Qin Yi is indeed a painter. It's just that he belongs to the type who doesn't have any love for his profession. After traveling for so long, he also sketched a vision of Xianji Mountain in the first month and hung it on the wall as a decoration. After that, he never painted again, and his professional skills were used to paint talismans. I don't know if his teacher would be pissed when he saw it...
Presumably there is nothing to be angry about, just like countless people who have found a job with a different major, and don't know what to do with what they have learned in four years of college. After all, he still used the talisman...
So at this moment, he still has a little sense of closeness to this young master of Jing, at least he is a "peer".
And he also sensed some spiritual energy in Young Master Jing.
It's not a real practice. It's a bit like the kind of person who is about to touch the door but can't get in. The only thing missing is an expert advice. Qin Yi originally wanted to talk a few words. If he was pleasing to the eye, he would give him a word or two. It could be regarded as a pretending legend of "immortal touching my top", right
As a result, Qin Yi's enthusiasm for inviting each other turned pale.
Young Master Jing ignored him, finished eating the steamed buns by himself, and soon left slowly amid the laughter of the crowd.
Xiao Er Duancai came over and said with a smile, "The guest officer is kind, but Young Master Jing has a high spirit and won't be easily favored by others."
"What kind of favor is a meal called?"
"The grace of a meal is also a grace."
"Well..." Qin Yi then asked, "What's the matter with this young master? Seeing that he has a good temperament, he can't sell his paintings?"
"This young master of Jing is called Jing Ze, his family is famous here, his parents are famous painters and calligraphers, and there are many visitors, so he is very famous." Xiao Er said: "This Jing Ze himself became famous at a young age. A few years ago, I came back from a study tour, and I don’t know which sister Yao slept on for a few years. When I came back, I didn’t make any progress in my paintings. When you are an adult, your paintings are still the same as when you were a child. Who buys your paintings?”
Qin Yi was stunned for a moment: "The standard opening of a genius turning into a waste, this is..."
"What did you say, guest?"
"Oh, nothing, you go on."
"When his parents passed away, his paintings could not be sold, and he had no other livelihood, so his family would naturally decline. He still refused to change half of the things in the seller, and insisted on selling his paintings for a living, so he could only eat steamed buns. already."
Qin Yi nodded: "It's a decent person, not bad."
In his heart, he secretly thought that it was no wonder that Young Master Jing felt that he was wandering in the path of cultivation.
Xiao Er looked a little weird, but he stopped talking. He thinks it's stupid, it's a shit festival? It is also that the city owner has an old relationship with the Jing family, and he takes care of one or two, and others dare not mess around. Otherwise, there is no nursing home in his home. If you don't sell those famous paintings and antiques, won't you be wiped clean sooner or later
Qin Yi just asks casually when he encounters something, he doesn't really want to manage the affairs of Young Master Jing, let alone argue with Xiao Er.
After eating, I stayed at the inn that night and took a short rest.
In the past few days, he has run for thousands of miles, and he has crossed several southern borders. Rao has practiced well, but he is still not light. I plan to visit Hongfa Temple tomorrow to see if I can find a true practitioner, and use it as a magic weapon with elixir and spirit stones...
In the dead of night, there are thousands of lights.
Qin Yi stood in front of the window of the inn, looking at the Buddha's light in Hongfa Temple in the distance.
A little disappointed.
The so-called "Buddha's light", according to Xiao Er's statement, is the relic of eminent monks, which contains infinite Buddha Dharma, so there is Buddha's light shining in the night. But under Qin Yi's observation, it was just a relic that sealed the radiance technique. It had no mana at all, so it used light to coax people.
From this point of view, the "high monks" inside are either deceived or deceived, or only have a little low-end cultivation, most of which are not as good as Donghuazi.
Liusu smiled: "It's not uncommon. In the world of Buddhism, there are many people who are trapped and cheated. How many true practitioners are there? If you go to a town, there will be problems with Taoist temples. If you go to a city, there will be problems with Buddhist temples. That's not called it. What is the immortal everywhere, but the broom star?"
Qin Yi thought about it too, it was Conan, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
"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're not a true cultivator, there's always a chance that there might be some useful treasures in this splendid place to search for people's wealth. Let's grab it and make do with it for sacrifice and refining."
"Stop talking nonsense." Qin Yi turned around and sat back on the bed angrily: "I will be seduced into a devil by you sooner or later."
Tassel sneered: "Don't be really fragrant then."
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Qin Yi meditated cross-legged, recovered overnight, 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, with tourists like weaving. But it is because the peach blossoms on the left and right are in full bloom, and the vast sea of flowers is beautiful. Many big girls and little daughters-in-law shuttled in the sea of flowers, with peach blossoms on their faces, and laughter lingering in them, adding more spring.
While enjoying the beautiful scenery, Qin Yi was very surprised: "It's only March, the peach blossoms here are so early."
Tassel didn't answer, quietly looking at the colorful sea of flowers, very silent.
I don't know what I remembered.
At this moment, Qin Yi's eyes were attracted by the stall on the edge of the square.
There are stalls selling incense, fruit, etc., etc., and there are also painting stalls, which are portraits for tourists who are out on the green, just like the photo spots in modern scenic spots.
Mr. Jingze, whom I saw yesterday, was sitting and painting.
He wasn't the only one in the booth, most of them were crowded with people, only he was sparsely in front of him, and there were very few guests.
Is it very badly drawn? Qin Yi curiously leaned forward and took a look.
I was amazed when I saw it, it was very well drawn...
Qin Yi doesn't know what the state of painting development in this world is, but it is obvious that it is stronger than his own world, because this is a world with extremely strong spiritual energy, and people's "spiritual energy" is affected by this, whether it is a vivid and vivid painting. means will be different.
At present, Jingze's paintings have already given Qin Yi a bit of Gu Kaizhi's feeling. The folds of the clothes of the people in the painting are very delicate, the only flaw is... the eyes are dull.
But this is already the level that people have reached when they are "children", and it is already a god.
Turning to look at other people's painting booths, Qin Yi frowned.
How should I put it, most of them are not necessarily better than Jingze, and some are even worse, but others are more willing to paint for them. The reason is actually very simple. Most people don't understand the profession. They just listen to the reputation. I heard that Jingze's painting has not improved as much as he was a child. Who would like to paint a portrait of a painter who is like a child
After Jingze finished painting the male guests in front of him, the stall soon became empty.
He sighed and didn't stop writing, he directly pulled over the new scroll, staring at the woman passing by and began to draw.
The woman seemed to be aware and glared angrily.
Jingze smiled: "I don't want money."
The woman pursed her lips, said nothing, turned her head and left with the maid. They whispered faintly: "How did this young master Jing become so wretched, stealing pictures of others..."
Jingze was expressionless, and still slowly completed the painting just now.
The light in front of him suddenly dimmed.
Jingze raised his head, but the man in blue who invited him to dinner was standing in front of him and looked at him with a smile: "How about you come and paint me a picture?"
"Okay." Jingze put away the picture of the woman he had stole before, and pulled a new piece of paper: "A piece of three texts."
"Three wen?" Qin Yi shook his head: "It's true that you are only worth three wen when you paint a man. But when you paint a woman, there is a soul in the painting. You can't get one for 30,000 wen, but you are free? "
Jing Ze suddenly raised his head and narrowed his eyes.
Qin Yi stared at him for a while, and suddenly said, "I want you to paint something with soul, and give you three hundred taels of silver."
Jingze lowered his head, as if he was picking a paintbrush, and said slowly, "Okay, please invite women's clothing."