"Ji Shize, under the tutelage of Lanqing Mountain Crane Zhenren, his strength is the middle section of the sea of qi, the magic weapon of the hundred cranes in the spirit clothes, and the heart breaking cone......

I will go to the Drunken Immortal Tower every ten days, interact with Confucian scholars more, and organize an Orchid Garden Poetry Club every month......

and Ji Changyu are compatriots of the same mother, and they have close contacts......"

Jiang Yunhe looked at the information about Ji Shize in his hand, there was not much, but he could see a very interesting thing.

This Ji Shize seems to be a literary girl?

Well, judging by the age, it's not a girl.

In addition to organizing a poetry meeting every month to recommend the outstanding scholars of the current period, every month the largest bookstore in Yongcheng will send a batch of books to her house.

It is said that there is a huge library of books on this Ji Shize's house, and unlike other monks who collect practice classics, Ji Shize has a large collection of vernacular, Zhiwei, poetry collections, and so on.

This made Jiang Yunhe feel very interesting, you must know that the so-called fox fairies and demons are not mysterious to monks, and they have hardly seen any monks read this kind of book.

Like Ma Yun will read the legendary biography of a certain billionaire?

It's still someone else's compilation, and there's a lot of specious fiction in it.

The same is true of the monk's stories of foxes, fairies, demons and ghosts.

At present, Jiang Yunhe only knows one monk who likes to read this kind of story - himself.

"It's a nice common topic. Jiang Yunhe made a note of this.

Strange things, poems and songs.

Rubbing his fingers out of the flame, burning the paper in his hand clean, Jiang Yunhe got up and walked to another table.

There is a roll of paper on it, it is the sacred heart bamboo paper of Chengxin Hall, the paper is smooth like spring water, fine as a silkworm cocoon, the toughness is excellent, the origami has no traces, and it is not faded for thousands of years after writing, and a fifty feet will cost ten spirit beads.

The pen is purple, the hair on the back and tail of the demon rabbit in the bridge realm, no matter how high the strength is, the hair will be too hard, and the hair will be too soft for ordinary rabbits.

Jiang Yunhe likes this hardness pen...... Much harder than a regular brush and slightly softer than a pencil, which suits his habits.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstones were all sent by the Cheng family, and he picked a few of them and sent the others back.

In addition, he also sent him a teacher who taught painting, and after two days of study, Jiang Yunhe felt that he could, so he sent the teacher away.

Jiang Yunhe stood in front of the table and pondered for a long time, now composing a picture in his mind, this is not difficult for him, and then he raised the pen and splashed ink, and the whole person's mind was on the pen in his hand.

But in a moment, a lifelike woman appeared on the paper, as if she could jump out at any moment.

A gust of wind blew in the room, and a human face poked out from behind Jiang Yunhe's shoulder, and he frowned when he saw the woman on the paper.

"...... is this?" Dream Girl's voice sounded in Jiang Yunhe's ears, making his hands almost tremble.

"Can you go through the door next time?" Jiang Yunhe didn't have a good breath.

"Your senior sister looks at me like a thief. Dream Girl wrinkled her nose.

"That means my sister's eyes are like torches. ”

"You haven't said it yet, what is it?"

On the paper is a girl with short white hair, a black headband and an eye patch, like a cheongsam-style short skirt.

"This is 2B. Jiang Yunhe put the pen aside, carefully looked at his masterpiece, and was a little dissatisfied.

Mainly...... When I first played the game, I only looked at 2B's butt, and I didn't look at the face much......

"Why are you thinking about drawing?" The dream girl could tell at a glance that Jiang Yunhe had just learned.

"People, you have to have a little hobby, what do you say about fighting and killing every day?" Jiang Yunhe said lightly.

I sighed in my heart, didn't I learn to paint because of you?

Now I'm almost losing interest in Qinglou.

It's like a salted fish that has lost its dreams.

It's time to find yourself a new hobby.

The first step is to learn to draw people, the second step is to learn to draw beauties, and the third step is to draw a beautiful picture.

Painting all the beauties in the world must be a very fulfilling thing.

"Want to draw, I'll teach you!" The dream girl pursed her lips and chuckled, hung the piece of paper aside, turned around and stood behind Jiang Yunhe, holding Jiang Yunhe's right hand with her right hand.

The dream girl's whole person was attached to Jiang Yunhe's back, and Jiang Yunhe could feel a soft hand with his own hand holding the pen, as well as the soft touch behind him.

"Draw with concentration. The dream girl said in Jiang Yunhe's ear.

