Fairy, Please Take Care of Yourself

Qin Yi is indeed a painter. It's just that he belongs to a type that doesn't have much love for his profession. After so long crossing, he sketched a distant view of Xianji Mountain in the first month and hung it on the wall for decoration. After that, he never painted again, and his professionalism was used to draw amulets. I do n’t know if his teacher would be furious when he saw it ...

I don't think it's irritating, it's almost like finding countless people who don't work in the same way. I didn't know what to use in the four years of college. Anyway, he still used the glyph ...

So at this moment, he still has a little intimacy with the Jing Gongzi, anyway, it is "travel".

Alas, he also sensed some aura in Jing Gongzi.

He is not a real practitioner. He is a bit like he is about to touch the door but he is impenetrable. What he lacks is an expert. Qin Yi originally wanted to talk a few words. If it was pleasing to the eye, dialing him one or two would be regarded as a "fairy touching my top" pretense, right?

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

He Jingjing ignored him, took care of himself after eating the steamed bun, and soon left in the ridicule of everyone.

Xiao Er Er Duan came over and smiled: "The guest officer is kind, but Jinggong is very upset and will not be favored easily."

"What kind of favor is it to have a meal?"

"The grace of a meal is also grace."

"唔 ......" Qin Yi asked: "What's the situation with this boy? Seeing his good temperament, can't he sell paintings?"

"The Jinggong son is called Jingze. His family is a celebrity in this place. His parents are famous calligraphy and painting artists. The visitors are endless and very famous." Xiao Erdao said: "This Jingze himself also became famous in his childhood. I returned from a study tour in the past few years, and I did n’t know what sister Yao slept for a few years. The paintings you returned did n’t grow at all. What you painted as an adult is still similar to what you did when you were young. Who bought your painting? ”

Qin Yi stunned for a moment: "The standard start of genius becoming waste wood is this ..."

"What do you say, guest officer?"

"Oh, nothing, you continue."

"When his parents passed away, his paintings could not be sold, and there were no other livelihoods, and his family naturally did not go away. He refused to change half of the seller's goods. He had to sell his paintings for a living, and he could only end up scratching his head. Now. "

Qi Qin Yi nodded: "It's a temperament, it's pretty good."

The secret road in Xun ’s heart is no wonder that this Jing Jingzi lingers on the path of the monastic path. If this kind of experience can maintain the mentality, it can be regarded as a road to some extent.

Xiao Xiao'er looked a little weird, and he stopped talking. He thought it was stupid. It is also that the city owner and the Beijing family are old and take care of one or two. Others dare not mess up. Otherwise, there is no one in his family's nursing home. If you do n’t sell those famous paintings and antiques, you will be cleaned sooner or later?

Qin Yi is just to ask something casually, not really want to manage the affairs of Jing Jingzi, let alone argue with Xiao Er.

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

I have been running for thousands of miles these past few days, and in the end, I have crossed several borders of South China. Rao has already practiced well or is not too tired. Tomorrow I plan to visit the Hongfa Temple to see if I can find a true practitioner, and use a magic weapon or stone for another magic weapon ...

The night is quiet and the lights are full of lights.

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

I was a little disappointed.

The so-called "Buddha light", according to Xiao Er, is a monk's relic, which contains infinite Dharma, so the light of the Buddha shines at night. However, under Qin Yi's observation, it was just a relic that sealed the glare technique. It had no mana at all, so it used light to coax people.

From this point of view, the "monks" inside are either abducted or deceived, or they have only a little low-end practice, most of which are not as good as Donghuazi.

Tassel laughed: "It's not unusual. Buddhism and Taoism are the most common in the world. How many true practitioners have mixed people? If you go to a town, there will be problems with Taoism. When you reach the city, there are problems with Buddhist temples. Where is the fairy, but the broom star? "

Qin Yi think about it too, it is Conan, can not help but shook his head and laughed.

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

"Go and see it tomorrow. Even if it is not a true practitioner, there are always some treasures that can be used for this splendid search of the people's wealth. We snatched it for our own sacrifices."

"Less ridiculous." Qin Yi turned around and sat back on the bed, "I will soon be seduced by you into a demon."

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

Uh ...

Qi Qin Yi meditated on her knees and recovered all night, and the next day she went to Hongfa Temple refreshingly.

The Bishan Temple is wide open. There is a large square in front of the temple, and tourists are like weaving. But it is because the left and right peach blossoms are in full bloom, a vast sea of ​​flowers, beautiful. Many big girls and daughters-in-law shuttled in the sea of ​​flowers, and the peach blossoms on the face of each other, the laughter lingered in between, adding even more spring.

Qin Yi, while enjoying the beautiful scenery, was very surprised: "It's less than March. The peach blossoms here bloom really early."

Tassel did not answer, silently watching the colorful sea of ​​flowers, very silent.

I didn't know what it was about.

Qi Qinyi's eyes were attracted by the stalls on the side of the square at this time.

There are stalls selling incense, fruit, etc. There are also painting booths, which are portraits of tourists who are young, just like the photo spots in modern scenic spots.

Kyozawa's son I saw yesterday was sitting and drawing.

There are more than one stalls in his paintings, most of them are full of people. Only him is sparsely pulled in front of him, and there are very few customers.

Isn't painting very bad? Qin Yi stepped forward curiously and glanced.

I was quite surprised after reading it.

Qin Yi does not know what the state of the development of painting in this world is, but it is obvious that I am probably stronger than my own world, because this is a world with extremely strong aura, and the "essential spirit" of people is affected by this. The means will be different.

At the moment, Jing Ze's paintings have given Qin Yi a bit of Gu Kaizhi's feelings, and his strokes are dense, such as spring silkworms spinning silk and flowing. The folds of the people's clothing in the painting are very fine. The only flaw is ... the eyes are devoid of spirit.

But this is already a level that people have achieved when they were "young". This is already a god.

I turned my head to look at the others, and Qin Yi frowned.

How do you say, most of them are not necessarily better than Jing Ze, and some are even worse, but others are more willing to paint them. The reason is actually very simple. Most people do n’t understand professional. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com is just a listen to fame. I heard that Jingze did not grow as well as when he was young. Portrait of a painter?

Xi Jingze finished painting the male guest in front of him, and soon the booth was empty.

He sighed and didn't stop writing. He just pulled the new picture, stared at the woman passing by and started to make portraits.

The puppet woman seemed to feel a little glaring.

Xi Jingze laughed: "No money."

The puppet woman pursed her lips and said nothing, turned her head and took the maid away. They whispered faintly: "How did this Beijing boy become so insignificant, stealing pictures of others ..."

Qi Jingze has no expression, but still finishes the painting just now.

Suddenly the light in front of me was dim.

Xi Jingze raised his head, but it was the blue-shirted man who invited him to dinner yesterday, standing in front of him, smiling at him: "How about a picture for me?"

"Okay." Kyosawa stole the picture of the woman who had stolen the picture before, and pulled a new piece of paper: "A piece of three texts."

"Three texts?" Qin Yi shook his head: "You are really worth only three texts when you paint a man. But when you paint a woman, there is a soul in the painting. You can't exchange one for 30,000 texts, are you free? "

Xu Jingze suddenly looked up and narrowed his eyes.

Qin Yi stared at him for a while, and suddenly said, "I want you to paint the kind with soul, and give you three hundred and twenty silver."

Ji Jingze lowered his head, as if picking a paintbrush, and slowly said in his mouth, "Okay, guests please wear women's clothing."