Qin Yi felt that this painter was really interesting.
He should be a very righteous person, justice has reached a somewhat pedantic level, and it definitely does not seem to be pretending.
But he seems to be related to Vientiane Senluo Sect and is sheltered by it. Can he and Meng Qingying have the same style of painting? Totally two kinds of people.
Jingze was drawing and drawing, feeling Qin Yi was looking at him, he couldn't help but raised his head and asked, "What have you been looking at me for?"
Qin Yi asked, "You are hovering on the edge of the threshold of the cultivation way, and you can't get in. You can get in with a little help, you know?"
"Know."
"Vientiane Senluo Sect is a first-class Demon Sect, and it ranks first in the world, you know?"
Jingze glanced at him again: "I know."
"Since Vientiane Senluozong is protecting you, why don't you learn Taoism from Vientiane Senluozong?" Qin Yi asked: "This is a fairy tale that the world can't ask for, right? You don't learn at the door, are you stupid... "
Tassel: "Pfft..."
Qin Yi's face was red and his ears were red: "While we go, people don't have the trouble of taking the house."
Jingze is answering: "Vientiane Senluo Sect is a demon sect, and its actions are not in line with the subordinates. If you enter the sect, you will definitely do a lot of things that go against your original wishes. So they invited me several times, but I don't want to join the sect."
Qin Yi said curiously, "Dare they invite you? Do you think you are a genius?"
"Just because the ancestors handed down a fright pen, using this pen to draw portraits has the magic of seducing the soul and frightening the soul, and it is in line with some techniques of the Vientiane Senluo Sect. But it requires the way of painting, to draw the spirit of the other party, There is no point in taking the pen for those who do not know this way, of course I hope I can join in."
"So that's the case, Vientiane Sen Luozong is so easy to talk, instead of forcing you to protect you?"
"Probably hope I'm sincere, because they want to accept a doorman in this direction, not just a dog, otherwise it's fine to make me a puppet, why do you need an invitation?" Jingze sighed: "So It just makes my life embarrassing, and sooner or later I will be unable to hold back and join them."
"Interesting, both you and Vientiane Sen Luozong are quite interesting." Qin Yi rubbed his palms and smiled.
Turning around to see that the fire in the temple is getting bigger and bigger, the flames have begun to extend to the nearby peach forest, but it is blocked by some invisible spiritual energy, and it will not burn for a while.
But it is clear that the protection of Jingze's painting is too weak, and it will not be able to prevent it sooner or later.
Qin Yi was also reluctant to burn down such a beautiful peach forest, so he reached out and pinched a magic trick.
Strangely, the flames no longer clashed to the left and right, but fiercely to the sky, they could no longer burn the peach forest.
Jingze looked at it in surprise and asked, "Is this difficult?"
"It's not too difficult. What you want is control, and you don't need any power." Qin Yi smiled and said, "Do you want to learn?"
Jingze thought for a while, shook his head again, and smiled: "At this time, the spring breeze is warm, the evil cave has been destroyed, and this peach forest is more and more gorgeous. I think your Excellency is also a person who loves beauty. Wine, have a drink?"
Qin Yi glanced at him: "You seem to have no money."
Jing Ze said, "You can invite me today."
Qin Yi laughed.
In the depths of the peach forest, there is a stone pavilion to entertain guests. With such a commotion today, there are no tourists, but it is clean.
Qin Yi went to the restaurant outside to buy wine, and the two sat opposite each other in the stone pavilion, drinking relatively.
Jingze didn't seem to have had a drink for a long time. After only a small sip, he felt a bit of alcohol on his face, but his expression became more distant.
Qin Yi knew he wanted to tell a story and didn't rush him. The feeling of a glass of wine in the peach and plum spring made him a little literary and poetic, but unfortunately there was no goods in his stomach, so he couldn't read poetry.
"My family is an heirloom of calligraphy and painting. When I was very young, my paintings were admired by famous artists and praised as a child prodigy." Jingze finally said: "But in fact, although I have some talents, I should not be praised. Because Our family's handed down painting skills are non-human skills, and it is also the way of the immortal family. It is strange that we use the immortal way to paint the world, and it is not famous."
Qin Yi immediately said, "Your immortal way is not complete yet? No magic formula?"
"Almost. There are skills but no Tao." Jing Ze said: "So when I was young, I went out to study, worshipped famous teachers, visited famous mountains and rivers, and tried to find the real way of painting."
"But you came back without progress?"
"Human painting skills are useless to me... If I want to paint spirits, I need immortals." Jingze looked at the distance in a trance and whispered, "It is said that there is a way of painting in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, and the ancestors got it from it. A trace of inheritance. So I went through all the hard work and found the legendary Myriad Dao Immortal Palace."
