"Dare to blackmail in public, do you know who he is?" Several attendants behind him were all furious, in their opinion, this painting seller was a madman, and his death was not far away. What kind of crime is it to blackmail the second prince and the imperial prince today? Just think about it.

And they also suspected that this was not only a madman, but also a fool, because judging from their dress and posture, even the most stupid people should know that they were either rich or expensive, and they could not be provoked lightly.

This person dares to blackmail like this, and he also speaks such righteous words, if he is not crazy and stupid, then the thickness of his skin is really unprecedented and unprecedented!

Seeing those attendants leaning up, the voice under the hat suddenly became a little colder: "What, you still want to do it?"

Do you know who you have offended!

A large man armed with a golden knife stepped forward, his eyes wide with rage. Seems to be the leader of this group of guards. His hand had already been raised, and he was about to give the order to smash the stall, but before he could shout, his head was slashed by the noble young man: "Let you stand down, don't you understand people's words?"

"Two Emperors...... Less, be careful of being deceived, this person has ...... intentions" The short-eyed guard still wanted to remind a few words, but unfortunately only half of the words were spoken, and the remaining half was swallowed back by the fierce eyes of his own young master.

Seeing that this group of people retreated, the noble young man hurriedly bowed and said, "Let the master be frightened." These people have always been rude, and when they go back, they will definitely be trained well. ”

"Hmph, my paintings are only sold to people who are destined. One eye is 10,000 taels of gold, and the two are a total of 20,000 taels. If not. I can sell it to you for a thousand taels. A cold snort came from under the hat: "Do you buy it or not?" If you don't buy it. Don't delay my efforts. At this time, it stands to reason that the old man has already closed the stall and gone home to rest. ”

"Buy, buy, buy, naturally want to buy!" The old man surnamed Liu said: "It's just that the little old man is shy in his pocket today, and 20,000 taels of gold is really not a small amount, can the master help the old man first put his eyes on it, leave the address, and the old man will send someone to send the money over?"

"The old man is tired, why don't the old man go back and light his eyes, this time tomorrow. Trade again?" After speaking, he put away the painting without saying a word, and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, the old man grabbed him, turned behind him and shouted, "Don't take the money yet!" He suddenly felt that if he missed this opportunity today, he would never see this master again in the future.

In fact, the old man's feelings are not fake. In fact, Zhuo Yifan is planning to change places to sell paintings. But the old man grabbed him now, which made Zhuo Yifan feel a little interesting. He stopped and handed the painting back to the old man.

Meanwhile. A huge golden ticket of 1,000 taels was also presented.

Everyone saw that the seller of the painting took the golden ticket directly, and he didn't even check the authenticity, and put it directly into his arms. Then he hurriedly left with a trolley.

The old man got the painting as he wished, looked at the latter's back, and suddenly said: "Old decay Liu Changqing, I don't know the name of the master? The old man must have brought enough money. ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan had a brilliant plan in his heart. As he continued to walk forward, he said, "These paintings are not made by the old man, but just the old man's clumsy work. ”

"Please leave the name of the order!" a voice came from behind.

Zhuo Yifan's footsteps froze suddenly, and he said slowly: "Long Kongxuan, Lin Fan." ”

Then Zhuo Yifan followed the hat to cover up and strode away, leaving Liu Changqing and the second prince Beitang Huan who were thinking about it.

"Have you thought of anyone?" Liu Changqing looked at Beitang Huan and asked. He lives in the deep palace for a long time on weekdays, and he rarely goes to this kind of wine and meat place, and even this trip out of the palace is just to bring Beitang Huan back on the order of the lord of the country, and he really can't think of anyone.

Long Kong Xuan, Lin Fan? Beitang Huan stood in place and thought for a long time, he was a frequent visitor to Long Kong Xuan, and he knew all the high-level nobles inside, but he was stunned that he had never heard of a person named Lin Fan, could it be that he was a newcomer?

......

It was already midnight when he came back from Fang Shi, Zhuo Yifan returned to the workshop with the painting bucket, put away the paintings one by one, and after a simple wash, he fell asleep with his head back. This time, he gained a lot, not only harvested the 1,000 taels, but also solved the future expenses. What's more, he has already encircled two members of the royal family.

This is not what he did deliberately, it was all for his own good disciples.

In fact, earlier he had received news from Long Kongxuan, saying that Concubine Zhonghua in the palace had given birth to a prince, and the lord of the country, Beitang Xian Longxin Dayue, planned to elect a three-day auspicious day this month, amnesty to the world, and celebrate the whole world.

And this prince is Zhuo Yifan's good apprentice, the reincarnation of Lin Fan.

Before dawn, Zhuo Yifan woke up early. I don't know if it's because of Lin Fan's reincarnation and fate, he hasn't been able to sleep these days.

While it was still early, he began to tidy up the workshop.

The empty workshop was filled with paintings. Zhuo Yifan swept around, and after putting away the paintings of his parents and relatives, he put all the paintings he and his paintings into the painting bucket, and planned to take them to the fire room to burn.

For these paintings of his own, except for those of his parents and relatives, the rest are sold or burned, Zhuo Yifan doesn't care at all. Because these things are just tools he uses to comprehend the Tao, they may be worth a thousand gold in the eyes of others, but in his eyes, they are useless and worthless.

It was still early, and after processing the extra paintings, Zhuo Yifan received breakfast and started work in the fire room.

Zhuo Yifan added a bundle of firewood, and his eyes looked at the flames erupting from the fire mouth with a little distraction.

At this moment, all thoughts stopped, and a kind of tranquility was in the heart.

Before he knew it, he had become accustomed to the heat and loneliness here. This hot and unbearable environment made him feel extremely relieved. It's like a funnel that filters out all the impurities in the body and mind.

"My Word...... My heart ......" The middle of his eyes was imprinted with the heat of the fire, Zhuo Yifan slowly turned his head and looked at the painting bucket at his feet, and there was still the last painting in the barrel at this moment. It was the old woodcutter who gave him his copy of the "Reed Galaxy Map".

Zhuo Yifan stared at the bucket for a long time, his gaze flashing with depth, and then quietly dissipated little by little. The evil aura that had accumulated in his body a month ago because of the murder had completely disappeared. At this moment, Zhuo Yifan has become an ordinary person, with no spiritual power, no spiritual science, no spiritual power, no soul art, no flying, and even the most basic vomiting has been completely forgotten.

"Let my word melt into this fire. ”

Finally, he smiled lightly, firmly grasped the last painting in the barrel with the tongs, and resolutely sent it into the fire, watching it turn to ashes little by little...... (To be continued......)