Qin Yi first returned to the Qinqi, calligraphy and painting sect.
The main peak, Qinqi Peak, used to be that Ju Yunxiu lived on the top of the mountain, and his uncle, the chess idiot, was on the mountainside. Qin Yi went straight to the mountainside to meet the chess idiot, but at a glance he saw Jingze sitting outside painting.
Jingze raised his head and glanced at him.
"..." Continue to draw.
"Hey." Qin Yi said with a smile: "Although we haven't seen each other for a long time and we are very unfamiliar, wouldn't it be too rude to ignore him? At least we had friendship before we were classmates."
"How should I deal with it?" Jingze said without raising his head: "I haven't seen you since I started here, okay... This is your own territory, do you still want me to laugh and ask where the guest comes from?"
"Uh..." Qin Yi sat down in front of him: "This is very different from what Death Crane said about everyone using me as their idol. There is a huge gap in expectations."
Jingze couldn't help but smile: "It's true that others admire you, but I..."
Qin Yi asked expectantly: "What?"
"I'm just a painter. It's none of my business whether you're good at fighting with others or not?"
Qin Yi was stunned for a moment and covered his forehead. Yes, this is the typical sign of the idiots in Wandao Immortal Palace. The most troublesome thing for the palace master is this... Those who will worship are low-level disciples who have entered the Immortal Palace a little bit.
They all said the typical "none of my business", "Why don't you try my steamed buns?" and so on.
"But brother, didn't you scold me at the beginning and say that you are no longer a human being? That's why you refused to enter the house and was driven back by my senior sister?"
"Now I am no longer human, can't I live in a way that I hate?" Jingze finally stopped painting and sighed: "Actually, you guys went too far. One or two turned away the shopkeepers, leaving me alone.
Housekeeper, what can I do except hide here and paint? Is it useful to envy you to dominate the world? Can I get out? Who cares about the bunch of young disciples on the mountain over there? "
"...You are not bad at all. You are the acting sect leader when you enter the door, right? A sect with great power..."
Jingze said angrily: "What the hell is the sect master? The above, including you, are all supreme elders. I am just a naked person and no one can control me. I am the acting sect leader, and I am also the handyman! Those children are all handled by me personally."
I brought them up and ran away a lot. Am I the leader of the sect or the one who runs a private school?"
Qin Yi was confused and choked for a long time before saying, "Where's Uncle, the chess-crazy master?"
Jingze glanced at him sideways: "He is now the Qianyuan boss, and the dragon is becoming more and more invisible. Yes, I have to call him uncle. Should I call you uncle?"
Qin Yi joked: "You know it's your uncle, why don't you say hello?"
Jingze looked at him with a strange expression, as if he wanted to throw the ink on the table at his face.
You fucking kidnapped my master and left me alone as the new sect master since I first started. I didn’t even have a master to teach me any immortal skills. I relied on ancient books to pass them down. An old man who was addicted to chess came here.
Do you know what the scene of instructing and painting is like... You actually came to show off your seniority...
Qin Yi leaned back and made a defensive posture.
In fact, Qin Yi knows better than anyone else that Senior Sister has been hiding her thoughts and was just waiting for you to take over and trick you. This can’t be entirely blamed on me for kidnapping people... Even if I don’t exist, Senior Sister is probably waiting for you.
After arriving, I happily passed a bunch of things to you and ran away with the tea. This is almost inevitable.
It can be imagined that the chess fanatic gave up even more after he realized the Qianyuan. This so-called chess, calligraphy and painting sect really only has a polished commander in Jingze, enlightening a few pine, bamboo and plum blossoms, and leading a group of little children.
If you want to blame it, blame it on the way of Wan Dao Immortal Palace being so deceptive.
So honest people are at a disadvantage. Since you, Jingze, feel that it is wrong to be obsessed with something as if it is not a human being, then you will definitely shoulder the responsibility of the sect and teach the children honestly. Character determines destiny...
Fortunately, after all these years, the little babies have grown up...
Just as I was thinking this, I saw a group of young men and women going up the mountain.
Qin Yi turned around and took a look. The older ones were all in their twenties, and the younger ones were already fifteen or sixteen. There were men and women. They were all handsome and graceful in appearance. If they didn't know better, they would have thought this was some kind of literary club.
A place to live together, not a place for immortals.
The Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting School has this kind of characteristics, and all the students it teaches are literary young people.
