Asked About The World Of Mortals

Chapter 135 Painting

"What the hell... I said it's tens of thousands of miles, but it's actually several times that much! Tang Monk, who is one hundred thousand miles away, has been away for ten years. How long will I have to go..."

At dusk, Qin Yi staggered into a city.

He traveled thousands of miles in a few days. He thought he would be within a tenth of the distance. However, after comparing it with the mark on the jade slip left by Ming He, he found that the distance from Myriad Dao Immortal Palace had moved a little. It looks like less than one tenth.

Ming He originally just left a rough mark instead of drawing a map. The so-called tens of thousands of miles were the straight-line distance between the marks.

The tragedy is that Qin Yi cannot fly.

He is able to control the wind and soar the clouds, which is obviously a basic symbol of the soaring cloud realm. He is still far from being able to reach the Qinxin level.

In addition to flying in the clouds and mists, there are two other flying methods that can be used at low levels. The first is flying mounts or flying Law Weapons, including sword flying by sword cultivators; the second is special escape methods, such as thunder escape, wind escape, etc. For example, Qingxu was able to escape from earth at first, and the woman in Myriad Manifestations Forest Net Sect. It can also perform Shadow Escape, but has more stringent conditions for use.

Qin Yi didn't learn the Five Elements technique here at all. Even if he specifically learned Fire Escape, it wouldn't be used on a daily basis when he was on the road, let alone the Escape technique. Flying Law Weapon...Does the Demon-Slaying Sword that can barely fire one move count?

The result of not being able to fly is that if you have to climb mountains or cross rivers, how many times the straight-line distance of tens of thousands of miles should actually be multiplied?

Qin Yi almost wanted to cry.

Liu Su gloated: "I told you to pretend. I asked Ming He for a flying law weapon. There's no way she wouldn't give it to you. But you asked for someone else's person, hahahaha..."

Qin Yi glared angrily: "It's not because a dead stick can't fly!"

"You have such a bad stick, you should hide and laugh." Liu Su said contemptuously: "Ignorant idiot."

Qin Yi said: "Don't say that I don't know the goods. Ming He, a high-ranking sect, has never shown any special inquiries about this stick. I do believe that this stick is very powerful, but it is hidden too deeply, right?"

"Return to nature, that's it. Let Ming He's master come, maybe he can find some special things, Ming He can forget about it." Liu Su didn't want to say more, just said: "Anyway, if you want to sacrifice this stick, The gap is too outrageous, it can't be done. Even if it can be done, I won't let you do it."

"Huh? What does this mean?"

"In my current state, broadly speaking, there is nothing wrong with me being the weapon spirit of this stick. If I really sacrifice my soul with you, then I will really become your weapon spirit... It would be nice if I don't take away your body. Do you still want to Take me in? Just go to sleep."

"Hmm...that means my life, Law Treasure, can't choose this stick?"

"Let's talk about it then. If I reshape my body, then you can refine this stick however you want. Before that, you can only use it as a pure weapon to smash."

"Damn, I told you earlier."

"If I had told you earlier, you wouldn't ask Ming He for the Law Treasure. You have such a shameless manly self-esteem, haha..."

"..."

Liu Su added: "Anyway, your top priority now is to find a flying Law Weapon, or to catch a flying monster as a mount. Otherwise, if you wait for you to slowly walk to the Myriad Dao Immortal Palace, I'm afraid your beard will grow... …”

Qin Yi misses Ye Ling very much at this moment...

Walking on the city streets and looking at the bustling crowds of people, Qin Yi was very confused. Where can I find the flying Law Weapon in this mortal world?

Ming He once said that Qin Yi's level has long been different from that of ordinary people. As long as you step into the world, you will naturally find immortals everywhere.

Hope that's the case.

Just like you can meet a perfect electric mouse in a small town, but to ordinary people, he is just a fat shopkeeper.

Walking into an inn in the city and looking at the thin shopkeeper inside, Qin Yi suddenly felt a little nostalgic. It seemed that the fat one was cuter.

"What would you like, sir?"

"Come on two pounds of wine and a portion of any of the signature dishes."

The waiter looked at Qin Yi doubtfully, can he eat this delicate look?

Qin Yi sold a piece of silver.

Nothing is lacking except gold and silver.

The waiter immediately nodded and bowed: "Please wait a moment, sir. You'll be here soon."

"Wait a minute." Qin Yi asked: "Are there any Taoist or Buddhist temples or any unique scenery near this city?"

"There are many Taoist Buddhist temples..." the waiter said with a smile: "For example, Hongfa Temple on Pudu Mountain in the east of the city is a famous local temple. Even some high officials of the imperial court were inspired by Buddhism to become monks here."

Qin Yi was startled for a moment, and immediately remembered the game he had played before: "Hey, don't people often disappear here? Or do you want to become a monk after entering the temple?"

"What's the matter? Guests can really joke." The waiter laughed and said, "I went to pray to Buddha yesterday, and I didn't see that I wanted to become a monk. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old son. How can I become a monk?"

Qin Yi nodded dully and didn't ask any more questions.

Not long after, a table of wine and food was served, and Qin Yi started to sweep away.

From the second child to the diners next to him, everyone was dumbfounded. Is this delicate and handsome boy the reincarnation of a starving ghost?

God knows he hasn't eaten properly for more than two months...

Cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals is not how people live...

I have never felt that such a table of ordinary food and wine was so delicious. Liu Su hasn't eaten for tens of thousands of years. No wonder when I first absorbed the Haunting Soul Grass, it was so happy that it almost flew away. It's completely understandable!

While he was devouring his food, he heard laughter from others: "Hey, the talented scholar from Beijing University is back sketching again?"

The drinkers all laughed: "Whose lady was painted today?"

"Is there any young lady who has fallen in love with the famous paintings of a talented man from Beijing University, and is tempted to spend a lot of money on a talented and beautiful woman to have a bridal chamber, hahaha..."

Qin Yi was still biting the chicken leg. Hearing this, he couldn't help but turn around and look at it.

But I saw a young man in his twenties, holding a large roll of drawing paper in his left hand, and holding a basket in his right hand, which contained several brushes, inks and pigments.

He was wearing a scholar's uniform, which was a little dirty and torn, and there were traces of paint accidentally spilled on it. His appearance is not very handsome, but he can be called handsome. He has a quiet temperament. He should be from a rich family. At this time, he didn't say anything in the face of everyone's ridicule. He just sat silently and said slowly: "Two steamed buns...a pot of water."

Everyone's laughter became even louder: "Did you only earn two copper coins today? Could it be that you stole a picture of someone's wife and got beaten up?"

"How can a painting, a painter's matter, be called stealing?" Master Na Jing finally retorted.

Qin Yi was stunned when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed: "Do you know how to do it?"

Mr. Jing was stunned: "What is that?"

“Four ways to write fennel beans.”

"I don't know, isn't there only one kind?"

Qin Yi was bored and sighed: "Come on, sit here and I'll treat you to a meal."

Mr. Jing looked at him inexplicably: "I'm not familiar with you."

Qin Yi smiled slightly and pointed to his nose: "Although what I am doing now is extremely inconsistent with my profession and is not even the same painting style, I am indeed a painter."

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(End of chapter)