Seeking the Dao in the Seemingly Mundane Mortal World Chapter 146: Night of the guest house (monthly ticket 4500 plus more)
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The guest house is just behind the main house, quiet and secluded.
Qing Cha took Qin Yi to the door, and ran away with her feet, saying that the painting hadn't been completed yet, that was her homework.
Qin Yi didn't bother with the little girl, and stood quietly behind the house to watch the scene.
Some camellia blossoms lightly by the house, and the mountain spring flows under the flowers and trees. The water is clear and soft, and occasionally petals fall and go with the water, not knowing where it is floating.
Looking up and looking into the distance, the sky is dim, and the distant mountains are faintly indistinguishable among the clouds. The vast mountains are invisible, vast and far away. There is Heming Jiugao, the sound is heard in the sky.
"This scene can be painted." Qin Yi exclaimed in a low voice: "If I were really a painter, I might really want to live here forever and not want to leave."
Tassel said: "When you were in Xianji Village, you still had the heart to watch the worms and cicadas cry at night, and the beauty of the stars. After getting out of the mountain, you are getting busier and you lose this."
"Well, I'm actually a bit literate, right?"
"With each other." Tassel said lightly: "What is "Tao" when searching for immortal Dao? Dao is natural. If even the beauty of nature is rushed by without appreciation, what is the way to talk? But the power is stacked, and the meaning is wrong. So This painting and calligraphy is a bit of meaning, you can refer to it more."
"The way of Taoism is naturally... even you say that with a magic wand..."
"In the earliest days, there was actually no righteous demon in Tao, and everyone was close to Yuanchu. The so-called righteous demon, but the two sides of yin and yang, if viewed from the ether, there is no bias." Tassel said: "Youkai So, what is a demon? The soaring crane is not a demon. The little tea girl is only a piece of tea, and she is not a demon. Ye Ling's snake is fierce, and the sky fires, so it is a demon... Of."
"Uh, compilation problem?"
"Ha..." Tassel didn't say much, and said with a smile: "You have nothing to say with my tens of thousands of years of cognitive fault. This kind of thing will be true when you have time to discuss it with Minghe."
Qin Yi nodded, and looked at the scenery for a while, until the sun completely set and the mountains were like ink, he turned around and entered the house.
With a flick, a spark fell accurately on the lampstand on the table, and the oil lamp lightly ignited.
It's not a pearl or magical lighting here, but a light. The true mountain hermit lives between Yunxiu and returns to nature.
"On the whole, this Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace is really not an evil spirit, but a different concept." Qin Yi finally said: "If you look at it from this mountain, they are true immortals, at least comparable to Vientiane Senluozong. Too much."
Tassel did not respond. This is what Qin Yi's Qin Xin San Die needs to think about. Therefore, it is meaningless to say more about it when visiting Dao.
This guesthouse is also very different.
There are pictures of ladies on all sides, lifelike. If they didn't know that they were paintings, Qin Yi might think that these were all photos at first glance, with very high pixels.
Because it is so real.
It's not like what can be achieved with pen, ink and paint, it's just like a SLR shot.
Qin Yi reached out and touched one of the paintings, convinced that it was really drawing paper and not a photo.
It's just that the paper is peculiar, with hidden spiritual power, and even the use of ink is very special.
Just like when I made the charms myself, the yellow paper dansha was a rare thing, and Jingze was recruited by the Vientiane Senluozong because he had a shock pen. The reason is similar. The mortal thing cannot be painted as the treasure of the fairy family.
On the other wall of the bedside table, there is a bookcase full of books, densely packed with books.
Tassel suddenly said: "For general collections, you only need to use Minghe to send you the kind of record jade slips. One spell can collect hundreds of millions of words and record them. There is no need for such a bookcase. This is a special insistence. My book is broken."
Qin Yi let out a "hmm", he could understand this tassel, the immortal family still uses paper books, which are generally more solemn things, such as Buddhist scriptures. For the woman here, basically treat any book as a classic.
