Asked About The World Of Mortals

Chapter 149 The Heart of Qin Begins (5000 additional updates, the explosive update event is completed)

Early the next morning, Qin Yi arrived in front of the main house and wanted to find the woman to say goodbye.

This time the main room was not closed, and Qin Yi saw the woman leaning against the window, holding a book in her hand, and reading.

The early morning sun shone on her body, giving her skin a soft halo. Her eyes were quiet and her temperament was lazy. A cup of hot tea was in her hand, lightly emitting water vapor, slowly flowing around her, adding a hint of haziness. feel.

Qin Yi felt that the way this woman read a book was already picturesque.

When I glanced at it, I saw the little tea girl with her face covered with water, sitting next to her sniffling and drawing.

Qin Yi looked at her drowned look and wanted to laugh a little, and asked, "What's going on?"

Qingcha sniffed and said, "Master used me to make tea again..."

While speaking, the woman picked up the tea cup with bare hands, took a long sip, and put it back again, her eyes never leaving the book for a moment.

Qin Yi only had a string of ellipses in his heart.

I dare you to enlighten a piece of tea leaf as a disciple. Is it for this purpose?

"Um..." He finally broke the peaceful atmosphere where the woman was reading and said, "I'm grateful to be staying the night, and I came here to say goodbye."

The woman turned to look at him, smiled slightly, and put down the book.

"This "Jin Ping Mei" is what you asked them to copy to me?" She said with a half-smile: "Is this a retaliation for me using women to test you?"

"Ah ha ha ha..." Qin Yi laughed, and then said solemnly: "This book is not that simple."

"Hmm... the brushwork is cold and stern, and the world's conditions are fully displayed. It's like entering a painting, and you can see the appearance of a country from one market place. It's a truly masterpiece." The woman pondered: "But the customs and customs seem to be different from those of other countries I know. It has nothing to do with you Nanli."

"I don't know this. I didn't write it. I just saw it by chance. It's signed Lan Ling, 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 slightly famous, it is impossible for me not to know about them." The woman said calmly: "So there is no need to say such nonsense about others, it was written by you. "

"..." Doesn't anyone believe the truth these days?

There was a smile in the woman's eyes again: "You can't see a leopard until you see it. Wouldn't it be more suitable for you to eat, drink, whore, and gamble? What are you doing here on my piano, chess, calligraphy and painting mountain?"

"Eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling are not my ways." Qin Yi said seriously: "On the contrary, the sound of the piano is faint, the painting is floating, and the fairyland's artistic conception is coming to my face, so it is more suitable for me. If senior doesn't use the soul of painting to seduce me, I would rather be here. Stay a few more days.”

"Wait a minute." The woman said displeased: "What senior? Am I very old?"

Qin Yi shut up and didn't answer.

I can't tell someone's true age with this method. After reaching a certain level of practice, I can't even tell the so-called "bone age" because they have long been reborn and are no longer the same as before.

But the logic is that those who have reached the level of Huiyang boss, if they think about it with their toes, they must be at least a thousand-year-old monster.

The woman stared at him for a while and then said slowly: "My surname is Ju, Ju Yunxiu."

Living among the clouds...suits her very well. There is really no human atmosphere in her, only bookishness, poetry and picturesqueness, and a kind of... strange amusement?

Qin Yi cupped his hands and said, "Okay, senior."

Ju Yunxiu was furious: "Am I telling you my name so that you can add your surname when you call me senior?"

Qin Yi was helpless: "Can't I call you Yunxiu?"

Ju Yunxiu said calmly: "Is there anything wrong? Isn't the name just for calling?"

Qin Yi was stunned.

Ju Yunxiu pondered for a moment and then asked: "When I watched you paint with Qingcha, and when you touched the painting of ladies last night, you observed the brushwork and utensils. This is the observation angle of someone who has studied painting, not a layman."

"Yes." Qin Yi was a little embarrassed: "I have learned a few things..."

Basically, it can be said that if you put aside new painting methods such as sketching and just talk about the level of painting, you, a university monk, are not at the same level as Immortal Dao, who specializes in this art. They can't even compare with tea. I'm so embarrassed to say that I studied painting. Moreover, my love level is relatively low, so it would be too reluctant to say that I am a person in this way.

Ju Yunxiu added: "You can write stories and miscellaneous books... don't say you didn't write them. The books of Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting don't just refer to calligraphy, but works. The works include poems, songs, and historical stories."

Qin Yi could only say: "Ex...oh, what does Sister Yunxiu want to say?"

