Asked The Red Dust

Qin Yi thinks this artist is really interesting.

He should be a very just person. Justice is to a somewhat pedantic level, and it does not seem to be pretended.

But he seemed to have a relationship with Vientiane Sen Luozong and was protected by him. Can he and Meng Qingying be a style of painting? There are totally two kinds of people.

Jingze was painting, and felt that Qin Yi was looking at him, and he could not help raising his head and asked, "What have you been watching me for?"

Qin Yi asked: "You are hovering next to the threshold of the monastery, you can't enter, you can get started by a little dial, do you know?"

"know."

"Vientiane Sen Luo Zong is a first-class Demon Sect, and the world ranks the best, do you know?"

Jingze glanced at him again: "I know."

"Since Vientiane Sen Luozong is sheltering you, why don't you learn from Vientiane Sen Luozong?" Qin Yi asked: "This is the immortal fate that the world can't ask for? You don't learn at the door, are you stupid ... … "

Tassel: "Poof ..."

Qin Yi was red-faced and red-faced: "While going on the side, people didn't have trouble worrying about losing their homes."

Jingze is answering: "The Vientiane Sen Luozong is the Demon Sect, and the behavior is not consistent with the next. If you enter the case, you will definitely do a lot of things that are not what you want. So they invited me several times, and I don't want to join the case."

Qin Yiqi said: "Dare love or they invited you? Think you are a special genius?"

"Just because of an ancestral pen of a startling pen, use this pen to draw a portrait, there is the magic of hooking and dementing, and it is in harmony with certain techniques of Vientiane Sen Luozong. But this requires the way of painting, drawing the spirit of the other party, It would n’t make sense if this person wo n’t take the pen, of course I hope I can join. ”

"So it turns out, Vientiane Sen Luozong speaks so well, doesn't force you to protect you instead?"

"Probably hope that I am sincere, because they want to accept a person in this direction, instead of just asking for a dog, otherwise it would be okay to make me a puppet, so why invite?" Jingze sighed: "So It's just embarrassing my life. Sooner or later, I won't be able to control it, and I will throw them in. "

"Interesting, you and Vientiane Sen Luo Zong are very interesting." Qin Yi smiled with a palm.

Turning my head to see that the fire in the temple is getting bigger and bigger, the tongue of fire has begun to extend to the nearby Taolin, but it is only blocked by an invisible aura, and it will not burn in the past one and a half.

But it is obvious that the protection of Jingze painting is too weak, and it will not be able to prevent it sooner or later.

Qin Yi was also reluctant to burn such a beautiful Tao Lin, so he reached out and pinched a tactic.

The flame tongue is strangely no longer clashing left and right, just violently to the sky, and can never burn Taolin again.

Jing Ze looked in surprise and asked, "Is this hand difficult?"

"It's not too difficult. What you want is control, you don't need any power." Qin Yi smiled and said: "Don't you learn?"

Jingze thought for a while, then shook his head again, and smiled: "At this time, the spring breeze is warm, the evil cave is gone, this peach forest is more and more gorgeous. I think that you are also a person who loves beauty, and I hope to be under the peach blossoms. Wine, a drink? "

Qin Yi looked at him: "You seem to have no money."

Jing Zedao: "Today you can invite me."

Qin Yi laughed.

In the depths of Taolin, there is a stone pavilion to welcome guests. Today, such a mess, tourists are gone, but clean.

Qin Yi went to the wine shop outside to buy wine, and the two sat in the stone pavilion, relatively drinking.

It seems that Jingze hasn't had a drink in a long time, but after a sip, he has some alcohol on his face, but his expression is farther and farther away. He looks at the long Taolin and seems to be remembering.

Qin Yi knew that he wanted to tell a story, and did not urge him. The feeling of Tao Li Chunfeng's glass of wine made him feel a little literary, and his poetic sentiment was very big, but it was a pity that he had no goods in his stomach and could not read poetry.

"My family is a heir to calligraphy and painting. When I was very young, painting was appreciated by famous masters and praised as prodigy." Jing Ze finally said: "But in fact, although I have some talent, I should not be praised. Because Our family passed on painting techniques, not human skills, and it is true that Xianjia Taoism. It is strange to take Xiandao to paint the world. "

Qin Yi said, "Your fairy path hasn't been completely transmitted yet? No law?"

"Almost. Skills but no way." Jingze said: "So when I was a teenager, I went out to study, worshiped famous teachers, visited famous mountains and rivers, and tried to find the true way of painting."

"But did you come back without improvement?"

"Human painting skills are no longer useful to me ... I want to paint the soul, and I need immortals." Jingze looked at the distant place in a low voice, and whispered: "It is said that there is a way to paint in Wandao Immortal Palace, and the ancestors got it from it. A trace of heritage. So I went through all my hard work and found the legendary Wandao Xian Palace. "

Qin Yi didn't ask anymore, it was obviously that the trip to Wandao Xiangong disappointed Jingze.