Then he told him how to write in each place, what techniques to use, and his voice was clear and soft.

But in a moment, another lifelike woman fell on the paper, and the smiling eyebrows and eyes were not dream girls.

Jiang Yunhe took a closer look, it was really lifelike, with a slight smile between his eyebrows, the hem of his clothes was lifted by the wind, and the person on the painting seemed to be able to jump out of the paper at any time, and he had to admit that the dream girl was much higher than his level.

It's about a dozen stories high.

Jiang Yunhe put the pen aside and turned to wash his hands.

"Why are you so troublesome about a problem that can be solved by a spell?" The dream girl leaned against the edge of the table and watched Jiang Yunhe wash her hands carefully.

"Get used to it. Jiang Yunhe said. "It's really convenient to use magic, but life also needs a little sense of ritual. ”

"Wash your hands?"

"Wash your hands too. Jiang Yunhe smiled, obviously it was difficult for the dream girl to understand her behavior.

"Why are you here?"

"Why don't you go out and take a walk? I haven't turned around this Yongcheng yet. Dream Girl said expectantly.

Jiang Yunhe glanced outside, there was a light rain, drizzle like silk.

"I like rainy days, the rain makes me feel comfortable. The Dream Girl followed his gaze and looked outside, very interested.

"Would you like to go around with me?" the dream girl tugged at Jiang Yunhe's sleeve.

"Okay. Jiang Yunhe thought about it, he had nothing to do anyway, so he agreed.

Seeing Jiang Yunhe nodding, the dream girl suddenly jumped up and pulled out a one-meter-long white paper umbrella from her sleeve, with red petals floating on it.

"Let's go. The dream girl pulled Jiang Yunhe out of the window, and the two fell outside Cheng's house.

The dream girl covered the two of them with an umbrella, and there was a slight drizzle outside, but this small space under the umbrella became a world of its own.

The two of them walked on the stone path, looking at the shops and pedestrians on both sides, and from time to time they could see mortal warriors carrying weapons, and occasionally monks.

A group of cliff soldiers ran barefoot past the two of them, walking like a fly, only a little slower than a galloping horse.

"I'm afraid something is going to happen again. Jiang Yunhe and the others looked at the direction of this group of Dao soldiers outside the city, and suddenly sighed.

"Don't think about it so much, it's the first time you've gone shopping with me. The dream girl pulled Jiang Yunhe's arm and walked forward, she didn't care what happened outside the city now, and who died.

Jiang Yunhe collected his heart, walked aimlessly with the dream girl, passing by the restaurant, he could see the scholars talking loudly inside, with a heroic aura on his body.

At the mouth of the alley, I saw a fair girl with an umbrella, and I didn't notice that the tail under the skirt was exposed.

There was a child sitting on a big tree who had not noticed anyone, looking at the house not far away, and his eyes showed yearning.

Jiang Yunhe felt that this market was much more interesting than those monks.

The two of them turned around for half an afternoon, and finally stopped in front of the hundreds of steps, above which was a huge temple with the words "King of Medicine" written on it.

This is where the local god of incense and fire, the god of medicine, is located.

An incense god comparable to a real person.

It is said that in his early years, he was a doctor who walked between villages, and later encountered a great epidemic that left countless people alive.

Later, people built this temple, and under the worship of incense every day, it became the god of medicine.

Even if it is a rainy day, the incense in the Yaowang Temple is also prosperous, countless pilgrims with umbrellas walk on the steps, and not far below the steps there are incense sellers, fruit sellers, amulet sellers, umbrella sellers, but also lively.

"Do you want to go up?" Jiang Yunhe asked, standing in front of the steps.

"No, monks don't worship gods. If you go up and don't worship, it's somewhat disrespectful. The dream girl shook her head, pulling Jiang Yunhe and wanting to walk to the side.

Jiang Yunhe turned around and instantly saw three people coming down not far away, a woman in white was a little familiar at first, and two maids were behind.

The other party was also stunned when he saw the two, and nodded with a smile.

After Jiang Yunhe left, he thought about it, and suddenly remembered who the other party was.

It was his goal, Ji Shize, who had met before, but his attention at that time was mainly on Qingling Tongzi and Ji Changyu, and he was not impressed by her.

Just missed it, and Jiang Yunhe didn't take it to heart.

This is not a chance to make friends, after all, there is still an oil bottle by your side.

I deliberately found Ji Shize, but I was suspicious, and it seemed that I still had to start with Ji Changyu.