Hearing Lin Xi's words, the skinny Dan Stage monk was shocked in his heart, but in the end, he couldn't restrain that greed, and cautiously walked to the table and picked up the Divine Sword Heavenly Descending Diagram. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as he started his hand, the thin monk suddenly felt that his hands were pricked by needles, and he only felt that the sword of the divine sword in the painting was very sharp, although it was just a painting, he had a feeling that he was about to be pierced by thousands of sword qi.

Just about to take the painting away, the thin monk was horrified to find that the sword in the painting seemed to move, the original tip of the sword pointed to the ground, but at this moment it was unconsciously pointed at himself, the tip of the sword that seemed to be able to pierce even space, I don't know when it flickered a trace of purple-gold cold light, maybe the next moment, it would break the painting and pierce his head.

"Ahh

The thin monk's hands trembled, and the painting in his hand fell on the table again, and when he came back to his senses after a few big breaths, he felt a tingling pain all over his body, and when he looked down, he suddenly showed a shocked expression, and at this time his body was covered with tiny cracks, and wisps of blood came out of the cracks, and the blood had stained half of his robe.

"It's good to put it down in time, otherwise that sharp sword qi will probably have already divided me by now!"

"Master, the artistic conception of your painting is so profound that I really can't take it away, do you have any calligraphy and paintings here that I can take?" asked Brother Hu cautiously.

Lin Xi pointed to a few randomly placed calligraphy and paintings on the wooden shelf in the corner of the wall, drank the wine in his mouth and said a little vaguely: "Go and choose one yourself!"

The thin monk hurriedly trotted over as if he had been pardoned, and made a joyful choice, but after a while, his face fell, and in these scrolls, the paintings were either landscapes or flowers and plants, and there was no trace of the majesty of the magic weapon at all.

Although he felt that it was of little use to himself, the thin monk was afraid that if he did not choose one, he would offend the mysterious senior master, so he took a scroll with flowers and plants in his hand, and asked respectfully: "Master, I have chosen it, I don't know how much this painting is worth?"

"One hundred taels of gold, you can take it away!" Lin Xi nodded indifferently while drinking his drink. 、

Da Niu's eyelids jumped wildly when he heard it, although judging from the reaction of the thin man before, his painting of Uncle Lin should be very valuable, but the opening is a hundred taels of gold, which is too dark, it seems to be even darker than his Uncle Wang!

However, the thin monk secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took out a few gold ingots from his arms, and respectfully hugged his fists, "Then master, you are busy first, I still have some things to do and leave first!"

Seeing that Lin Xi nodded in agreement, the man didn't dare to delay at the moment, and hurriedly walked out of the door of the tavern with the scroll, for fear that Lin Xi would not let him go.

"I said, Uncle Lin, your offer is too high, isn't it? How dare anyone buy your paintings in the future?" Da Niu complained with envy and helplessness.

"Okay, Da Niu, you don't have to do this kind of thing to attract customers in the future, I paint just for entertainment, not to make a living, if there are customers looking for you in the future, just bring them all to your Uncle Wang!" Lin Xi instructed with a light smile.

Besides, the thin little monk with a scroll in his arms, in a hurry to leave the tavern, walked a little fast, and within a few steps, he crashed headlong into the bookstore opposite.

Looking up at the situation in the bookstore, I found that there was no one else in the bookstore except for a woman who was looking down to read a book, maybe I heard someone coming in, the woman who was looking down at the book slowly raised her head, smiled lightly and asked, "Do you have any books to buy?"

Originally, he didn't care about this woman, but when the woman raised her head, the thin monk was stunned, he really couldn't believe that there was such a bright and moving woman in such a small place in the west.

"Girl is the owner of this shop?" the thin monk straightened up, trying to look as energetic as he could, but the red blood stain on his body made him embarrassed.

"Yes, the guest looks injured, so let's go to the infirmary for treatment!" the woman admonished.

"It's okay, it's not worth mentioning at all, but girl, wouldn't it be a pity to stay in such a small place in the middle of nowhere, I wonder if the girl ever married?"

"If you don't have any books to buy, please leave, don't delay my business!" the woman's face showed displeasure.

"Hey, what kind of business are you doing, how much money can you make a year by staying here?" No, you see, this is a hundred taels of gold, as long as you are willing to go with me, all this money will be yours, what do you think?"

When the woman heard this, her face turned completely cold, and she looked at the thin man in front of her with an expression, and the man who looked straight at her was furious, so she said without a trace of emotion: "Do you know what the person who dared to talk to me like this last time has become now?"

The thin monk panicked when he heard this, and almost spit out and asked, "What has become", but after seeing the woman's indifferent eyes, he forcibly swallowed the words in his mouth, and scolded himself in his heart for being really stunned, knowing that there are hermit masters hidden on this street, but he still wants to provoke such a bookstore owner who doesn't look like an ordinary person, too, who would open a bookstore here?

"Girl, don't blame, I'll leave now, I'll leave!"

Regardless of whether the other party agreed or not, the monk ran out of the door of the bookstore in a few steps, and disappeared at the end of the street in a blink of an eye.

"Brother Lin, the method you taught me really worked, and the lewd man was also scared away!" the woman said with a smile covering her mouth, looking at Lin Xi with an indifferent expression, with a hint of admiration on her face.

Since Wang Lin's wood carving became famous, there will be some monks coming every year, although most of the monks will leave directly after buying the wood carving, but there are still a small number of monks will stroll around the other shops on this street, this is not the first batch of monks who want to hit the idea of women, after a woman complained to Lin Xi that many outsiders have beaten her idea recently, Lin Xi taught her such a method.

Don't give them a good face, cold face, it's better to be expressionless, if they don't leave, then ask them if they want to know what happened to the people who made their minds before!

Sure enough, this method has been tried and tested repeatedly, for monks who cherish life very much, few are willing to joke about their lives for the sake of women, for the high-ranking monks, what kind of beauty do you want? Why risk falling to provoke a bookstore owner who is suspected of being a hermit master, even if this boss is a stunning beauty!