Chapter 148 The Night in the Guesthouse (Monthly Ticket 4500 Plus Changes)

The guest house is just behind the main house, quiet and secluded.

Qingcha took Qin Yi to the door, and ran away with her feet, saying that the painting was not finished yet, and it was her homework.

Qin Yi didn't bother with the little girl, and stood quietly at the back of the house watching the scenery.

There are a few camellias blooming lightly by the house, and the mountain spring flows under the flowering trees. The flowing water is clear and soft. Occasionally, petals fall and go with the water, not knowing where they are going.

Looking up into the distance, the sky is dim, and the distant mountains are indistinguishable among the clouds. The vast mountains are invisible, vast and distant. There is a crane singing Jiugao, whose sound is heard in the sky.

"This scene can be painted." Qin Yi admired in a low voice: "If I was really a painter, I might really want to live here forever and don't want to leave."

Liusu said: "When you were in Xianji Village, you still had the heart to see the insects stinging and the cicadas chirping at night, and the beauty of the stars. After leaving the mountain, you became busy day by day, and you lost these things."

"Well, in fact, I'm still a little bit literary, right?"

"To each other." Liusu said lightly: "Searching for the immortal way, what is the 'Tao'? The way is natural. If you even pass by the beauty of nature in a hurry and don't appreciate it, what kind of way are you talking about? But the power is stacked, and the true meaning is missed. So this book of calligraphy and painting Dao, it’s a bit meaningful, you can refer to it for more details.”

"Taoism is natural... Even a magic wand like you says so..."

"In the earliest days, there was no distinction between righteousness and demons in Taoism. What everyone is close to is Yuanchu. The so-called righteousness and demons are nothing but yin and yang. If there is no bias in the view of the Supreme Being." Liusu said: "The same is true for monsters. What is a demon? Crane Soaring is not a demon, and the little tea girl is just the tender tip of a piece of tea, so she is not a demon. Ye Ling is a snake, and the sky is full of flames, so it is a demon... It is hard to say."

"Uh, compilation question?"

"Ha..." Liusu didn't say much, and said with a smile: "You have nothing to say to me, a guy with a cognitive gap of tens of thousands of years. It's true that you have time to discuss this kind of thing with Minghe in the future."

Qin Yi nodded, and looked at the scenery for a while, until the sun had completely set and the mountains were as black as ink, then he turned and entered the house.

With a flick of the hand, a spark accurately landed on the lamp stand on the table, and the oil lamp lightly lit.

This place is not using any pearls, nor is it illuminated by spells, but lights. A real hermit in the mountains, living among the clouds and mountains, returns to nature.

"On the whole, this Myriad Dao Immortal Palace is really not an evil heretic, it's just a different idea." Qin Yi finally said: "From this mountain, they are real immortals, at least they have more words than the Wanxiang Senluozong. "

Tassel didn't respond, this is what Qin Yi's Qin Xin Sandie needs to think about, so it's meaningless to say more.

This guest house is also very different.

There are pictures of ladies on all sides, lifelike. If Qin Yi didn't know that they were paintings, Qin Yi might have thought these were photos at first glance, and the pixels were still high.

Because it is so real.

It's not like what can be achieved by pen, ink and paint at all, it's just like a SLR shot.

Qin Yi reached out and touched one of the paintings, convinced that it was really a drawing paper and not a photo.

It's just that the quality of the paper is peculiar, the spiritual power is hidden, and even the ink used is very special.

Just like when I made my own talismans back then, yellow paper cinnabar was a rare item, and Jingze was recruited by Vientiane Senluozong because he had a shocking pen. The reason is similar. The mortal things cannot be painted as the treasures of immortals.

On the other wall facing the bedside table is a whole piece of bookcase, which is full of books, densely packed.

Liusu suddenly said: "For general collections, you only need to use the record jade slips that Minghe sent you, and a single spell can gather and record hundreds of millions of words. There is no need for such a bookcase. This is a special insistence. Don't take other people's books broken."

