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Qin Yi thought this painter was really interesting.

He should be a very just person, and he is so pedantic that he is not as if he is pretending.

But he seems to have a relationship with the Wanxiang Senluo Sect and is protected by it. Can he and Meng Qingying have the same style? They are completely different people.

As Jingze painted, he felt Qin Yi looking at him, so he couldn't help but look up and ask, "What are you doing when you keep looking at me?"

Qin Yi asked, "You are wandering around the threshold of practicing Taoism and are not allowed to enter. You can get started with a little guidance. Do you know?"

"Know."

"The Wanxiang Senluo Sect is a first-class demon sect and is ranked among the top in the world. Do you know?"

Jingze glanced at him again: "I know."

"Since the Wanxiang Senluo Sect is protecting you, why don't you learn the Tao from the Wanxiang Senluo Sect?" Qin Yi asked: "This is an immortal fate that people in the world can't ask for, right? You don't even learn at the door, are you stupid..."

Liusu: "Puchi..."

Qin Yi blushed: "While going, I don't have the worries of taking over the body."

Jingze was answering: "The Wanxiang Senluo Sect is a Demon Sect, and its actions are incompatible with those of you. If you enter the sect, you will definitely do many things that go against your original wishes. So they invited me several times, but I don't want to enter the sect either."

Qin Yiqi said: "It's true that they invited you? I think you are very genius?"

"It's just because of the ancestor's inheritance of a shocking pen. Using this pen to draw portraits is a wonderful way to capture souls and shocking souls, and it is in line with some magical and magical ways of the Wanxiang Senluo Sect. But this requires the way of painting, and it's meaningless to draw the other party's spirit. Those who don't know how to take the pen are, of course I hope I can join."

"So that's it. The Vientiane Senluo Sect is so easy to talk to. Instead of forcing you to protect you?"

"I probably hope I'm sincere, because they want to accept a disciple in this direction, rather than just asking for a dog, otherwise I can turn me into a puppet, so why should I invite you?" Jingze sighed: "So it just makes me feel embarrassed. So sooner or later I can't hold back and join their disciples."

"Interesting, you and the Wanxiang Senluo Sect are quite interesting." Qin Yi smiled with his hands.

I turned around and saw that the fire in the temple was getting bigger and bigger. The tongue of fire had begun to extend to the nearby peach forest, but was blocked by some invisible spiritual energy and did not burn for a while.

But it is obvious that the protective power of Kyoze paintings is too weak and it will not be able to be defended sooner or later.

Qin Yi couldn't bear to burn such a beautiful peach forest, so he reached out to pinch a magic trick.

The fire tongue strangely no longer clashed left and right, but it was fierce to the sky and could no longer burn the peach forest.

Jingze looked at it in surprise and asked, "Is this trick difficult?"

"It's not very difficult. What you need is control and no power." Qin Yi smiled and said, "Do you learn?"

Jingze thought for a while, shook his head again, and smiled: "At this time, the spring breeze is warmer, the evil cave has been destroyed, and the peach forest is becoming more and more gorgeous. I think you are also a beauty lover, so you are willing to drink with the peach blossoms and have a drink?"

Qin Yi looked at him: "You seem to have no money."

Kyoze said: "You can invite me today."

Qin Yi laughed.

Deep in the peach forest, there is a stone pavilion to entertain guests. People are tired of going outings and enjoying the scenery here. Today, when the tourists are gone, they are quiet.

Qin Yi went to the wine shop outside to buy wine, and the two sat opposite each other and drank with each other.

Jingze seemed to have not drunk wine for a long time. He only took a sip and felt a little drunk. However, his expression became more and more distant. Looking at the long peach forest, he seemed to be recalling memories.

Qin Yi knew that he wanted to tell stories, but he didn't urge him. The feeling of a glass of wine in the peach and plum blossom made him a little literary and poetic, but unfortunately he had no money in his stomach and could not read poetry.

"My family is a heir of calligraphy and painting. When I was very young, painting was praised by famous masters and praised as a child prodigy." Jingze finally said, "But in fact, although I have some talent, I should not be praised. Because our family's historic poster skills are not human skills, but also in the real world. It is strange that if I use immortal Tao to paint the world, it is not famous."

Qin Yi said, "Your immortal path has not been fully passed on? Is there no magic trick?"

"As close. Skill but not righteous." Jingze said: "So when I was a teenager, I went out to study, worshiped all famous teachers, visited famous mountains and rivers, and tried to find the real way of painting."

"But you come back without any progress?"

"The painting skills on earth are useless to me... If I want to draw my soul, I need immortals." Jingze looked into the distance in a daze and whispered: "It is said that the Wandao Immortal Palace has a way of painting, and my ancestors got a trace of inheritance from it. So I went through hard work and found the legendary Wandao Immortal Palace."

Qin Yi stopped asking, it was obvious that Jingze was a little disappointed when he visited the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace.

