Asked About The World Of Mortals

Chapter 148 Night in the guest house (monthly ticket 4500 plus more updates)

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 a few camellias blooming beside the house, and the mountain spring flows under the flower trees. The water is clear and soft. Occasionally, petals fall and float with the water, I don’t know where they are.

Looking up into the distance, the sky is dim and the distant mountains are indistinct among the dimming clouds. The vast mountains are invisible, vast and distant. There is a crane singing Jiugao, and the sound is 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."

Liu Su 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." Liu Su said lightly: "Immortal Dao seeks, what is 'Tao'? Tao follows nature. If you can't even appreciate the beauty of nature in a hurry, what's the point of talking about Tao? But the stack of forces misses the true meaning. So this The art of calligraphy and painting has some meaning, you can learn 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." Liu Su said: "The same is true for monsters. , what is a demon? The flying crane is not a demon, and the little tea girl is just the tip of a piece of tea leaf, so it is not a demon. The Ye Ling snake is fierce, and the sky fire is rising, it is a demon... It is hard to explain. "

"Uh, organization problem?"

"Ha..." Liu Su didn't say much and said with a smile: "You and I have nothing to say to a guy who has a cognitive gap of tens of thousands of years. It's true that you can discuss this kind of thing with Ming He 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 accurately landed on the lampstand on the table, and the oil lamp ignited gently.

It turns out that it is not illuminated by any pearls or spells, but by lights. A true mountain hermit lives among the clouds and returns to nature.

"Overall, this Myriad Dao Immortal Palace is not really a heretic, it just has a different philosophy." Qin Yi finally said: "If you look at it from this mountain, they are from the True Immortal family, at least they are more talkative than the Myriad Manifestations Forest Net Sect. ”

Liu Su did not respond. This is what Qin Yi needs to think about in his Qin Xin Sandie. Therefore, it would be meaningless to say more about it when visiting the Tao.

This guest house is also very unique.

There are pictures of beautiful ladies on all sides, lifelike. If he hadn't known clearly that these were paintings, Qin Yi might have thought that these were photos with very high pixels at first glance.

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 strange, the spiritual power is hidden, and even the ink used is very special.

Just like when he made his own talismans, yellow paper and red sand were rare items, and Jingze was recruited by Myriad Manifestations Forest Net Sect because he had a frightening pen. The reason is similar. Mortal things cannot be painted as the treasures of immortals.

On the other wall opposite the bedside table is a whole bookcase filled with countless books.

Liu Su suddenly said: "For ordinary collections, you only need to use the jade slips Ming He sent 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 treat others like this. The book is damaged."

Qin Yi said "Hmm", Liu Su could understand this even if he didn't say it. Immortals also use paper books, usually for more solemn things, such as Buddhist and Taoist scriptures. For women here, they basically treat any book 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 to pass the time for guests to 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 story, with a strong sense of romance, and some of the ambiguous scenes can make people blush. Although it's not really explicit pornography, it really doesn't look 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 were before transmigration, 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.

I felt quite funny in my heart. In the mortal world, living in a place like the Prince's Mansion, where there should 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 except for secret books I haven't read any other books. As a result, when I arrived in this fairyland, where the immortals lived in seclusion, I saw a cabinet of idle books, which was really turned 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 started cultivating 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 is a habit brought about by experience. As early as when he entered the house, he simply set up a reminder formation. Any force that entered the range would wake him up.

Qin Yi recovered his mind and opened his eyes. He was stunned at the sight.

Among the paintings of maids on the wall, the beauty in one of them actually stepped out of the painting gracefully. There was only the background and no trace of anyone left on the scroll.

When the woman saw Qin Yi open her 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 sleep with 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 painting scroll. There is no innocence in the world, and there is no ghosts and gods. Accompanying you is lonely, which is the duty of the painting soul of the guest house. Otherwise, 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? Are there special paintings of entertaining 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 take your pick. They lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes: "You will be at your disposal."

Qin Yi sighed: "Learning how to paint 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 room, you must know the basics 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 place will be grateful to you for the kindness of staying here."

Several women were stunned.

You left us here, saying 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.

(End of chapter)