Chapter 147: The beginning of the heart of the piano (5000 burst activities completed)
Early the next morning, Qin Yi arrived in front of the main house and wanted to find the woman to say goodbye.
This time the main room was not closed, and Qin Yi saw the woman leaning against the window, holding a book in her hand, and reading.
The early morning sun shone on her body, giving her skin a soft halo. Her eyes were quiet and her temperament was lazy. A cup of hot tea was in her hand, lightly emitting water vapor, slowly flowing past her, adding a hint of haziness.
feel.
Qin Yi felt that the way this woman read a book was already poetic and picturesque.
When I glanced at him, I saw the little tea girl with her face covered with water, sitting next to her sniffling and drawing.
Seeing her drowned look, Qin Yi wanted to laugh a little and asked, "What's going on?"
Qingcha sniffed and said, "Master used me to make tea again..."
While speaking, the woman picked up the tea cup with bare hands, took a long sip, and put it back again, her eyes never leaving the book for a moment.
Qin Yi only had a string of ellipsis left in his heart.
I dare you to enlighten a piece of tea leaf as a disciple. Is it for this purpose?
"Um..." He finally broke the peaceful atmosphere where the woman was reading and said, "I'm grateful to be staying the night, and I came here to say goodbye."
The woman turned to look at him, smiled slightly, and put down the book.
"This "Jin Ping Mei" is what you asked them to copy to me?" She said with a half-smile: "Is this a response to me using women to test you?"
"Ah ha ha ha..." Qin Yi laughed, and then said solemnly: "This book is not that simple."
"Hmm... the brushwork is cold and stern, and the world's conditions are fully displayed. It is like entering a painting scroll, and you can see the appearance of a country from one market place. It is a truly masterpiece." The woman pondered, "But the customs and customs seem to be different from those of other countries I know.
It has nothing to do with you Nanli."
"I don't know this. I didn't write it. I just saw it by chance. It's signed Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng."
"Once this kind of work comes out, there will be people who will follow it. As long as the world's literary works are slightly famous, it is impossible for me not to know about them." The woman said calmly: "So there is no need to say such nonsense made by others, it was written by you.
"
"..." No one believes the truth these days?
There was a smile in the woman's eyes again: "You can see the leopard at the first glance. You are very familiar with the gameplay... Wouldn't the way of eating, drinking, whoring and gambling be more suitable for you? What are you doing here at my piano, chess, calligraphy and painting mountain?"
"Eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling are not my ways." Qin Yi said seriously: "On the contrary, the faint sound of the piano, the floating mood of the painting, and the fairyland's artistic conception are all over my face, so it is more suitable for me. If senior doesn't use the soul of painting to seduce me, I would rather be here.
Stay a few more days.”
"Wait a minute." The woman said displeased: "What senior? Am I very old?"
Qin Yi shut up and didn't answer.
I can't tell someone's true age with my own methods. After I reach a certain level of cultivation, I can't even tell the so-called "bone age" because I've long been reborn and my bones are no longer the same. How can I tell my age?
But logically speaking, those who have reached the level of Huiyang Boss, if they think about it with their toes, they must be at least a thousand-year-old monster.
The woman stared at him for a while and then said slowly: "My surname is Ju, Ju Yunxiu."
Living among the clouds... suits her very well. She really doesn't see the fireworks of the world, only the bookish and poetic atmosphere, and a kind of... strange funnyness?
Qin Yi cupped his hands and said, "Okay, senior."
Ju Yunxiu was furious: "Am I telling you my name so that you can add your surname when calling me senior?"
Qin Yi was helpless: "Can't I call you Yunxiu?"
Ju Yunxiu said calmly: "Is there anything wrong? Isn't it just for calling someone by name?"
Qin Yi was stunned.
Ju Yunxiu pondered for a moment and then asked: "When I saw you painting Qingcha, and when you touched the painting of ladies last night, you observed the brushwork and utensils. This is the observation angle of someone who has studied painting, not a layman."
"Yes." Qin Yi was a little embarrassed: "I have learned a few things..."
Basically, it can be said that if you put aside new painting methods such as sketching and just talk about the level of painting, you, a university monk, are not at the same level as the immortal Taoist master who specializes in this art. They can't even compare with tea, and he is not even very good.
I have the nerve to say that I am a painter. And my passion for painting is relatively low. It would be too reluctant to say that I am a professional in this art.
Ju Yunxiu added: "You can write stories and miscellaneous books...don't tell me that you didn't write them. Books about music, chess, calligraphy and painting don't just refer to calligraphy, but works. The works include poems, songs, and stories from classics and history."
Qin Yi could only say: "Ex...oh, what does Sister Yunxiu want to say?"
Ju Yunxiu turned his head and looked at the rising sun outside the window. He looked at it for a long time, as if thinking about something. After a while, he whispered in a low voice: "There is no one in the Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting Mountain."
