"You, who are you!" the picture in the basin stopped as the young man left, but quickly jumped to the next frame. In the fastest vertex update, a young man blocks another young man's path and stretches out his hand as if begging for something. Looking at the costumes of the two, it should still be a matter of the Qing Dynasty.

"Does it matter who I am?" said the young man who stretched out his hand with a wicked smile, his appearance was basically no different from Zhao Gongming in Sanqing's impression, but he was younger.

"It doesn't matter!" replied the other young man softly, looking a little timid.

"Since it's not important, give me the thing!" Zhao Gongming said in a deep voice.

"What's that?" said the young man, feigning stupidity.

"Don't play stupid with me here!" Zhao Gongming said, with a slight anger in his tone.

"I, I really don't know!" the young man continued to quibble, as he shook out a dagger from his cuff and stabbed Zhao Gongming fiercely.

Zhao Gongming dodged the knife slightly sideways, and then grabbed the young man's hand holding the dagger with lightning speed, and used his five fingers to clasp the young man's wrist tightly.

"It hurts!" the young man exclaimed, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

"Playing Yin with me?" Zhao Gong, who was attacked by the young man, was obviously very angry, he pulled hard, and then pressed down, pressing the young man to the ground, and then stepped on the hand of the young man who was holding the dagger.

"Does it hurt?" After stepping on the young man's hand, Zhao Gongming looked down at the young man and asked proudly.

"It hurts, it hurts...... You, let me go, I'll give you the painting, just give it to you!" Seeing that he was powerless to resist, the young man hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Don't play tricks!" Seeing the young man begging for mercy, Zhao Gongming let go of his feet and gave the young man his freedom. The young man slowed down, then got up from the ground, untied his baggage, and began to look for something from it. After a while, he took out a scroll from his baggage and handed it to Zhao Gongming.

"The thing is for you, can I go?" asked the young man who handed over the thing, timidly.

"Don't worry, you have to inspect the goods when you buy things! Your family has been in business for generations, so you won't even understand this!" Zhao Gongming said coldly, and then opened the painting scroll in his hand, and at the moment when he opened the painting scroll, the young man suddenly ran wildly, but before he ran out a few steps, he was caught up by Zhao Gongming and fell to the ground again.

"Tell me what this is?" Zhao Gongming shook off the scroll, and it turned out to be a vivid landscape painting. But judging from Zhao Gongming's reaction, this is obviously not what he wants.

"This is a famous painting! It's the most valuable thing on me!" the young man looked at Zhao Gongming pitifully, with an indescribable expression of bitterness.

"Being pretended to be a grandson with me, you know what I want!" Zhao Gongming saw that the young man dared to make fun of himself, and he was immediately furious.

"I, I really don't know! This hero, just let me go!" the young man begged for mercy.

"Are you willing to pretend?" Zhao Gongming said with a sneer, then picked up the dagger that the young man had dropped on the ground, and stabbed it on the back of the young man's hand, pinning the young man's hand to the ground.

"Ah!" the young man screamed, nearly fainting.

"Are you still pretending?" Zhao Gongming said viciously.

"Don't pretend, don't pretend! But the painting is not on me! I'll take you to get it, don't kill me! Kill me!" This time, the young man seemed to be really frightened, and he kowtowed to Zhao Gongming while begging for mercy.

"What is this?" Just when the young man kowtowed and begged for mercy, Zhao Gongming accidentally found that there seemed to be something hidden in the young man's arms, so he snatched it up. It's also a painting scroll.

"This, this is the picture of the Spring Palace!" Seeing that the scroll was snatched away, the young man hurriedly explained, "Don't look at it, don't stain your eyes!"

"Oh, the Spring Palace, I like the Spring Palace the most!" Zhao Gongming had a surprised expression on his face, and he couldn't wait to open the scroll. Where is the picture of the Spring Palace painted on this painting, it is clearly a general with gold armor and silver spear.

"Spring Palace Map?" Zhao Gongming asked with squinted eyes.

"I, I have a dragon yang fetish!" the young man continued.

"Hehe, you are really as cunning as your ancestors!" Zhao Gongming said coldly, "I came today, first, to take away this painting, because it does not belong to you, you and your ancestors have occupied it for so long, and it is time for the object to be returned to its original owner, and second, to teach you some principles of being a man! I also took the painting, and you have listened to the truth, and it is redundant to keep you!" Speaking of this, Zhao Gongming pulled out the dagger that was pierced in the young man's hand, and was about to stab the young man's head.

"Stop!" At this moment, a voice sounded, right in Zhao Gongming's ears, and his hand was also grabbed and unable to move.

"Who are you!" Zhao Gongming looked up, only to find that a Taoist priest appeared in front of him at some point, and it was the Taoist priest who grabbed his hand. The appearance of this Taoist priest also surprised Sanqing, who was watching this scene, because this Taoist priest was none other than Chen!

"I'm a Taoist priest!" said with a smile.

"Daoist, then you'd better not meddle in your business, otherwise I'll kill you together!" Zhao Gong, who was stopped by Chen, was obviously very angry, and he wanted to break away from Chen's hand, but he couldn't break free.

"Young man, you have a deep grudge and a very murderous aura!

"Don't worry about it!"

"Let's go, the farther away the better!" Lichen ignored the angry Zhao Gongming, and turned to the young man behind him and said.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Seeing this, Nian Qiangren hurriedly got up from the ground, grabbed the wound on his hand, and ran all the way, and the smoke and wine disappeared.

"Now it's just you and me, let Poor Dao see why you have such a deep grudge!" After seeing the young man leave, Lichen turned his head to look at Zhao Gongming, his eyes were full of love, he stretched out his other hand and gently placed it on Zhao Gongming's head, Zhao Gongming was still struggling at first, when Chen's palm gently stroked her head, her eyes began to loosen, and it became ambiguous, and then she sat on the ground weakly.

"It turned out to be you!" Lichen put his hand on Zhao Gongming's head, and he didn't know what he saw, and after letting go of his hand, he said this seriously.

"Dao Chief, I, why am I here?" After Chen let go of his hand, Zhao Gongming regained consciousness, but it was as if he had changed as a different person.

"What's your name!" Lichen didn't answer Zhao Gongming, but asked him instead.

"My name is Zhao Gongming! My father and mother said that this is the name of the God of Wealth!" Zhao Gongming said with a smirk.

"Very good! In the future, it will be good to follow the poor path to practice the Tao and travel around?" said Lichen with a smile.

"Thank you, Dao Chief!" Zhao Gongming heard this, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed.

"This painting belongs to you, so it's still up to you to keep it!" Lichen picked up the general's picture that fell on the ground, rolled it up and handed it to Zhao Gongming. Zhao Gongming took the painting, his eyes were confused.

(To be continued.) )