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The little girl who was painting looked at Qin Yi blankly, and Qin Yi blankly looked at the woman in yellow.

What and what...

What is Nanli History? That kind of thing is generally compiled by later generations. But Nanli has not yet been destroyed. Where did Nanli History come from? Could it be that it was two months in the cave, but it has been a hundred years in the world?

No, when I left the cave, I went to beat up the poor family. The villagers said that I hadn't seen my benefactor for more than two months, and it was no time to go wrong.

Oh by the way, daily life note, after all, my relationship is all related to the king, princess and regent. Maybe I have recorded a few records? There are also some records from people at that time?

But you saw it? Where did you peep?

Besides, you have read books and recorded me in the books, so you recognize me?

God, you...

Oh yes, this is indeed a cultivator, it is true that it is a god.

Qin Yi knocked on the head, his forehead was in chaos.

When trying to sense the other party's practice, he found that it was as vast as a sea of ​​abyss, which seemed much more unpredictable than the peak of Minghe Condensing Pill in Tengyun Realm.

"Hui...Master Huiyang?"

This woman who seems to be sleepy and confused is a big boss of Huiyang. I don’t know how many levels of Huiyang are... If Senior Ancient Corpse doesn’t count, this person may be the strongest person he has seen after entering the practice.

But she looked at her in her twenties at most, with a confused face, sleepy eyes, and squinted at Qin Yi slightly, as if she had to get closer to see clearly. Is she just woke up or was she a little myopic? Is she a cultivator with myopia? Are you teasing me?

Since I just woke up, my clothes were loose and I could see deep ditches, and my snow-white plumpness made Qin Yi dizzy.

Although he was very strong in his practice, he did not bring any pressure to Qin Yi. Instead, he immediately made up for the intellectual tutor. Avi scene. What's going on...

The woman seemed to have seen Qin Yi clearly, and stood up straight with satisfaction, and chanted quietly: "The national teacher Qin Yi is a priest. At first, King Wu Lie was a prince, and went to Xianshan with Princess Zhaoyang to look at the thatched hut, and then walked with her. Soon, he planned to kill Donghua, Wu Liebai, and Yi went to the Rift Valley alone to prolong his life. When he returned, the jade was burned, and Yi saved his orphan in the sea of ​​fire. Zhaoyang destroyed the Western Desert, and he gained the power of Yi. The universe was set, and Yi did not receive merit and fortune, so he traveled far away. The king respected him deeply and was able to live in the position of the national teacher, waiting for Yi to return forever. This is "Nanli People's Records", Emperor Daqian consulted the envoy, and the envoy compiled his experiences and the envoy returned to the country after he sorted out his experiences."

Qin Yi listened silently, sighing in his heart.

It is reasonable to say that it was compiled by the envoy of Daqian. This record is considered objectively expounded, and there are some errors in the details, such as missing the emotional scene between himself and Li Qingjun? This content sounds like Li Qingjun told the envoy himself, so he probably has no nerve to talk about the emotional scene.

But then again, you have read all these miscellaneous books, which is really amazing.

Listening to others talking about his "history", he became a "book person". This experience is really indescribable. Qin Yi sighed, really wondering what he was feeling at this time.

He was silent for a moment, and the words turned to his mouth: "Sure enough, just a few strokes can actually write a hundred chapters."

The woman's eyes lit up: "One hundred chapters, do you write it? I'll read it if you write it."

Qin Yi comforted his forehead: "I can't write."

The woman sighed, as if she had just realized that she was not very elegant in clothes. Her face turned red slightly and she tidied up her collar.

The lazy and confused look disappeared, and it became intellectual and elegant, just like the lady who was influenced by calligraphy and painting since childhood. She was living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, with the sense of bookishness and living in the clouds and mountains, which was very beautiful.

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment.

This is also a kind of fairy beauty. It is a bit different from the distance of Minghe. Although it is a bit ethereal, it is more friendly.

The woman actually performed a scholarly ceremony: "The people outside the mountain have met the people in the book."

