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Chapter 135 Painting

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    "What the hell I said it's tens of thousands of miles, but it actually has to be doubled! Tang Monk, who is one hundred thousand miles away, has been away for ten years. How long will I have to go"

    At dusk, Qin Yi staggered into a city.

    He traveled thousands of miles in a few days. He thought he would be within a tenth of the distance. However, after comparing it with the mark on the jade slip left by Ming He, he discovered that the distance from Wandao Immortal Palace had moved a little.  Not even one-tenth.

    Minghe originally just left a rough mark instead of drawing a map. The so-called tens of thousands of miles was the straight-line distance between the marks.

    The tragedy is that Qin Yi can¡¯t fly.

    He is able to control the wind and soar the clouds, which is obviously a basic symbol of the soaring cloud realm. He is still far from being the one who has not even reached the heart of the piano.

    In addition to flying in the clouds and mists, there are two other methods of flying that can be used at low levels.  The first is flying mounts or flying magical weapons, including sword flying by sword cultivators; the second is special escape methods, such as thunder escape, wind escape, etc. For example, Qingxu was able to escape from earth at first, and the women of Wanxiang Senluo Sect also  Can shadow escape, but has more stringent conditions for use.

    Qin Yi didn¡¯t learn the Five Elements Technique here at all. Even if he specifically learned Fire Escape, it wouldn¡¯t be useful for daily travel, let alone the Escape Technique.  Flying magic weapon Does that demon-slaying sword that can barely fire one move count?

    The result of not being able to fly is that if you have to climb mountains or cross rivers, how many times the straight-line distance of tens of thousands of miles should actually be multiplied?

    Qin Yi almost wanted to cry.

    Liusu gloated: "I told you to pretend, and honestly asked Minghe for a flying magic weapon. There's no way she wouldn't give it to you. But you asked for someone else's person, hahahaha"

    Qin Yi glared angrily: "It's not because a dead stick can't fly!"

    "What, you want to fly with a stick?"

    ""

    "You have such a bad stick, you should hide and laugh." Liusu said with disdain: "Ignorant idiot."

    The dead stick mentioned here is of course not the tassel, but the mace itself.  Qin Yi said: "Don't say I don't know the goods. I haven't seen her show any special inquiry about this stick from the high-ranking Minghe clan. I do believe that this stick is very powerful, but it must be hidden too deeply, right?"

    "Return to nature, that's it. Let Minghe's master come, maybe he can find some special things, Minghe can forget about it." Liusu didn't want to say more, just said: "Anyway, if you want to sacrifice this stick, the gap is too outrageous  , it can¡¯t be done. Even if you can do it, I won¡¯t let you do it.¡±

    "Huh? What does this mean?"

    "In my current state, broadly speaking, there is nothing wrong with me being the weapon spirit of this stick. If I really sacrifice my soul with you, then I will really become your weapon spirit It would be nice if I don't take away your body. Do you still want to  Take me in? Just go to sleep."

    "Hmmthat means I can't choose this stick as my natal magic weapon?"

    "Let's talk about it then. If I reshape my body, then you can refine this stick as you please. Before that, you can only use it as a pure weapon to smash."

    "Damn, I told you earlier."

    "If I had told you earlier, you wouldn't ask Minghe for a magic weapon. You have such a manly self-esteem that you want to save face, haha"

    ""

    Liusu added: "Anyway, your top priority now is to find a flying magic weapon, or to catch a flying monster as a mount. Otherwise, by the time you slowly walk to Wandao Immortal Palace, I'm afraid your beard will grow"

    Qin Yi misses Ye Ling very much at this moment

    Walking on the streets of the city, Qin Yi was very confused looking at the bustling crowds.  In this mortal world, where can I find a flying magic weapon?

    Minghe once said that Qin Yi's level has long been different from that of ordinary people. As long as he sets foot in the world, he will naturally find immortals everywhere.

    I hope that¡¯s the case.

    " Just like in a small town, you can meet a perfect electric mouse, but to ordinary people, he is just a fat shopkeeper.

    Walking into an inn in the city, Qin Yi suddenly felt nostalgic when looking at the thin shopkeeper inside. It seemed that the fat one was cuter.

    "What would you like, sir?"

    ¡°Here¡¯s two pounds of wine and a portion of any of the signature dishes.¡±

    The waiter looked at Qin Yi doubtfully, can he eat this delicate look?

    Qin Yi bought a piece of silver.

    Nothing is lacking except gold and silver.

    The waiter immediately nodded and bowed: "Your Majesty, wait a moment, I'll be here soon."

    "Wait a minute." Qin Yi asked, "Are there any Taoist or Buddhist temples or any unique scenery near this city?"

     "There are many Taoist Buddhist temples" The waiter smiled and said: "For example, Hongfa Temple on Pudu Mountain in the east of the city is a famous local temple. Even some high officials of the imperial court were inspired by Buddhism to become monks here."

    Qin Yi was startled for a moment, and immediately remembered the game he had played before: "Hey, don't people often disappear here? Or do you want to become a monk after entering the temple?"

    "What's going on? The guests are really joking." The waiter said with a smile: "I went to pray to Buddha yesterday, and I didn't see that I wanted to become a monk. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. How can I become a monk?"

    Qin Yi nodded dully and didn't ask any more questions.

    Not long after, a table of wine and food was served, and Qin Yi started to sweep away.

    From the second child to the diners next to him, everyone was dumbfounded. Is this delicate and handsome boy the reincarnation of a starving ghost?

    God knows he hasn¡¯t eaten properly for more than two months

    ???????????????? Cultivation of immortality, that is not the life a human being should live

    I have never thought that such a table of ordinary food and wine tastes so delicious.  Liusu hasn't eaten for tens of thousands of years. No wonder when he first absorbed the Haunting Soul Grass, he was so happy that he almost flew away. It's completely understandable!

    While I was devouring my food, I heard the laughter of others: "Hey, the talented person from Beijing University is back sketching again?"

    The drinkers all laughed: "Whose lady did you draw again today?"

    "Is there any young lady who has fallen in love with the famous paintings of a talented man from Beijing University, and is tempted to spend a lot of money on a talented and beautiful woman to spend money in the bridal chamber, hahaha"

    Qin Yi was still biting the chicken leg. Hearing this, he couldn't help but turn around and look at it.

    But I saw a young man in his twenties, holding a large roll of drawing paper in his left hand, and a basket in his right hand, which contained several brushes, inks and pigments.

    He was wearing a scholar's uniform, which was a little dirty and torn, and there were traces of paint accidentally spilled on it.  His appearance is not very handsome, but he can be called handsome. He has a quiet temperament. He should be from a rich family.  At this time, he didn't say anything in the face of everyone's ridicule. He just sat silently and said slowly: "Two steamed bunsa pot of water."

    Everyone¡¯s laughter became even louder: ¡°Did you only earn two copper coins today? Could it be that you stole a picture of someone¡¯s wife and got beaten up?¡±

    "How can it be called stealing when it comes to paintings and painters?" Master Na Jing finally retorted.

    Qin Yi was stunned when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed: "Do you know how to do it?"

    Mr. Na Jing was stunned: "What is that?"

    "Four ways to write fennel beans."

    ¡°I don¡¯t know, isn¡¯t there only one kind?¡±

    Qin Yi was bored and sighed: "Come on, sit here and I'll treat you to a meal."

    Mr. Jing looked at him inexplicably: "I'm not familiar with you."

    Qin Yi smiled slightly and pointed to his nose: "Although what I am doing now is extremely inconsistent with my profession and is not even the same style of painting, I am indeed a painter." (Remember the website address: www.  hlnovel.com
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