These are all the children who were coaxed up the mountain by me with Lazy Sheep and Saber... Some of them may have escaped, most of them are here... They are all so big.
It’s no wonder that Wuxian, who was more than two years old at that time, is now teasing his master...
Time is really a butcher's knife.
The Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting Sect, which once had only two or three kittens, finally had the vitality of a sect.
"Ah...could that be Uncle Qin?" Someone with sharp eyes saw Qin Yi sitting opposite Jingze.
"It's really Uncle Qin, I met him when I was a kid!"
Yes, they are Ju Yunxiu's disciples in terms of seniority, Qin Yi is the master uncle, and Jingze acts as the sect leader as the "elder brother".
A group of boys and girls gathered around Qin Yi and saluted with extremely excited expressions: "Disciple has seen Master Uncle."
Those people with wild eyes are really the "idols" in Xianhe's mouth.
Wandao Immortal Palace has been synonymous with the most popularity outside these years, the Qianzong Competition. One person fought against all the heroes and protected the face of Wandao Immortal Palace. He was like a hero holding up the sky; then at the Qiongqi Altar, despite the efforts of other disciples,
Downplaying Qin Yi's character and calling it a victory of unity, anyone with a brain can understand the core meaning of Qin Yi's story. Without him, everyone would be dead.
In the end, he was hunted down by the Wushen Sect and survived for seven years.
If young people don’t admire such an uncle, who should they admire?
"Hello, hello." Qin Yi felt the spirit stone from the ring in a comfortable mood: "Come on, come on, everyone has a share of the meeting gift... It's a pity that I forgot to leave some magic weapons before..."
Taotie huddled in the ring, watching helplessly as one piece of the spiritual stone in front of him was missing, and then another piece was missing...
These are the purest, richest and pure natural spiritual stones without a trace of impurities. They are commonly known as the best spiritual stones. A piece as big as a fingernail can be exchanged for a magic weapon. You just throw out the ones as big as a fist... Aren't these?
Is it the dog’s established food?
The black fur ball shed tears.
"Thank you, uncle, he is the best!" The teenagers gathered around Qin Yi and were very attentive, and some girls tried to squeeze in to take advantage of him. Jingze sat there with a straight face, feeling annoyed and didn't know what to say.
I pooped and peed until you got bigger, and in your eyes you only have this stinky uncle who hasn’t come back since he left home for almost ten years...
"You will be blessed, Xiao Zeze." Qin Yi patted his shoulder kindly and handed over a jade slip: "This is senior sister's experience in proving Qianyuan. You can keep it, it will be beneficial in the end."
With the path pioneered by our predecessors, at least in terms of painting, future generations no longer need to explore on their own.
This is where the value of inheritance lies.
No matter how outrageous Ju Yunxiu's rejection is, this single thing is his greatest contribution to the Painting Sect.
Jingze took it solemnly and bowed: "Uncle Master, if you see me again, I would like to say hello to you."
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Qin Yi was in a good mood after leaving the Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting Sect.
Jingze has become a cloud, and a bunch of disciples are all late Fengchu and even Qinxin. It is obvious to the naked eye that a vibrant sect is growing. No matter how he and Ju Yunxiu shake hands, they are still very happy to see this scene.
In this sense, the inheritance of "Tao tradition" is the most important thing for monks, comparable to the desire of mortals to reproduce.
This is also a "circle".
Ju Yunxiu accepted him as Qin Yi's "Dharma Protector" and hooked up his children to join him, until now Yuan Yuan has blossomed and bore fruit.
It is enough to make people feel at ease and feel like a spring breeze.
"Eh? Isn't this Qin Yi?"
Fei Fei met Yin Yigu on the way to Qi Ji Yin Qiao Sect.
He was coming back from the Qi Ji Yin Qiao Sect with a wine gourd on his back, looking unlucky.
"What's wrong, Brother Yin?"
"We made a new fine wine, claiming to be able to intoxicate the gods, but we happily shared it with the various sects. Those stinky craftsmen actually used my wine to lubricate the machine. Damn it..."
Qin Yi couldn't help but laugh: "I'm a little close friend with you in this regard. Speaking of poetry and wine, I drank too much and felt a little tired. Can you give me some of this new wine?"
Yin Yigu was not stingy but happily took out a gourd: "Then I'll give you this gourd. Please note that this wine is of a very high quality. You can't drink it all, so drink sparingly."
"Okay." Qin Yi took the wine gourd and asked, "What's the name of this wine?"