As soon as Mo Chen waved his hand, the door opened by itself, and standing outside the door was the innkeeper named Wang Xiaoer, who looked restrained, hesitating to stand at the door and not dare to enter the door.

"What's the matter?" Mochen asked.

"Oh, guest officer, our shopkeeper has explained, the backyard building has been cleaned up, you can move in at any time if you want, and your expenses in the small shop these days are all free. Hey hey"

Wang Xiaoer said with a smile, doing their job is to pay attention to being deaf and clear-sighted, what they are saying is to keep abreast of all the big and small events in the city, and to have a pair of eyes that are good at recognizing people.

The little-known little brother in front of him, that is the man of the hour who just swept Tu Qianchen in the Tianxiang Building of the National Color, and defeated Wu Zifeng with a sword, of course the innkeeper did not dare to slack off, during the martial arts period, there were many capable people in Dihai City, and those like them were even more cautious in doing this kind of inn business, for fear that they would accidentally touch the moldy head of a strong man.

So in the past few days, the best quiet buildings in the backyard have been cleaned up, and once they find that there are "snubbing" guests, they must quickly send Wang Xiaoer to come up with a smile on their faces to flatter.

As for why he didn't come in person, it was because the shopkeeper himself was also afraid, if Wang Xiaoer said the wrong thing, then he still had the words to shirk, if he went into battle, in case something went wrong, then he would really be bad.

"No, I don't have any requirements for a place to stay, it's good here. Mochen said, then waved his hand to signal the man to leave.

"Okay, then you can call me anytime you need anything. Wang Xiaoer was a little disappointed when he heard this, generally speaking, if the guest should accept it, he could take advantage of the situation to help him take care of it, and in the end, he would probably get some reward.

But since Mo Chen said that he didn't need it, then he could only give up, and just as he was about to close the door and leave, he suddenly saw a blank picture scroll on the table.

"Officer, do you want to paint, there is a good study room across the street from our store, why don't I prepare some supplies for you?"

Wang Xiaoer boldly asked, those who do their job will definitely not let go of any opportunity to make rewards.

"What did you say?" Mo Chen suddenly raised his head and asked, he was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly regretted it in his heart, what kind of mouth did he have, which made Mo Chen angry.

"No, I didn't say anything. Wang Xiaoer was so frightened that he waved his hand again and again.

Only then did he remember that the person in front of him was a ruthless character who even the young city lord of Dihai City dared to "cut" on the street, and if he provoked this young man, he would be killed by a sword, and there would be no place to reason.

"No, you said to paint!"

Before he could react, Mo Chen's figure rushed to the door in a flash, his hands clasping his shoulders tightly.

"I'm sorry, guest officer, please spare me, I didn't mean to talk too much, I just said it casually. Wang Xiaoer was really frightened now, if it weren't for Mo Chen's hands grabbing him, he would have already knelt on the ground.

"Spare you, what spare you, I still want you to help me do something, go and help me prepare pen and ink, I want to paint!" Mo Chen patted him on the shoulder excitedly, and commanded.

"Oh, okay, let's do it!" Wang Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and secretly said in his heart that he was not angry with me, so why are you startled, whew, scared Lao Tzu to death.

"Take these, remember, I want the best. Mochen reached out and threw out a gold ingot, the size of a fist, and the guy barely caught it when he reached out to catch it. When he saw the large piece of gold in his hand, he gasped in shock.

"Remember that I want the best, and the rest will be your reward, why don't you go soon?" Mo Chen saw that the guy was holding the gold and froze, and urged again.

"I'll go!" replied the man, and then he slipped the gold into his clothes, and ran briskly to the study across the street, feeling like he was flying with every step.

I don't know if a person flies or not, but his heart is really going to fly, and that piece of gold is enough for a hundred taels, a hundred taels of gold!

Not to mention the pen and ink, even if he buys the entire study, it won't be used up, and this hundred taels of gold is enough for him to spend a lifetime.

He has already decided, he won't do it tomorrow, he won't do anything, no, he has to leave tonight, go back to his hometown first to marry the green plum who is still waiting for him, and enjoy happiness from now on~

Mo Chen didn't think about the significance of the gold he gave to Wang Xiaoer, he only felt that he was stupid now, and he really wanted to punch himself.

Thinking of his own tossing these days, Mo Chen couldn't cry or laugh. How could I have thought of such an absurd method, and why didn't I think about the use of being a blank canvas?

Isn't that what paintings are for?

In fact, it's no wonder that Mochen is not to blame, since he fell into the desperate ice cave, everything that happened around him is so unusual, so he preconceived that the picture scroll must also have something unusual, and the most important point that should be thought of was forgotten by him in the corner.

It wasn't until today that I was woken up by an unintentional sentence from the inn guy.

After a cup of tea, Wang Xiaoer prepared the things, and then thanked Mo Chen excitedly, and trotted all the way to find the shopkeeper to ask for his resignation.

Mo Chen ignored his thanks, and at this time he just wanted to quickly test whether his guess was correct, and see if the key to the secret of the scroll was painting.

After trying it, Mochen was overjoyed, he was right, and sure enough.

The blank scroll is a treasure turned into a light spot after the ancient book was scattered, although it looks like an ordinary picture scroll on the outside, but in fact the picture scroll is really miraculous.

The first miracle is that no matter how the ink is smeared on the surface of the scroll, it doesn't matter if it is all blackened, because all the ink color will fade within a few breaths after the pen is lifted, and it is the same as before the pen is written.

The second miracle is even more magical, the seemingly simple and ordinary scroll is not unusual in the studio where it is lost, but the painting center on it is extraordinary.

Mochen found that whenever he put pen to paper, the paper in the center of the scroll could be torn off at will.

No matter how many sheets of ink dust are torn off, the thickness of the paper will not be reduced by a fraction, as if it will grow again immediately after tearing it off.

And the torn paper doesn't disappear, and even the ink on it doesn't fade anymore.

What kind of concept is this? This is beyond the scope of martial arts supernatural powers and heavenly spirit treasures.

The so-called supernatural powers, that is also within the reach of manpower, even if it is a clever means to turn stones into gold in the legend, it also needs a stone, at most it can be called a sentence to turn waste into treasure. This method can be called miraculous in the eyes of mortals, but it is not impossible.

But the magic of the scroll lies in the fact that it can produce drawing paper out of thin air, and if you think about it carefully, this can be called a means of "creating something out of nothing".

Even if you have a martial arts path to the heavens and a vast supernatural power, you may be able to turn a useless waste stone into gold through various means, but you will never be able to turn the void that does not exist into a piece of gold.

This is no longer an area that is beyond the reach of human beings.