Qin Yi came to the back of Ju Yunxiu's house for the first time.
Not far away is the cliff. There are green grass from behind the house to the cliff. There are several tea trees with a fragrant fragrance. The tips of the leaves are tender at this time. I wonder if the tea grows here...
There is a deck chair on the grass with a book on it. It looks like a place where Ju Yunxiu relaxes, reads and sleeps in the afternoon.
Very bourgeois.
Qin Yi feels that if you add a parasol on top, sunglasses and coffee, it will be like a villa lawn, a model of petty bourgeoisie life.
There is a clear pond outside the back of the house. Qingcha said that this is where the brushes were washed. However, it does not look dirty at all. It is not stained black by the ink as expected, and there is no variety of paints and paints. Instead, it is crystal clear, with lotus leaves and fish.
Shrimps flickered under the lotus leaves.
There is a rainbow floating on the pond, running through the north and south, like a bridge.
Ju Yunxiu slowly walked onto the rainbow.
Qin Yi stood behind and felt a little embarrassed: "I don't know how to fly into the clouds. Will I fall if I step on it?"
Ju Yunxiu let out a "plop" sound, looked back and chuckled: "Come up, you won't fall."
Qin Yi tried to step on it. It was neither virtual nor real. He didn't know the material. It felt like a dream when he stepped on it.
"Is this...painted?"
"yes."
Ju Yunxiu simply responded and stood on Hongqiao looking at the lotus leaves without saying much.
Qin Yi walked slowly to his side and heard Ju Yunxiu whisper softly: "This Hongqiao is the symbol of the initial completion of my painting. It can already make dead objects appear. Although it does not involve the soul, it already has infinite possibilities. That's right.
From that moment on, Master safely passed on the sect to me."
So this is considered a commemorative boudoir place? Ordinary people cannot come.
She also has the heart of a young literary girl.
Qin Yi stood beside her, feeling the fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, and whispered: "Actually, people like you... don't want to be a sect leader."
"You can't just get a bargain and be good." Ju Yunxiu said: "Although I don't want to take on any important responsibilities of the sect, I must admit that the benefits of being the sect leader are great. These twenty-two spiritual mountains are under my control.
The spiritual land listens to my instructions, the relics of my ancestors belong to me, and the chess-crazy book fairy protects me... If a person is free and at ease outside, it seems to be more in line with his own way, but in fact he may not be able to enjoy the comfort of today's world."
Qin Yi thought thoughtfully, the meaning here is actually a bit interesting, and many people may not be able to see it clearly like Ju Yunxiu.
Although Ju Yunxiu has a youthful spirit, he is still a sober and strong man after all. He will not be distracted by "running towards freedom and hobbies" and forget what is the prerequisite for truly giving himself comfort.
"So since we enjoy this benefit, we need to bear this responsibility, care about its inheritance, and maintain its majesty." Ju Yunxiu said: "I once thought that if I find a reliable successor, I can learn chess and be crazy about books.
Just like the two immortal uncles, give the burden to the young people and become a supreme elder yourself, then you can have both worlds."
Qin Yi pointed at himself with a strange expression: "Have you considered me?"
"Originally I thought about it." Ju Yunxiu said with a smile: "Later I felt that you have less desire for power and career than me, and you have no sense of belonging. If I really leave it to you, I'm afraid you will run faster than me.
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"Understand me." Qin Yi also smiled: "Because of this, you and I are the same person."
Ju Yunxiu tilted his head slightly, his face flushed, but he did not refute.
Indeed, their mutual understanding of each other stems from this.
Likewise, he has no desire for power or greed, and loves the purity and freedom of being out of the world, and pursues music, painting, and aloofness from the world.
The same loneliness, the same feeling... like a passerby.
One is that he has no Taoist friends, and has no one to listen to him, so he can only bully the little maid. The other is that he always feels a little out of place in this world, a stranger in a foreign land, and when Liusu disappears, he feels unbearable loneliness.
Of course, the specifics are still very different. For example, Ju Yunxiu is sincerely obsessed with music, calligraphy and painting, while Qin Yi only treats it as a way to gain enlightenment. And Ju Yunxiu also knows that Qin Yi is not what he seems.
Such a humble gentleman also has some dirty thoughts.
But compared to the difficulty of finding a soulmate, those differences are not important anymore, and it is not like looking in the mirror.
