The guest house is just behind the main house, quiet and secluded.
Qing Cha took Qin Yi outside the door, and then ran away with her feet scattered, saying that the painting was not finished yet, and that was her homework.
Qin Yi didn't care about the little girl, and stood quietly behind the house watching the scene.
There are a few camellias blooming lightly by the house, and the mountain spring flows under the flower trees. The water is clear and soft. Occasionally, the petals fall and flow with the water, and I don't know where to go.
Looking up and looking into the distance, the sky is dim and yellow, and the distant mountains are vaguely indistinguishable amid the fading clouds. The vast mountains are invisible, vast and distant. There is a crane singing Jiu Gao, and the voice is heard in the sky.
"This scene can be painted." Qin Yi whispered in admiration: "If I was really a painter, I might really want to live here forever and not want to leave."
Tassel said: "When you were in Xianji Village, you still had the heart to see the chirping of insects and cicadas at night, and the beauty of the stars. After leaving the mountain, you became more and more busy, and you lost these."
"Well, in fact, I'm still a little ill-mannered, right?"
"Each each other." Tassel said lightly: "Seeking immortality, what is 'Tao'? Taoism is natural. If even the beauty of nature passes by in a hurry and does not appreciate it, what can we talk about? Dao, it's a bit meaningful, you can read more about it."
"Dao Fa is natural... Even a magic wand like you said so..."
"In the earliest days, there was actually no difference between righteousness and demons, and everyone was close to the original source. The so-called righteousness is just two sides of yin and yang. If you look at the ether, there is no bias." Tassel said: "The same is true for monsters. What is a demon? The soaring crane is not a demon, and the young tea girl is just the tip of a piece of tea leaves, and she is not a demon. The night ling snake is fierce and the sky is raging, so it is a demon... It's hard to say."
"Uh, programming problem?"
"Ha..." Liusu didn't say much, and smiled: "You and I have nothing to say to a guy who has tens of thousands of years of cognitive faults. It's true that you have time to discuss this kind of thing with Minghe."
Qin Yi nodded and looked at the scenery for a while, until the sun completely set and the mountains were as black as ink, he turned around and entered the house.
With a flick of the hand, a spark accurately fell on the lampstand on the table, and the oil lamp lightly lit.
This is not actually a pearl, nor is it illuminated by magic, but lights. A real hermit in the mountains, living among the clouds and returning to nature.
"On the whole, this Ten Thousand Paths Immortal Palace is really not a demon, it's just a different concept." Qin Yi finally said: "If you look at it from this mountain, they are a true fairy family, at least they are more like the Vientiane Sen Luozong. "
Tassel didn't respond, this is what Qin Yi's Qin Xin Sanjie needs to think about, so it is meaningless to talk about it when visiting Dao.
This guest house is also very different.
There are pictures of ladies on all sides, lifelike. If Qin Yi didn't know that it was a painting, Qin Yi might have thought that these were pictures at first glance, and the pixels were still high.
Because it's so real.
It's not like what can be achieved by pen and ink at all, it's just like shooting with a single-lens reflex camera.
Qin Yi reached out and touched one of the paintings, convinced that it was really drawing paper and not a photo.
It's just that the paper is peculiar, the spiritual power is hidden, and even the use of ink is very special.
Just like when he made his own talismans, yellow paper and cinnabar are all rare things, and Jingze was recruited by Vientiane Sen Luozong because he had a frightening pen. The reason is similar. The things in the world cannot be painted as the treasures of the fairy family.
On the other wall facing the bedside table, there is a whole bookcase, which is full of books, densely packed.
Liusu suddenly said: "In general collections, you only need to use Minghe to send you the kind of record jade slips, one spell can collect and record all hundreds of millions of words, and there is no need for such a bookcase. This is a special insistence, don't put other people's books. broken."
Qin Yi made a sound of "um". He could understand the tassel, not to mention the fact that Xianjia also used paper books, which were generally more solemn things, such as Buddhist scriptures. For the women here, basically, any book is treated as a kind of classic.