Qin Yi didn't ask any more, it was obvious that Jingze was a little disappointed by the trip to the Immortal Palace.
Sure enough, he heard Jing Ze say: "There are indeed people who have entered the Taoist temple with piano, poetry, calligraphy and painting, but..." He paused and sighed: "It's not quite what I imagined."
"How to say?"
"It's full of bookworms, painters, piano idiots, chess idiots, and even foodies, gamblers, sex sticks, everyone is obsessed, and they are all crazy. It's not at the same level, you can't see them doing anything else, as if they exist only for those things. Brother Qin, you are a practitioner, do you think they are immortals?"
Qin Yi smiled bitterly: "What kind of cultivator am I... I'm an explorer at best, and I really want to know what an immortal is."
Jingze said categorically: "From the bottom of my eyes, this so-called immortal is already inhuman, not the immortal way in my heart, nor the way I painted in my heart. At that time, when I was young and energetic, as soon as I said this, the Wandao Immortal Palace would not accept it. I am. I have no regrets and go back to my hometown."
Having said that, he drank the wine and said with a smile: "More than ten years of confused exploration, all hesitating on the road, this painting road is still stagnant after all, and I am ashamed of my ancestors."
Qin Yi raised his glass and said, "I think you've got it right."
"Huh?" Jingze shook his head: "Brother Qin, I'm really confused and can't get in."
"What you've been asking for is no longer a skill, but a way. And there are thousands of avenues. It's normal that other people's ways don't match yours. As long as you have your own way, you can go on."
"My own way..."
"Xiongtai doesn't care about reputation, gains and losses, doesn't go with the evil way, doesn't care about the world. I just want to leave a mark on the beauty in my heart. Although it's not like the obsession of Wandao Immortal Palace, but it's the same, how can it not be the Tao?"
"It turns out that this is the Tao..." Jing Ze stared straight at the peach blossoms in the distance: "I have the Tao, why should I seek the Tao from others? I was riding a donkey to find a donkey without knowing it."
He suddenly dug out the peach blossoms that he had spent half of before from the painting basket, and took out a radiant brush.
The colors are swaying, the stars are dotted, and thousands of branches bloom from the scroll. It seems that a peach tree phantom slowly floats in the scroll, and then it is densely packed and sturdy. The shadow of the peach forest appears in the sky, as bright as the clouds.
Qin Yi watched helplessly as the huge spiritual energy of heaven and earth penetrated into Jingze's body, and then it turned into reality, the dantian overflowed, the three gates were fully opened, the mud ball suddenly moved, and the soul fell to the ground.
The heart of the zither dances with three layers of immortals, and the nine energies are reflected in the night.
This painter who has never started to practice Qi has actually created a Taoist body and a qin heart...
Qin Yi was very speechless, but there was no big surprise.
Because he seems to have never practiced, but in fact he has practiced for a long time, which is not the same as the starting point of an ordinary mortal.
Whether or not he has gone through the practice of mana practice is not important to this Dao, because this is just a painter who preserves beauty, not a fighter.
He has learned.
Jingze stood up and bowed to Qin Yichang to the ground: "Thank you, fellow Daoist. In the future, the success of painting is all thanks to the efforts of fellow Daoists."
Do you still think you have achieved nothing? When it comes to the realm of cultivation alone, you have surpassed me all at once, okay... Is it you who failed or I failed
Qin Yi wanted to complain very much, but he also knew in his heart that if he was successful in cultivation, he might not be successful.
It's a different way.
Liusu is saying: "It's very interesting, Qin Yi, Qin Yi, I'm looking forward to Wandao Immortal Palace more and more, this place must be very interesting."
Qin Yi then asked Jingze: "Brother Jing, I'm going to the Myriad Dao Immortal Palace. Are you going to take a look again? Maybe if you go again at this time, you will gain new insights."
Jingze thought about it for a while, and said with a smile, "Go. But I will go slowly. I have painted the beauty that I have missed along the way, and I will not go with Brother Qin."
"Never mind. We are still on the quest for immortality, and there will be a day to meet in the future. I hope Brother Jing will be able to paint by then." Qin Yi bowed and turned around, his sleeves fluttering, and he disappeared into the peach forest. not see.
Jingze watched his back go away, pondered for a moment, then spread out the scroll and quickly painted a picture.
It is Qin Yi in the painting, with a blue shirt and cloth shoes, with a free and easy attitude, floating in the peach forest, like a fairy.
Jingzhe, heaven and earth are born together, all things are honored, and immortals appear.
It is called "Xianzong Tu".
The most puzzling thing for future generations is that the immortal in this fairy trail picture is carrying a mace for some reason. It looks surprisingly harmonious, as if nothing is wrong.