Chapter 177 Writing the World

When people were gossiping about men and women, and when Ju Yunxiu's thoughts were drawn in this direction, Qin Yi finally saw a problem that was almost ignored in the chaos.

Xixiangzi's Dahuanxi Temple elixir...the source may not be obtained by killing a prostitute like Qin Yi, and the possibility of colluding with outsiders cannot be ruled out.

Ju Yunxiu attaches great importance to it. This is not only related to Qin Yi and their sect, but may even touch the bottom line of the entire fairy palace. She quickly took out a book and added a few strokes in the book. The true spirits scattered on the pages of the book and threw themselves into the mountains, disappearing in an instant.

Qin Yi looked curiously: "What is this?"

"This is the spirit of the book. The few strokes I added just now are to give them the ability to investigate."

"...is there such a powerful method?" Qin Yi's eyes lit up: "What kind of ability can be given by adding any command?"

Ju Yunxiu smiled slightly: "Paintings are the world, and books are also the world. Although words have no concrete pictures, they can give more directions. Your comic book proposal is actually something we have been thinking about for generations - to integrate calligraphy and painting, Become the world that everything has, like the real world."

It really is a TV series combined, and it is a summoning TV series that can be summoned, and maybe an infinite stream that can be passed in... Create these worlds by yourself, not to mention the creator, then at least it is the god of the infinite stream!

Qin Yi's heart was greatly moved. This kind of fairy method is really desirable and interesting.

Ju Yunxiu smiled and said, "Why, do you want to learn again?"

"Uh uh... indeed..."

"I can't reach such a state, I'm only exploring."

"Teach me, maybe we can discuss it together?" Qin Yi said itchyly, "I have a lot of ideas..."

"It's good to discuss together, and I also hope that you can have some original ideas." Ju Yunxiu said indifferently: "It's just..."

"Well?"

"When the teaching gets deeper, it has already involved the biggest mystery of our sect..." Ju Yunxiu paused, then turned to look at him seriously: "Then am I your senior sister or your master?"

Qin Yi smiled apologetically and said, "Do you have to distinguish it so clearly? Isn't this just teaching art on behalf of a teacher..."

Ju Yunxiu didn't answer.

Tea is stamping in the distance, this uncle usually looks very smart, why doesn't he understand now?

Ju Yunxiu's words are actually hinting at setting the tone for the relationship between the two parties.

If you say you are a master-student, even if it is not in name, but you just think so in your heart, then the two parties will be fixed as a master-student relationship. Because Wan Dao Immortal Palace is not a sect that ignores the rules, and their piano, chess, calligraphy and painting sect is a bit pedantic in some respects. Ju Yunxiu cannot accept such things as master-student love, and that is setting the tone.

Conversely, if you insist that you are just siblings, then in Ju Yunxiu's view, it is tantamount to pursuing her freely.

Ju Yunxiu himself would also wonder if after teaching more and more deeply, the two parties would invisibly set the tone as master and apprentice. Let's see what Qin Yi thinks. Of course, she wouldn't make this hint clear. Whether Qin Yi understood it or not, she herself didn't know what direction she hoped to take, so she didn't care if she didn't say it.

Of course, Qin Yi couldn't understand it. The rules in everyone's minds are different. In his eyes, is there any difference between master and sister?

Seeing that Ju Yunxiu didn't answer, Qin Yi was at a loss and couldn't ask, so he could only follow the topic of calligraphy and continued: "Usually I see that my senior sister has calligraphy and reading in the way of calligraphy, but she doesn't see writing. Is there a reason for this? Because writing is harder than reading?"

Ju Yunxiu didn't bother with the hint, and replied casually: "For us, writing is not difficult. I don't know how much I have written in the past 18 years, and I am afraid that there will be a room. Otherwise, do you know how I can drive these true spirits?"

Qin Yi only focused on one word: "Ten...eighteen years?"

Ju Yunxiu with her arms akimbo: "A Jiazi is a year, aren't you convinced? After all, I'm not yet eighteen!"

"Convince, be convinced." Qin Yi wiped his sweat: "So, Senior Sister is only half a year older than me. It's a match made in heaven."

Ju Yunxiu stared and said, "Who was created for you? How dare you talk to me now?"

Seeing the unimpressive stare, Qin Yi simply said: "Anyway, I am a disciple who writes books and hides evil skills. Senior sister already knew that."

"Speaking of your book, it's really a masterpiece..." Ju Yunxiu thought for a while, "Our flaw actually lies in this."

Qin Yi blurted out: "It's not enough to live on."

"Bah. A prostitute." Ju Yunxiu's beautiful eyes moved around, but there was a smile that was not a smile.

Looking at the tea in the distance, his teeth were sour, and his small mouth was muttering and he didn't know what to say.

Even the green tea can tell that this is not so much scolding a prostitute as a flirt. Qin Yi's mouth was a little dry, but he didn't have the courage, so he just stood still.

This is a big boss of Huiyang, and what he is studying is the integration of calligraphy and painting, and the evolution of the world... She said that you are just a prostitute, if you dare to show it, you may die in an ugly way.

Ju Yunxiu looked at him blankly wanting to do something but not daring, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger: "How do you want to help senior sister experience life? Tell me, how did you sum up this kind of thing?"

Qin Yi coughed dryly twice: "It's brain-making, brain-making."

"Imagine it." Ju Yunxiu didn't just tease him blindly, and thought about it for a while again, and finally sighed: "Imagination and writing stories behind closed doors can indeed be exciting, but I always feel that there is something missing. Especially the tens of thousands of people in the world. Over the past year, there are so many excellent works, and there are so many that come out every year, how can the things you think about behind closed doors be better than other people's?"

Qin Yi said: "So I found out that the part of the bridge that you thought was amazing has long been a commonplace in the world."

Ju Yunxiu looked at him for a while, and slowly said: "Maybe it will eventually become a cliché. If the world I constructed is boring and not as wonderful as the real world, then what good is it for me to write? After all, the book is exhausted, and I don’t want to start writing anymore.”

"Why are you so demanding..." Qin Yi paused halfway through. Everyone's pursuit is different. Their pursuit is no longer poetry and poetry, let alone a writer who makes money by coding, but the ambition to create a world. He wrote "Eighteen Jiazi" and wrote everything. The degree of not wanting to write for the time being, not not being able to write.

The imaginary "infinite flow small dungeon world", judging from Ju Yunxiu's appearance of randomly throwing scrolls to recruit real spirits, there is a high probability that she has already had a small dungeon, or is already in the process of building it, and has not yet done her best .

Don't show your little literary knowledge to make a fool of yourself.

But Qin Yi felt that he had some other advantages...

Because I have a real world in my heart. The majesty and magnificence of that world, the vicissitudes of thousands of years, and the different directions of civilization are not inferior to this one, or even surpassed.

Maybe one day, what Ju Yunxiu can't do, he can do.

In the picture scroll, in the pages of the book, show another world.

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