Qin Yi is indeed a painting student. But he is the type who has no love for his major. After traveling for so long, he only sketched a distant view of Xianji Mountain in the first month and hung it on the wall.
A decoration. He never painted again after that, and all his professional skills were used to draw talismans. I don’t know if his teacher would be mad to death if he saw it...
There must be nothing to be angry about. He is just like countless people who find a job with a major that is not in their field. They don’t know how to use what they learned in four years of college. At least he can use it in drawing talismans...
So at this moment, he still felt a little close to Mr. Jing, and at least he was a "companion".
Moreover, he also sensed some spiritual energy from Mr. Jing.
It's not a real practice, it's a bit like you're about to find 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 liked it, he could give him a few words.
Isn’t it a pretentious legend about “the immortal caressing my head”?
As a result, Qin Yi's enthusiastic invitation was met with disappointment.
Mr. Jing ignored him, finished eating the steamed buns by himself, and soon left slowly amid the laughter of everyone.
The waiter brought the dishes over and said with a smile: "My guest is kind-hearted, but Mr. Jing is very angry and will not accept favors easily."
“What’s a favor called a meal?”
"A meal is also a favor."
"Well..." Qin Yi asked: "What's going on with this young man? Judging from his good temperament, can't he sell his paintings?"
"This Mr. Jing's name is Jingze. His family is a celebrity here. Both his parents are famous calligraphers and painters. They have constant visitors and are very famous." The waiter said: "This Jingze himself became famous at a young age. He is good at calligraphy and painting and is known as a child prodigy. But
A few years ago, when I came back from a study tour, I don’t know if I slept with a girl from some kiln for several years, but the things I drew when I came back showed no improvement at all. When you become an adult, the things you draw are still the same as when you were a child. Who will buy your paintings?"
Qin Yi was stunned for a moment: "The standard start for a genius to become a loser, this is..."
"What did you say, guest sir?"
"Oh, it's nothing, you continue."
"When his parents passed away, his paintings could not be sold, and there was no other way to make a living, so the family situation naturally declined. He still refused to sell even half of the things in the house, so he had to make a living by selling his paintings, so he could only eat steamed buns.
Already."
Qin Yi nodded: "He is a man of integrity, quite good."
I secretly thought that it was no wonder that Mr. Jing felt like he was wandering around the path of Taoism. If he could maintain his mentality after this kind of experience, it would be regarded as Taoism to a certain extent.
The waiter looked a little weird and hesitated to speak. He actually thought that this was stupidity, and it was not a good idea. It was also the city lord who had an old relationship with the Jing family, and he still took care of him so that others wouldn't dare to mess around. Otherwise, there would be no one to protect him at home.
If you don’t sell those famous paintings and antiques, won’t they all be touched sooner or later?
Qin Yi just asked around when something happened. He didn't really want to take care of Mr. Jing's affairs, let alone argue with the waiter.
After eating, we stayed at the inn for a short rest that night.
I have traveled thousands of miles in the past few days, and I have passed through several southern borders. Although I have practiced well, I am still very tired. I plan to visit Hongfa Temple tomorrow to see if I can find a true practitioner.
Use elixirs, spiritual stones, etc. instead of magic weapons...
In the dead of night, people are quiet, and there are thousands of lights.
Qin Yi stood in front of the window of the inn, looking at the Buddha's light at Hongfa Temple in the distance.
I felt a little disappointed.
The so-called "Buddha's Light", according to the waiter, is the relic of a eminent monk, which contains infinite Buddhist dharma, so the Buddha's light shines at night. But under Qin Yi's observation, it is just a relic with the radiance technique sealed, and it has no magic power at all.
, just use light to fool people.
From here, it can be seen that the "high-ranking monks" inside are either deceivers or have only a little low-end practice, and are probably not even as good as Donghuazi.