It will be placed in the guest house, not some obscure classics, basically it is the kind of folk story books, which means to pass the time for the guests.
Qin Yi drew out a copy and flipped it over, which was a bit interesting.
After all, this is a world with a long-term civilization. You can learn from painting and calligraphy, so the writing standard will not be bad.
But looking around, his eyes are a little straight.
It's actually a harem writing, and it's pretty strong. Some ambiguous scenes can also make people red. Although it's not really an explicit little yellow text, it really doesn't look like what a woman here sees...
Well, she hasn't read it, maybe she just put this kind of idle book in the guest house for the guests to read?
If it was before crossing, Qin Yi would probably want to finish reading it, but at this time, he really didn't have much thoughts about reading the novel, so he just turned it over and stuffed it back.
It was funny in my heart. In the mundane world, I live in a place like the Prince’s Mansion where there should be many books and classics. There are no books in the house. I asked Li Qingjun to find some books for him. But Li Qingjun was inexplicably angry. In the end, it can be described as nothing but secret books. I haven't read this book. As a result, when I arrived in this fairyland, where the fairy lived in seclusion, I saw a cabinet of idle books, which was really upside-down.
Since this is the case, I remember some stories, and it’s not bad to give it to her tomorrow. It's a kind of friendship with Huiyang, the Chinese civilization.
Thinking of this, Qin Yi stopped observing, put out the candle, went to bed to meditate.
Since he officially cultivated immortality, his sleep has been completely replaced by meditation, and I really don’t know why the woman here can sleep so much that her apprentice calls her like a pig.
The night is getting darker.
Qin Yi is running Zhou Tian, and the warning signs in his heart are mixed.
This is a habit brought after the experience. As early as when he entered the house, he simply arranged a reminder formation, and any foreign force entering the range would wake him up.
Qin Yi retracted his mind and opened his eyes, staring blankly after seeing this.
On the picture of the maid on the wall, the beauty on one of the pictures unexpectedly walked away from the painting, and there was only the background on the scroll, and no one was left.
When the woman saw Qin Yi opening her eyes to look at him, she just smiled slightly and opened her lips lightly: "The night is bitter and cold, and the guest lives alone and lonely, and the slave family comes to attend the bed."
"I don't want to wait for bedtime."
"Guests don't need to panic." The woman saluted with an aura: "I can't wait for the soul of the scroll. No one is innocent, and there is no ghost. The loneliness of the companion is the only thing I wait for the guest house to paint the soul. , Apart from this, there is no meaning for me to wait."
Qin Yi looked at the other paintings on the wall, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "You are all? Are you specializing in paintings for guests?"
"Yes." The woman pursed her lips and chuckled: "Does the son think one is not enough?"
Before the words were over, the women on the other scrolls all walked down, like plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, with different fragrances and enchanting, all of them looked like a gentleman with low eyebrows: "Let the son Dispatched."
Qin Yi sighed: "The way of learning painting actually has this advantage. Can you paint beautiful people and enjoy it yourself?"
"This is the power of the immortal family." The headed woman laughed: "The master gave me the consciousness of waiting, and I will only exist as the master. I can do whatever I want."
Qin Yi seems to ask again with confirmation: "I can do anything?"
The woman winks like silk, stretches out her hand and opens the skirt slightly, and said in a tired voice: "Of course anything is fine."
The other women also blushed with shame, lightly splitting the belt.
"Oh." Qin Yi nodded and said seriously: "Since you are the master here, you must have the basic painting and calligraphy skills. I have some free books in my heart, which can be recorded in the jade slip. You copy it into a book. , And send it to the host here, and Qin Yi has paid for the virtue of staying in."
Several women were dumbfounded.
You stayed with us and said you could do anything, but in the end you asked us to copy the book for you?
On the couch in the main house, the woman opened her eyes with a smile, her eyes shining like stars in the dark night.