This is really rare to see in Xiuyuan Mountain. A ray of sunlight penetrated the gap in the clouds, making the snow glitter and shine.
Shi'er sat in front of the window, making a virtual gesture of holding the pen tube with his fingers, and slowly traced on the old painting.
Qiuqiu rubbed her eyes: "You won't sit here all the time, right?"
Shi'er turned to look at her, then lowered his head to look at the painting.
Qiuqiu put on her clothes and put her hair back. She had no image in front of Shi'er. Her bare buttocks had almost been seen, and her disheveled hair was nothing.
She came closer and asked, "What did you come up with?"
When he lowered his head like this, his hair slipped down, and the ends of his hair gently brushed against the back of Shi'er's hand.
Shi'er stopped tracing, turned his palm over, and held the ends of Qiuqiu's hair: "Tie your hair up."
"oh."
Qiuqiu sat down cross-legged next to him, took out a wooden comb to comb her hair, and at the same time poked her head to look at the painting: "I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I have no clue. What did you see?"
The sunlight reflected her hair, which looked like golden silk, light and fluffy. Qiuqiu bit the hair tie and looked at Shi'er questioningly.
"This painting should be several hundred years old." Shi'er twisted the edge of the paper and said, "It should be around five or six hundred years old."
Qiuqiu took out the hair tie, opened her mouth and said, "How did you tell?"
"Look at the paper. I have read a book of about the same age, and the paper is the same. You can also see the wooden scroll used for the painting."
Qiuqiu stuck out her tongue, what a profound knowledge. She didn't know much about paper or wood, but Shi'er could see so many things casually.
Qiuqiu is not very ashamed either. She is not that old to begin with, and she has to practice, and no one teaches her these things. It is normal that she does not understand. But Shier is very abnormal. She knows too many things.
I really don't know how it was stuffed into his head, which doesn't look very big.
"Are you thirsty?" Qiuqiu combed her hair. This hairstyle is very simple, with a bun on one side. Many female disciples on the mountain comb their hair like this. It looks a bit like Cecilia Cheung's hairstyle when she played Li Yingqi in The Legend of Shushan.
. She got up and poured two glasses of water, and handed one cup to Shi'er. The cups she used were not originally in the house, but were brought by Qiuqiu in her Qiankun bag. Shi'er is a germophobe, and this house
He didn't know who had lived there or who had used the things. Even if he didn't show it, he would definitely feel uncomfortable.
So of course Qiuqiu can't give him things that others may have used.
I used to think that Shi'er was a girl, and it was natural for a beautiful girl to have some mysophobia. Now he... um, okay, it's not weird for a handsome young man to have some mysophobia.
"The person who painted this picture should be accustomed to using swords." Shi'er took a sip and put down the cup.
"Can this be seen?"
Shi'er reached out and naturally took one of Qiuqiu's hands, just like he did just now, slowly tracing, lifting, dropping, turning, and closing according to the strokes on the painting.
"Move your wrist, what do you feel?"
Qiuqiu squinted her eyes, raised her head like a lazy cat basking in the sun, and whispered: "Well, it's easy to lift a heavy weight... This person's wrist is very stable..."
Of course, she has only been practicing swordplay for a few days, so her feeling may be very inaccurate. The stable wrist may mean that Shier's wrist is very stable. As for the person who painted this painting hundreds of years ago, who knows.
She doesn't know much about brushwork and swordsmanship. Maybe the two are connected.
Half of the knowledge she gained about everyone's cultivation came from Master, and the other half came from Shi'er.
They spent the longest time together, and she learned the most from Shier.
"Yes, and these lines are very coherent. Although they seem to have ups and downs and are discontinuous, this stroke was drawn from the beginning without any break in the middle." Shi'er rowed all the way along the lake.
This is a very long line.
Qiuqiu was surprised: "This pen can be dipped in so much ink, and it can be drawn so far and still not dry." It's unscientific, and it's not a ball-point pen of later generations. It can even write thousands or tens of thousands of words without dipping it in ink. This is unscientific.
At that time, the pen had to be dipped from time to time, otherwise the pen would dry up without the ink.
That's not what Shi'er emphasized, but this girl always paid attention to something strange, and he was used to it.
"This stroke is not broken. Firstly, it shows that his wrist strength is extremely precise and steady. Another point is that he has already understood the scene in front of him. Even if he closes his eyes, he can still remember it clearly. He is familiar with this place.
It’s a point where we can no longer be familiar with it.”
Qiuqiu asked: "Is the person who paints...the owner of this space?"
"possibly is."
Even if not, he is very familiar with this space.
The painter's brush strokes are natural and smooth. Shi'er has been looking at this painting all night. During this practice after a long separation, Qiuqiu gained a deeper understanding and he also made a lot of progress. If it were him a day ago,
You probably won’t be able to experience that many things.
He had never seen the space Qiuqiu mentioned, but when he was looking at this painting all night, for a moment, he felt that his spiritual consciousness seemed to be integrated into the painting, and he seemed to have become a part of the painting.
Standing quietly under the trees by the lake, he could feel the moonlight shining on him, the gentle ripples of the lake water, and the growth and breathing of the ancient trees.
The feeling was so mysterious that it was indescribable. He was immersed in it, and it seemed that only a short moment had passed. When he came to his senses, the sun was already shining on the window, and the sky had already dawned without knowing it.
This painting is anything but ordinary, and the place Qiuqiu once visited must also be a place with a history.
