Chapter 135 The Painter

"What the hell... It's tens of thousands of miles, but in fact it has to be doubled! Tang Seng has traveled a hundred thousand miles for ten years, how long will I have to travel..."

At dusk, Qin Yi staggered into a city.

He ran thousands of miles in a few days. He thought it would be a tenth of the distance, but after comparing it with the jade slip imprint left by Minghe, he found that the distance from the Wandao Immortal Palace had only moved a little bit. Not a tenth at all.

At the beginning, Minghe only left a rough imprint instead of drawing a map. The so-called tens of thousands of miles are the straight-line distance between the imprints.

The tragedy is that Qin Yi can't fly.

Flying against the wind and soaring into the clouds, that obviously belongs to the basic symbol of soaring clouds, and he is far from the one who has not even reached the heart of the piano.

In addition to soaring through the clouds and flying through the fog, there are two other means of flying, which can be used at low levels. One is flying mounts or flying magic weapons, including the flying of the sword cultivator's sword; the other is special escape methods, such as thunder escape and wind escape, etc. Shadow escape, but there are more stringent conditions for use.

Qin Yi didn't learn the Five Elements technique here at all. Even if he learned Fire Escape specifically, it wouldn't be able to be used on a daily basis, not to mention the escape method. Flying magic weapon... Does that Demon Slayer Sword, which can barely make one move, count?

The result of not being able to fly is that if you have to climb mountains or cross rivers, the distance in a straight line is tens of thousands of miles, how many times should it actually be doubled?

Qin Yi almost wanted to cry.

Liusu gloated: "I told you to pretend, honestly asked Minghe for a flying magic weapon, she couldn't possibly not give it to you. But you asked for someone else, ahhahaha..."

Qin Yi glared: "It's not because a dead stick can't fly!"

"You have such a dead stick, you should hide and laugh." Liusu said contemptuously, "You idiot."

Qin Yi said quickly: "Don't say that I don't know the goods. Minghe's high school master, I haven't seen her show any special inquiries about this stick. I believe that this stick is very powerful, but it must be hidden too deeply, right?"

"Back to the basics, that's the way it is. Let Minghe's master come, maybe you can find something special, Minghe forget it." Liusu didn't want to say more, but said: "Anyway, if you want to sacrifice this stick, the gap is too outrageous , can’t be done. Even if it can be done, I won’t let you do it.”

"Eh? What does this mean?"

"In my current state, in a broad sense, there is nothing wrong with being the weapon spirit of this stick. If I really sacrifice my soul with you, then I will really become your weapon spirit... It would be good if I don't take your house away. You still want to Take me? Wash up and sleep."

"Hmm...that is to say, my talisman cannot choose this stick?"

"Let's talk about it at that time. If I reshape my body, then this stick can be sacrificed as you like. Before that, you can only smash it as a pure weapon."

"Fuck, tell me earlier."

"I said earlier that you wouldn't ask Ming He for a magic weapon, your self-esteem of a man who wants to save face, hehe..."

"..."

Liu Su said again: "Anyway, your top priority now is to find a magic weapon for flying, or catch a flying monster as a mount. Otherwise, when you walk slowly to the Myriad Dao Immortal Palace, I'm afraid you'll have a beard..."

Qin Yi misses Ye Ling very much at this moment...

Walking on the streets of the city, looking at the bustling crowd, Qin Yi was very confused. In this mortal world, where can I find the magic weapon of flight?

Ming He once said that Qin Yi's level has long been different from ordinary people, as long as he steps into the world, he will naturally find that he is a fairy everywhere.

I hope so.

It's like meeting a perfectly transformed electric mouse in any small town, but ordinary people are just a fat shopkeeper if they look at the poor.

Walking into an inn in the city, looking at the thin shopkeeper inside, Qin Yi suddenly felt a little nostalgic, as if the fat ones were cuter.

"What do you want, sir?"

"Bring two catties of wine, and a portion of any signature dishes."

Xiao Er looked at Qin Yi suspiciously, is this handsome appearance edible?

Qin Yi took out a piece of silver.

Everything is lacking, that is, there is no shortage of gold and silver.

Xiao Er immediately nodded and bowed: "Guest officer, wait a moment, I will come right away."

"Wait." Qin Yi asked, "Are there any Taoist temples near this city, or are there any unique scenery?"

"There are many Taoist Buddhist temples..." Xiaoer smiled and said, "For example, Pudu Mountain in the east of the city, and Hongfa Temple are famous local temples. Even some court officials were inspired by Buddhism to become monks here."

Qin Yi was taken aback for a moment, and immediately remembered the games he had played: "Hey, don't people often go missing here? Or do you want to become a monk after entering the temple?"

"Where did it come from? The guests can really make jokes." Xiao Er smiled and said, "I went to worship Buddha yesterday, and I didn't see that I wanted to become a monk. I have an 80-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. What kind of family did I become?"

Qin Yi nodded dully and didn't ask any more questions.

Not long after, a table of wine and food was brought up, and Qin Yi began to sweep it away.

From the second child to the diners next to him, all stared blankly. Is this handsome young man reincarnated from a starving ghost?

God knows he hasn't eaten normally for more than two months...

Cultivating immortals, that's not how people live...

I have never felt that such a table of ordinary food and drink is so delicious. Speaking of which, Tassel hasn't eaten for tens of thousands of years, no wonder he was so excited when he first got the Winging Soul Grass to absorb it, it's totally understandable!

While he was devouring it, he heard the laughter of others: "Hey, the gifted scholar from Beijing University is back from sketching again?"

The drinkers all laughed: "Whose lady did you draw again today?"

"Is there any young lady who fell in love with the famous painting of a talented man in Beijing University, and her heart sprouted to spend a lot of money on a talented woman with a beautiful bridal chamber hahaha..."

Qin Yi still had the chicken leg in his mouth, so he couldn't help but turn to look at it.

But I saw a young man in his 26s, holding a large roll of drawing paper in his left hand, and a basket with several brushes, inks and paints in his right hand.

He was dressed in a scholar's suit, which was a little dirty, and there were traces of paint accidentally spilled on him. His appearance is not very handsome, but he can be called handsome, with a quiet temperament, he should be from a rich family. At this time, he didn't express anything in the face of the ridicule from the crowd, just sat silently on the side, and said slowly: "Two steamed buns...a pot of water."

Everyone laughed even louder: "Did you only earn two copper coins today? Could it be that someone stole a picture of someone's wife and was beaten?"

"Painting, painter's business, how can it be called stealing?" Mr. Jing finally retorted.

Qin Yi was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he was overjoyed: "Do you know how to turn around?"

Mr. Jing was stunned: "What is that?"

"Four ways to write fennel beans."

"I don't know, isn't there only one kind?"

Qin Yi was uninterested, sighed and said, "Come on, sit here and treat you to dinner."

Mr. Jing looked at him inexplicably: "I'm not familiar with you."

Qin Yi smiled slightly, and pointed to his nose: "Although what I am doing now is extremely inconsistent with my profession and even not in the same style as painting, I am indeed a painter."

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