Zixuan suddenly asked if there were any such works, not only Xiaojing, but also the young stall owner was quite surprised.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want this kind of painting?"

"Of course!" Zixuan said.

After saying that, she seemed to feel a bit demanding, and then she continued, "Of course it's better if there is." If not, you can have other works by the author of this picture. ”

"How much do you want?" asked the young man.

"If there is, I'll buy them all. ”

"All?" the young man gasped, thinking he had misheard.

"Yes, all!" Zi Xuan emphasized again, her tone was unquestionable, "Don't worry about the price, I will definitely satisfy you." ”

The young man's eyes lit up, and then he thought about it for a moment and said, "You wait, I'll call and ask first." ”

"No problem. Zixuan nodded, and motioned for him to call.

"It's too noisy here. The youth responded, "Wait a minute. ”

He walked briskly to a boutique next to the street, greeted the pretty female shopkeeper, and then pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to make a call.

Xiao Jing was full of questions, and she was about to open her mouth to ask, but suddenly stopped-

She suddenly saw Zi Xuan beside her with a solemn face, and her left ear was trembling slightly rhythmically.

Although Zixuan tied her hair, the strands of hair hanging down her temples almost covered her ears. If it weren't for Xiaojing being close, she wouldn't have been able to see it at all.

Authentic Listening!

She actually used the Truth Hearing Technique!

Xiao Jing was inexplicably surprised, and there seemed to be a wave surging in her heart in an instant, making her unable to breathe normally!

The Truth Hearing Technique is a top-level secret art, and it is also ranked in the forefront of the Middle Thousand Worlds. A high-level late-stage cultivator of the Secret Hearing Technique can cultivate his sense of hearing to an unbelievable level - through his sense of hearing, he can discern everything in the world from a distance, and even listen to people's hearts.

The Truth Hearing Technique is extremely profound, it requires a cultivator's talent, especially the acuity of the body, and it also requires a large number of heavenly and earthly treasures to wash the marrow and bone and transform the body in the middle and late stages.

The major royal families in the Middle Thousand Worlds had spared no effort to cultivate the Truth-Hearers in the past period. This is because, once this kind of secret art is cultivated, its effect is undoubtedly enormous -- especially in war, if there is no effective means to obstruct the detection of the Truth Hearing Technique, then one's whereabouts will be exposed, and the results of its passivity everywhere can naturally be imagined.

However, it was precisely because of the great difficulty and the resources consumed were astronomical, and the results were very small - there was not a single person in the entire Middle Thousand Worlds who could finally reach the late stage of the high level, and only a handful of them could reach the middle stage. Therefore, the plans of the royal families to cultivate the Hearers on a large scale gradually died down in the midst of many opposition.

In the early days of the Yudan, Zixuan also practiced the Truth Hearing Technique. However, no matter how she cultivated, she only stopped at the beginning, and in the end she had no choice but to change to other secret arts. The difficulty of its cultivation can be imagined.

However, even if she was just getting started, Xiao Jing knew that Zi Xuan could hear the sound of insects and ants hundreds of miles away by listening to the supernatural powers.

It's just that Xiao Jing can't understand why she used the Truth Hearing Technique to listen to the conversation between two ordinary mortals at this time?

……

"Done?" Zixuan asked, "How?"

Just when Xiaojing was in a daze, the young man came over after making a call. And Zi Xuan had already put away the secret technique, and her expression was as usual.

"I'm sorry, this request may not meet you?" the young man scratched his head and smiled bitterly. Faced with the woman in front of him who bought this painting, he couldn't give birth to a trace of deception.

"Did he only paint such a picture, or did you not know the author at all?" Zixuan asked.

"There are so many paintings, and they weren't painted by the same person, so I can't tell the difference!" said the young man, pointing to the pile of paintings on the stall, "so I don't know who the author is?"

Zixuan nodded, it was similar to what she had heard.

The young man did not lie, he was not an art major himself.

His paintings either came in from the wholesale market, like those prints. Either it is a friend who studies art and sells it here - for art students, there are naturally more channels for good works to be sold, such as participating in art exhibitions all over the country, entering galleries, and so on. If you feel unsatisfied, you can give it to the students who set up stalls, and it will be good to sell it, and it can't be regarded as a foil.

This was the case with the original pile of paintings that housed the "Flaming Red Lips," which he had taken from a friend at the Academy of Fine Arts. As for the price, his friend didn't count it at all, it was equivalent to a giveaway. This is because they are said to be the casual pen of the instructor and the work that the university students do not want.

After the young man contacted his friend on the phone, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart. Since there is no way to know the exact author, it is impossible to verify them one by one, so this business can only be stopped.

"I'm sorry!" the young man thought for a moment, and then said, "Why don't you look at the others, and see if there is anything you like?"

"No, I'll come back next time I have a chance. Zixuan shook her head.

"Okay, welcome next time!" the young man smiled.

Of course, he knew in his heart that there would be no next time, and it was just a kind word. He carefully packed the painting "Flaming Red Lips" into a plastic bag and handed it to Xiao Jing, who was reaching for her hand next to him.

Zixuan smiled, opened her wallet, and paid the painting money at the price Xiaojing gave.

Before leaving, Zixuan suddenly remembered something, turned to the young man and said, "Teacher Lin from the Academy of Fine Arts, what is his full name?"

"Lin Junjie!" replied casually.

"Lin Junjie, good name!" Zixuan nodded, thanked him, and then left with Xiaojing.

The two of them walked for a long time before the young man reacted-

How did she know that my friend was a student of Ms. Lin?

……

Xiaojing and Zixuan walked silently all the way, as if the hustle and bustle of the street had nothing to do with them at all.

Zixuan glanced at her and asked, "Are you...... Want to know what?"

"I'm just curious...... Xiao Jing raised the bag in her hand and sighed, "Of course, you can not say it, I don't know." ”

"I was surprised myself. Zixuan said, her voice was a little hoarse, "I didn't expect it, but in the end, there was ......."

Xiao Jing stopped talking and listened quietly, she knew that if Zi Xuan didn't say it, no one could force her.

The lights on both sides of the street were still bright, and Xiao Jing could see that Zixuan's expression was a little gloomy, with a hint of sadness, and that appearance was not at all the confident and strong Zixuan she saw on weekdays.

"Originally, after so many years of this incident, my heart has gradually become cold. I don't want to tell anyone, and I bury it in my heart...... It seems that it is time for you and Lanlan to know. ”

"Who is that person?" Xiao Jing was not surprised, and couldn't help but ask.

Zixuan's chest heaved and heaved, as if she was struggling to control her emotions, she paused for a moment and continued, "A friend of mine. ”

"Is it a man?" asked Xiaojing.

"Yes!" Zixuan replied.

"I see. Xiao Jing sighed, "Actually, you can still not say it." ”

"Perhaps, I need your help. ”