Asked The Red Dust

Qin Yi is indeed a painter. It's just that he belongs to a type that doesn't have a passion for his profession. After traversing for so long, he sketched a distant view of Xianji Mountain in the first month and hung it on the wall to make a decoration. I haven't painted anymore since then, and my professional qualities have been used to draw symbols, I don't know if his teacher will be angry when he sees ...

Presumably, there is nothing to be mad at. It is similar to the countless people who have found a job that does not work in the profession. I do n’t know why I have studied for four years in college. Anyway, he still uses symbols ...

So at this moment, he still has a little sense of closeness to this son of Jing, but he is a "walker" anyway.

And he also sensed some auras in him.

It's not really practice, it's a bit like getting close to the door but getting out of it. The only thing missing is an expert. Qin Yi was still thinking about a few words. If he pleased him one or two if he was pleasing to his eyes, would it be a "fairy man stroking me" pretending to be a legend?

As a result, Qin Yi's enthusiasm invited him to touch his nose.

Mr. Jing ignored him, finished eating the buns by himself, and quickly left in the laughter of everyone.

Xiao Erduan came over and smiled, "The guest official is kind, but the son of Jing is so energetic that he won't be favored easily."

"What's the favor of eating a meal?"

"The grace of a meal is also grace."

"Hmm ..." Qin Yi asked: "What's the matter with this son, seeing his good temperament, can't he sell?"

"The son of Jing is called Jing Ze, and his family is originally a celebrity in this place. His parents are all famous painters and calligraphers. The visitors are endless and very famous." Xiao Erdao said: "This Jing Ze is also famous in his childhood. I came back from studying abroad a few years ago, and I do n’t know what kind of kiln sister I slept for a few years. What I came back to painting did not grow at all. The things you painted in adulthood are still similar to those in childhood. Who bought your paintings? "

Qin Yi was stunned: "The standard start of genius becoming firewood is this ..."

"Guest, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing, you continue."

"When his parents passed away, his paintings could not be sold, and there were no other livelihoods, and his family hadn't fallen. He refused to change half of the seller's stuff. He had to sell his paintings to make a living by himself, so he could only eat bread. Now. "

Qin Yi nodded: "It's a good manner, very good."

In my heart, it ’s no wonder that Mr. Jing has a feeling of lingering in the path of monasticism. If this kind of experience can maintain the mentality, it can be considered a way to some extent.

Xiao Er's expression is a little weird, he just wants to stop talking. Does he think it's stupid? It is also that the city owner and the Beijing family are old, and they still take care of one or two, others dare not mess up. Otherwise, there is no nursing home in his house. If you do n’t sell those famous paintings and antiques, will you be touched cleanly sooner or later?

Qin Yi also asked things casually, not really wanting to manage the son of Beijing, and even less likely to argue with Xiaoer.

After dinner, I stayed at the inn that night and took a short rest.

In the past few days, they have ran thousands of miles, and counted through a few southern borders. Rao has already practiced well, or he is not too tired. Tomorrow I plan to visit Hongfa Temple to see if I can find the true practitioner, and use the magic medicine of the elixir for another magic weapon ...

The night is quiet and the lights are everywhere.

Qin Yi stood in front of the window of the inn's house and looked at the Buddha's light in Hongfa Temple in the distance.

I was a little disappointed.

The so-called "Buddha Light", according to Xiao Er's view, is a relic of a high monk, and it contains infinite Dharma, so there is a Buddha light shining at night. However, under Qin Yi's observation, it was just a relic that sealed the radiance, and it had no mana at all, so it used light to lure people.

From here, the "high monks" inside were either abducted or abducted, or had only a little low-end practice, and most of them were not as good as Dong Huazi.

The tassel smiled: "It's not unusual. Buddhism and abduction are the most common in the world. How many real practitioners are there? If you go to a town, there is a problem with Taoism. When you go to the city, there are problems with the Buddhist temple. Where is the fairy, but the broom star? "

Qin Yi thinks about it too, that is Conan, and he can't help but shake his head and smile.

"Unfortunately, I hope they really have problems. I want a magic weapon now."

"It's enough to check it out tomorrow. Even if it's not a true practitioner, there are always some precious treasures that can be used for this kind of splendid search for people's wealth. We robbed ourselves to make sacrifices."

"Less nonsense." Qin Yi turned angrily and sat back on the bed: "I will be seduced by you as a devil sooner or later."

Tassel sneered: "Don't be really fragrant by then."

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Qin Yi meditated cross-legged, recovered all night, and went to Hongfa Temple refreshed the next day.

The mountain temple is wide open, and there is a large square in front of the temple. But it is because the left and right peach blossoms are blooming, and the vast sea of ​​flowers is beautiful. Many big girls and daughters-in-law traveled in the sea of ​​flowers, and the faces of the peach blossoms matched each other, and the smiles lingered among them, adding more spring.

While enjoying the beauty, Qin Yi was surprised in his eyes: "This is less than March. The peach blossoms here are really early."

Tassel didn't answer, looked at the colorful flowers quietly, very silent.

I don't know what I remembered.

Qin Yi's eyes were attracted by the stall on the side of the square.

There are stalls selling incense, fruits, etc. At the same time, there are painting booths for portraits of outgoing tourists, just like the photo spots of modern scenic spots.

The son Jingze I saw yesterday sat down to draw.

There are more than one painting booth, and most of them are surrounded by people. Only he is in front of him, and there are few guests.

Is it particularly poorly painted? Qin Yi approached curiously and took a look.

After reading it, I was quite surprised. This painting is very good ...

Qin Yi does not know the state of the development of painting in this world, but it is obvious that it may be stronger than his own world, because this is a world with a very strong aura, and the human "Jingqi" is affected by this, whether it is the vivid painting The means will be different.

At present, Jingze's paintings have given Qin Yi a little of Gu Kaizhi's feelings, and his brushwork is dense, such as spring silkworms spinning silk and flowing water. The folds of the people's clothing in the painting are very fine, the only flaw is ... the eyes are unattractive.

But this is already the level that people have reached when they were "young", which is already a god.

Qin Yi frowned as she turned to look at others' booths.

How to say, most of them are not better than Jingze painting, some are even worse, but others are more willing to paint for them. The reason is actually very simple. Most people do n’t understand professions. It ’s just that Yun Yiyun has a reputation. Heard that Jingze did not grow as well as a child. Who would like to give a portrait of a painter who painted like a child?

Jing Ze finished painting the male guest in front of him, and soon became empty before the booth.

He sighed and didn't stop writing. He pulled the new scroll directly, staring at the woman passing by himself and starting to draw a picture.

The woman seemed conscious, glaring.

Jing Ze laughed: "No money."

The woman pursed her lips and said nothing, and turned to take the maid away. They whispered faintly: "How did this Beijing son ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ become so insignificant and steal paintings from others ..."

Jing Ze has no expression, and still slowly finishes the painting just now.

The light in front of me suddenly dimmed.

Jingze raised his head, but it was the T-shirt man who invited him to dinner yesterday standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile: "How about a picture for me?"

"Okay." Jingze put away the picture of the woman who had previously stolen the painting, and pulled a new piece of paper: "A three-text."

"Sanwen?" Qin Yi shook his head: "You are really worth three men when painting men. But when painting women, you suddenly have a soul in the painting. You can't get one for 30,000 texts, are you free? "

Jingze suddenly looked up and narrowed his eyes.

Qin Yi stared at him closely for a while, and suddenly said: "I want you to draw the kind with soul, and give you three hundred and two silvers."

Jingze lowered his head, as if choosing a paintbrush, and slowly said in his mouth: "Okay, guests please wear women."