Without exception, these paintings are all mutilated, with an upper part and no lower half, a left half and no right half.

It can be said that none of the old shopkeepers can be used.

"Hehe, these are all good things. No matter how incomplete it is, it is also a painting. As long as you put your mind to it, you can still understand a martial art. Everyone here knows that half a year ago, a senior brother Huang of your Tieguan Sect also bought a scroll of scripture paintings from here and realized a unique knowledge. ”

The old shopkeeper smiled, his eyes flashing with cunning.

He really didn't panic, half a year ago, there was indeed a disciple of the Iron Crown Sect who had realized his mastery because he bought a scroll of scripture paintings from him.

However, he first learned a martial art, and then stumbled upon a scroll of scripture paintings, which could complete his incomplete fist intent. It's just these, obviously there is no need to say it to Yang Ji.

Yang Ji was silent, the shopkeeper was obviously sitting on the ground and raising the price, and he was talking about the price for a while.

One by one, Yang Ji slowly flipped through it, and gradually frowned. The level of these scriptures and paintings is not high, only the realm of martial arts, and it is even much worse than Zuo Guangdou's "fast sword".

Even when this kind of sutra painting is intact, it is not of much value, let alone incomplete now.

However, Yang Ji didn't care. That wasn't his goal. What he needs to find is that the "small stone" in the center of his eyebrows will suddenly produce a strong vibration.

"Found it. ”

Fingers turned to the fifth, which was also the last painting, Yang Ji's palm stopped, and the familiar sense of vibration came again, faintly, Yang Ji felt a trace of hair-like spiritual power being sucked in.

"What the hell is going on?"

Yang Ji was puzzled in his heart. What appeared in front of me was just a very ordinary picture scroll, only the top half of the scroll remained. What is revealed is an ordinary landscape painting, which doesn't even look like martial arts.

"How do you sell these paintings?"

Yang Ji's palm loosened, raised his head, and said quietly.

"Hehe, you also know the way. Martial arts scriptures and paintings are very precious. But for the sake of you, you are a disciple of the Iron Crown Sect, so I will sell these scriptures to you cheaper. - Six strong pills and 100,000 taels of silver. You can pick any of them. ”

The old shopkeeper squinted his eyes and smiled, and the depths of his eyes flashed like a fox.

"Hmph, shouldn't you be talking about the Iron Crown Sect's Zhen Sect martial arts?"

Yang Ji sneered.

The old shopkeeper smiled and looked embarrassed.

"Where, the price is really fair. Or, I'll have less. Five strong pills, plus 300,000 taels of silver, what do you think?"

"You're kidding. You take that price and go outside and shout. There will definitely be a lot of people coming to your door. And it's also a complete scripture painting. 100,000 taels of silver, this is my maximum limit. ”

Yang Ji said without hesitation.

"Impossible!"

The old shopkeeper exclaimed: "This is a martial arts scripture painting!"

"It's up to you whether you sell it or not, if it's really that good. You're still here?"

Yang Ji clenched tightly.

"No matter how bad it is, it's also a scripture painting. Your Senior Brother Huang has also made great progress in martial arts because of this. You go out and ask, this matter will definitely not be faked. ”

The old shopkeeper gritted his teeth and tried to raise the price: "Two strong pills, 50,000 taels of silver." That's my floor. ”

"Is that Senior Brother Huang a great martial arts advancement, is it related to your scriptures and paintings? I don't know the way, and I don't know the way. However, I know that the broken and incomplete scriptures and paintings have no cultivation value at all, and the result of forced cultivation is that the meridians are completely destroyed, and —— go mad except for me. No one will buy any of your paintings. ”

Yang Ji said in a deep voice.

The old shopkeeper looked at Yang Ji, his eyes were uncertain, and slowly, he finally fell silent. The kid in front of him is obviously not easy to fool, and there is a great danger in forcibly cultivating the incomplete scriptures. It's not that it can't succeed, but there is a ninety percent chance of going crazy.

And most importantly, the grade of these scriptures is really too low.

“...... However, your bid is really too low. ”

The old shopkeeper is the most reluctant.

"130,000 taels of silver, not a single one. I don't have any silver, but I have a strong pill. ”

Yang Ji took out the "Mighty Pill" contained in the red sandalwood box.

The corners of the old shopkeeper's mouth finally showed a smile.

"Deal!"

The old shopkeeper said.

He didn't care about 130,000 taels of silver, and with the power behind him, he didn't care about this money at all. "A strong pill" is the reason why he agreed to the deal.

That's a fair price. And although the scriptures and paintings are precious, they are really useless in his hands.

"Deal!"

Yang Ji also laughed happily.

Both men were satisfied with the deal. Although Yang Ji hasn't seen anything special about this mutilated scripture painting, even if it is a volume of waste, just because it can cause his eyebrows to beat, Yang Ji will buy it.

Rolling up this scripture painting and putting it in his sleeve, Yang Ji quickly left the shop.