The ones that will be placed in the guest house are not some obscure classics, but are basically those kinds of folk story books, which are meant to pass the time for the guests to have fun.
Qin Yi took out a book and flipped through it, but it was still interesting.
After all, this is a world with a long-term civilization. If you can enter the Dao of calligraphy and painting, the standard of writing will naturally not be bad.
But looking at it, his eyes were a little straight.
It's actually a harem, and the flavor is quite strong, and some ambiguous scenes can make people blush. Although it's not really a really blatant little Huangwen, it really doesn't look like something women see here...
Well, she probably hasn't read it, but just casually put this kind of idle book in the guest room for the guests to read
If it was before time travel, Qin Yi would probably want to read it, but at this time, he really didn't have much interest in reading the novel, so he just flipped through it and stuffed it back.
It was funny in my heart. In the mundane world, living in the Prince's Mansion, where there should be a lot of books and classics, there are no books in the house. At first, I asked Li Qingjun to find some books for him to read, but Li Qingjun was inexplicably angry. Haven't read this book. In the end, in this fairyland, where the immortals lived in seclusion, they saw a cabinet of idle books, which was really upside down.
In this case, I remember some stories, and it would be good to give it to her tomorrow. It can be regarded as the flowering of Chinese civilization here, and it can be regarded as a good relationship with Huiyang boss.
Thinking of this, Qin Yi stopped observing, put out the candle, and went to bed to meditate.
Since he officially cultivated immortality, his sleep has been completely replaced by meditation, and I really don't know why the woman here can sleep like a pig when his apprentice calls him.
The night is getting darker.
Qin Yi was running Zhou Tian, his mind was mixed, and a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart.
This is a habit brought about after the experience. As early as when he entered the room, he simply arranged a reminder formation, and any force that entered the area would wake him up.
Qin Yi retracted his mind, opened his eyes, and was stunned when he saw this.
On the pictures of the maids on the wall, one of the beautiful women walked down from the painting gracefully. Only the background was left on the painting scroll, and no one was left.
When the woman saw Qin Yi open her eyes and look at him, she just smiled slightly and opened her lips lightly: "The night is bitter and cold, the guests live alone and lonely, and the slave family came to sleep."
"I don't want to sleep."
"Guests don't need to panic." The woman saluted in a temperamental manner: "I can't wait for the soul of the scroll, neither the innocence of the world, nor the seclusion of ghosts and gods. Being lonely with you is something that belongs to the painting soul of the guest house. Besides, I have no meaning to wait."
Qin Yi looked at the other paintings on the wall, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Are you all? Did you paint them specifically for hospitality?"
"Yes." The woman pursed her lips and chuckled, "Could it be that the young master thinks one is not enough?"
Before he finished speaking, the other women on the scroll also walked down, like plums, orchids, bamboo and chrysanthemums, each with different fragrances and enchanting looks, all of them looking down as if they were being picked by you, "Let your son send you."
Qin Yi tutted and sighed: "Learning to learn how to draw actually has such a benefit, can you draw beauties and enjoy yourself?"
"This is the power of the Immortal Family." The headed woman smiled and said, "The master has given me the consciousness of waiting, and I will only exist for the master, and I can use it for whatever I want."
Qin Yi seemed to confirm it and asked again: "You can really do anything?"
The woman winked like silk, stretched out her hand and slightly opened her clothes, and said greasy: "Of course anything is possible."
The other women also blushed with blush and lightly divided their belts.
"Oh." Qin Yi nodded and said seriously: "Since you are the masters here, you must have some basic skills in calligraphy and painting. I have some idle books in my heart, which can be recorded on jade slips. You can copy it into a book and send it to you. The owner of this room, Qin Yi will repay the virtue of staying here."
Several women were stunned.
You stay with us, you can say whatever you want, and finally ask us to copy the book for you
On the couch in the main house, the woman opened her eyes, with a smile that was not a smile, her beautiful eyes shining like stars in the dark night.