"Hahahaha, this kid is right, these things on me are all treasures!"

Baochai no longer shirked, and said respectfully, "Thank you, Mrs. Ma."

"Old Madam Ma, where is your sister, why didn't she come with you?"

Liu Xianglian was very grateful to Mrs. Ma in her heart, without her, she would not have been able to save Baochai in the first place, and she would not have been able to enter the city later.

On this day, he especially wants to thank the old lady.

"Go back to Jinling! I beat the autumn breeze from here, and buried the capital for a while, and left. I don't know if there's a chance to see you next time."

"Definitely! Sister Lin, come on, I've seen Mrs. Ma!"

There were not many opportunities to pick up wool, so Liu Xianglian hurriedly pulled Daiyu not far away: "Sister Lin, this is the old lady Ma, and her status is extremely noble."

"Daiyu has seen Grandma Ma!"

"Whoa!"

Mrs. Ma smiled from ear to ear: "You stinky boy, there are a lot of sisters and sisters, if I have such a granddaughter, I can wake up laughing when I die."

"Grandma Ma, isn't that a ghost story?"

"Hahaha, Grandma Ma doesn't have anything else, this piece of jade is for you, if you encounter anything in the future, you can find a person named Zong Yuanchun, and he can do it for you!"

Old Madam Ma took off a piece of half-dragon jade pendant from herself, and when she saw the texture of this texture, she knew that it was extraordinary.

"Grandma Ma, how can I ask for your things when we meet for the first time, take it back quickly!"

Lin Daiyu disliked that this jade was too broken, and Mrs. Ma smiled: "Okay, when you want it in the future, I'll give it to you, where to find me, this kid knows."

Zong Yuanchun!?

Liu Xianglian had never heard of this person.

But the emperor's nurse said that he was very good, and he must be very human.

At this time, Baochai and Daiyu amused Mrs. Ma so much, and Liu Xianglian's mind moved.

"Sister Bao, Sister Lin, Mrs. Ma is here, you can walk around with you, and leave the rest to the people below. You don't have to worry about me."

Baochai and Liu Xianglian can also be regarded as a pair with a heart.

From Liu Xianglian's attitude, she felt that this Mrs. Ma was probably not small, so she nodded and said, "Cousin, you go and do your job, Sister Lin and I must take care of Grandma Ma."

Baochai and Daiyu supported Mrs. Ma and pushed her entourage aside.

When the time is ripe, Liu Xianglian doesn't want to wait.

Like a spiritual swallow, flying on a high platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you must have heard that there is an authentic painting of Saint Zhang Shengqian to be auctioned here today."

Liu Xianglian's voice was not loud, but everyone in the Fangcao Garden could hear it, even if it was noisy and noisy, it couldn't cover up Liu Xianglian's Qingyue's voice.

At this time, only a small number of literate people have some interest, but the interest is not great, after all, the legend of the painting of the saint Zhang Seng Miao handed down very little, most of the works have been destroyed in the long river of history.

At present, only some ancient temples and famous temples can be preserved.

"I'm sure many people don't know what Zhang Seng Miao does, and what is special about his paintings, so please listen to the boy's story.

There is a story that a long time ago, there was a great painter who did not draw eyes every time he painted a person, a bird or a dragon, but when he met people, he said that his paintings were unparalleled in the world.

I don't know how this matter reached the ears of the emperor at that time, and the emperor asked him to draw a dragon on the pillars of the palace.

This time, he still didn't paint his eyes, and the emperor was furious,

Punish him for his great sins!

There was no way, he painted the eyes of the green dragon, and the green dragon rose from the pillar, and the entire palace turned into rubble, and the painter also flew into an immortal on the green dragon.

That's the finishing touch!

The protagonist of the story is Zhang Sengqiu, and the painting in my hand is the Nine Dragons flying picture of the Holy Zhang Sengqiu!"

It's not that Liu Xianglian's egg hurts, I have to explain that the illiteracy rate at this time is still very high, consider

Outside of those rich people, the rich people, he had to give them a science popularization, so that they could sell it at a good price when the time came.

All along, he didn't have much money, and it can be said that most of it was soft rice......

Therefore, it is very necessary to get a start-up capital.

Zhang Sengqiu, few people have heard of it,

However, there are many people who have heard of the allusion of the finishing touch.

"You're really that good at it? I'll pay a thousand taels, sell it to me! When you go home and hang it on the wall, you can show it off."

A rich man shyly laughed.

He has little culture, but he loves vassal elegance the most.

"Thank you for your kindness, but listen to me first."

Liu Xianglian climbed to the top of the platform, greeted the attention of the surrounding people, and said loudly: "If my painting is fake, then one thousand taels is too much, and if my painting is real, then one thousand taels is too little!" So, for the sake of fairness, the big guy still looks at the authenticity of the painting before deciding what price to offer.

And there are words in advance, this kind of treasure boy Kenjiang takes it out for auction, and it also has its own selfishness!

That is, no matter who buys this painting today, he must put the finishing touch on it first, otherwise he will not be blind!

I want to see if the legendary story is true, and whether the painting of the saint Zhang Seng is really so magical!

No one has to worry about not being able to read and not be aesthetic!