The streets are full of people, and it is obviously not a good place to inspect the scriptures and paintings. Yang Ji cleaned up his mood, blended into the flow of people, and continued to move forward.

"Senior brother, please stay. ”

Yang Ji didn't walk out much, and suddenly a young man in green clothes and iron crown came over in the crowd.

"Huh?"

Yang Ji raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. He didn't know many people in the sect, and he didn't have any impression of the man in front of him.

"Senior brother, excuse me. That's right, we just took a mission, which is to go down the mountain to hunt down a few demon disciples, but ......"

"Are you too few people?"

Yang Ji Liming understood what they meant.

"Hmm. I see that my senior brother has an extraordinary bearing, and I wonder if he can join us in the action. We can divide a part of the reward of the task to the senior brother. ”

The young man in green clothes and iron crown said uneasy.

Yang Ji's cultivation was obviously higher than theirs, and he wasn't sure if Yang Ji would agree.

Yang Ji knew in his heart that these people should be people who were not strong and had no background. In a place like a small town, where things are expensive, it is obviously the only way to do sectarian missions together, or to take on some wanted missions from the imperial court.

Yang Ji was silent.

"Unfortunately, I can't join them right now. ”

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart.

He wanted to help them. And participating in their system should also be a very novel experience. However, he has not been up the mountain for two months, and this time is really not very suitable.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't have the time. ”

Yang Ji said apologetically.

"That's right. ”

The young man in Tsing Yi and the iron crown couldn't hide his disappointment in his eyes: "It's okay, senior brother is busy, I'll find someone else." ”

Yang Ji looked at the young man and felt a little unbearable in his heart. Although he didn't know much about it, Yang Ji could also vaguely guess that these people were probably too low in strength, so no one was willing to join them.

"So be it. If, after ten days, you still can't find me. Let me introduce a few people to join you. ”

Yang Jidao. In my mind, I remembered Zhang Xiong and them.

Zhang Xiong has been up the mountain for a long time, and this kind of task should be suitable for them. Moreover, there will be an apology for the task itself.

"Thank you, brother. ”

The young man in Tsing Yi and the iron crown is overjoyed.

Yang Ji nodded and left quickly. Having solved this matter, Yang Ji felt relieved in his heart. And "Mighty Dan" has also been spent. Even if Yang Ji likes something, he has no money to buy it.

"After a while, let's go find Duan Gang and Su Hong. ”

Yang Ji looked up at the sky, in a few hours, it should be the agreed time.

"Boom!"

When we were about to reach the end of the town, suddenly a landslide and tsunami sound came from ahead, mixed with a lot of laughter and screams. There was also the sound of angry scolding.

"Huh, what's going on?"

Yang Ji's heart moved, and he immediately rushed over.

The closer you get to where the sound comes from. The more people there are. The military officials of the imperial court, the disciples of other sects, the disciples of the Iron Crown Sect, and some secular clans and wealthy families all gathered together.

All the men's eyes were focused in one direction, and their eyes were shining.

"It's- they're actually selling slave girls!"

Yang Ji was taken aback.

Follow everyone's gaze, at the end of the town. A huge, makeshift platform can be seen. Above there were timid looking girls, snow-white skinned and good-looking, naked, trembling in the eyes of everyone.

On their bodies, only their breasts and underneath were covered with a thin sheet of shiny cloth.

"Damn! scum——"

In the laughter of the men in the audience. The sound of a woman gritting her teeth was very sharp.

"Su Hong?"

Hearing this voice, Yang Ji turned his head in some surprise, and at a glance saw Su Hong, who was scolding loudly and angrily in the crowd.

Her eyes were filled with fire.

Su Hong went here to buy materials, but I don't know why Lu Dao actually appeared here.

Yang Ji's heart moved, and he squeezed through the crowd and walked over.

"Su Hong?"

"Who filmed me!Yang Ji?"

Su Hong's originally chaotic gaze, after seeing that it was Yang Ji, was first overjoyed, and then suddenly became inexplicably angry:

"Yang Ji, you Wang Badan, are you also the same as these scumbags, you came here to buy a female slave? Bastard, Wang Badan, I really misjudged you. You go to death!"

Su Hong gritted her teeth, a bunch of inexplicable anger, and pushed Yang Ji twice.

"Su Hong, what are you talking about? I just walked here when I heard the movement and came over to take a look. Where to buy what slave girls?"

Yang Ji couldn't cry or laugh. Obviously, Su Hong also regarded him as one of these people.

"Just here?"

Su Hong's face turned red, but she refused to admit defeat: "Hmph! You'd better not!"

"Do you have any money? Lend me first. ”

Su Hong paused and said.

"Here, take it! But I don't have much money on me, only four thousand taels. ”

Yang Ji took out a few silver tickets from his sleeve and handed them over without saying a word.

These four thousand taels are not much, but they are all his net worth. Fortunately, Yang Ji took these things lightly, and he didn't have to worry about the consumption of clothes in the sect, so he didn't care. (To be continued......)