Chapter 136 Gintama

Qin Yi is indeed a student of painting. It's just that he belongs to the type who doesn't have much love for his major. After traveling for so long, he sketched a vision of Xianji Mountain in the first month and hung it on the wall as a decoration. After that, he never drew again, and his professionalism was used to draw talismans. I don't know if his teacher will be mad at seeing it...

Presumably there is nothing to be angry about, just like countless people who have found a job with a major that is not suitable for them. They don't know what to use for the things they have learned in four years of university. Anyway, he still used the talisman...

So at this moment, he still has a little sense of closeness to this Mr. Jing, at least he is a "co-worker".

And he also sensed some aura from Mr. Jing.

It's not a real practice, it's a bit like the kind of person who is about to touch the door but can't get in. What's missing is an expert's advice. Qin Yi originally wanted to chat a few words, but if he was pleasing to the eye, it would be considered a pretentious legend of "immortal caressing my head", right?

As a result, Qin Yi's enthusiasm for the invitation turned his nose upside down.

Mr. Jing ignored him, finished eating the steamed buns by himself, and soon left slowly amidst the laughter of the crowd.

Xiao Erduancai came over and said with a smile: "The guest officer is kind, but Mr. Jing has a high spirit, and he won't accept favors easily."

"What kind of favor is a meal?"

"The grace of a meal is also grace."

"Hmm..." Qin Yi asked, "What's the situation with this young master? He has a good temperament, so he can't sell his paintings?"

"This Mr. Jing's name is Jingze. His family is famous in this area. His parents are both famous calligraphers and painters. He has many visitors. He is very famous." Xiaoer said: "This Jingze himself became famous when he was young. He is good at calligraphy and painting. He is called a child prodigy. But A few years ago, when I returned from a study tour, I don’t know why I slept on some kiln sister for a few years, and the things I drew when I came back did not improve at all. When you are an adult, the things you draw are still similar to those when you were a child, who will buy your paintings?”

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment: "The standard opening for a genius to turn into a waste, this is..."

"What did you say, sir?"

"Oh, nothing, you continue."

"When his parents passed away, his paintings could not be sold, and he had no other means of livelihood, so the family situation naturally declined. He still refused to sell half of the things in the seller, and insisted on selling paintings for a living, so he could only eat steamed buns gone."

Qin Yi nodded: "He is a man of integrity, not bad."

He secretly thought in his heart that it was no wonder that Mr. Jing felt a little wandering in the path of cultivating the Tao. If this kind of experience can maintain the mentality, it can be regarded as the Tao to a certain extent.

Xiaoer's expression was a little weird, he hesitated to speak. He thinks it's stupid, is it a fart? It's also because the city lord and the Jing family have an old relationship, and they still take care of one or two, so that others dare not mess around. Otherwise, there is no one in his house to take care of the hospital. If you don't sell those famous paintings and antiques, wouldn't they be wiped clean sooner or later?

Qin Yi just asked casually when he encountered something, he didn't really want to take care of Mr. Jing's affairs, let alone argue with Xiao Er.

After eating, we stayed overnight at the inn for a short rest.

In the past few days, he has been running for thousands of miles, and he has crossed several Nanli borders. Although he has practiced well, he is still very tired. Tomorrow, I plan to visit Hongfa Temple to see if I can find a real practitioner, and use pills and spirit stones for magic weapons...

In the dead of night, there are thousands of lights.

Qin Yi stood in front of the window of the inn room, looking at the Buddha light of Hongfa Temple in the distance.

I was a little disappointed.

According to Xiaoer, the so-called "Buddha's light" is the relic of an eminent monk, which contains infinite Buddhist teachings, so the light of Buddha shines at night. But under Qin Yi's observation, it was just a relic sealed with the Radiant Art, which had no magic power at all, so it used light to deceive people.

From here, it can be seen that the "eminent monks" inside are either deceived or abducted, or they have only a little low-end practice, and most of them are not as good as Dong Huazi.

