After passing through the cannon fodder in the book, my brother turned out to be the male protagonis

The vendor took the portrait, looked at it carefully and said, "I'll have to ask our young master about this."

Fang Yiqin originally thought that the hawker in front of him was the painter, but after hearing what he said, it seemed like the young master was the one who painted.

With Fang Yiqin's permission, the peddler trotted into the shop behind him. Fang Yiqin took a closer look and saw that the shop in front of him was decorated magnificently with three large characters written in a flamboyant style - Jin Manlou.

After a while, the vendor came out, made a respectful gesture of invitation and said, "Sir, our young master invites you."

Is it necessary to make such a fuss just copying a painting?

After entering the building, a servant came to lead the way. He followed him step by step up to the third floor. As soon as he entered the room, the incense that hit his nose made Fang Yiqin's tired body and mind relax instantly. He saw a man in a red brocade robe standing behind the pearl curtain. He seemed to be younger than him.

"Young Master, the distinguished guest has arrived."

The young man nodded and asked the servant to leave. The maid beside him opened the curtain for him to walk more easily. Fang Yiqin saw that he was holding the portrait carefully, as if he was treating some incomparable treasure.

However, Fang Yiqin's sister is indeed an incomparable treasure.

The young man walked up to him, his face filled with the joy of meeting a soulmate, and asked, "Who is the painter of this portrait? Can you introduce him to me?"

Fang Yiqin didn't really want to reveal that he was a disciple of the Tianyun Sect in a place where there were so many independent cultivators, so he just said that a friend he knew helped him draw it and that he was now in a place far away from here.

Hearing this, the young man sighed and said regretfully, "When I first saw this portrait, I was shocked by the extremely spiritual brushstrokes. I have been painting since I was three years old, but now I can't even compare to this unknown painter. I am really ashamed."

Fang Yiqin thought about An Wensheng's age, and then looked at the boy in front of him who looked about the same age as his sister. He thought it was normal that he couldn't compare with his sister. After all, Senior Brother An had been studying talismans and formations under the tutelage of an array elder since he was twelve years old, and had been doing so for decades longer than him. It would be really abnormal if there was no gap between them.

"I like this portrait very much. I wonder if you can give it up. I am willing to exchange it for rare treasures." Qi Zhao said sincerely.

"To be honest, this portrait is of my sister. She has been kidnapped by thieves. This is the only portrait I have that looks most like her. So, no matter what I have, it is impossible to replace this portrait."

Qi Zhao was in a dilemma. On the one hand, he really liked the painting, but on the other hand, the siblings were separated and he couldn't really make a scene and snatch the painting away. He was so worried that he began to pace around the room.

Seeing Qi Zhao holding the portrait, Fang Yiqin was afraid that Qi Zhao would not return it to him, so he asked for the painting directly: "Daoyou, have you admired it enough? I still need to find other painters to copy the portrait for me."

Unexpectedly, the young man became excited and said, "Who else do you want to ask for your portrait? The one in front of you is the most famous painter in Yuezhou. Many people want to see him but cannot!"

Yuezhou? If the map was not wrong, Jin Manlou was already in Tingzhou.

Are Tingzhou's painters too arrogant?

Seeing Fang Yiqin didn't say anything, Qi Zhao thought he was unwilling to ask him to paint his portrait, so he quickly said, "I will paint your portrait now, Taoist friend, please be patient and wait."

Qi Zhao walked quickly to the long table behind the bead curtain, picked up his brush and began to copy. One of the maids came forward to grind ink for him, while the other led Fang Yiqin to the Arhat bed, adjusted the back cushion for him, and invited him to sit down.

"My dear, you have been busy for many days. Please take a rest here for a while. When the young master stops writing, I will come to invite you to move."

The maid lowered half of the bead curtain for Fang Yiqin so that he could observe what was going on in the study.

Fang Yiqin looked at the place, all of which were luxurious gold, silver and jade articles, and smelled the soothing incense. He felt sleepy for the first time in a long time. He thought that there was still some time left, so he might as well close his eyes and rest.

When Fang Yiqin woke up, Qi Zhao had just stopped writing. The maid pushed aside the beaded curtain and came in. Seeing that Fang Yiqin had woken up, she said respectfully, "Young Master has stopped writing. Please move aside, my dear."

Fang Yiqin rubbed his sore wrist, sighing that he had actually fallen asleep. Walking to the table, Qi Zhao handed Fang Yiqin the portrait painted by An Wensheng and six or seven of his own paintings.

He looked at the portrait in his hand. There was actually not much difference between the two versions of the portrait. If there was really a difference, Qi Zhao's painting was just a painting, while An Wensheng's was like directly moving a living person in front of people, and one could feel the person's joy, anger, sorrow and happiness from the painting.

Putting the portraits away, Fang Yiqin cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist. I wonder how much these paintings are worth?"

Qi Zhao waved his hand and said with a smile on his face: "No need, I have benefited a lot from copying this time. Speaking of thanks, I should thank you, fellow Taoist."

"By the way, fellow Daoist, are you going to enter the secret realm tomorrow?" Qi Zhao suddenly asked.

Fang Yiqin shook his head and said, "I came here just to find my sister's whereabouts, and I don't plan to participate in the secret realm."

Qi Zhao stroked his chin and revealed an insider information to Fang Yiqin: "I heard from the elders in my family that there is a treasure in this secret realm, called the Treasure Hunting Plate. It is said that it can show the location of both people and objects."

Fang Yiqin couldn't help but be moved when he heard this, but it was just the first time he and Qi Zhao met, what if...

In the end, Fang Yiqin did not tell Qi Zhao whether he was going to the secret realm or not. After leaving Jin Man Lou, Fang Yiqin was about to go back to his dilapidated temple. On the way, he met Xu Changluo and asked, "Fellow Daoist Xu, why are you coming from this direction?"

Xu Changluo had never exchanged messages with Fang Yiqin, so she didn't know where Fang Yiqin was. Thinking that maybe he had returned to the ruined temple, she came to the temple to look for him. However, she waited in the temple for an hour but still couldn't see him. As it was getting dark, she didn't dare to stay in the temple any longer, so she prepared to go back to the inn. Unexpectedly, she met Fang Yiqin on the way.

"I...wanted to see if you were there."

Xu Changluo lowered her head and dared not look at him. Fang Yiqin saw that her action was very similar to Fang Jingqiu's guilty look after causing trouble outside. He subconsciously felt a little fond of her and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you send me a message?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered that he had not exchanged messages with Xu Changluo, and quickly apologized: "Sorry, I was careless. Fellow Daoist Xu, please exchange with me."

After he finished speaking, he used his spiritual power to condense a purple ball in his palm. When Xu Changluo heard him say this, his face turned slightly red, and he smiled and exchanged his blue ball for the purple ball.

Fang Yiqin hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did you find a companion to form a team with today, if not, can you form a team with me?"

"No!" Xu Changluo's excited tone exposed her mood. She took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and asked, "Can I ask Fellow Daoist Fang why you suddenly want to go to the secret realm?"