He is probably more familiar with the history of the Li Shui Sword Sect than their leader. None of the current Li Shui Sword Sect members are likely to know the existence of that place.
But why did Qiuqiu know about it and go in?
Qiuqiu was bending down to put on her shoes and socks, and the wish-fulfilling ring around her neck slid out of the collar. Qiuqiu put on the socks, tied the socks, and then freed up her hand to stuff the wish-fulfilling ring back into the collar.
Shier rerolled the painting and handed it to Qiuqiu, who silently took it and put it away.
"Doesn't it matter if you didn't go back all night?"
"I have to go back and explain something. Don't wander around. Although the Heart Eater has been trapped, there is no guarantee of peace on the mountain."
Qiuqiu nodded. Being able to get him to explain in such a long sentence proved that he still cared about his companion.
Sisters can't do it. If we want to talk to each other at night in the future... well, it won't be so convenient.
Qiuqiu felt very sorry.
It would be great if he was really a girl. Like a master or a senior sister, it feels like a family. After practicing the exercises, you can talk quietly, the kind of thing between girls.
But Shi'er suddenly turned into a man. No matter how extraordinary a cultivator is, the protection between men and women will never change. Even if he becomes a legendary god, he still has to pay attention to this.
Thinking about it this way, is there any difference between gods and mortals? After becoming a god, he still has to follow the rules of life. This god is not so carefree.
Qiuqiu watched Shi'er go out of the courtyard and touched her face.
I haven’t seen the sun for a long time. After being exposed to the sun for such a short time, my face felt slightly warm.
Qiuqiu covered her forehead with her hands and looked up at the sky.
The clouds have not dispersed, but the sunlight has penetrated through the tiny gaps. When the wind blows after noon, this gap will be filled again, and the snow will continue to fall.
Winter, when there is always no sunshine, is indeed extremely long. Sometimes in autumn and autumn, there is even a feeling that the snow will never end.
Jinglu yawned and came over: "Junior Sister Jingqiu, what are you doing standing at the door?"
Qiuqiu glanced at him - this guy looked like he had just woken up. How could there be such a lazy disciple in the sect?
But in this case, Qiuqiu estimated that he might not notice that Shi'er spent the night here last night.
"I don't know why. I feel so sleepy." Jinglu rubbed her neck: "It's weird."
Isn't it possible that someone has tampered with it?
"By the way, I didn't have time to give it to you yesterday. Elder Huang said that he wanted to give you a replacement gift. Junior sister, come with me. The elder said that you should choose a gift that you can get your hands on."
Elder Huang is the elder in charge of refining weapons in the sect! As long as the disciples of the sect use swords, of course it is impossible to use a good sword at the beginning, but ordinary swords also need to have one. These are all from Elder Huang
Yard. Since Elder Huang asked Jinglu to take her to pick, it must be this kind of thing, right?
Jinglu led Qiuqiu into the warehouse in the backyard.
As expected, it was pretty much what Qiuqiu thought. There were all kinds of weapons in the house - of course, swords accounted for most of them. After all, the name of the sect was Li Shui Sword Sect, which of course taught the use of swordsmanship.
.It would be too funny if everyone went out carrying two big axes and claimed to be disciples of the Sword Sect.
"Junior sister, it's time for you to learn swordsmanship soon, right? The swords here may not be suitable for you." Jinglu enthusiastically recommended: "Actually, the elders also have magic weapons for self-protection here -" he lowered his voice and said: "The ones from outside.
The stuff is not good, but the stuff inside is good. Come on, let’s go inside and pick.”
This senior brother is really interesting. He helps others poach the secrets of his elders and he is so enthusiastic about doing so.
Of course, Qiuqiu believes that the things inside will be better than those outside, but they will not be real magic weapons. Such things will not be placed casually in such a warehouse without even complicated anti-theft measures.
Jinglu took Qiuqiu through two more stone doors and entered a warehouse that was much smaller than the one just now.
However, this place is also more sophisticated than outside. There are several more magic circles. Qiuqiu can only identify two types: anti-theft and moisture-proof.
"Here, look at this." Jinglu said, "These are all good, and they look pretty. You girls all like them."
Indeed, several things on that shelf appear more magnificent, and the carvings on them are very exquisite. Are these things really made by Elder Huang? It is really hard to imagine that such a rough man can make such delicate and exquisite things.
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"Look, this is a fan, but it can also be used as a weapon." Jinglu waved her hand, and the fan on the left floated up. The silver-white fan bones and the fan surface were not made of gauze, but woven with silver thread.
, there are even a few moonlight-colored gems inlaid on it. This thing is not so much a weapon as... well, more like it is used to show cuteness.
Qiuqiu's thoughts were not all about these beautiful weapons. She hesitated and asked softly: "Brother, do you know how they will deal with that monster?"
"Maybe, it will be burned." Jinglu frowned: "It is really cheap. Senior Brother Jinghai is such a good person... and several other senior brothers have suffered from its poisonous hands like this."
"It doesn't have any companions, does it?"
Jinglu thought for a moment, shook her head and said, "It's hard to say, but I heard from the elders before that things like mind-eating demons usually don't stay together in groups. If two mind-eating demons meet, they have to find ways to eat each other first.
No. Look, monsters are monsters, and the same kind of people are so vicious and vicious." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.
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ps: I went back to my parents’ house today and had dinner with many relatives, so I came back late.