Qin Yi let out a "hmm", he could understand the tassel even if he didn't mention it, and the immortal family still used paper books, which were generally more solemn things, such as Buddhist and Taoist scriptures. For the women here, they basically treat any book as a classic.

The ones that will be placed in the guest house are not some obscure classics, but basically the kind of folk story books, which are meant to pass the time for the guests.

Qin Yi casually took out a book and flipped through it, which was interesting.

After all, this is a long-term civilized world, calligraphy and painting can enter the Tao, and the writing level will naturally not be bad.

But looking at it, his eyes became a little straight.

It's actually a harem novel, with a strong romantic flavor, and some ambiguous scenes can make people blush. Although it's not a really blatant little Huang Wen, it really doesn't look like something the women here see...

Hmm, she probably hasn't read it, she just put this kind of idle book in the guest house for guests to read?

If it was before time travel, Qin Yi would probably want to finish it, but at this time, he really didn't have much time to read the novel, so he casually flipped through it and stuffed it back.

I feel quite funny in my heart. In the mortal world, living in a place like the Prince's Mansion, where there should be many books and classics, there are no books in the house. At the beginning, Li Qingjun was asked to find some books for him to read, but Li Qingjun was inexplicably angry. In the end, it can be said that there is nothing but secret books. I haven't read this book. As a result, in this fairyland, a place where immortals live in seclusion, I saw a cabinet of idle books instead, which was really upside down.

That being the case, I remember some stories, and it would be good to give them to her tomorrow. It can be regarded as the flowering and fruiting of Chinese civilization here, and it can also be regarded as a good relationship with Mr. Huiyang.

Thinking of this, Qin Yi stopped observing, extinguished the candle, and went to bed to meditate.

Since he formally cultivated immortality, his sleep has been completely replaced by meditation, and he really doesn't know why the women here can sleep so much that his disciples say they are like pigs.

The night was getting dark.

Qin Yi was running Zhou Tian, ​​and in the midst of confusion, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart.

This is a habit brought about after experience. As early as when he entered the house, he simply arranged a reminder formation, and any strange force entering the range would wake him up.

Qin Yi withdrew his mind, opened his eyes, and was dumbfounded after seeing this.

On the picture of the maid by the wall, one of the beauties actually walked down gracefully from the painting, leaving only the background on the scroll, and no one left.

Seeing Qin Yi opening his eyes to look at him, the woman just smiled slightly and parted her cherry lips: "The night is bitter and cold, the guest lives alone and lonely, and the servant is here to serve the bed."

"I don't want to sleep in."

"Guests, don't panic." The woman saluted very temperamentally: "I can't wait for the soul of the picture scroll. There is neither innocence in the world nor ghosts and ghosts. The loneliness of the companion is a matter for us to wait for the soul of the guest house. Besides, there is no meaning for us to exist."

Qin Yi looked at the other paintings on the wall, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Are you all? Are you painting specially for hospitality?"

"Yes." The woman pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "Could it be that the young master thinks one is not enough?"

Before the words were finished, all the women on the other scrolls came down, like plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, with different fragrances and enchanting charms, all of them lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes as if they were picked by the king: "Let me be sent by you."

Qin Yi sighed: "The way of learning painting actually has this benefit, can you draw beauties by yourself?"

"This is the power of the Immortal Family." The leading woman smiled and said, "The master endowed us with consciousness, and we only exist for the master, and we can use it for whatever we want."

Qin Yi asked again as if confirming: "Really, you can do anything?"

The woman's winking eyes were like silk, she stretched out her hand and opened her skirt slightly, and said softly: "Of course, anything is fine."

The other women also blushed and parted their belts lightly.

"Oh." Qin Yi nodded, and said seriously: "Since you are the masters here, you must have basic calligraphy and painting skills. I have some idle books in my heart, which can be recorded on jade slips. You can copy them into a book and give it to you. The master here, let Qin Yi repay the virtue of staying here."

Several women were dumbfounded.

You kept us here and said you could do whatever you wanted, but in the end you asked us to copy the books for you?

Lying on the couch in the main house, the woman opened her eyes with a smile that was not a smile, her beautiful eyes shining like stars in the dark night.