Ju Yunxiu looked at Qin Yi's eyes, and Qin Yi looked at each other calmly.

Both of them gradually rippled.

Ju Yunxiu knew that Qin Yi was not picking good words, and that kind of mood was real.

Because Qin Yi himself is not a person who loves music, he is just interested and cultivates one's own character. The two people's confidants do not know the music and painting themselves, but know the meaning.

For Qin Yi, when he was interested, he drew a painting for some kind of record. It was normal for him to draw a flute and play the music without any trouble. It would be a bit of a forced costume. It would be normal if he didn't play it.

Unless someone is together.

Then she was the only one who lived in Yunxiu. From the beginning, Qin Yi learned these things just to be harmonious with her.

Thinking of this, Ju Yunxiu was a little proud: That stick knows how elegant it is, hum.

but……

"You learned these things in the past to calm your mind. I think you don't need these things now, and you have calmed down and slowed down." Ju Yunxiu asked, "Is it my illusion? Or is it because the formlessness is perfect, so naturally it is?"

Qin Yi looked up and thought: "It's a formless road that requires this. If Jiuying hadn't caused me to deal with it, I would probably stay in a place for a hundred years without moving, and completely slow down, look at the mist and rain around me, the clouds in the mountains, play a song of flowing water, and make a pot of tea..."

Qingcha: "…"

Qin Yi reached out and grabbed the dazed hair on Qingcha's head, and smiled and said, "Senior sister used to inspire Qingcha, but she was thinking in her heart, right?"

Ju Yunxiu smiled with his head in his head, "Your path without form is actually my path to Huiyang, which is embarrassing."

"This is actually a consistent way of Taoism, no matter the realm. I'm regaining it now, but looking back." Qin Yi continued to stumble on Mao: "I feel that Taoism is just like this. I don't know how to prove it, but I think as long as no one comes to hit me, it's no big deal if it's not too clear, it's no big deal."

Ju Yunxiu laughed: "I think that if you continue to have such a state of mind, you will naturally be too clear."

Qin Yi continued to stumble on Mao: "Maybe."

In his opinion, it seems that the dashing hair of tea is more important than the discussion of Taiqing Road.

The tea finally exploded: "Uncle stinky, what are you touching?"

Qin Yi was happy: "Your dumb hair can stand straight and not droop. It's so cute. It's so good to cultivate immortality."

"Ahhhh!" Qing Cha turned his head to bite his hand.

I was so angry that my uncle was no longer bullied by my master. I thought that my uncle would save the poor tea when he came, but he could not do anything except touch the hair.

Qin Yi fought and retreated to the ground to fight with Qingcha, and was very happy.

"Puchi..." Ju Yunxiu finally laughed out loud.

He said he has changed a lot, his temperament has changed a lot, he has a bit of a leader's qualities and a bit of a profound aura, but in fact he has never changed. Whether he looks back or forgets his innocent child, he is still him.

Qin Yi grabbed Qingcha's two small fists with one big hand, and Qingcha raised his foot and kicked it. He couldn't kick it again, but he still couldn't kick it. He was so angry that he cried.

Qin Yi hurriedly coaxed: "Don't cry, don't cry, be good at Qingcha, I'll give you this."

As he said that, he handed over a small jade bottle, and Qingcha sniffed his nose with tears in his eyes: "What is this?"

"Bei Ming's ice crystal marrow condensed into a drop of dew."

Ju Yunxiu was slightly moved: "Good thing."

Qin Yi smiled and said, "Maybe it is good for plants... By the way, Qingcha has been transformed by Jianmu juice, so why is it still so slow to practice? I don't want her to live a long life, and she has turned into a piece of tea that can never be enlightened."

Qingcha snatched the little jade bottle, hugged it and stopped crying, his eyes dripping.

Ju Yunxiu's beautiful eyes rolled around Qingcha and him for several times, but said nothing after all, but just smiled: "The five aggregates of Qingcha have been opened and have the ability to practice. It is not like when I was always a girl in the heart of the piano that could not grow. Now that I can rush to the clouds, I can be even higher. As long as you and I pay more attention to it... I am a little stupid and there is still a way to save it..."

Tea ceremony: "I'm not stupid. I'm fine to draw!"

Qin Yi waved his hand and Qingcha came over. Qin Yi said with his ears: "Have you painted a book recently?"

"The essence of painting is there." Qingcha: "I drew my master's..."

Qin Yi was ecstatic: "Show me... By the way, don't show it to others."

