After obtaining the calligraphy and paintings from the thief disguised as a sweeping monk, the night owl wandered around the dark alley for a while, preparing some necessary things.

After this set of processes, the 5,000 taels of silver tickets in his hand were not hot, and they shrank directly to only 1,000 taels.

Money is really unspent, whether it's in the real world or in games.

After everything was ready, the time of this world had come from the beginning to the unitary time, and the night owl left the dark alley in Suzhou and Hangzhou City and walked in the direction of Nanshan, where the martial arts conference was held.

3 days later, the eight major factions that participated in the martial arts conference had their own temporary stations in Suzhou and Hangzhou City, and the Huashan faction's station was located in Yunlu Academy on Nanshan.

The night owl sandwiched the calligraphy and painting of the calligraphy and painting under his armpit, all the way to the south, through the crowded bustling streets, and finally stood at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, under the stone archway carved with the four big characters of 'Yunlu Academy'.

The sun is thin, and the sunset on the horizon is oblique, stretching the figure of the night owl up the stairs for a long time.

He soon came to the gate of the academy, and the junior disciples of the sect standing on both sides of the door immediately stretched out to block the way of the night owl.

"What for? The College will not accept visitors on these two days. ”

One of them, a young man dressed in a cyan suit, pressed his hand on the hilt of the long sword at his waist, blocking the way of the night owl, and looked the night owl up and down with vigilant eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, two young heroes."

The night owl arched his hand to the disciple of the Huashan faction, showing the calligraphy and painting that was sandwiched under the armpit, and showed his intention: "I have heard that the head of the Huashan faction, Yue Daxia, is quite accomplished in calligraphy and painting, and today I am fortunate to have a real masterpiece of a famous master of the previous dynasty. ”

The disciples of these two sects knew this hobby of their own masters, and when they saw that the night owl did have a pair of calligraphy and paintings under his armpit, they did not suspect him.

"Then you wait here first, and I'll go and ask the head uncle."

One of the disciples guarding the gate gave a command, then turned around and entered the academy to report to the head of Yue.

After a short time, the disciple turned back, relaxed his attitude towards the night owl a little, and waved his hand into the door.

"Please, Uncle Master will let you in."

The night owl followed the disciple who guarded the door and walked inside, and on the way, he also met disciples of the sect in twos and threes, and the defense did not seem to be very tight.

The disciple who guarded the door took the night owl to the door of a study and made a gesture of please, indicating that Yue Gaofeng Yue was in the house

When the night owl entered the house, he turned and left.

……

Yue Gaofeng, the head of the Huashan faction, looked like he was in his forties, tall and thin, wearing a green cloth shirt and a square scarf, looking like a bachelor and the head of the faction.

He was sitting behind a table, with a guqin in front of him, and he was stroking the strings with an intoxicated face, and even someone entering the door could not interrupt his cultivation sentiment.

The night owl had to wait on the sidelines, pretending to be intoxicated by the sound of the piano, but in fact he couldn't understand what the other party was playing.

After about ten minutes, the sound of the piano gradually weakened, and Master Yue smoothed the strings, and the aftermath gradually dissipated like ripples on the river.

Master Yue's expression was a little fake, and he obviously pretended to find a person standing in the room, he got up from his seat and simply bowed his hand as apology.

"I heard that Shaoxia came here to find someone Yue to taste calligraphy and painting?"

"Exactly!"

The night owl acted in a full set, respectfully gave a bow, and then took out the [Peony Pavilion Authentic Works] he was carrying and handed it to the head of Yue.

"Oh?"

Ordinary people want others to see something, and if they are polite, they must consciously open that thing to the state where they can view it directly, but the young man in front of him handed the scroll directly in front of him, which is obviously rude.

Hmph, the reckless man in the mountains and fields, I don't know the etiquette.

Yue Gaofeng immediately glanced at the night owl in his gentleman's heart, flicked his sleeves to reveal his wrists, and solemnly took the scroll with both hands.

