Chapter 141 A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum (repair)
Qin Yi thinks this painter is really interesting.
He should be a very righteous person, righteous to the point of being somewhat pedantic, and definitely not pretending.
But he seems to be related to the Wanxiang Senluo Sect and is protected by it. Can he and Meng Qingying have the same style of painting? They are completely two different people.
As Jingze was drawing, he felt that Qin Yi was looking at him, so he couldn't help but raise his head and ask: "Why are you looking at me all the time?"
Qin Yi asked: "You are hovering at the threshold of monasticism and are not allowed to enter. You can enter with a little guidance from someone. Do you know?"
"Know."
"Wanxiang Senluo Sect is a first-class demon sect, one of the best in the world, did you know that?"
Jingze glanced at him again: "I know."
"Since the Wanxiang Senluo Sect is protecting you, why don't you learn Tao from the Wanxiang Senluo Sect?" Qin Yi asked: "This is the kind of immortal fate that no one in the world can ask for, right? You don't learn it right at the door, are you stupid...
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Liusu: "Pfft..."
Qin Yi blushed: "Let's go, I don't have to worry about taking over the house."
Jingze was replying: "The Wanxiang Senluo Sect is a demonic sect, and its actions are inconsistent with those of me. If I join the sect, I will definitely do a lot of things that go against my original wishes. So they invited me several times, but I don't want to join the sect."
Qin Yi asked curiously: "Is it true that they invite you? Do you think you are a genius?"
"Just because there is a frightening pen passed down from our ancestors, using this pen to draw portraits has the wonderful effect of seducing and frightening people. It is consistent with certain techniques of the Wanxiang Senluo Sect. But this requires the art of painting to draw the essence of the other person.
There is no point in seizing the pen for those who don’t know this way. Of course, I hope I can join.”
"I see, the Wanxiang Senluo Sect is so easy to talk to, and instead of forcing you, it protects you?"
"Probably they hope that I am sincere, because they want to recruit a disciple with this direction, not just a dog. Otherwise, they can just make me a puppet, so why invite me?" Jingze sighed: "So
It just makes my life difficult, and sooner or later I will lose my temper and join their sect."
"Interesting, you and the Wanxiang Senluo Sect are both very interesting." Qin Yi smiled while stroking his hands.
I turned around to see that the fire in the temple was getting bigger and bigger. The flames had begun to extend towards the nearby peach grove, but they were blocked by some invisible spiritual energy and could not burn through for a while.
But it's obvious that the protective power of Jingze's paintings is too weak, and sooner or later it won't be able to prevent it.
Qin Yi couldn't bear to let such a beautiful peach forest burn down, so he reached out and pinched a magic spell.
Miraculously, the tongues of fire no longer clashed to the left and right, but were fiercely directed toward the sky, and could no longer burn the peach forest.
Jingze looked at it in amazement and asked, "Is this move difficult?"
"It's not very difficult. What's required is control, not much power." Qin Yi smiled and said, "Are you going to learn it or not?"
Jingze thought for a while, then shook his head and smiled: "At this time, the spring breeze is warm, the evil cave has been destroyed, and the peach forest is becoming more and more gorgeous. I think you are also a person who loves beauty, so I would like to sit under the peach blossoms.
Wine, have a drink?”
Qin Yi looked him up and down: "You seem to have no money."
Jingze said: "You can treat me today."
Qin Yi laughed.
Deep in the peach grove, there is a stone pavilion to entertain guests. People take a break here to enjoy the scenery when they are tired from hiking. With such a scene today, there are no tourists, but it is quiet.
Qin Yi went to a wine shop outside to buy some wine, and the two of them sat across from each other in a stone pavilion, having a drink with each other.
Jingze seemed to have not had a drink for a long time. After only a small sip, a hint of drunkenness appeared on his face, but his expression became more distant. He looked at the peach forest as if he was reminiscing.
Qin Yi knew that he wanted to tell a story, so he didn't rush him. The feeling of a glass of wine made him feel a bit like a literary youth, and he was very poetic. Unfortunately, he didn't have anything in his stomach and couldn't recite poems.
"My family is a calligraphy and painting heirloom. When I was very young, my paintings were highly praised by famous artists and I was hailed as a child prodigy." Jingze finally said: "But in fact, although I have some talent, I don't deserve praise. Because The painting skills passed down in our family are not human skills, they are the way of immortality. It would be strange if we use the way of immortality to paint the human world, and we are not famous."
Qin Yi said: "Your immortal way has not been completely taught? No magic formula?"
"Absolutely. There are skills but no ways." Jingze said: "So when I was young, I went out to study, worshiped all the famous teachers, and visited famous mountains and rivers, trying to find the real way of painting."
"But you came back with no progress?"
"Human painting skills are of no use to me anymore... If I want to paint the soul, I need immortals." Jingze looked into the distance in ecstasy and whispered: "It is said that the Wandao Immortal Palace has the art of painting, and the ancestors learned it from it. I found a trace of inheritance. So I went through all the hard work and found the legendary Wandao Immortal Palace."
