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Shen Rou, the chief disciple of the Seven Flowers Sect, the master of the outer six grades, and one of the most talented rookies in the entire Southern Martial Arts, she is the daughter of the taboo-level master Fist Saint Shi Qingquan, who began to practice martial arts at the age of seven, condensed Qi at the age of twelve, achieved Dan Qi at the age of fifteen, and is twenty-one years old this year, like Cen Guhong and Xuyun, she is one of the top new stars in Huaxia.

With this kind of demonic talent, it is no wonder that he will regard his predecessor as an ant and completely ignore it.

But...... So what?

He and Shen Rou will have a fight sooner or later.

Zhou Ning narrowed his eyes, his heart full of war intent. He relives in this world in place of his predecessor, just wants to be happy and revenge, and vents the grievances in his heart!

The Hidden Dragon Race is the first battle in which he raises his eyebrows.

……

The taxi crossed the long corridor and quietly stopped outside the train station.

Zhou Ning got out of the car and stood in the crowd, looking left and right for the little fat man. I couldn't help crying and laughing in my heart.

Just a few hours ago, he was still visiting the Qinglou in ancient times, drinking flower wine, I don't know how happy he was, but now, he was actually blowing a cool breeze here, waiting for a little kid.

Suddenly, the back of his head was cold, and a fist wind suddenly hit. Zhou Ning raised his eyebrows, and grabbed the back of his head with a palm that he didn't look at.

Just listen to "Smack!" With a bang, a fat hand was already grasped in the palm of his hand, Zhou Ning's elbow was slightly closed, his body was short, and Han Xiangzi hit his chest with a blow and a drunken, and the person opposite flipped over from his shoulder and fell to the ground.

"Peng!"

A loud muffled sound accompanied by a scream, "Cousin, it's me!" My ass! ”

Only then did Zhou Ning see the person who came clearly, a little fat man who was a little dumbfounded, and said in a daze: "Zhou Qin? ”

Zhou Qin grinned in pain, and said with a sad face: "Cousin, it is the younger brother I, my buttocks must have broken into four petals!" ”

Zhou Ning said angrily: "What kind of sneak attack to play, you deserve it!" Stretched out his hand and pulled Zhou Qin up.

"Didn't I want to test you?" Zhou Qin blinked innocently, and then said incredibly, "Cousin, your strength ...... Could it be that you are really condensed? ”

Zhou Ning nodded and said, "It happened a few days ago." ”

Leaning down, while helping him lift his luggage, he walked towards the outside of the station and asked, "I heard you say, you came this time to participate in the Yangzhou Qianlong Race?" ”

Zhou Qin rubbed his buttocks, nodded, and said, "Yes." My dad said that there are too many masters in the magic capital, Emei faction Zhou Qingshuang, Xuanqing Zong Zhang is still these foreign five-grade masters are all competing in the magic capital, with my ability to condense qi just now, most of them can't protect my handsome appearance, so let me come to Yangzhou to compete. ”

sighed, and said with a sad face: "I didn't expect that with my handsome character and martial arts, I still can't fight you, cousin, with a sudden sneak attack, from today on, you will be promoted to my third idol." ”

Zhou Ning listened interestingly, and couldn't help asking, "Oh? So who were your first two idols? ”

The little fat man's eyebrows danced and said: "My second idol, of course, is Wei Zhengqing of Xuanqing Sect, oh, that trick 'slanting wind and drizzle does not need to return', it is simply majestic." As for my first idol, it is Shen Rou, who is the fairy Shen, hey, that skin, that figure, that martial arts, is completely the embodiment of perfection, cousin, my only pastime is to collect the posters of Shen Fairy. ”

Zhou Ning listened to the black lines on his face, and he was powerless to complain. Dare to love, this cousin is still a fan of Shen Rou, it seems that he is still a carnal meal.

