Seeing the man leave, Zhuo Yifan carefully put the painting aside very indifferently. He had expected this kind of thing for a long time, and there was nothing unpleasant about it, after all, the true value of these paintings would never be visible to people who did not have a little cultivation skills.

Such a high-profile sale of paintings is not his deliberate hype. In addition to making money, in fact, Zhuo Yifan's real purpose is just to feel what it feels like to be a mortal and deal with a high-ranking monk. This is very helpful for understanding the Tao.

Most of the vendors in the market sell antiques and decorations, and there are few painting stalls, but Zhuo Yifan's small stall has attracted a lot of people. However, to Zhuo Yifan's disappointment, he set up a stall here for three consecutive nights, and the Bole he hoped for still did not appear. Although there are many onlookers, most of them come to see the paintings, ask about the paintings, and even take these sky-high paintings as a joke after dinner.

"It's just a few pieces of torn paper, and it's all over the hut. You're crazy about money, aren't you?"

"Hehe, a few broken paintings are sold for so much, don't you just paint a few beauties, and they won't move. It's better to spend a hundred taels of gold and go to Xingchun Tower to pick up a hundred girls to serve. ”

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Listening to people's discussions, Zhuo Yifan was moody, and stood lonely by the stall to endure insults while waiting for the real Bole to appear.

"Old Liu, don't look at it. This painting seller is a madman at all, and the cheapest pair costs a hundred taels of gold. "Late at night on the third day, when Zhuo Yifan was about to close the stall, there was an elderly man in front of his stall. This person looks like an old pedant, and he exudes a strong bookish atmosphere.

And behind him was a young man who was bowing down, chirping and chirping. Zhuo Yifan has had a few eye encounters. It's not just in this city. I bumped into it several times in Longkong Xuan. Every time the other party enters the Dragon Sky Pavilion. They are all fixed in a private room.

There is only one premium private room in Dragon Sky Residences, and there is a minimum spending limit. Those who enter are either rich or expensive, and nine times out of ten they are members of the royal family, and they will definitely not be able to afford to be ordinary people.

"Watching the painting is silent, didn't your teacher teach you?" Although he guessed the identity of the other party, Zhuo Yifan still did not shy away from it and said bluntly.

After saying this, Zhuo Yifan smiled slightly under the hat. If he guessed correctly, this Liu Lao would probably be the young man's teacher. His words hit the nail on the head, and he scolded both of them without a single dirty word.

The young man is used to being arrogant on weekdays, where can he stand this anger, and he was just about to get angry, but Liu Lao is face was straight, and he looked at him with anger: "Don't retreat, do you want to disgrace your teacher?"

"Yes. The young man's face turned red and he retreated stupidly.

"Your Excellency, don't care, young people are by nature. I'm used to being impatient. Seeing the young man push away, a smile almost immediately appeared on Liu Lao's face. Pointing to the three piles of paintings on the stall, he asked, "I don't know what your Excellency's purpose is to classify them like this?"

Zhuo Yifan nodded, pointed to the first pile of paintings, and said patiently: "This category, painting all kinds of situations in the world, is also the cheapest category, one hundred taels of gold per painting." Then he pointed to the second category and said, "This one, drawing beasts and birds of prey, is of a medium price, five hundred taels of gold each." The last category, painted with demons and monsters, is also the most expensive, with a thousand taels of gold each. ”

"Oh, demons, monsters, old man, come and open your eyes. The old man listened to the introduction, and took a keen interest in the last category. He opened it cautiously, only to feel that there was a sudden light in front of him, which made him extremely surprised, and he only felt that the monster in this painting was like a living thing, straight into his eyes.

"Old Liu?" the young man hurriedly exclaimed.

Seeing the old man suddenly stunned, the young man was also amazed, could it be that there was really something mysterious in this painting? He had never seen his teacher with such an expression and such eyes.

The old man quickly came back to his senses and began to ponder carefully. The second time I looked at it, it was not as shocking as the first time, but it was still amazing, but I saw that every part of the monster in this painting was extremely clear, and it jumped on the paper. What's even more shocking is that when you hold it in your hand, you seem to be able to feel its breathing pulse. Shocked the old man when he was looking at the painting, his hands kept shaking.

"This painting is amazing, it is so lifelike and vivid!" the old man suppressed his surprise and sighed in his heart.

The monster in this painting looks like a snake but not a snake, like a dragon and not a dragon, with hooked claws on its slender body like a sword, and its scales and armor are so thick that it is almost impossible to find a flaw. The old man squinted for a long time, and finally pointed to the head of this monster and asked, "Dare to ask the master, why does this monster have no eyes?"

Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan shook his head slightly, smiled and did not answer.

The old man was a little embarrassed, he naturally knew that he had ulterior motives for not drawing his eyes, and the other party refused to say that he was not good at forcing it. I can only figure out the intention alone, but unfortunately I can't understand it in the end, so I have to sigh.

"Huh, I really don't have eyes, I can't have forgotten to draw, right?"

At this time, an attendant stepped forward and laughed untimely, and was immediately beaten by the noble-dressed young man with a hard punch and taught him a lesson.

The noble young man was shocked in his heart, his teacher was the emperor of a country, what the world had never seen? He was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the knowledge he learned was even more extensive in the past and the present, and there was no one before or after him, and only others had to ask him for advice. How have you ever asked someone for advice in a low voice? And even called the other party a "master"!

is just a simple title, and the boy has to re-examine this painting seller. Looking at what he was wearing, wearing a hat and a black robe, could it be some kind of hermit master in the deep mountains and old forests?

The noble boy found that this painter was full of mysteries, and he also came forward to look at the rest of the paintings, from the various states of the world, to birds and beasts of prey, and finally to the last kind of demons and monsters, each painting was carefully savored, and many strange things could be found. Despite the impermanence of the painting style, there is only one impression - that is, real!

Compared with the surprise of the young man and the old man, the guards in the rear and the people who gathered around the stalls to join in the fun were already dumbfounded, only to feel that these two people were stunned, and they were amazed by the painting.

Listening to the endless praise, many people sneered here, what's the use of just admiring, a thousand taels of gold, you have the ability to buy it!

As a result, before he finished slandering, he heard the old man point to the picture of the snake monster that he had been studying for half an hour, and said, "This painting, the old man wants it." ”

Under the stunned gaze of countless people, Zhuo Yifan nodded, and was about to put the painting away and frame it, when the old man suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "This master, can you add the eyes of this monster for the old man?"

Hearing this, countless people around him came back to their senses and went crazy! They said anxiously in their hearts: You should add it quickly! A thousand taels of gold! Money that you can't earn in a few lifetimes!

But which, after hearing this, the mysterious painter's movements stopped, and a sigh came from under the hat: "Old man, I'm sorry...... I'm afraid I won't be able to sell this painting. ”

Without waiting for the old man to ask, a person next to him couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

"Prices have changed. Under the hat, the voice was still low.

Looking at this monster picture, the old man was ruthless in his heart and said, "How much do you want to add?"

"It's very expensive, a total of 20,000 taels of gold. Under the hat, Zhuo Yifan smiled casually.

At this time, Mo said that it was the people around him, that is, the old man and the young man who planned to buy this painting for 1,000 taels of gold were obviously taken aback.

For this kind of unscrupulous price increase, many people around me only think that this person is crazy about money, so it causes intermittent short circuits in the brain.

This is absolutely naked blackmail!

How can there be such a madman in the world who loses money? (To be continued......)