Qin Yi shook his head and said, "Since I stand here, I am no longer a person in the book."

The woman blinked and smiled slightly: "How long does it take to come like a spring dream? When you go like a place to search for the clouds, you will finally have a fantasy before you, or it may not be as true as a word in the book."

As he said that, he turned around and stretched, then patted his mouth and yawned back: "Since I saw the people in the book, I have been over today, so it's better to sleep. Have a tea and treat guests for me."

So what you mean after a long time in this article is actually to die when you see the light?

Qin Yi half-opened his mouth and watched her back enter the room. He didn't remember how many times he had been staying there today. You tidied up your clothes and bowed, not to say a few words to the guests, but to say goodbye and go back to sleep?

It turns out that all the people here are not normal...

"That, this brother..."

Qin Yi looked down and the little girl named Qingcha was still sitting on the ground and looking up at him. Her big eyes were as pure as the dew on the camellia beside her.

"Brother, are you here to become a disciple, a friend, or a marriage proposal?"

"Uh? Proposal?"

"Master said that if you come here, you don't just want to come here. If you don't want to leave, you probably have intentions for me..." Qingcha looked at him pitifully: "Don't have intentions for me, I'm so young."

Qin Yi had a dark forehead: "If you don't say the purpose of coming here, you will probably have intentions for your master. What are your intentions for a girl who doesn't even have enough hair?"

Before he finished speaking, Qingcha rolled and crawled and ran away: "Master, this man said he had an intention to you."

Qin Yi: "?"

A woman's lazy voice came from inside the house: "I have the ability to paint, but I am not acquainted with painting. I have many literacy, but I do not read. The cocoon in my hands is not a brush or ink, but a weapon. The Tao is there, and everyone can see it, but few know it. This is the case. Whether you ask for a teacher, ask for a relative, please go back."

Qin Yi finally understood the reason why she died in the light after meeting the people in the book.

Instead of the national teacher she imagined, she was a common man.

Qingcha was knocking on the door: "Master, don't pretend. It's rare that someone wants you. I didn't think you can only draw like a fool, nor did I say that you sleep like a pig every day..."

Somewhere I rolled up a soft air, tied up the tea, and then slammed heavily on the ground and sat on a split.

The tea was so painful that it was filled with tears.

Qin Yi laughed silently and suddenly felt that this place was very fun.

The Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, two hills, are almost two heavens and earths. I really don’t know how much fun this so-called “Ten Thousand Daoes in the World” is.

But Qin Yi also felt a little "exhausted". It seemed that observing Wandao was not very meaningful, and it would not help his breakthrough in the heart of the piano. I am afraid that it would be similar to find something else to see.

However, Liusu has different perspectives on these, so he has to look at Liusu's opinions. He asked Liusu secretly: "Do you want to see something else?"

Liusu said, "It's all over today. It's going to be late, so let's take a look tomorrow. But we'll stop trying so lightly, it's like watching the flowers, and the gains are too shallow. I suggest staying here tonight and talking to this woman, maybe you'll get something - a person who can call and paint in Huiyang, tsk, it's really amazing."

Qin Yi squatted down and asked Qingcha: "Little sister, are you keeping guests here?"

Qingcha looked at him like a pervert: "Go down the mountain and pass by the formation, the stone turtle's right arm, the town's folk garden is suitable for you. Then look at me with such a despicable gaze, be careful that I will hit you."

"How can I be so mean? This is obviously kind."

Qingcha said suspiciously: "Really?"

"real!"

"Oh." The little girl scratched her head: "I really want to be my master?"

"Can the little girl's family grasp the key points? All I want is staying at home. Can you understand the staying at home?"

"Come with me." Qing Cha pulled his sleeves towards the guesthouse and whispered in a low voice: "I tell you, Master loves calligraphy, and loves painting. As long as you can impress her, you may be my master."

"I said I just borrowed..."

"I have heard of this kind of excuses a lot, but in the end they were beaten up by the master and threw them down the mountain. This old trick can't fool the smart Qingcha at all."
Chapter completed!