Liusu laughed: "It's not unusual. In the world of Buddhism and Taoism, most of them are deceived and deceived. How many real practitioners wander in the world? If you go to a town, there will be problems with the Taoist temple, and if you go to a city, there will be problems with the Buddhist temple. What is it that is a fairy everywhere, but a broom star?"

Qin Yi thought about it too, it was Conan, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

"It's a pity, I hope they really have a problem, I want a magic weapon now."

"Just go and have a look tomorrow. Even if you are not a real practitioner, there are always some treasures that can be used in such a magnificent place to search for people's wealth. We just grab them and use them for sacrifice."

"Stop talking nonsense." Qin Yi turned around and sat back on the bed angrily: "Sooner or later, I will be seduced by you and become a devil."

Liusu sneered: "Don't be really fragrant when the time comes."

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Qin Yi meditated with his legs crossed, recovered all night, and went to Hongfa Temple refreshed the next day.

The mountain temple is open, and there is a large square in front of the temple, full of tourists. But it is because the peach blossoms on the left and right are in full bloom, and there is a vast sea of ​​flowers, beautiful and magnificent. Many big girls and young daughters-in-law shuttled through the sea of ​​flowers, their faces matched with peach blossoms, and their laughter lingered among them, adding to the spring scenery.

Qin Yi admired the beautiful scenery with surprise in his eyes: "It's not even March yet, the peach blossoms here bloom really early."

Liusu didn't answer, just quietly looked at the sea of ​​colorful flowers, very silent.

I don't know what I remembered.

At this moment, Qin Yi's eyes were attracted by the small stalls on the side of the square.

There are small stalls selling incense, fruit, etc., and there are also painting stalls for portraits of tourists on outings, just like photo spots in modern scenic spots.

Mr. Jingze, who I saw yesterday, was sitting on the side drawing.

He wasn't the only booth, most of them were full of people, only in front of him was sparse, and there were very few customers.

Is it particularly poorly drawn? Qin Yi moved closer to take a look curiously.

After seeing it, I was quite surprised, this painting is very good...

Qin Yi doesn't know the state of the painting development in this world, but it is obvious that it is probably stronger than his own world, because this is a world with extremely rich aura, and people's "spiritual energy" is affected by this, whether it is painting vividly The means will vary.

Right now, Jingze's paintings have already given Qin Yi a bit of Gu Kaizhi's feeling, the brushwork is dense, like spring silkworms spinning silk, flowing water. The folds of clothes of the people in the painting are very fine, the only flaw is...the eyes are dull.

But this is already the level that people have reached in their "childhood", which is already a god.

Turning to look at other people's art booths, Qin Yi frowned.

How should I put it, most of them are not necessarily better than Jingze, and some are even much worse, but others are more willing to paint for them. The reason is actually very simple. Most people don’t know the profession. They just listen to their reputation. I heard that Jing Ze’s painting is as good as when he was a child. Who wants to give a portrait of a painter who draws like a child?

After Jingze finished painting the male customer in front of him, the stall was empty soon.

He sighed, did not stop writing, and directly pulled a new scroll, staring at the passing woman beside him and began to paint.

The woman seemed to be aware of it and glared angrily.

Jingze smiled apologetically: "No money."

The woman pursed her lips, said nothing, turned her head and took the maid away. They whispered vaguely: "This Mr. Jing, how did he become so wretched, stealing pictures of others..."

Jingze remained expressionless, still slowly completing the painting just now.

The light in front of him suddenly dimmed.

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

"Okay." Jingze put away the picture of a woman he had stolen before, and pulled out a new piece of paper: "A piece of Sanwen."

"Three pennies?" Qin Yi shook his head: "It's true that you are only worth three pennies when you draw a man. But when you draw a woman, there is a soul in the painting. You can't get one for thirty thousand pennies, but you get it for free? "

Jingze raised his head suddenly and narrowed his eyes.

Qin Yi stared at him closely for a while, then suddenly said: "I want you to draw the kind that contains the spirit of the soul, and I will give you three hundred taels of silver."

Jingze lowered his head, as if he was picking out a paintbrush, and said slowly, "Okay, ladies are welcome."

There are more changes at night. It is said that the addition of more owed will be completed immediately, and the monthly pass cannot keep up.