Early the next morning, before Qin Yi arrived at the main house, he wanted to say goodbye to the woman.
This time the main house was not closed, Qin Yi saw the woman leaning against the window at a glance, holding a scroll and reading a book.
The early morning sun shone on her body, which made her skin have a soft halo, her eyes were quiet and her temperament was lazy, and a hot tea was in hand, with a touch of water vapor. sense.
Qin Yi felt that the way the woman herself was reading was already picturesque.
Glancing at, I saw the little girl Qingcha with water on her head and face, sitting beside her and drawing with her nose sniffling.
Qin Yi wanted to laugh when she saw her like a chicken in soup, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qing Cha snorted and said, "Master took me to make tea again..."
While speaking, the woman picked up the tea cup in her hands, took a long sip, and put it back again, her eyes never leaving the scroll for a moment.
There was only a string of ellipses left in Qin Yi's mind.
Dare you to make a piece of tea as an apprentice, is it for this purpose
"That..." He finally broke the quiet atmosphere of the woman's reading, and said, "I am here to say goodbye because of the accommodation."
The woman turned her head and glanced at him, smiled slightly, and put down the scroll.
"This "Jin Ping Mei" is what you asked them to transcribe to me?" She said with a half-smiling smile, "Is this a retaliation to my using women to test you?"
"Ahahaha..." Qin Yi snorted, and quickly said solemnly, "This book is not that simple."
"Well... the brushwork is cold and the world is full of feelings. It's like entering a picture scroll. You can know the appearance of a country from a market. It's a really good work." You have nothing to do with Nanli."
"I don't know this, I didn't write it, I just saw it by chance, signed Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng."
"Once this kind of work comes out, there will be people who will follow it. As long as the world's literary works are a little famous, it is impossible for me not to know about it." The woman said lightly: "Therefore, there is no need to say such nonsense that others do, it is you who wrote it. "
"..." Is it true that no one believes the truth these days
The woman's eyes smiled again: "Looking at the spot and seeing the leopard, you are familiar with the ways of playing inside... Shouldn't the way of eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling be more suitable for you? What are you doing on the mountain of my piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"
"Eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling is not my way." Qin Yi said seriously: "But the sound of the piano is faint, the painting is fluttering, and the mood of the immortal family is coming to my face, which is more suitable for me. If the seniors don't have to lure me with painting souls, I would like to be here. Stay a few more days."
"Wait." The woman said displeased: "What senior? Am I very old?"
Qin Yi kept his mouth shut and didn't answer.
With this method, I can't tell the real age of others. After a certain practice, I can't even read the so-called "bone age", because I have already been reborn, and it is not the original bone.
But the logic is there. Those who have practiced Huiyang's boss, think with their toes, and know that at least they are the bottom of the millennium old monster.
The woman glared at him for a while, then said slowly, "My surname is Ju, Ju Yunxiu."
Living among the clouds... it suits her very well. She really can't see the fireworks in the world, only the bookish and poetic, and a kind of... strange funny
Qin Yi cupped his hands and said, "Okay, senior."
Ju Yunxiu was furious: "Did I tell you your name so that you can add your surname when you call your senior?"
Qin Yi was very helpless: "Can't I call you Yunxiu?"
Ju Yunxiu said lightly: "Is there anything you can't do? Isn't the name used to call it?"
Qin Yi was stunned.
Ju Yunxiu pondered for a moment, and then asked: "When I watched you see the painting of tea, and last night when I touched the picture of a lady, I observed the brushwork and utensils. This is the perspective of learning to paint, not a layman."
"Yes." Qin Yi was a little embarrassed: "I have learned a little..."
Basically, it can be said that if you put aside new painting methods such as sketching, if you only talk about the level of painting, you are not at the same level as a university monk and other people who specialize in this way of immortality. He can’t even compare with clear tea. I'm sorry to say that I learned to draw. Moreover, his degree of love is relatively low, and it is too reluctant to say that people in this way are too reluctant.
Ju Yunxiu said again: "You can write stories and miscellaneous books... Don't say that you didn't write them. The books of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting do not only refer to calligraphy, but works. The works include poems and songs, as well as stories from scriptures and history."
Qin Yi had no choice but to say: "Qian... Oh, what did Sister Yunxiu want to say?"
Ju Yunxiu turned to look at the rising sun outside the window for a long time, as if thinking about something. After a while, he said in a low voice, "The Mountain of Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting, there is no one left."
"Uh?"
"Only the chess idiot Shishu is left, holding on to the chess scene, pulling others to play chess at every turn. And the piano, the book, the painting... I'm the only one left."
