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Chapter 136 Painting Soul

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    Qin Yi is indeed a painting student.  It's just that he is the type who doesn't have much love for his profession. After traveling for so long, he sketched a distant view of Xianji Mountain in the first month and hung it on the wall for decoration.  He never drew again after that, and all his professional skills were used to draw talismans. I don¡¯t know if his teacher would be furious if he saw it

    Presumably, there is nothing to be angry about. It is similar to countless people who find a job with a major that is not suitable for their major. They don¡¯t know what to do with what they have learned in four years of college.  At least he used the talisman

    So at this moment, he still feels a little close to Mr. Jing, and he is a "companion" after all.

    ¡°And he also sensed some spiritual energy from Mr. Jing.

    It¡¯s not true cultivation. It¡¯s a bit like you¡¯re about to find the door but can¡¯t get in. All you need is an expert¡¯s guidance.  Qin Yi originally wanted to chat for a few words. If he liked it and gave him a few words, it would be considered a pretentious legend of "the immortal caressing my head", right?

    As a result, Qin Yi's enthusiastic invitation was met with disappointment.

    Mr. Jing ignored him, finished eating the steamed buns, and soon left slowly amid the laughter of everyone.

    The waiter brought the dishes over and said with a smile: "My guest is kind-hearted, but Mr. Jing is very angry and will not accept favors easily."

    "What kind of favor is a meal?"

    "A meal is also a favor."

    "Well" Qin Yi asked: "What's going on with this young man? Judging from his good temperament, can't he sell his paintings?"

    "This Mr. Jing's name is Jingze. His family is a celebrity here. Both his parents are famous calligraphers and painters. They have constant visitors and are very famous." The waiter said: "This Jingze himself became famous at a young age. He is good at calligraphy and painting and is known as a child prodigy. But  A few years ago, when I came back from a study tour, I don¡¯t know who slept with some kiln girl for a few years, but the things I drew when I came back showed no improvement at all. When you become an adult, the things you draw are still the same as when you were a child. Who will buy your paintings? "

    Qin Yi was startled for a moment: "The standard start for a genius to become a loser, this is"

    "What did you say, sir?"

    "Oh, it's nothing, you continue."

    "When his parents passed away, his paintings could not be sold, and he had no other livelihood, so his family's financial situation naturally declined. He still refused to sell even half of the things in the house, so he had to rely on selling paintings to make a living, so he could only eat steamed buns.  ¡±

    Qin Yi nodded: "He is a man of integrity, which is quite good."

    In my heart, I secretly thought that it¡¯s no wonder that Mr. Jing feels like he¡¯s wandering around the path of Taoism. If he can maintain his mentality after this experience, it can be regarded as Taoism to a certain extent.

    The waiter looked a little strange and hesitated to speak.  He actually thinks that this is called stupidity, and is it a bit of a shame?  It was also the city lord who had an old relationship with the Jing family, so he still took care of him so that others didn't dare to mess around.  Otherwise, if there is no one in his house, those famous paintings and antiques will be touched up sooner or later if you don¡¯t sell them?

    Qin Yi just asked casually when something happened. He didn't really want to take care of Mr. Jing's affairs, let alone argue with the waiter.

    After eating, we stayed at the inn that night for a short rest.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? is is is is a long journey and I have traveled thousands of miles, and I have passed through several southern borders. Even though I have practiced well, I am still very tired.  I plan to visit Hongfa Temple tomorrow to see if I can find a true practitioner and exchange some elixirs and spiritual stones for magic weapons

    In the dead of night, people are quiet, and thousands of lights are on.

    Qin Yi stood in front of the window of the inn, looking at the Buddha's light at Hongfa Temple in the distance.

    I feel a little disappointed.

    The so-called "Buddha's light", according to the waiter, is the relic of a eminent monk, which contains infinite Buddhist dharma, so there is Buddha's light shining at night.  But under Qin Yi's observation, it was just a relic with the radiance technique sealed. It had no magical power, so it used the light to deceive others.