Zhou Qin was intoxicated for a while and asked, "What about you, cousin, what do you usually do?" ”

Zhou Ning said very honestly: "Yesterday morning, Du Mu and I called each other, last night, I sat with Tang Bohu and discussed, slightly better than the painting, as for Fang Cai, I just fought with Shi Zhixuan, and I narrowly escaped death." ”

Zhou Qin looked at Zhou Ning dumbfounded, didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and sighed: "It's been a long time since I've seen someone brag so fresh and refined, cousin, in the future, you will overpower Wei Zhengqing and become my second idol!" ”

No one believes the truth these days, Zhou Ning smiled bitterly: "It's an honor." ”

Zhou Qin, the little fat man, was much more interesting than he imagined, and the two talked and laughed along the way, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Back at the martial arts hall, Zhou Ning settled Zhou Qin, the little fat man, in the guest room of the martial arts hall, told him not to run around, and then hurriedly set off with the authentic painting of Tang Bohu, "The Picture of the Withered Robin".

This time, the destination is Lianxi Pavilion, one of the largest antique shops in the country.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in a small building, Zhou Ning carried a suitcase, pushed open the door, and walked in.

At this time, Zheng Deyuan was sitting leisurely on the chair drinking tea, and when he saw him come in, he said hello.

"Yo, Brother Zhou is here, what good things do you bring to me this time?"

Zhou Ning didn't say much, opened the suitcase, and said: "Tang Bohu's authentic handwriting, with a complete inscription, is Brother Zheng interested?" ”

"Poof......" Zheng Deyuan was drinking tea, and when he heard him say this, he squirted out directly. He didn't care about rubbing it, and shouted, "Yes, of course!" ”

Zhou Ning took out the painting from the suitcase and spread it out on the table. Zheng Deyuan muttered to himself: "The pen is strong, the shape is beautiful, the whole brush and ink are sparse and concise, the line is beautiful and free, and the image is full of rhyme, it is indeed like Tang Bohu's real handiwork......"

An hour later, Zheng Deyuan reluctantly looked away from the painting and said: "That's right, looking at the aging degree of the paper, it should be genuine, just like the painting of Captain Chi, this painting is quite well preserved, and Zhou Jun's collection ability is indeed amazing." However, I am still a little unsure about this painting, so I will now ask a connoisseur to take care of it, so as not to make a mistake. ”

Zhou Ning nodded indispensably.

Zheng Deyuan took out his mobile phone and dialed a call, and after a while, an elderly man hurriedly walked in and said hurriedly: "Old Zheng, where is Tang Bohu's true handiwork?"

Zheng Deyuan beckoned: "Lao Xu, come and take a look." ”

After the two men sat down, they gathered around and pointed at the painting.

"Looking at the inscription, the author of this painting should be Tang Bohu, yes, but this inscription is ...... The mountain sky is silent, the voices of people are overwhelming, and the birds are perched in the spring rain. Tang Yin did it for everyone, who is this everyone? ”

Qi Shushu looked up at Zhou Ning, and the faces of the two old men were a little puzzled.

Zhou Ning smiled and said nothing, could it be that he wanted to tell these two old men that Shang everyone was Shang Xiufang, the number one prostitute in the world in the Legend of Shuanglong of the Tang Dynasty?

Half an hour later, Lao Xu turned his head and said to Zhou Ning: "Mr. Zhou, according to our appraisal, this painting is indeed the authentic work of Tang Bohu, I am Xu Zhengan of Sotheby's auction house, I believe you have also heard of the reputation of our auction house, as long as you hand over this painting to us to deal with, half a month later, we will open a special auction for this "Picture of a Withered Robin". What do you think? ”

"Hey, Lao Xu, you're not kind, Brother Zhou, I'll pay 13 million, even if Sotheby's auction house can't give a higher price than this!" Zheng Deyuan said urgently.

"Deal." Zhou Ning was already very satisfied with the price, and no longer hesitated, and immediately made a deal.

Zheng Deyuan, the old man, was still relatively cheerful, and after a while, Zhou Ning's account successfully increased by 13 million. That's three million more than expected.

On the way home, he first went to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities for the little fat man, and then went to the Chinese medicine store to order some medicinal materials. By the time I got home, it was already noon.

I checked the schedule with my mobile phone, and the registration for the Yangzhou audition of the Qianlong Race started at two o'clock in the afternoon, and the location was the Hero Building in the west of Yangzhou City, which was not far from the Taiji Martial Arts Hall.