Qin Yi stopped asking. It was obvious that the trip to Wandao Immortal Palace made Jingze a little disappointed.
Sure enough, I heard Jingze say: "In the Wandao Immortal Palace, there are indeed people who have entered Taoism in music, poetry, calligraphy and painting, but..." He paused and sighed: "It's not the same as I imagined."
"How to say?"
"It's full of bookworms, painting fans, piano fans, chess fans, and even foodies, gamblers, and sex addicts. Everyone is obsessed with it, and everyone is crazy. They are known as the world. There are also people who are called crazy in the world, and you can compare with them. It’s not at the same level. You can’t see them doing anything else, as if they only exist for those things. Brother Qin, you are a practitioner, do you think this is an immortal?"
Qin Yi smiled bitterly: "What kind of practitioner am I? At most I am an explorer, and I also want to know what an immortal is."
Jingze said categorically: "In my opinion, this so-called immortal is no longer a human being. He is not the immortal way in my heart, nor is it the painted way in my heart. I was young and vigorous at that time. As soon as I said this, Wandao Immortal Palace would not accept it. I'm done. I have no regrets and just went back to my hometown."
At this point, he drank the wine in one gulp and said with a smile: "After more than ten years of confused exploration and hesitation on the road, the path of painting has finally stagnated. I am ashamed of my ancestors."
Qin Yi raised his glass and said, "I think you are about to achieve enlightenment."
"Huh?" Jingze shook his head: "To be honest, Brother Qin, he is really confused and cannot get in."
"What you seek is not skills, but the Tao. And there are thousands of avenues. It's normal for other people's Tao to be different from yours. As long as you have your own Tao, that's all."
"My own way..."
"Brother, I don't care about reputation or reputation, I don't care about gains and losses, I don't go with the evil ways, I don't care about the world. I just want to leave a mark on the beautiful scenery in my heart. Although it is not like the obsession of Wandao Immortal Palace, my intentions are the same. How can I not be Tao?"
"So this is the Tao..." Jingze stared at the peach blossoms in the distance with straight eyes: "I have the Tao myself, so why should I ask for other people's Tao? I'm riding a donkey looking for a donkey without knowing it."
He suddenly took out the half-spent peach blossom from the painting basket, and took out a gleaming paintbrush.
The colors are swaying, dotted with stars, and thousands of branches blooming from the scroll. It seems that the shadow of peach trees slowly floats in the scroll, and then becomes densely packed and vigorous. The shadow of the peach forest appears in the sky, as bright as clouds.
Qin Yi watched helplessly as the huge spiritual energy of heaven and earth penetrated into Jingze's body, and then turned from virtual to solid, the Dantian overflowed, the three levels were opened, the mud pill suddenly moved, and the soul fell to the ground.
In the heart of the piano, there are three folds of dancing fetuses, and the nine qi are reflected in the night sky.
This painter, who had not even begun to practice qi, actually created the Taoist body and achieved the heart of the piano...
Qin Yi was speechless, but there was no big surprise.
Because he seems to have never practiced, but he has actually been practicing for a long time, which is different from the starting point of an ordinary mortal.
It doesn't matter whether you have been trained in magic practice or not, because this person is just a painter who retains beautiful things, not a fighter.
He has attained enlightenment.
Jingze stood up, bowed his head to Qin Yi and said, "Thank you Taoist friend. The success of your paintings in the future will all be attributed to your words."
Do you still think that you have achieved nothing? In terms of cultivation alone, you have surpassed me all of a sudden, okay... Is it you who is wrong or is it me?
Qin Yi wanted to complain, but he also knew in his heart that if he wanted to succeed in cultivation, he might not succeed.
This is a different path.
Liusu was saying: "It's interesting, Qin Yi, Qin Yi, I'm looking forward to Wandao Immortal Palace more and more. This place must be very interesting."
Qin Yi asked Jingze: "Brother Jing, I am going to Wandao Immortal Palace. Do you want to go and take another look? Maybe if you go now, you will have new insights."
Jingze thought for a while and said with a smile: "Go. But I want to go slowly. I will paint the beauty that I have missed along the way, and I won't go with Brother Qin."
"That's alright. We are both on the quest for immortality, and we will meet again in the future. I hope that Brother Jing will be able to draw to the gods by then." Qin Yi bowed, turned around casually, his sleeves fluttering, and disappeared into the peach forest, gradually
not see.
Jingze watched his figure leave, pondered for a moment, then unfolded the scroll and quickly drew a picture.
It is Qin Yi in the painting, wearing a green shirt and cloth shoes, with a free and easy attitude, floating in the peach forest, like a fairy.
At the awakening of insects, both heaven and earth are born, all things are prosperous, and immortals appear.
It's called "Picture of the Immortal Trace".
The most puzzling thing for future generations is that the immortal in this painting of a fairy is holding a mace in his hand for some reason. It stands to reason that such a vulgar weapon will completely destroy the meaning of the fairy, but in the painting
It looks surprisingly yet extremely harmonious, as if not having it is wrong.