    From here, it can be seen that the "high-ranking monks" inside are either deceivers or have only a little low-end practice, most of which are not even as good as Donghuazi.

    Liusu smiled and said, "It's not surprising. In Buddhism in the world, deceit and abduction are the most common. How many true practitioners are there in the world? If you go to a town, there will be problems in the Taoist temples. If you go to the city, there will be problems in the Buddhist temples. That's not called  Why are you always a fairy, but a broom star?"

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

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

    "Just go and have a look tomorrow. Even if you are not a true practitioner, there is always a possibility that there are some useful treasures in such a magnificent place where people are plundered. We can just grab them and use them for sacrifice."

    "Stop talking nonsense." Qin Yi didn't do well.Angrily, he turned around and sat back on the bed: "Sooner or later, I will be seduced by you and become a devil."

    Liusu sneered: "It won't taste so good then."

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    Qin Yi meditated cross-legged and spent the night recovering, and went to Hongfa Temple refreshed the next day.

    The mountain temple is open, and there is a large square in front of the temple, full of tourists.  But it's because the peach blossoms are in full bloom on the left and right, and the vast sea of ??flowers is so beautiful.  Many young ladies and young daughters-in-law shuttled among the sea of ??flowers, with faces and peach blossoms reflecting each other, and laughter lingering among them, adding to the spring scenery.

    While admiring the beautiful scenery, Qin Yi was very surprised: "It's not even March yet. The peach blossoms here bloom so early."

    Liu Su didn¡¯t answer, and looked at the sea of ??colorful flowers quietly, very silent.

    I don¡¯t know what I remembered.

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

    There are stalls selling incense, fruit, etc. There are also painting stalls for outing tourists, just like the photo spots in modern scenic spots.

    Mr. Jingze whom I saw yesterday was sitting on the side painting.

    He was not the only painting stall, and most of them were crowded with people. Only the one in front of him was sparse, with only a few customers.

    Are you a particularly bad painter?  Qin Yi moved forward to take a look curiously.

    After reading it, I was quite surprised. This painting is very good

    Qin Yi doesn't know what the state of the development of painting in this world is, but it is obvious that it is stronger than his own world, because this is a world with extremely rich aura, and people's "spirit, energy, and spirit" are affected by this.  The methods will be different.

    The current paintings in Jingze have given Qin Yi a bit of Gu Kaizhi's feelings. The brushwork is dense, like spring silkworms spinning silk, and flowing water.  The clothes and folds of the people in the painting are all very fine. The only flaw is their eyes are dull.

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

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

    How to put it this way, most of them are not necessarily better at painting than Jingze, some are even much worse, but others are more willing to paint for them.  The reason is actually very simple. Most people are not professional. They just follow others' opinions and reputation. I heard that Jingze's paintings are as unimproved as when he was a child. Who is willing to paint a portrait of an artist who paints like a child?

    After Jingze finished drawing the male customer in front of him, the stall soon became empty.

    He sighed, and without stopping writing, he directly pulled up the new scroll and began to draw the portrait while staring at the woman passing by.

    The woman seemed to be aware of it and stared angrily.

    Jingze apologized and said, "No money."

    The woman pursed her lips, said nothing, turned around and left with the maid.  Their whispers could be vaguely heard: "Why did Mr. Jing become so wretched, secretly painting other people's paintings"

    Jingze showed no expression and continued to slowly complete the painting he had just done.

    The light in front of my eyes suddenly dimmed.

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

    "Okay." Jingze put away the picture of a woman he had secretly drawn before, and pulled out a new piece of paper: "One picture with three texts."

    "Three cents?" Qin Yi shook his head: "It's true that your paintings of men are only worth three cents. But when you paint women, there is suddenly a soul in the painting. You can't exchange it for thirty thousand cents for one painting, right? But you get it for free?  "

    Jingze suddenly raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

    Qin Yi stared at him closely for a while, then suddenly said: "I want you to draw something with soul in it, and I'll give you three hundred taels of silver."

    Jingze lowered his head, as if choosing a paintbrush, and said slowly: "Okay, the guests will please dress in women's clothing." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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