"Well?"
"Uncle Master, who is a chess fanatic, is the only one left, supporting the chess scene and constantly dragging others to play chess. As for the piano, calligraphy, and painting... I am the only one left."
Qingcha raised her little hand: "Master and I."
"Put a piece of tea into the water yourself. You have no business interrupting."
The tea is full of tears.
Ju Yunxiu turned to look at Qin Yi: "I know you are here to seek enlightenment, or you may want to become a disciple. I am the master of this peak, and also the master of the music, chess, calligraphy and painting sect in Wandao Immortal Palace. Qin Yi, are you willing?
Enter my mountain gate?"
"Become a disciple?" Qin Yi shook his head: "No."
Ju Yunxiu said: "I know that you are not following the path of calligraphy and painting, but the traditional path of immortality. I hope you can get started because you are related to this path and have a certain interest, so you can leave this inheritance. Just in case in the future
I am wrong, but there are people who can pass on this Tao instead of forcing you to really turn to this Tao and study it carefully. You can be understood as a protector or a guest, not bound by the rules of the sect, but enjoying honor and treating each other secretly.
You are open, it is easy to break through Qinxin, what do you think?"
Qin Yi hesitated for a moment, but insisted: "I don't want to become a disciple."
"Oh?" Ju Yunxiu asked curiously: "Xianhe Chuanyuan, you are a casual cultivator. Could it be that you already have a disciple and you are lying to it?"
Qin Yi said seriously: "I got the inheritance by chance. I don't even know what my master looks like, but in my heart, he is my master. No matter how many advantages your sect has and how many benefits it can give me, I will not shout
Someone else is the master. Maybe it doesn’t care, but I do.”
When he said this, his Niwan suddenly jumped.
These days, I have been trying to understand the unbroken heart of Qin, looking for opportunities everywhere, but it seems that I am about to break through because of such a sentence.
Liusu watched silently and sighed softly.
It's not because of one sentence.
The heart of the piano is the clear mind, which is to verify one's own way. Qin Yi has a way, and he only needs to practice it instead of searching in confusion. Originally, Qin Yi was already about to break through on the way to Wandao Immortal Palace. It was not just now.
Come.
Whether it was the chivalry in the monastery before, the angry killing of adulterous monks, or the burning of Buddhist temples; or yesterday’s refusal to eat, drink, whoring and gambling; or the polite refusal of last night’s temptation to draw souls... This is all a process of practice, step by step, accumulating sand.
into a tower.
Including the current insistence on not becoming a disciple, it is also one of Qin Yi's practices. It is part of his chivalrous heart and the basic values of this man.
Although in its opinion, it is extremely stupid.
But... I have to admit, I'm quite happy.
It sighed softly: "Get started, Qin Yi. The accumulation a large sect can give you is far more beneficial than traveling around with me."
Qin Yi didn't speak, he was silently feeling the process of the mist in his body turning into water droplets.
Ju Yunxiu leaned softly, holding her pink cheeks in her slender hands, watching Qin Yi's breakthrough with great interest.
For a casual cultivator, at such a young age, with such a solid practice... it's nothing more. He can really break through the heart of the piano by asking around. This is an extremely rare thing among the top sects, let alone a casual cultivator.
Therefore, Xianhe sent word yesterday that this young man is probably a genius, and he hopes to keep him in the door as much as possible.
She was not interested at first, because Qin Yi looked delicate on the surface, and the records in the book were elegant, but he turned out to be a "vulgar martial artist" in essence, which did not suit her taste. But after testing, he was very satisfied.
The love for beautiful scenery is the soul of painting.
As for resisting the temptation of painting soul, verifying one's character is only one of them. In fact, the biggest key point is that as a painter, you cannot have the idea of painting something to enjoy. If you really have such an idea, it is impossible to achieve this.
road.
Qin Yi passed this test perfectly.
And then, there are actually gifts...
"Jin Ping Mei"...an interesting story.
Putting aside the eroticism in it, the worldly sentiments are so profound that the writing has become Taoist.
A "vulgar martial artist" unexpectedly fits the needs of her profession very well.
He is still a genius who can get into the heart of the piano... It's a pity that he has no intention of doing this.
As Qin Yi's heart gradually solidified, Ju Yunxiu suddenly said: "What if I don't want you to be my master, but you can only be worthy of my senior sister and brother? My master has died long ago, and no one wants you to kowtow."
Qin Yi was stunned for a moment. This seemed... hard to refuse...
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PS: Today’s update has been completed, and there must be 8W words. This time the total return can indeed reach 20%, and it will finally live up to everyone’s joint efforts. It feels like a big battle, and I am almost exhausted.
, I hope the quality of the article has not been reduced too much. It will return to normal two updates from tomorrow, and it needs to be polished.