So they were so compatible with each other that even the plan for him to participate in the discussion conference was changed, so he changed his mind.
Originally, they were just confidants who comforted each other, and neither party had any impure thoughts. However, due to the "picture scroll confession" that was misunderstood by the entire Immortal Palace, it was finally no longer pure.
The state of mind of both parties has rippled, and the reason is unclear. The channel of love has not yet been completed. Even if it is said to be cut off, it will not be let go.
So "I want to draw you with my own hands" became the best excuse between the two of them.
In fact, they stand side by side on the Hongqiao Bridge, enjoying the gentle breeze blowing by the pool. They are quiet and quiet. They are just companions, so where do they get the paintbrush?
He didn't know how long he stood quietly before Qin Yi broke the silence: "Your master's painting is in the hands of Zheng Yunyi... Is it the one you said you lost to the Zheng family in a bet?"
After all, business is important, and you can take your time with other things.
"That should be another one. My master should not give my portrait to others." Ju Yunxiu muttered: "In my understanding, this painting should have been buried with the master..."
"From that tone, you didn't bury it with your own hands?"
Ju Yunxiu said angrily: "Who do you want to bury monks like us? Choose your own tomb, seal it from all directions, and the world will be unknown."
After a pause, he continued: "When heaven and humans are in decline, their ugliness is fully revealed... They are even more embarrassed than mortals dying. No one wants to be seen unless necessary."
Qin Yi complained: "The monks are obsessed with saving face, but they still look beyond the surface."
"..."
"So since you didn't bury it yourself, this painting was lost to the Zheng family, and the other one was buried with it." Qin Yi said: "You think your master won't give your portrait to others, maybe he didn't give it to anyone else.
Your master intended to bring you and someone from the Zheng family together, but he later put it aside."
Ju Yunxiu frowned and thought for a while, then said to himself: "It's not impossible. If so, it means that the master was dissatisfied with the palace master and reached some kind of tacit understanding with Mou Zong."
"Huh? And the story of the palace master?"
"Because the palace master has not been seen in person for many years. Everything is relayed by the crane. Even if we go to the palace to see him, we only talk to him from a distance and never see anyone."
Qin Yi finally understood why this Tao discussion conference, which was supposed to reflect the palace master's attention, did not see the palace master in person.
It’s no wonder that some people from the Planning Sect began to use their schemes against their fellow sects, with the intention of annexing or squeezing space to seize resources step by step. The ultimate goal is probably to seek the position of palace master. With such a rivalry under the sect, the palace master should not be completely
I can't tell, maybe I'm in some kind of abnormal situation, and it's not appropriate to deal with it in a big way, so I have to have a tacit understanding?
"I'm afraid something may have happened to the Palace Master... Before he showed up for the last time, did you hear that he was going to secretly practice any skills or do anything?"
Ju Yunxiu thought for a while: "I only heard Xianhe say a very strange word, saying that he is guarding tombs. But in this fairy palace, whose tomb is worthy of being guarded by the palace owner in seclusion?"
Qin Yi was also confused when he heard this. Ju Yunxiu didn't know anything about it in Wandao Immortal Palace for thousands of years. He knew even less about Immortal Palace, let alone trying to figure out what was going on.
But at least one thing can be judged.
The palace master is actually in a state of semi-retirement and will not show up under normal circumstances. In fact, most of the deacons in the main hall of the Immortal Palace do not have high levels of spiritual practice and are responsible for the operation of internal and external government affairs. In other words,
The actual controllers of Wandao Immortal Palace are the strongest four system sects. Whoever defeats the other three sects will be the acting palace master...
Well, you, Qinqi, Shuhua, there are only two or three kittens here. If others don’t come to you for surgery first, who else will they do?
"If this is the case... we can actually ask the other two sects to intervene and tell them the truth of the matter. If we fail, they will be next. Why should we two sects stupidly fight each other?"
Ju Yunxiu hesitated and said: "If someone else intervenes, I'm afraid the situation will be more complicated. After all, we have few people and will be stretched thin to deal with it."
Qin Yi said: "But the other party has invited outsiders to intervene, and he is not as gentleman as imagined. I'm afraid that we will have to fight one against two, and that would be a tragedy."
"Huh?" Ju Yunxiu didn't react for a moment.
Qin Yi sneered slightly: "Where did the Dahuanxi Temple elixir in Xixiangzi come from?"