Asked About The World Of Mortals

Chapter 147 People in the Book

The little girl who was painting looked blankly at Qin Yi, and Qin Yi stared blankly at the woman in yellow.

What and what...

What is the history of Nanli? That kind of thing is usually compiled by later generations. If Nanli is not destroyed, where can the history of Nanli come from? Could it be that the Cave Mansion has been in the world for two months and a hundred years?

No, when I left the Cave Mansion, I went to fight against the poor family. What the villagers said was that I hadn’t seen my benefactor for more than two months. This time is correct.

Oh, by the way, daily note, after all, my relationship is all related to the king, princess, and regent. Maybe I have a few notes? Are there any records from those times?

But you saw it? Where were you peeping?

Besides, you have read the book and I was recorded in the book, so you recognize me?

God, you...

Oh yes, this is indeed a cultivator of immortality, it is true that it is a god.

Qin Yi knocked on his head, feeling confused.

I tried to sense the other party's practice, but found that it was as vast as the abyss, and it seemed to be much more unpredictable than Ming He at the Soaring Cloud Realm, and Cheng Cheng at the peak of the Core Condensation.

"Hui...Boss Huiyang?"

This sleepy-eyed woman is a big boss in Huiyang. I don’t know how many levels there are in Huiyang... Excluding Senior Ancient Corpse, this person may be the strongest person I have seen since I started practicing. .

But she looked like she was in her twenties at most, with a confused face and bleary eyes. She squinted slightly at Qin Yi, as if she had to get closer to see clearly. Did she just wake up or is she a little short-sighted? By the way, are there any myopic cultivators? Are you kidding me...

Because I just woke up, my clothes are loose...

Although his practice was very strong, it did not bring any sense of pressure to Qin Yi...

The woman seemed to have seen Qin Yi's appearance clearly, and she stood up straight with satisfaction, and softly chanted: "Qin Yi, the national master, is also a mountain alchemist. In the early days, King Wulie was a prince, and he went to the Fairy Mountain with Princess Zhaoyang in person. He stayed in the thatched cottage and walked with him. Not long ago, he planned to kill Donghua, and Wu Lie was white-headed. Yi went to the Rift Valley alone to extend the life of the king. When he returned, the jade stone had been burned, and Yi saved the orphan girl from the sea of ​​fire. Zhaoyang destroyed the Western Wasteland. , quite good at chess. The world has been established, chess will not receive merit and reward, and he will travel far away. The king deeply respects him. He is the master of Xuguo and will always wait for chess to return. - This is "Nanli Characters", the consulting envoy of Emperor Daqian , compiled by the envoy after he returned home after sorting out what he saw."

Qin Yi listened silently and sighed with sadness in his heart.

It would make sense if Daqian Envoy compiled the character chronicle. This record can be regarded as an objective explanation. There are some errors and omissions in the details. For example, the emotional drama between himself and Li Qingjun was omitted? This content sounds like what Li Qingjun told the messenger himself. He probably doesn't feel embarrassed to talk about emotional drama.

But then again, you have read all these side books, they are really magical.

Listening to others talking about his "history", he actually became a "book person". This experience was really indescribable. Qin Yi sighed, not knowing what he was feeling at this time.

He was silent for a moment, and then the words came to his lips: "Sure enough, with just a few strokes, you can actually write a hundred chapters."

The woman's eyes lit up: "Chapter 100, do you want to write it? I will read it if you write it."

Qin Yi stroked his forehead: "I can't write."

The woman sighed, as if she realized that her disheveled appearance was unsightly. She blushed slightly and straightened her clothes.

The lazy and confused look disappeared, and she really became intellectual and elegant, like the kind of lady who has been influenced by calligraphy and painting since childhood, but she is living in seclusion in the mountains and forests. She has both the bookish atmosphere and the sense of detachment living in Yunxiu, which is beautiful.

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment.

This is also a kind of fairy beauty, which is somewhat different from Ming He's remoteness. Although it is also a bit ethereal, it is more friendly.

The woman actually made a scholarly gesture: "People outside the mountains have seen the people in the book."

Qin Yi shook his head and said: "Since I am standing here, I am no longer a person in the book."