Liusu then laughed: "It's not surprising. In Buddhism in the world, deceit and abduction are the most common. How many real practitioners are wandering around the world? If you go to a town, there will be problems in the Taoist temples. If you go to the city, there will be problems in the Buddhist temples. That's not called
Why are you always a fairy, but a broom star?"
Qin Yi thought about it, that was Conan, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
"It's a pity. I wish they really had a problem. I want a magic weapon now."
"We'll just go take a look tomorrow. Even if you're not a true practitioner, there's always a chance that there will be some useful treasures in such a magnificent place where people's wealth is collected. Let's 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 into a devil."
Liusu sneered: "Don't be so sweet then."
…………
Qin Yi meditated cross-legged and spent the night recovering, and went to Hongfa Temple refreshed the next day.
The mountain temple is in full bloom, and there is a large square in front of the temple, full of tourists. But it is because the peach blossoms are in full bloom on the left and right, and the vast sea of flowers is so beautiful. Many girls and young wives are shuttled in the sea of flowers, with faces and peach blossoms matching each other, and laughter.
Lingering around it adds to the beauty of spring.
While Qin Yi was admiring the beautiful scenery, he was very surprised: "It's not even March yet. The peach blossoms here bloom so early."
Liusu didn't answer and looked at the sea of colorful flowers quietly, feeling very silent.
I don't know what I remembered.
Qin Yi's eyes were attracted by the stalls on the edge of the square.
There are stalls selling incense, fruit, etc. There are also painting stalls for outing tourists, just like the photo spots in modern scenic spots.
Mr. Jingze whom I saw yesterday was sitting on the side painting.
He was not the only one at the painting stall, and most of them were crowded with people. Only the one in front of him was sparse, with only a few customers.
Is the painting particularly bad? Qin Yi curiously came closer and took a look.
After reading it, I was quite surprised. This painting is very good...
Qin Yi doesn't know what the state of the development of painting in this world is, but it is obvious that it is stronger than his own world, because this is a world with extremely rich spiritual energy, and people's "spirit, energy, and spirit" are affected by this, whether it is painting, form or expression.
The methods will be different.
At present, Jingze's paintings have given Qin Yi a bit of Gu Kaizhi's feeling. The brushwork is dense, like spring silkworms spinning silk, flowing water. The clothes and folds of the people in the paintings are very fine, and the only flaw is...the eyes are dull.
But this is the level that people have reached when they were "young". This is simply a god.
Turning to look at other people's painting stalls, Qin Yi frowned.
How should I put it? Most of them are not necessarily better at painting 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 are not professional and just follow what others say and follow reputations.
, I heard that Jingze's painting is as unimproved as when he was a child. Who would be willing to paint a portrait of an artist who paints like a child?
After Jingze finished drawing the male customer in front of him, the stall was soon empty.
He sighed, and without stopping writing, he directly pulled up the new scroll and started to draw a portrait while staring at the woman passing by.
The woman seemed to be aware of it and glared angrily.
Jingze apologized and said, "It's free of charge."
The woman pursed her lips, said nothing, turned around and left with the maid. Their whispers were vaguely heard: "How come this Mr. Jing has become so wretched, secretly painting other people's paintings..."
Jingze showed no expression and continued to finish the painting slowly.
The light in front of my eyes 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 you draw me a picture?"
"Okay." Jingze put away the picture of a woman he had secretly drawn before, and pulled out a new piece of paper: "One picture with three texts."
"Three coins?" Qin Yi shook his head: "It's true that your paintings of men are only worth three coins. But when you paint women, there is suddenly a soul in the painting. You can't exchange it for 30,000 coins, but you get it for free?
"
Jingze suddenly raised his head and narrowed his eyes.
Qin Yi stared at him closely for a while, then suddenly said: "I want you to draw a soul-like painting, and I will give you three hundred taels of silver."
Jingze lowered his head, as if choosing a paintbrush, and said slowly: "Okay, the guests will please dress in women's clothing."