"No, I only saw it myself." Qing Cha sneakily took out the drawing from under her skirt.

A slender hand reached over and grabbed Qingcha's ears and threw it under the Baiyu Bridge.

A scream came, and a piece of tea swayed and flowed with the water.

Qin Yi shrank his head.

Ju Yunxiu looked at him with a smile: "You said you drew a painting some time ago and showed it to me."

Qin Yi sat next to her and took out the things he drew when he was living in seclusion in a small town a few days ago.

Ju Yunxiu took it and looked at it one by one.

At the beginning, he just nodded slightly, thinking that Qin Yi was painting well, and his spirit and form were all revealed, and he was deeply influenced by the three flavors of painting.

But as I watched, I gradually became enlightened.

She felt the smell of "spirit".

That is, the book of the immortal, and her paintings can have a certain spirituality, which is also a prerequisite for manifestation. Under the operation of their special magic, it can be manifested.

But Qin Yi's spirit... made her feel a little different...

It seems that it cannot be revealed... But for some reason, there is a feeling that the origin of the great way is lingering in it, which is indescribable, and it can even promote her paintings in turn...

If Liusu Yaoguang looks at these paintings, he may not have the feeling of Ju Yunxiu. This is the counterpart.

"Your paintings... seem to have a very high Taoist realm in it, which makes me feel like a Taiqing thing." Ju Yunxiu said in a dream, "Is this really what you painted?"

"It's... in those days, I can't tell the truth clearly." Qin Yi said with some regret: "I originally left the small city and wanted to go to the demon city to continue, but unfortunately, Jiuying had a lot of trouble, and finally dispersed this artistic conception. Now it's hard to find it."

Ju Yunxiu said in a daze: "Since you have it, you may still have it. What else do you want to draw?"

"Things, Jianmu, etc..." Qin Yi said: "I still want to write when I've been almost done."

"Hmm? Don't you already have matching characters in the picture?"

"It's different. I'm looking back on what I've seen in this life. Those words are just graphic descriptions, and they are still part of the painting."

"Then what you mean..."

"Since it is a recollection, then memories may not be full of characters and things, and there are some other things..." Qin Yi said: "For example, what you know is like the ten thousand ways of this immortal palace? I will write it one by one and make a complete review of what you know and what you know. My path to Taiqing should be found here."

Ju Yunxiu looked at him calmly for a while, and suddenly said, "When you finish this, you can merge them with this mountain and river painting world?"

Qin Yi casually said, "No problem. If you really do that, then it's the change in this painting, right?"

Ju Yunxiu said to himself in a faint and inauspicious way: "Taiqing? No...not...not..."

Qin Yi didn't hear what she said clearly. When she talked about the world of mountains and rivers, her mind turned to this place. Seeing the blood color faintly appearing in the scroll, even the scene in the painting was blocked. I couldn't help asking, "Can't Zuo Qingtian handle it?"

"Well, he is too strong. This bloody power has destroyed the entire painting world several times... Fortunately, this is just a painting..." Ju Yunxiu's eyes fell back to the scroll and said with some distress: "If I follow the conventional method of sacrifice and refining, I might need a long-term retreat to do this... But is the current situation appropriate?"

Qin Yi pulled out his mace: "I'll poke him!"

Ju Yunxiu laughed silently, remembering the scene of Feng Buli.

"Zuo Qingtian is not Feng Buli. You are almost meaningless to him in such a way. Even if Feng Buli was aware of the soul power after Qianyuan, it was not caused by your stick."

"Then I will also go to him with my soul power. My practice is higher than his now."

Ju Yunxiu's beautiful eyes flowed and he chuckled, "It is not only the soul power that can be introduced into the painting world, but also the sound. Didn't you say that you want to play the flute without anyone? Now I'm here."

In a sense, this sentence has a bit of a literary and elegant version of the word. If you want the piano and zither to be combined, no one will be together. Now I am... Of course, this meaning is extremely obscure. No matter how you listen to it, it is just a ensemble to fight the enemy together. Qin Yi was so itchy that he could not touch her, but he had to cooperate with her. We were just fighting the enemy for music and were sure.

Qin Yi took out Yunxiu flute and crossed it to his lips.

Ju Yunxiu's cheeks were slightly red, and he lowered his head to look at him, so he took out the seven-stringed lyre.

The blushing face and heart heated, a clear sound suddenly broke through the bloody sky in the painting world.

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Chapter completed!