Sure enough, I heard Jingze say: "In the Wandao Immortal Palace, there are indeed people who are acquainted with piano, poetry, calligraphy and painting, but..." He paused and sighed: "It's not the same as I imagined."

“How to say it?”

"There are all book tycoons, painting tycoons, chess tycoons, and even foodies, gambling ghosts, and erotic sticks. Everyone is obsessed with, and they are all crazy, and they are known as the world's paths. There are also people who are known as crazy, but compared with them, you can't see them doing anything else, as if they exist just for those things. Brother Qin, you are a practitioner, do you think this is an immortal?"

Qin Yi smiled bitterly: "What kind of cultivator am I?... At most, I am an explorer, and I also want to know what an immortal is."

Jingze said decisively: "In the following point of view, this name is called immortal, it is no longer human, it is not the immortal way in my heart, nor is it the magic way in my heart. At that time, I was young and energetic, and once this statement came out, the Wandao Immortal Palace would not accept me. I had no regrets and went back to my hometown."

Speaking of this, he drank the wine and smiled and said, "For more than ten years of confusing exploration, he was wandering around on the road. After all, this painting still stagnates and is ashamed of his ancestors."

Qin Yi raised his glass to greet each other: "I think you are almost at ease."

"Hmm?" Jingze shook his head: "I'm not hiding it from Brother Qin, I'm really confused and can't get in."

"What you seek is no longer skill, but seeking the Tao. And there are thousands of great ways, and it is normal for others' Tao to be incompatible with you. As long as you have your own Tao, you will continue."

"My own way..."

"Brother Tai does not care about praise or criticism, gain or loss, does not flow with evil ways, and does not care about the world. He just wants to leave a mark on the beautiful scenery in his heart. Although he is not like the obsession of the Immortal Palace of Ten Thousand Daoes, he is in a consistent way. How can he not be Tao?"

"So this is the Tao..." Jingze looked at Taohua in the distance with his eyes: "I have Tao myself, so why should I ask for the Tao of others? I ride a donkey and look for a donkey without knowing it."

He suddenly took out the peach blossoms that had been spent half of the time from the painting basket, and took out another paintbrush with radiance.

The colors are sprinkled, and stars are blooming from the scroll, as if the shadow of peach wood slowly rises up in the scroll, and then it is dense and full of vitality. The shadow of peach forest appears in the sky, as bright as clouds.

Qin Yi watched helplessly as the huge spiritual energy of heaven and earth penetrated into Jingze's body, and then turned from virtual to solid, the dantian was overflowing, the three gates were opened, the Niwan suddenly moved, and the soul fell to the ground.

The heart of the piano is threefold and dances with the fetus immortals, and the nine qi reflects the light from the night.

This painter who has not started practicing Qi actually made a Taoist fetus and achieved the heart of the piano...

Qin Yi was speechless, but there was no big surprise.

Because he seems to have not practiced, but has actually practiced for a long time, it is not the same as an ordinary mortal.

Whether or not you have been trained through magic power is not important to this, because this is just a painter who retains beauty, not a fighter.

He has attained enlightenment.

Jingze stood up and bowed to Qin Yi: "Thank you to fellow Taoist, you will be successful in the future, all thanks to fellow Taoist's words."

Do you think you have accomplished nothing? Just talking about the state of cultivation, you have passed me all at once, okay?... Are you having a jealous or me?

Qin Yi wanted to complain, but he knew in his heart that if he had succeeded in practicing, he might not have succeeded.

This is a different path.

Liusu was saying: "It's interesting and interesting. Qin Yi, Qin Yi, I am more and more looking forward to Wandao Immortal Palace. This place must be very interesting."

Qin Yi asked Jingze: "Brother Jing, I am about to go to the Wandao Immortal Palace. Do you still go and take a look? Maybe you will go again at this time and you will have a new understanding."

Jingze thought for a while and smiled, "Go. But I want to go slowly. I have painted the beauty I have missed all the way, so I won't walk with Brother Qin."

"Well. I'm in the search for the immortal path, and there is still a day to meet in the future. I hope Brother Jing will be able to master the paintings by then." Qin Yi bowed and turned around, his sleeves fluttered, and he sank into the peach forest, gradually disappearing.

Jing Ze watched his back leave, pondered for a moment, then spread out the scroll and drew a picture.

In the painting, there is Qin Yi, who is blue shirt and cloth shoes, and his mind is free and easy, floating in the peach forest, like an immortal.

Jingzhe, heaven and earth are born in nature, all things are thriving, and immortals appear.

It is called "The Legend of the Immortals".

What puzzles future generations the most is that the immortal in this fairy map is holding a mace in his hand for some reason. Logically, this vulgar weapon will destroy the meaning of the fairy track completely, but the painting looks surprisingly but extremely harmonious, as if nothing is wrong.
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