Xian Qi 52 paintings

  When Qiuqiu woke up, the snow had stopped.

  This is a rare sight in Xiuyan Mountain. A ray of sunlight pierced through the gap in the cloud layer, casting a brilliant glow on the snow.

  The child sat in front of the window, making a gesture as if holding an invisible pen, slowly tracing on that old painting.

  "Are you going to sit there all day?"

  The boy turned his head and glanced at her, then lowered his head again to look at the painting.

  Qiuqiu put on her clothes and tidied up her hair. In front of her son, she didn't have much of an image to uphold anymore; he had almost seen her naked, so having messy hair wasn't a big deal.

  She leaned forward: "What have you found out?"

  As she lowered her head, her hair slipped down and the ends of her hair lightly brushed against the back of her son's hand.

  He stopped his scribbling motion, turned his palm over and grasped Xia Qiu's hair: "Tie up your hair."

  "Oh."

  Qiu Qiu sat down beside him, took out a wooden comb and began to comb her hair while leaning over to look at the painting: "I've been thinking for a long time, but I haven't got any clues. What do you see?"

  The sunlight shone on her hair, like golden silk, light and fluffy. Qiū Qiū bit the hair tie, casting a questioning gaze at Duì Er.

  "This painting should be several hundred years old." The child pinched the edge of the paper: "It should be around five or six hundred years old."

  Qiu Qiu pulled out her hair tie and opened her mouth to say: "How did you figure it out?"

  "Look at the paper. I've seen a book from around the same year, and the paper quality is the same. And the scroll, it's using a wooden axis, you can tell."

  Qiu Qiu sticks out her tongue, what a profound and esoteric question. She doesn't understand paper or wood, but the child can easily see so many things.

  Qiu Qiu wasn't very embarrassed, she was young to begin with and had no one to teach her these things, so it was normal that she didn't understand. On the other hand, Shi Er was abnormal. He knew too many things, it was really unknown how he managed to cram them all into that brain of his which didn't seem particularly large either.

  "Are you thirsty?" Qiuqiu combed her hair. This hairstyle was simple, with a bun on each side, and many female disciples on the mountain wore it this way, looking a bit like Zhang Ziyi's hairstyle in "The Legend of Mount Shu". She got up to pour two cups of water and handed one to Shi'er. The cup was not originally from the house, but was brought by Qiuqiu herself from her乾坤bag. Shi'er had a clean habit, this house didn't know who lived here before, and things didn't know who used them, he wouldn't show it on his face, but in his heart, he must be uncomfortable.

  So Qiu Qiu certainly couldn't give him something that someone else might have used.

  I used to think that picking up trash was a girl's job, and it was natural for pretty girls to have some cleanliness habits. Now he... um, okay. A handsome young man having some cleanliness habits isn't weird either.

  "The person who painted this picture must be used to wielding a sword." Xier took a sip and put the cup down.

  "Can you see this too?"

  He stretched out his hand and naturally grasped one of Qiuqiu's hands, just like he had done earlier with the brush strokes on the painting. Up, down, turn, collect.

  "Move your wrist, feel anything?"

  Qiu Qiu narrowed her eyes and tilted her head back, speaking softly like a lazy cat basking in the sun: "Hmmm, lifting heavy as light... this person's wrist is very stable..."

  Of course, she has only practiced sword for a few days and may not be very accurate. Her wrist is stable, it's possible that the child's wrist is stable. As for the person who painted this painting hundreds of years ago, who knows?

  She doesn't quite understand calligraphy and swordsmanship either; perhaps these two things are indeed connected.

  All the knowledge she got about cultivating immortality came from her master and half of it was obtained by picking up scraps.

  She spent the most time with him and learned the most from him.

  "Yes, and these lines are very coherent. Although they look like they have ups and downs, breaks and continuations, this stroke is drawn from the beginning to the end without any interruptions." The child paddled along the lake shore.

  This is an extremely long line.

  Qiu Qiu was amazed: "This brush can hold so much ink. It's been painting for so long and still hasn't dried up." This is unscientific, it's not like the steel pens or ballpoint pens of later generations. Even writing tens of thousands of words doesn't require dipping in ink. At that time, the pen had to be dipped frequently, otherwise the pen would dry out without ink.

  What Xia'er emphasized was not this, but this girl always had a strange focus, and he was used to it.

  "This stroke came down without a break, one is to show that his wrist strength is extremely accurate and stable, and another point is that he was already familiar with the scene in front of him, even if he closed his eyes, it was still vivid in his mind, he was so familiar with this place that he couldn't be more familiar."

  Qiu Qiu asked: "The person who painted is...the master of this space?"

  "It's possible."

  Even if he wasn't, he was very familiar with this space.

  The painter's brushstrokes were naturally smooth and flowing, and Xiaoyu stared at the painting for a whole night. This time, after a long absence, Qiuqiu had a deeper understanding of it, and he also gained a lot from it. If it were the him from a day ago, he probably wouldn't have understood so much.

  He had never seen the space that Qiuqiu mentioned, but when he stared at this painting for an entire night, there was a moment when he felt his consciousness merge into the painting. He became one with the painting, standing quietly under the trees by the lake, feeling the moonlight on his body, the gentle ripples of the water, and the growth and breathing of the ancient trees.

  That feeling was mysterious and indescribable, he was completely immersed in it, thinking that only a short moment had passed. When he came to his senses, the sunlight was already shining on the window, and the sky had somehow brightened up without him noticing.

  This painting is by no means ordinary, and the place where Qiuqiu has been must be a place with a story.