Because I believe that true treasures can bring everyone a shock from the soul!"

Swish-----!

The picture scroll in Liu Xianglian's hand slowly unfolded, and one after another fierce and hideous eyeless green dragons were entrenched together, different from the story about circling the pillar, but wrapped around an antique gate together!

The breath of savage strikes at everyone's heart!

"Impossible! How is that possible!?"

Shui Zheng looked at the painting in shock, and he was terrified!

The cultivation of the magic skill shrank in a corner at this time, trembling!

At this point, Shui Zheng felt as fragile as an ordinary person!

It seems that the magic skill was only born because of him, not his!

"Xia Zhong!"

"The old slave is here!"

"Tonight, I'm going to hear the news of the destruction of the painting."

"This ...... Master Shui, this is a treasure!"

"Don't you feel anything is wrong?"

Shui Zheng looked at Xia Zhong suspiciously.

"Old slave...... The old slave chrysanthemum is a little itchy, ...... I don't know if it counts."

"Get out!"

Shui Zheng kicked Xia Zhong lightly and heavily, and fell into deep thought: It seems that this thing has a reaction to itself, just because it has cultivated magic skills!

That...... Isn't it equivalent to a switch that can suppress one's own magic skills?

Shui Zheng was overjoyed, he was about to go crazy because of the side effects of this magic skill, and at this time he was overjoyed to have a solution.

"Yes, it's a treasure, take a picture! No, no, no...... No, you go to Dai Quan and mobilize all the Golden Dragon Guards that can be mobilized, and we must take this heavy treasure today!"

"The old slave obeys."

Shui Zheng stared at the painting in Liu Xianglian's hand with burning eyes, and fell into ecstasy.

As soon as the treasure painting came out, both the peddlers and pawns and the princes and ministers were all admired.

"True, true! The old man seems to have really seen the divine beast Qinglong, and he feels refreshed and full of energy!"

"Yes! This...... Is this a treasure painting? It's a pity that I don't have any money, otherwise even if I go bankrupt, I will definitely take this painting down!"

The peasants who sold crickets could only watch with hot eyes, and everyone felt the sacred aura.

The poor often have some bad luck and mildew, and all of them benefit a lot at this time.

"You can hear clearly, I'm selling the finishing touches, and now I can bid."

As soon as Liu Xianglian's voice fell, a middle-aged man in high spirits stood up and spoke loudly

He said, "Hou Sheng, this is a treasure painting, you must not scribble on it, this is defiling the sacred! I'm willing to give everything I have to buy this painting, and I hope to give it away!"

"This is Zheng Qiao, the most famous painter in the capital."

"I've heard that a thousand paintings are true, and he must be sure that they are true."

Whispering in the crowd, Liu Xianglian smiled slightly: "If Zheng Gong is not satisfied with his behavior, he can leave now!" The finishing touch, but a long-cherished wish for the next dozen generations, can never be changed!"

"Loser, loser! Poof......"

Zheng Qiao is probably a person who really loves painting, and when he heard that Liu Xianglian was not ready to compromise, he was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Liu Xianglian was a little unbearable, he remembered Zheng Qiao's appearance, and he would personally apologize after the incident, but now, it is imperative to put the finishing touch.

Because only in this way can the Nine Dragons Trapped Heaven Great Array succeed.

"Hahahaha, Zheng Qiao, you also have today! Don't think you're a moral kidnapper because you're a painter! If the painting is in the hands of this son, it naturally belongs to this son, and he can do whatever he wants! This son, I will pay 10,000 taels, whether you like to paint your eyes or your feet, I will agree!"

It was a round outsider who spoke, and it seemed that he had something to do with Zheng Qiao.

"Gong Zheng, please forgive the family's last wishes!"

"Family wishes? What family will be more valuable than a painting treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years? Shaft, shaft! I don't want to be with you."

Zheng Qiao said goodbye and brushed his sleeves away.

"Ten thousand taels! Is there any price increase!?"

"Twenty thousand!"

"I'll give 100,000!"

The price is water-soluble.

"This kind of treasure painting, Xiao Wang as the host throws bricks and leads jade. This kind of treasure is definitely not something that can be tarnished by mortal ink, so Xiao Wang thinks that if this son wants to put his eyes on it, I'm afraid he won't be able to do it. If you can't click on it, what will you do with this painting?"

Liu Xianglian didn't expect that the water dissolution auxiliary would have such skills.

This directly raises the price to another stage...

"If you really can't put the finishing touch, then it's also providential, and the one who will give the highest bidder in the original painting."

Everyone thought about it, what pot with what lid.

People who have a lot of contact with information know that there are still some people in this world called grandmasters, and their weapons and ink treasures have their own will, and it is completely impossible for ordinary people to destroy them, and they may even be killed by them!

The true work that has been tarnished and the true work that cannot be tarnished are completely two different concepts.

There is no doubt that before E-Yo really puts the finishing touch, this is a Schrödinger painting, and its value is geometric, and it is really difficult to define.

But there is no doubt that those gamblers who are measured in tens of thousands have been kicked out.

"120,000 taels!"

Liu Xianglian followed the prestige and was startled, how did she find it!