either abducted and deceived, or they only have a little low-end cultivation, and most of them are not even as good as Donghuazi.

Tassel smiled: "It's not unusual." If you go to a town, there will be a problem with the Taoist temple, and when you go to the city, there will be a problem with the Buddhist temple, so what is it called that there are immortals everywhere, but a broom star?"

Qin Yi thought about it, it was Conan, and he couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"It's a pity, I hope they really have a problem, I want a magic weapon now. ”

"Just check it out tomorrow. Even if you are not a true cultivator, there is always the possibility that there are some treasures that can be used in this kind of splendid place to loot people's wealth, and we can grab them for our own sacrificial practice. ”

"Less. Qin Yi turned around angrily and sat back on the bed: "Sooner or later, I will be seduced by you to become a demon." ”

Tassel sneered: "Don't be really fragrant when the time comes." ”

............

Qin Yi meditated cross-legged, recovered overnight, and went to Hongfa Temple refreshed the next day.

The mountain temple is wide open, and there is a big square in front of the temple, and the visitors are like weaving. But it is because the peach blossoms are in full bloom on the left and right, and the vast sea of flowers is beautiful. Many big girls and little daughters-in-law shuttle in the sea of flowers, the peach blossoms on their faces reflect each other, and the laughter lingers in the meantime, adding spring color.

While enjoying the beautiful scenery, Qin Yi was very surprised in his eyes: "It's only less than March, and the peach blossoms here bloom so early." ”

The tassel didn't answer, and quietly looked at the sea of colorful flowers, very silent.

I don't know if I remembered something.

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

There are stalls selling incense, selling fruits, etc., etc., and there are also painting stalls, which are portraits of tourists who go out on a tour, just like the photo spots of modern scenic spots.

The Kimiko Kyozawa I saw yesterday was sitting on the side and drawing.

He is not the only one who has a painting stall, most of them are full of people, only he is sparsely in front of him, and there are few customers.

Is the painting particularly bad? Qin Yi curiously leaned over and took a look.

After looking at it, I was amazed, this is a very good painting......

Qin Yi didn't know what the state of painting development in this world was, but it was obvious that he was probably stronger than his own world, because this was a world with extremely strong aura, and people's "spirit and spirit" were affected by this, and whether it was the means of painting and conveying the spirit, it would be different.

At present, Jing Ze's painting has already given Qin Yi a little bit of Gu Kaizhi's feelings, and the brushwork is dense, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, flowing water. The folds of the clothes in the painting are very fine, and the only flaws are...... The eyes are blank.

But this is already the level that people have reached "when they are young", which is simply a god.

Turning his head to look at other people's painting stalls, Qin Yi frowned.

Anyway, most of them are not necessarily better than Kyozawa's paintings, and some are even much worse, but others are more willing to paint them. The reason is actually very simple, most people don't understand the profession, but everyone listens to the reputation, I heard that Jing Ze's painting has not grown up like when he was a child, who wants to paint a portrait of a painter who paints like a child?

After Jing Ze finished painting the male guest in front of him, the booth was soon empty.

He sighed, didn't stop writing, directly pulled the new scroll, stared at the woman passing by him and began to paint.

The woman seemed to realize something, and glared angrily.

Jing Ze smiled: "I don't want money." ”

The woman pursed her lips, didn't say anything, turned around and took the maid away. Faintly, their whispers came: "How did this Jing Gongzi become so obscene and steal other people's ......"

Kyozawa had no expression, and still slowly finished finishing the painting just now.

The light in front of me suddenly dimmed.

Jing Ze raised his head, but it was the man in green shirt who invited him to dinner yesterday standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile: "How about painting a picture for me?"

"Good. Jing Ze put away the picture of the woman he had secretly drawn before, and pulled a new piece of paper: "A three-piece article." ”

"Sanwen?" Qin Yi shook his head: "You really only value Sanwen when you draw men." But when you paint a woman, you suddenly have a soul in the painting, and you can't exchange 30,000 Wen for one, right, but you're free?"

Kyozawa suddenly looked up and narrowed his eyes.

Qin Yi stared at him tightly for a while, and suddenly said, "I want you to paint the kind with soul intent, and give you three hundred taels of silver." ”

Jing Ze lowered his head, as if he was picking a paintbrush, and said slowly: "Okay, the guest invites women's clothes." ”