  He is more familiar with the sect history of Lishui Sword Sect than their leader, and none of these people from Lishui Sword Sect now know about the existence of that place.

  But why did Qiuqiu know and even went in?

  Qiuqiu was bending down to put on her shoes and socks, the jade pendant around her neck slid out of her collar. Qiuqiu put on her cloth socks, tied the opening, and then freed up a hand to tuck the jade pendant back into her collar.

  The boy rolled up the painting again and handed it over to Qiuqiu. Qiuqiu silently took it and put it away.

  "Didn't you stay out all night?"

  "It's time to go back and report some things. Don't wander around, although the Heart Demon has been trapped, it's hard to guarantee peace on the mountain."

  Qiu Qiu nodded, being able to get such a long sentence from him proved that he still cared about his companion.

  Sisters can't be made, and in the future, I'll think of our midnight chats... Cough. It's also not that convenient anymore.

  Qiu Qiu felt very regretful.

  It would be great if he were a girl. Just like Shifu and sister, it's like a family feeling. After practicing, they can talk about secrets, that kind of thing between girls.

  But the child suddenly became a boy, no matter how extraordinary and transcendent the cultivator is, but the distinction between men and women cannot be changed, even if he becomes a legendary immortal, this must be observed.

  Thinking about it, what's the difference between a god and an ordinary person? After becoming a god, you still have to follow the rules of being human, this god is not as carefree as I thought.

  Qiu Qiu saw her son off at the hospital gate and touched her own face.

  It's been a long time since I've seen the sun. Being exposed to the sun for just a short while, my face is even slightly flushed.

  Qiu Qiu covered her forehead with her hand and looked up at the sky.

  The dark clouds have not dispersed, but are pierced by the sunlight through tiny gaps. When the wind rises after noon, these gaps will also be filled again. The snow will continue to fall.

  Winters that never see sunlight are indeed especially long. Sometimes, Autumn feels like the snow will never stop falling.

  Jing Lu yawned and walked over: "Sister Jing Qiu, what are you doing standing at the door?"

  Qiu Qiu gave him a glance - this guy looked like he had just woken up, what kind of lazy disciple was this in the sect?

  But in this way, Qiuqiu estimated that yesterday evening, the child was staying overnight here, he might not have noticed.

  "I don't know either. It's especially frustrating." Jing Lu rubbed her neck: "It's strange."

  Won't it be tampered with by someone?

  "By the way, I didn't have time to give it to you yesterday. Elder Huang said he wants to send you a gift as a meeting gift. Sister, come with me, the elder said let you choose a suitable gift yourself."

  Elder Huang is the elder in charge of refining equipment in the sect! The disciples of the sect who use swords, of course, cannot start with a good sword from the beginning. But even ordinary swords need to have one, all of which come from Elder Huang's courtyard. Since Elder Huang asked Jing Lu to take her to choose, she must be choosing this kind of thing, right?

  Jing Lu led Qiu Qiu into the warehouse in the backyard.

  It turns out that it's similar to what Qiū Qiū thought. There are all kinds of weapons in the house - of course, swords account for about 80-90% of them. After all, the name of the sect is called Lí Shuǐ Jiàn Pài (Leaving Water Sword Sect), so naturally they specialize in teaching swordsmanship. If everyone goes out with two large axes and claims to be a disciple of the sword sect, it would be too ridiculous.

  "Sister, you should also learn swordsmanship soon, right? The swords here may not be suitable for you." Jing Lu enthusiastically recommended: "Actually, the elder has a protective treasure here——" He lowered his voice and said: "The things outside are no good. The ones inside are good, come on. Let's go inside to choose."

  This senior brother is really interesting, helping others dig corners of their own family members and digging with such enthusiasm.

  Of course, Qiuqiu believed that the things inside would be better than those outside, but they wouldn't be real treasures. Such things wouldn't be casually placed in a warehouse like this, not even with some complex anti-theft measures.

  Jing Lu led Autumn through two stone gates again and entered a warehouse much smaller than the previous one.

  However, there are also more formations here than outside, and Qiuqiu can only identify two types of anti-theft and moisture-proof.

  "Look at this," said Jinglu: "These are all good, and they look nice too. You little girls will like them."

  Indeed, the several things on that rack look even more exquisite, with very delicate carvings. Are these things really made by Old Man Huang? It's hard to imagine that such a rough and bold person can make such fine and beautiful things.

  "Look, this is a fan, but it can also be used as a weapon." Jing Lu beckoned with her hand, and a fan floated up from the left side. The fan bone was silver-white in color, and the fan surface was not made of silk, but rather woven from silver threads. On top of that, there were even several moon-colored gemstones embedded on it. This thing is more like something used to show off cuteness than a weapon.

  Qiu Qiu's mind wasn't entirely on these beautiful weapons, she hesitated for a moment and asked softly: "Senior brother, do you know how they will deal with that demon?"

  "It's probably going to burn down anyway." Jing Lu furrowed his brow: "It's really too cheap for it, Master Jinghai was such a good person... and several other fellow disciples, they all fell victim to its poisonous hands."

  "Will there still be companions and whatnot?"

  Jing Lu thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "It's not good to say, but I've heard the elder mention before that this kind of thing, the Heart-Eating Demon, usually doesn't gather in groups. If two Heart-Eating Demons meet, they must think of ways to eat each other first. Look, demons are just demons, and they're also ruthless and poisonous to their own kind."

  PS：

  Today I returned to my hometown and had dinner with many relatives, and it was late when I got back.