Su Mu never thought that the works of Confucian saints would be so sloppy, or rather...... It's unsightly.

The picture scroll is clearly marked with a picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix, but no matter how Su Mu looks at it, it looks like a chicken pecking rice.

The key thing is that there is also a Confucian seal printed in the blank space of the scroll, which is indeed a Confucian painting.

"I guess it's the work of the early hands."

Su Mu felt that he should have taken it wrong, so he put down this painting scroll and picked up another one.

Unfolded it again, and the four crooked characters of "Heaven rewards diligence" came into his eyes, just like earthworms crawling.

What a god rewards hard work......

Su Mu took a deep breath, still not believing in evil, and opened several pairs of calligraphy and paintings one after another, but not surprisingly, each one was ugly and had its own characteristics.

And judging from the time marked on the calligraphy and painting, these are the works of the Confucian saint after he became an adult, and they still seem to be proud works......

It was only at this time that Su Mu understood why Zhao Ming said that there were very few works of Confucian saints circulating on the market, because this kind of work was estimated to be really unavailable.

Don't say anything about Confucianism, even if it's a child or a showman, the handwriting is much better than this!

"Is this kind of calligraphy and painting really worth tens of thousands of spirit stones?"

"The person who bought it wouldn't be Confucianism himself."

Su Mu deeply doubted the authenticity of this matter, unless it was a Confucian sage's fart, who would buy such calligraphy and paintings.

After hesitating in his heart for a while, Su Mu still decided to try his luck, in case there was really a big grudge that he would buy it.

After rummaging through many calligraphy and paintings for a while, Su Mu found a pair of slightly written ones that were quite good-looking, and then prepared to go out.

But before going out, he went to find a mask to put on himself, and then changed his clothes.

After all, he still wants to be a face-saving person, and if he is recognized, it will be too embarrassing for the dignified son of a Confucian saint to earn spirit stones by selling his father's calligraphy and paintings.

This time, he sneaked out, didn't take Zhao Ming, and went to Suzaku Street alone.

Although there was nothing to do today, he didn't plan to go to the Bige Pavilion and the White Lotus Fairy to have a few drinks, but he just planned to give away the calligraphy and paintings in his hand.

Suzaku Street is the most prosperous street in Shengjing City, where there are all kinds of shops, restaurants, gambling houses, fat powder shops, etc., and naturally there are also antique shops and pawn shops.

Su Mu's target this time was a shop called Wanbao Pavilion on Suzaku Street.

I've heard Tao An mention this place once before, and Wanbao Pavilion is the largest place in Shengjing City that sells all kinds of treasures.

And he is not just one, he has opened many branches in the Yan country, and even in other countries.

Although the identity of the boss behind the scenes is quite mysterious, the strength of Wanbao Pavilion is beyond doubt, and all kinds of treasures have the strength to accept them, and the price is quite fair.

No matter how strange something you are, as long as it is a treasure, Wanbao Pavilion will not refuse to come.

Soon Su Mu arrived at Wanbao Pavilion.

Located in the heart of Suzaku Street, the shop is a four-story loft that is not very big, but it looks quite magnificent.

There are many guests who come and go, both people and ordinary people, and monks are not uncommon in it.

As soon as Su Mu walked into the hall, he was greeted by a reception staff wearing a cheongsam, white and beautiful.

"Hello guests, welcome to Wanbao Pavilion."

The maid bent down and saluted Su Mu, and the white flowers on her chest were simply dazzling.

Su Mu glanced at it, still calm in his heart.

It's too much worse than the White Lotus Fairy.

Seeing that Su Mu did not react, the maid straightened up again, her attitude became more dignified, and asked in a pleasant voice, "Guest, are you coming to my Treasure Pavilion to sell treasures or seek identification, or to buy treasures?" ”

Su Mu lifted the mask on his face, changed his voice and said, "Selling treasures, a pair of calligraphy and paintings, Confucian calligraphy and paintings." ”

Don't beat around the bush, just explain your intentions.

But Su Mu found that after he said this, the maid frowned, and her reaction was very calm, not as shocked as he imagined.

This made him feel a little uncertain.

"What's going on, isn't the calligraphy and painting of the Confucian saint worthless, or is it said that it will not be accepted?"

Su Mu originally thought that with the name of Confucianism, a pair of calligraphy and paintings could sell some spirit stones, but the other party's reaction was not quite right.

But fortunately, the maid did not say no, but smiled and said, "Good guest, please come with me and I will go upstairs and wait for a while, and I will go back and ask the treasure connoisseur to come over for identification." ”

Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and then followed the maid to the second floor.

The maid led him to a room and left.

Su Mu lifted the corner of the mask and looked at the decoration in this private room while drinking tea.

This Wanbao Pavilion is indeed magnificent, not only is the decoration luxurious, but even the fruit tea in this private room is also a spiritual tea and spiritual fruit containing aura.

All reveal how strong their financial resources are.

This made Su Mu can't help but have a thought, if he brings that soul condensing grass here to sell, I don't know if Wanbao Pavilion can eat it?

However, this thought was only fleeting, and even if Wanbao Pavilion could eat it, he was unwilling to sell it.

The Soul Condensation Grass is a sacred relic of the Demon Clan, and the three thousand years of Soul Condensation Grass are even rarer, according to the red-haired bird, there are no more than five in the hands of the Demon Emperor.

It's a pity that this kind of treasure is exchanged for spirit stones.

The most important thing is that he doesn't know if he will be able to use it in the future, such as when he is promoted to the third grade.

Although it is said that the Soul Condensing Grass is more useful to the big demon, his cultivation method is similar to that of the demon, who knows if he will be promoted to the Tribulation in the future, will he also be split his soul like the demon?

For the sake of insurance, it is better to keep the Soul Condensing Grass, after all, he has one in his hand.

Anyway, after a while, as long as the bicycle project is laid, there is no need to worry about the problem of the spirit stone.

While Su Mu was thinking wildly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the private room, and he immediately retracted his thoughts and put on his mask.

Unleashing his divine sense, Su Mu saw the maid leading an old man with a somewhat messy beard towards the private room.

The old man kept complaining as he walked: "Don't look for me for this kind of thing, what kind of Confucian calligraphy and painting, there is no such thing at all!" ”

"There is only one calligraphy and painting that Confucian sage has outside, and now it is collected in the palace, where are the others?"

"You can also accept this kind of person who looks like a liar, even if you are for the sake of performance, you can't do it, and we don't accept fakes in the cabinet."

The maid's face was full of helplessness, and she said, "If a guest wants to sell treasures, I can't turn him away, right?" ”

"Old Huang, just take a look at it later, but have a better attitude, you understand the rules in the pavilion."

When it came to the rules, the old man known as Huang Lao had no choice but to suppress his dissatisfaction, but he still had a stinky face.

When the maid saw this, she led him into the private room.