The woman blinked and smiled slightly: "It comes like a spring dream for a long time, and goes like a morning cloud with nowhere to go. After all, it is an illusion before my eyes, or it may not be as real as every word in the book."

After saying that, he turned around and stretched, then clapped his mouth and yawned before going back: "Now that I have seen the people in the book, I am exhausted today, so why not go to sleep. Make some tea and entertain the guests for me."

So what you've been talking about for a long time is actually to die in the light of day, right?

Qin Yi watched her back into the house with his mouth half open, and he couldn't remember how many times he stayed there today. When you tidy up your clothes and bow, it turns out that it's not to say a few words to the guests, but to say goodbye and go back to bed?

The people here are indeed not normal...

"Well, this brother..."

Qin Yi looked down and saw that the little girl named Qingcha was still sitting on the ground looking up at him, her big eyes as pure as the dew on the camellia beside her.

"Brother, are you here to become a disciple, to visit a friend, or to propose marriage?"

"Huh? Proposing a marriage?"

"Master said that if you come here and don't directly tell your intention, and refuse to leave, it's probably because you have plans for me..." Qingcha looked at him pitifully: "Don't have plans for me, I'm so young."

Qin Yi had a black line on his forehead: "If you don't tell me why you're here and won't leave, it's probably because you have an agenda for your master. What are your intentions for you, a little girl?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Qingcha running away on the ground: "Master, master, this man said he has plans for you."

Qin Yi: "?"

A woman's lazy voice came from inside the house: "I have painting skills, but I don't practice painting. I know a lot of words, but I don't read. The cocoons in my hands are not pens and ink, but weapons. The Tao is there, everyone can see it, and know it There are only a few of them, that's all. Whether you seek a teacher, a Taoist priest, or a bride, please come back."

Qin Yi finally understood the reason why she died after meeting the person in the book.

He is not the national master Piaomiao she imagined, but rather a common man.

Qingcha was knocking on the door: "Master, stop pretending, it's rare for someone to want you. I don't think you are an idiot because you only know how to read and draw, and I don't think you sleep like a pig every day..."

A gentle breath of air came from nowhere, tied up Qingcha, then slammed to the ground and sat in the splits.

Qingcha was so painful that she burst into tears.

Qin Yi laughed dumbly and suddenly felt that it was very fun here.

This Myriad Dao Immortal Palace, two hills, is almost like two worlds. I really don’t know how interesting this so-called “all things in the world” are.

But Qin Yi also felt a little "exhausted". It seemed that watching Wandao was not very interesting, and it would not help him to break through the heart of the piano. I'm afraid it would be the same if he looked for other places to watch.

However, Liu Su looks at these from a different perspective, and we need to look at Liu Su's opinions. Then he asked Liu Su secretly: "Do you want to see anything else?"

Liu Su said: "I have exhausted all my fun today. It will be getting late. Let's see tomorrow. But we are just trying so little, just like looking at the flowers, and the gains are too little. I suggest you stay here tonight and talk to this woman. Maybe I will gain something - a master of calligraphy and painting in the realm of Huiyang, tsk, it is really amazing."

Qin Yi knelt down and asked Qingcha: "Little sister, do you have any guests here?"

Qingcha looked at him as if he were a pervert: "Come down the mountain and pass the battle, Shi Gui's right arm, Qunfang Garden in the town is suitable for you. If you look at me with such a vulgar look again, be careful I beat you."

"How in the world am I so wretched? This is obviously kind."

Qingcha doubted: "Really?"

"real!"

"Oh." The little girl scratched her head: "Do you really want to be my master?"

"Little girl, can you grasp the key point? All I want is to stay overnight. Do you understand?"

"Follow me." Qingcha pulled his sleeves and walked toward the guest house, whispering in a low voice: "I'm telling you, Master loves reading, calligraphy, and painting. As long as you can impress her with any of them, maybe you can You can be my master."

"I said I was just borrowing..."

"I've heard this excuse a lot. In the end, I was beaten all over the head by the master and thrown down the mountain. This kind of old trick can't fool the smart Qingcha at all."

(End of chapter)