Qing Cha raised her little hand: "Master and me."
"A piece of tea, soak it in the water by yourself, you don't have to interrupt."
Tea tears run.
Ju Yunxiu turned to look at Qin Yi: "I know that you are here to seek the Tao, or to be a teacher. I am the master of this peak and the master of the painting and calligraphy school of Qin, chess and chess in the Ten Thousand Paths Immortal Palace. Qin Yi, would you like to? Enter my mountain gate?"
"Worship?" Qin Yi shook his head: "No."
Ju Yunxiu said: "I know that you are not following the way of calligraphy and painting, but the traditional immortal way. I hope you can get started because you are related to this way and have a certain interest, so you can keep this inheritance. I have a mistake, and there are people who can pass on this way, instead of forcing you to really turn to this way and study it. You can understand it as a Dharma protector or a guest, who is not bound by the rules of the family, but enjoys honor, and should be treated in secret. You are open, wanting to break through Qin’s heart is an easy task, what do you think?”
Qin Yi hesitated for a while, but insisted: "I don't take teachers."
"Oh?" Ju Yunxiu said curiously: "Transmission of the crane, you are a loose cultivator. Could it be that you already have a teacher, are you lying to it?"
Qin Yi said seriously: "I inherited it by chance, I don't even know what my master looks like, but in my heart, he is my teacher. No matter how many advantages your sect has or how many benefits it can give me, I will not shout. Someone else is the master. Maybe it doesn't care, but I do."
When he said this, his mud pill suddenly jumped.
These days, I have been comprehending the unbroken heart of Qin, and I have been searching for opportunities everywhere, but it seems that I will break through because of such a sentence.
Tassel watched silently and sighed softly.
Not because of a word.
Qin’s heart is a clear heart, and it is to verify one’s own way. Qin Yi has his own way, he just needs to practice it instead of searching for it in confusion. Originally, Qin Yi was about to make a breakthrough on the way to the Myriad Dao Immortal Palace, so he didn't come at this time.
Whether it’s the former monastery warriors, beheading prostitute monks and burning Buddhist temples; or yesterday’s refusal to enter, eat, drink, prostitute and gamble; or refuse to lure souls last night… This is the process of practice, step by step, sand will become tower.
Including today's insistence on not being a teacher, is also one of Qin Yi's practices, and it is part of his chivalrous heart, the basic values of this man.
Although it seems stupid to death.
But... I have to admit, I am very happy.
It sighed softly: "Get started, Qin Yi, the accumulation that a large sect can give you is far more beneficial than taking me around."
Qin Yi didn't speak, he was silently feeling the process of the mist in his body turning into water droplets.
Ju Yunxiu reclined softly, with her pink cheeks in her slender hands, watching Qin Yi's heart break with great interest.
A loose cultivator, at such a young age, with such a solid practice... That's enough, he can really break through the heart of the piano by asking around, this is an extremely rare thing in a top sect, let alone a loose cultivator.
So yesterday, the crane sound transmission, this young man is likely to be a genius, I hope to keep him in the door as much as possible.
Originally, she was not interested, because Qin Yi looked handsome on the surface, and the records in the book were elegant, but in reality he was a "vulgar warrior", which was not in line with her aesthetics. But under the test, it is very satisfying.
That kind of love for beautiful scenery is the soul of painting.
And the resistance to the temptation of painting the soul, verifying the character is only one of them. In fact, the biggest key point is that the way of the painter, you can't have the idea of painting something and enjoy it. If you really have such an idea, it's impossible to get this way.
Qin Yi passed this test perfectly.
And then, there is actually a gift...
"Jin Ping Mei"... an interesting story.
Leaving aside the eroticism inside, the world's feelings have become three-pointed, and they have entered the Tao in the way of writing.
A "vulgar warrior" who unexpectedly fits her needs very well.
He's still a genius who can get into the heart of the piano... It's a pity that he doesn't have the heart to do this.
As Qin Yi's heart gradually solidified, Ju Yunxiu suddenly said, "What if I don't want you to be a teacher, but only be commensurate with my brother and sister? My master died a long time ago, and no one wants you to kowtow."
Qin Yi was stunned for a moment, this seems... difficult to refuse...
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PS: Today, this explosion is completed, and the 8W word must be there. The total return this time is exactly 20%, which will not fail everyone's joint efforts. I feel like I've fought a big battle, I'm so tired that I'm about to collapse. I hope the quality of the article doesn't decrease much. From tomorrow onwards, the two shifts will return to normal, and they will have to be carefully sculpted.