Wu Bei: "It turned out to be a native of the United States. He's here to buy the collection?"

Tang Minghui: "To be precise, we want to exchange a batch of collections. As you know, we have duplicate collections, such as Tang Bohu's flowers, and we have one in our hands. This time, we are exchanging duplicate collections for something we don't have. The same goes for the other party. ”

On this trip, Tang Minghui only took Wu Bei and Tang Ziyi, and the rest went home first.

Half an hour later, the car drove into the Yunjing Hotel.

Yunjing Hotel, with a history of more than ten years, is still one of the best places for Yunjing people to receive VIPs, even if the appearance is no longer tall and fashionable.

The entire Yunjing Hotel was wrapped down by Tang Minghui, and there were people he arranged standing at the door.

As soon as the car stopped, the butler came up and opened the door and said, "Master, everything is arranged." Mr. Luo Chenyuan and his people arrived in half an hour. ”

Tang Minghui nodded: "Okay." ”

The group came to the first floor, where several rooms were cleared, with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and some porcelain and bronze ware on the table, adding up, to say the least, more than a hundred pieces.

Tang Minghui said with a smile: "Wu Bei, these are the things I want to exchange, and they are all counted according to the needs of the other party." ”

Wu Bei walked over and took a turn, these antiques have different atmospheres, indicating that they come from different dynasties.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at a painting. It's not a delicate painting. A peak, reaching into the sky, with a red sun hanging from the peak.

Wu Bei found that this painting faintly exuded a special atmosphere. His heart moved, and he opened the Eye of Dimension, and then he was shaken, and he saw that the mountain in his painting had become a real mountain. The sun above the peak radiates endless energy.

He closed his eyes, and his heart set off turbulent waves, this picture is not simple, it is a "refining god map"!

The immortal part of the Shenzhou Chronicles has relevant records. When a monk reaches the realm of refining gods, if he wants to condense his divine consciousness, he needs to refine his gods, otherwise it will often take a long time before he has a chance to succeed.

He immediately asked Tang Minghui: "Uncle, what is the origin of this painting?"

Tang Minghui said with a smile: "This is a work, about ten years ago, there was a famine in the world, a monk who was about to starve to death came to my house to make a fortune, my grandfather saw that he was pitiful, so he took him in for a month. The monk was very grateful and left this painting behind when he left. ”

Wu Bei: "Is there this painting for the items requested by the other party?"

Tang Minghui nodded: "Half a year ago, Luo Chenyuan visited the exhibition hall of my Tang family, and I liked this painting very much at that time. This time, when we negotiated the exchange of items, he made a point of mentioning the painting. ”

Wu Bei nodded and said, "Uncle, give me this painting." ”

Tang Minghui laughed: "If you like it, just take it." ”

Wu Bei is a great benefactor of the Tang family, and a mere painting is not worth mentioning.

Wu Bei directly took off the painting, then handed it to Tang Ziyi, and said, "Ziyi, you put it in the car." ”

Although Tang Ziyi felt that Wu Bei's behavior was strange, she didn't ask much, she took the painting and asked the housekeeper to put it in the trunk of the car.

Wu Bei said to Tang Minghui at this time: "Uncle, if Luo Chenyuan asks about this painting for a while, you will say that the monk suddenly appeared and wanted to leave this painting." ”

Tang Minghui was stunned for a moment and said, "Ten years ago, the monk was old, can he live until now?"

Wu Bei smiled: "You just have to say that." ”

Tang Minghui nodded: "Okay." ”

Tang Ziyi was very smart, she couldn't help but ask, "Is there anything special about this painting?"

Wu Beidao: "To ordinary people, it is just an ordinary painting. But for practitioners, it is priceless. ”

He further said: "Luo Chenyuan's real purpose this time is probably this painting. ”

Tang Ziyi blinked: "That's why you put the painting away." ”

Wu Bei smiled: "Exactly." If I'm not mistaken, this Luo Chenyuan is definitely a master. ”

Before a few people could say a few words, the sound of the housekeeper welcoming guests sounded outside, and Tang Minghui hurriedly greeted them. I saw that a man about forty years old had the appearance characteristics of a three-point Europa, and he was very imposing.

This person was wearing a Tang costume and was smiling, and he arched his hand towards Tang Minghui: "Mr. Tang, I've kept you waiting." ”

Tang Minghui smiled: "No, I just arrived." Mr. Luo, my things are all here, do you want to go and see them first?"

Luo Chenyuan nodded: "Okay." ”

led Luo Chenyuan to the room where the exhibits were placed, Luo Chenyuan walked around, and from time to time he praised Tang Minghui's collection.

After walking through the last room, he asked, "Isn't that new?"

Tang Minghui's heart moved slightly, and he smiled: "It's all here." ”

Luo Chenyuan: "Mr. Tang, last time I saw a work of the clan, why isn't it there?"

Tang Minghui's expression remained unchanged: "Is that painting given by the monk? I'm really sorry Mr. Luo, a few days ago, the monk suddenly visited, left a sum of money, and took the painting." ”

Luo Chenyuan's face sank slightly: "Then the monk is here?" Mr. Tang, you're not joking. I remember when you told this story, the monk was in his forties. It's been ten years, he's at least one hundred and twenty years old, right?"

Wu Bei walked over and said, "If a person's cultivation has reached the realm of the Martial King, it is nothing to live to be one hundred and twenty years old. ”

Luo Chenyuan frowned, stared at Wu Bei and asked, "Who are you?"

Wu Bei: "I am a director of the Tang Group, and my surname is Wu. ”

Luo Chenyuan: "You mean, that monk has the cultivation of a martial king?"

Wu Bei: "Maybe it's the Martial God, who knows." He looked like he was in his forties. ”

Luo Chenyuan fell silent, and then he bowed his hand to Tang Minghui: "Mr. Tang, I suddenly remembered that there is one more important thing to do. Let my assistant do the rest. ”

Tang Minghui said: "Okay, Mr. Luo, please take care of yourself." ”

This Luo Chenyuan left in a hurry, leaving only an assistant and his subordinates for a follow-up exchange.

As soon as the other party left, Tang Minghui said: "Wu Bei, you guessed, this surnamed Luo really came for that painting." ”

Wu Bei: "He is also a cultivator, and his cultivation is higher than mine. ”

Tang Ziyi was curious: "Taller than you, what kind of cultivation is that?"

"Innate realm. He said.

Tang Ziyi was taken aback, she and Tang Minghui looked at each other, who would have thought that such a big boss would actually be an innate great grandmaster!

"Wu Bei, do you believe our rhetoric?"

Wu Bei smiled: "It doesn't matter if he believes it or not, the important thing is that I have already told him, and we also know the value of that painting." ”

Tang Ziyi: "So, he gave up?"

Wu Bei said lightly: "If he still wants this painting, then he has to talk about it again, slowly." ”

"Re-talking? You mean, he's going to buy this painting?"

Wu Bei: "That's right. ”

He looked at Tang Minghui: "Uncle, if the other party looks for you again, you will say that you have to ask the monk about this." If the other party asks for the price, you say 10 billion, don't bargain. ”

Tang Minghui was taken aback: "Ten billion?"