I'd like to see what kind of treasure it is......

Yue Zhangmen held the calligraphy and painting in one hand, and the fingers of the other hand gently brushed the painting scroll, and twisted the ribbon between his fingers, unfolding the calligraphy and painting for a small part.

Well?

At first glance, when he saw the strong font on the scroll, Yue Gaofeng, who knew the goods, was deeply sucked in his eyes.

This...... It is indeed a genuine work left by the former pilgrim!

The more the scroll unfolded, the wider Master Yue's eyes widened.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to see the true works of the book saint in my lifetime...... Tsk, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the wood is divided into three points, what a realm this is. ”

Yue Gaofeng praised while looking at it, although this product was called a hypocrite by Wanquantong, but this one-handed skill in appreciating calligraphy and painting is a real skill.

The more he understood the preciousness of this calligraphy and painting, the more eager Master Yue was to see it in its entirety, and the speed of unfolding the calligraphy and painting under his hand accelerated.

What he didn't notice was that the young man who was standing quietly on the side, with a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, secretly transported his only one weight of internal force to the palm of his hand.

Finally, when the calligraphy and painting were unfolded to the end, a layer of fine dust suddenly appeared on the canvas.

What is it? Is the powder produced by too long storage?

Yue Gaofeng approached the canvas to take a look, for fear that the handwriting on the canvas would be damaged due to improper preservation.

At this moment, the night owl, who had been accumulating strength for a long time, flipped over with one palm, and shot the internal force towards the calligraphy and painting from the bottom up.

With only one heavy internal force cultivation, there is no obvious effect of qi release in the air, and at best, it can create a small stream of airflow.

But this was enough, the distance between the night owl and Yue Gaofeng was less than three meters, and the purpose of this palm was not to hit and injure Yue Gaofeng, but to have a push effect.

The internal force and air flow made the canvas shake violently, and the dust that had been deliberately sprinkled on the canvas flew up, and Yue Gaofeng, who was close at hand, was defenseless and immediately inhaled a lot of dust.

Not good!

After all, he is the head of a faction, although his internal force cultivation can only be regarded as the bottom of the eight major sects, Yue Gaofeng is still very vigilant to throw away the calligraphy and painting, urge the internal force to flick his sleeves, and wave away the dust that has been raised, and then retreat with his feet, retreating two steps away.

"What did you do with this calligraphy?"

Master Yue is worthy of being a person who loves calligraphy and painting, and he has obviously inhaled dust, and he didn't forget to worry about the authentic handiwork of the sage first.

He stood firm and wanted to urge the internal force to move the body to protect the body, but as soon as he made a move, he immediately found that his veins were soft and paralyzed, and the internal force was even more blocked.

"Could it be...... Ten spices soft tendon scattered? ”

Master Yue, who had a wealth of experience in the rivers and lakes, immediately recognized from his symptoms what kind of poison was in his body.

Although it will not kill people after poisoning, it will block the veins, block the dantian, and weaken the muscles and bones, making people feel numb and soft all over the body, and they can only be slaughtered by others if they can't do anything.

"What do you want to do to me?"

He immediately raised his head, and looked at the man with the negative sword standing not far away, wanting to make a move, but his whole body was weak and weak, and he couldn't even stand firmly, let alone make a move to defeat the enemy.

"I don't do anything, I just want to borrow your position as the head of the house for the time being."

The night owl smiled at the other party, paced forward, and used the internal force in his body with both hands according to a unique technique, and finally bent his palm into a claw, and grabbed Yue Gaofeng's head with one claw.

"Star Absorbing Dafa!"

As the other party urged the internal force, Yue Gaofeng only felt that there was a huge suction force coming from the claws pressed on his forehead, and the internal force in his dantian was pulled by this suction force, like a fish in a whirlpool, and it was irresistibly swept into the center of the whirlpool, and finally was sucked out of his body, and it continued to converge towards the body of the young man in front of him.

……