Chapter 146 The Night of the Guest House (Monthly Ticket 4500 (Repair)
The guest house is just behind the main house, quiet and secluded.
Qingcha took Qin Yi outside the door and ran away, saying that the painting was not finished yet and that it was her homework.
Qin Yi didn't pay attention to the little girl and stood quietly behind the house watching the scenery.
There are several camellias blooming beside the house, and the mountain spring flows under the flower trees. The water is clear and soft. Occasionally, the petals fall and float with the water, not knowing where they are.
Looking up and looking into the distance, the sky is dim and the distant mountains are hard to distinguish among the bright and fading clouds. The vast mountains are invisible, vast and far away. There are cranes singing Jiugao, and the sound can be heard in the sky.
"This scene can be painted." Qin Yi admired in a low voice: "If I were really a painter, I might really want to live here forever and never want to leave."
Liusu said: "When you were in Xianji Village, you still wanted to see the insects and cicadas chirping at night and the beauty of the stars. After you came out of the mountain, you became busy day by day and lost these."
"Well, actually I still have a bit of a literary problem, right? Bangbang?"
"Both each other." Liusu said lightly: "Searching for immortality, what is 'Tao'? Tao follows nature. If you can't even appreciate the beauty of nature in a hurry, what is Tao? But the power is stacked and the true meaning is missed. So the meaning of this calligraphy and painting
Tao means something, you can read more about it."
"Tao follows nature...even a magic wand like you says so..."
"In the earliest times, there was actually no distinction between good and evil in Tao. What everyone is close to is the origin. The so-called good and evil are just two sides of yin and yang. If seen from the ether, there is no bias." Liusu said: "The same goes for monsters.
What is a monster? A flying crane is not a monster, and a little tea girl is just the tip of a piece of tea leaf, which is not a monster. A snake with a feather in the night is ferocious, and fire is rising from the sky. That is a monster... It is hard to explain."
"Uh, organization problem?"
"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 can discuss this kind of thing with Minghe when you have time in the future."
Qin Yi nodded and looked at the scenery for a while. It wasn't until the sun completely set and the mountains were as dark as ink that he turned around and entered the house.
With a flick of the hand, a spark fell accurately on the lampstand on the table, and the oil lamp ignited gently.
This place is not illuminated by pearls or magic, but by lights. A true mountain hermit lives among the clouds and returns to nature.
"On the whole, this Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace is really not a heretic, it's just a different philosophy." Qin Yi finally said: "If you look at it from this mountain, they are a real immortal family, at least they can talk more than the Wanxiang Senluo Sect.
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Liusu didn't respond. This is what Qin Yi needs to think about for his three layers of Qinxin. Therefore, it would be meaningless to talk about it in the interview.
This guest house is also very unique.
There are pictures of beautiful ladies on all sides, which are lifelike. If he didn't know clearly that they were paintings, Qin Yi might have thought that these were photos at first glance, and the pixels were very high.
Because it's so real.
It doesn't look like something that can be achieved with pen, ink and paint, it's just like something shot with a SLR.
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 unique, the spiritual power is hidden, and even the ink used is very special.
Just like when he made his own talisman, yellow paper and red sand were all rare items, but Jingze was recruited by the Wanxiang Senluo Sect because he had a frightening pen. The reason is similar. Mortal objects cannot be painted as immortal treasures.
On the other wall opposite the bedside table is a whole bookcase filled with countless books.
Liusu suddenly said: "For ordinary collections, you only need to use the jade slips that Minghe gave you. A single spell can collect and record all the hundreds of millions of words. There is no need for such a bookcase. This is a special insistence. Don't use other people's books
broken."
Qin Yi said "hmm". He could understand this tassel, not to mention that the immortal family also used paper books, usually for more solemn things, such as Buddhist and Taoist scriptures. For women here, basically any
The book should be treated as a kind of classic.
Those that will be placed in the guest house are not some obscure classics, but basically folk story books, meant for guests to pass the time and entertain themselves.