Sure enough, he listened to Jingze: "There are indeed people who have entered the poetry, poetry, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy in the Ten Thousand Palaces, but ..." He paused and sighed: "Not quite the same as I thought."

"How to say?"

"It's full of bookworms, painting fans, piano fans, chess fans, even foodies, gambling ghosts, color sticks, everyone obsessed, all crazy, known as the world. There are also known as crazy people in the world, can compare with them. Not at all, you ca n’t see them doing anything else, as if they exist only for those things. Brother Qin, you are a practitioner, do you think this is a fairy? "

Qin Yi smiled slightly: "I am a practitioner ... I am an explorer at most, and I really want to know what a fairy is."

Jingze said flatly: "In the view of the following, this number is called a fairy, which is no longer human. It is not the fairy road in my heart, nor the painting road in my heart. At that time, I was young and vigorous. I am. I have no regrets and went home. "

Speaking of which, he drank the wine and laughed: "Over ten years of confusion and exploration, all hesitating on the road, this painting path is still stagnant after all, ashamed of his ancestors."

Qin Yi raised his toast and said, "I think you are almost done."

"Huh?" Jingze shook his head: "I don't hide Brother Qin, I'm really confused, and I can't enter through it."

"What you are asking for is no longer a skill, but a way of seeking. And there are thousands of roads. It is normal for other people's ways to be inconsistent with you. As long as you have your own way, go on."

"My own words ..."

"Xiongtai doesn't count on reputation, gains and losses, or on the same path as the evil Dao, or on the secular world. I just want to leave a mark on the beauty in my heart. Although it is not like the obsession of the Wan Dao Xian Palace, it is the same as the heart, why is it not the Tao?"

"So this is the way ..." Jingze looked straight at the peach blossoms in the distance with his eyes straight: "I have a way of myself, why should I ask others' way? I ride a donkey to find a donkey without knowing it."

Suddenly he turned out the peach blossoms he had spent half before pulling out of the painting basket, and then touched out a light brush.

The colors swayed, a little bit of stars, and thousands of branches bloomed from the scroll. It seemed that a peach wood shadow slowly floated in the scroll, and then it was dense and vigorous, and thrived, and the shadow of the peach forest appeared in the sky.

Qin Yi watched the huge heaven and earth spirits penetrate into the body of Jingze, and then from the virtual reality, Dan Tian overflowed, the three levels opened, the mud pill suddenly moved, and the soul fell to the ground.

Qin Xin's three-fold dancing fetus immortal, nine qi yingming out the night.

This painter who hasn't started to practice energy has actually created a road tire and has become a piano heart ...

Qin Yi was very speechless, but there was no big accident.

Because he does n’t seem to have practiced, it has been practiced for a long, long time, and it ’s not the same as the starting point of an ordinary mortal ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It does n’t matter if the mana has been trained or not, because it ’s just a retention A good painter, not a fighter.

He has won the word.

Jingze stood up and faced Qin Yichang to the ground: "Thank you, Daoyou, and the painting will be successful in the future, all thanks to Daoyou's contribution."

Do you think you can do nothing? You alone exceed the realm of spiritual practice at once, okay ... are you hanging or am I hanging?

Qin Yi wanted to vomit, but he knew in his heart that if he succeeded in cultivation, he might not succeed.

This is a different road.

Tassel is saying: "Interesting is very interesting, Qin Yi Qin Yi, I am looking forward to Wan Dao Xian Gong more and more, this place must be very interesting."

Qin Yi asked Jingze: "Brother Jing, I'm going to Wandao Immortal Palace. Would you like to take another look? Maybe I will go again at this time and have a new understanding."

Jing Ze thought for a while and smiled: "Go. But I will go slowly. I have painted the beauty I have missed all the way, so I will not go with Brother Qin."

"It's okay. In the search of Xiandao, there will still be a meeting in the future, I hope Brother Jing will draw the gods when the time comes." Qin Yi saluted, turned around, her sleeves fluttered, and disappeared into Taolin, gradually not see.

Jing Ze watched his back go away, pondering for a moment, and then spread out the scroll and quickly drew a picture.

In the painting, it is Qin Yi, with blue shirts and shoes, free and easy mood, floating in the peach forest like a fairy.

Frightened, the world is coexistent, all things are proud, and there are immortals.

The name is "Xian Zong Tu".

The most puzzling thing for future generations is that the fairy in this fairy track figure somehow carried a mace in his hand. It is reasonable to say that this crude tool will destroy the meaning of the fairy track, which can be drawn. It seems strange but extremely harmonious, as if it is not right.