Ju Yunxiu turned to look at the rising sun outside the window for a long time, seeming to be thinking about something. After a while, he whispered: "There is no one in Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting Mountain."

"Well?"

"Uncle Master, who is a chess fanatic, is the only one left, supporting the chess scene and constantly dragging others to play chess. As for the piano, calligraphy, and painting... I am the only one left."

Qingcha raised her little hand: "Master and I."

"Put a piece of tea into the water yourself. You have no business interrupting."

Tea and tears flow.

Ju Yunxiu turned to look at Qin Yi: "I know you are here to seek enlightenment, or you may want to become a disciple. I am the master of this peak, and also the master of the chess, calligraphy and painting sect in the Myriad Dao Immortal Palace. Qin Yi, are you willing? Enter my mountain gate?"

"Become a disciple?" Qin Yi shook his head: "No."

Ju Yunxiu said: "I know that you are not following the path of calligraphy and painting, but the traditional Immortal Dao. I hope you can get started because you are somehow related to this path and have a certain interest, so you can leave this inheritance. Just in case in the future I am wrong. There are people who can pass on this Tao instead of forcing you to really turn to this Tao and study it carefully. You can be understood as a protector or a guest. You are not bound by the rules of the sect, but you enjoy the honor and treat each other secretly. You are open, it is easy to break through Qinxin, what do you think?"

Qin Yi hesitated for a moment, but insisted: "I don't want to become a disciple."

"Oh?" Ju Yunxiu asked curiously: "Xianhe Chuanyin, you are an Independent Cultivator. Could it be that you already have a master and you are lying to it?"

Qin Yi said seriously: "I received the inheritance by chance. I don't even know what my master looks like, but in my heart, he is my master. No matter how many advantages your sect has and 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 Niwan suddenly jumped.

These days, I have been feeling the unbreakable heart of the piano, looking for opportunities everywhere, and it seems that I am about to break through because of such a sentence.

Liu Su watched silently and sighed softly.

It's not because of one sentence.

Qinxin is the clear mind, which is to verify one's own way. Qin Yi has a way, he just needs to practice it instead of searching in confusion. Qin Yi was already on the verge of breaking through on the way to Myriad Dao Immortal Palace, but he didn't come just now.

Whether it was the chivalry in the temple before, the angry killing of adulterous monks, or the burning of Buddhist temples; or yesterday's refusal to eat, drink, whoring and gambling; or the polite refusal of last night's temptation to draw souls... This is a process of practice, step by step, accumulating sand. into a tower.

Including the current insistence on not becoming a disciple, it is also one of Qin Yi's practices. It is part of his chivalrous heart and the basic values ​​of this man.

Although in its opinion, it is extremely stupid.

But... I have to admit, I'm quite happy.

It sighed softly: "Get started, Qin Yi. The accumulation a large sect can give you is far more beneficial than traveling around with me."

Qin Yi didn't speak, he was silently feeling the process of the mist in his body turning into water droplets.

Ju Yunxiu leaned softly, holding her pink cheeks in her delicate hands, watching Qin Yi's breakthrough with interest.

An Independent Cultivator, at such a young age, with such a solid practice... It's nothing more. He can really break through the heart of the piano by asking around. This is an extremely rare thing in the Apex Level sect, let alone an Independent Cultivator.

Therefore, Xianhe sent word yesterday that this young man is probably a genius, and he hopes to keep him in the door as much as possible.

Originally, she was not interested, because Qin Yi looked delicate on the surface, and the records in the book were also elegant, but in reality he was a "vulgar martial artist", which did not suit her taste. But after the test, it was very satisfying.

That love for beautiful scenery is the soul of painting.

The resistance to the temptation of the painting soul is only one of the verification of character. In fact, the biggest key point is that in the way of a painter, you cannot have the idea of ​​painting something to enjoy. If you really have such an idea, it is impossible to achieve this way.

Qin Yi passed this test perfectly.

And then, there are actually gifts...

Putting aside the eroticism in it, the worldly sentiments are so profound that the writing has become Taoist.

A "vulgar martial artist" unexpectedly fits the needs of her profession.

He is still a genius who can get into the heart of the piano... It's a pity that he has no intention of doing this.

As Qin Yi's heart gradually solidified, Ju Yunxiu suddenly said: "What if you don't want to become a master and you are only worthy of my senior sister and brother? My master has died long ago, and no one wants you to kowtow."

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment, this seemed... hard to refuse...

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