Qin Yi casually took out a book and flipped through it. It was quite interesting.
After all, this is a world with long-term civilization. If one can master calligraphy and painting, the standard of writing will naturally not be bad.
But as he looked at it, his eyes became a little straight.
It is actually a harem novel, with a strong sense of romance, and some ambiguous scenes can make people blush. Although it is not really an explicit pornographic novel, it really does not seem like something that women here would read...
Hmm, she probably hasn't read it. She just puts 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 reading it, but at this time he really didn't have much intention to read the novel, so he just flipped through it and stuffed it back.
It's quite funny in my heart. In the mortal world, living in a place like the Prince's Mansion, where there are supposed to be many books and classics, there are no books in the house. At first, he asked Li Qingjun to find some books for him to read. As a result, Li Qingjun was inexplicably angry. In the end, it can be said that he is now...
I have never read a single book except secret books. But when I arrived in this fairyland, where the immortals live in seclusion, I saw a cabinet full of idle books. It was really upside down.
In this case, it would be a good idea to remember some stories and give them to her tomorrow. It can be regarded as bringing Chinese civilization to fruition here, and it can also be regarded as forming a good relationship with the boss of Huiyang.
Thinking of this, Qin Yi stopped observing, put out the candle, and went to bed to meditate.
Since he officially cultivated immortality, his sleep has been completely replaced by meditation. I really don't know why the woman here can sleep like a pig by his disciples.
The night is getting darker.
Qin Yi was running around, his mind was in a state of confusion, and warning signs suddenly appeared in his heart.
This was a habit he had acquired through experience. As early as when he entered the house, he simply set up a reminder array, which would wake him up whenever any strange force entered the range.
Qin Yi recovered his mind and opened his eyes. He was stunned when he saw it.
Among the paintings of maids on the wall, the beauty in one of them actually stepped out of the painting gracefully, leaving only the background and no trace of human beings on the scroll.
When the woman saw Qin Yi open his eyes and look at him, she just smiled slightly and lightly opened her lips: "The night is bitter and cold, and the guest lives alone and lonely, so I came here to take care of him."
"I don't want to sleep with you."
"Guest, don't panic." The woman saluted gracefully: "I can't wait for the soul of the scroll. There is no innocence in the world, and there is no ghosts and gods. Accompanying you in loneliness is our duty as the soul of the painting in the guest house. I don't want to give up this.
Apart from that, we have no meaning in existence.”
Qin Yi looked at several other paintings on the wall, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Are you all? Specially painted to entertain guests?"
"Yes." The woman pursed her lips and smiled softly: "Does the young master think that one is not enough?"
Before he finished speaking, all the women on the other scrolls came down. They were like plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, with different fragrances and enchanting features. They all looked like they were ready for you to pick them up, with their eyebrows lowered and their eyes lowered: "You are at your disposal."
Qin Yi sighed: "Studying painting actually has such a benefit, you can paint beauties by yourself and enjoy it?"
"This is the power of the Immortal Family." The leading woman smiled and said: "The master gives us consciousness, and we only exist for the master. We can use it for whatever we want."
Qin Yi asked again as if he was confirming: "Is it true that anything can be done?"
The woman's eyes were as charming as silk, she stretched out her hand to slightly open her clothes, and said in a tired voice: "Of course, anything is fine."
The other women's cheeks were also blushing with embarrassment, and they were slightly embarrassed.
"Oh." Qin Yi nodded and said seriously: "Since you are the master of this painting, you must have the basic skills of calligraphy and painting. I have some idle writings in my mind that can be recorded on jade slips. You can copy them into a book and send them to me.
The master of this room will repay Qin Yi for staying here."
Several women were stunned.
You left us here and said we could do anything, and finally asked us to copy books for you?
On the couch in the main room, the woman opened her eyes, her expression half-smiling but not smiling, her beautiful eyes shining like stars in the dark night.