On the first day of the opening of the ghost market, the dismal operation of the calligraphy and painting shop made the woman in green feel deeply frustrated, especially the strong impact brought by the prosperity of the shop next door. But the next door is like this, which can only reflect his own incompetence more and more.

After learning the hard way, I finally figured out another way of thinking about making money.

Portrait!

This girl can even imitate the masterpieces of famous artists to the extent that they are fake, and it is not easy to draw a portrait of a customer in the store. Whether it's a family reunion or a couple's affection, who doesn't want to keep this beauty forever?

Therefore, in the shop of the first painter in Zhu Ming's ghost market, you can't buy it at a loss, and you can't be fooled. As long as one or two lines of silver, let the good memories remain in the painting, time passes, but the original simple happiness will not change.

Moreover, the artist's exquisite painting workmanship means that the jade is slightly flawed, which can also make it disappear invisibly.

On the second day, it turned out that the so-called gimmick of keeping the good was nothing more than wishful thinking on the part of the store. Even though the guests who came to the door were originally a little interested, they heard that it would take a whole one or two lines of silver to paint the portrait, and they all left one after another. This painter is young, and he doesn't have much craftsmanship at first glance, and he dares to ask for such a sky-high price, which is really ridiculous.

The day is about to break, and the store has not yet made any money today, and the woman in green asks herself: Isn't it that I am really not doing business? Why is it that above the novel, the protagonist waves his hand, and the wealth of the family gathers, and at this time he sings a few heroic verses of "I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone", how refreshing. How can it be like himself, just want to earn two pieces of silver to supplement the family, it is so difficult.

Just as the woman was giving up on herself, a Confucian in a green shirt led a little girl with pigtails into the store, "Shopkeeper, I want to draw a portrait of our little girl in the house, a lot of money?"

The female painter in green lacks interest, it is undeniable that this Confucian scholar has a good skin, and when she speaks, she is also the Sichuan and Shu township accent that she used to like the most. It's just that he was put on the spot by a so-called handsome uncle just now, and he should always be more wary of people of the same kind.

What's more, I only came to the store to inquire at this time, and it was already past the time to do business, and the dawn was only in front of me, and it was time for the store to close.

The most important thing is that this Confucian is not a willing to spend money at first glance, and he is still a lady slave, and he has no pocket money for a month. Nonsense, how can there be such an interesting man here.

"Two taels of silver. The woman in green only said that he was the same as the previous customer, and he would leave when he heard the price, so he casually shouted a price. The price was quite palatable, and the only transaction yesterday was this amount.

The little girl with pigtails turned her head to look at her father expectantly, and the seven or eight-year-old girl still had baby fat on her face, revealing the cuteness that she should have at this age.

Even the woman in green couldn't resist the little girl's cuteness offensive, let alone the father who loved his daughter like his life? The green-shirted Confucian nodded lightly, took out two taels of silver from his arms, and handed it directly to the woman in green.

When the woman in green took the silver, she was still thinking: she paid directly without inspecting the goods, it seems that her previous judgment was wrong, and this Confucian was also a wealthy person.

If you want to do this, you should make money.

"Little girl, can you tell my aunt your name?"

The little girl smiled, "Sister, our name is Gongsun Ting, you can also call us Tingting." ”

The woman in green was overjoyed, although it was just a small change in title, but it really scratched the itch. And although this little girl still inevitably has some Sichuan and Shu native accents, compared with her father, this official dialect can be regarded as proficient.

For the only customer in today's shop, the woman in green naturally invested great enthusiasm, not only painting a picture of this lovely little girl, but also painting a portrait of the father and daughter. The little girl thanked and praised the skills of the woman in green, and then unconsciously pursed her mouth, but unfortunately her mother did not accompany her today, and the good memories of this trip can only belong to herself and her father.

The woman in green resolutely rejected the Confucian priest's move to pay another two taels, and two taels of silver could be credited to the account every day, regardless of whether it was a loss in the end, it was enough to be happy.

In the morning, as soon as the father and daughter left the ghost market, they saw a young man in black with a long box on his back waiting here.

Seeing the green-shirted Confucian scholar, the black-clothed man bowed respectfully, above the sword, there are a few people who can not know the blue-shirted sword saint of the white emperor with a sword, and who has never dreamed that one day he can thwart his sharpness with the three-foot green blade in his hand, so as to get the name of the sword saint.

"Senior officer, do you stop the two of us?"

Hearing this authentic Sichuan and Shu native sound, the man in black was even more determined that he had not found the wrong person, and in addition to the sword master's exclusive swordsmanship, there were two things that were the most talked about. One is that the Sword Saint loves and fears his wife, and it is said that his wife is the cousin of the Sword Saint, and the Sword Saint has been bullied since he was a child. The second is the swordsman's native accent, which is really the most damaging to the master's temperament.

"I heard that Gongsun Sword Saint is here, so I came to ask Sword Saint for the sword. The man was still respectful, but what he said was somewhat provocative.

The Confucian man smiled, it is always not peaceful to go out of the city to play, but since he knows that people have already arranged, it is better to appear early than late.

"Is your sword deadly or better than which?"

"It's too early to ask about life and death, and this sword will ask about skill for the time being. ”

The Confucian nodded in favor, and then motioned for the man in black to draw his sword at this time.

Thinking about this, this is the bearing of a person who is a sword saint, not to mention that he does not compete for the first opportunity to go out of the sword, even if he is accompanied by a little girl, he is confident that he can protect it thoroughly.

The sword box opened, and one flying sword flew out one after another, and the flying swords had different shapes and different aura. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty flying swords were all floating in the air. The man in black pointed forward, and the flying swords flew out in unison, slashing directly at the Sword Saint father and daughter.

For such a tentative trick, the Confucian also gave enough respect, and the sleeve of his left robe was swollen and waved forward. If you follow the perspective of ordinary people, you just see that the flying swords that rushed forward with ferocity before have lost their strength, as if they are stuck in a quagmire.

But if there is a Taoist priest who has opened the eye of heaven here, what he sees in his eyes is a completely different scene, and what comes out of the sleeves of the Confucian robe is a mighty cyan sword qi, which is displayed in the middle of the three of them at this time, like a big river. The flying sword crashed into the river, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

"What are you pretending, you are going to beat Lao Tzu!"

The man in black smiled when he heard this, the man's face was not handsome, but his smile was full of confidence, and he also had a different temperament.

The first flying sword flew back into the man's hand, and then all the flying swords turned into long-handled broadswords in the man's hand, a simple and unpretentious slash, followed by another blow, the man's speed of swinging the sword became faster and faster, and finally he didn't know how many slashes he made.

It's not like a swordsman, it's more like a man with a knife.

Time went back a little, and when the man held the broadsword in his hand, the Confucian priest whispered to the daughter holding him in his right hand: "Sister, close your eyes and see clearly." The little girl obediently closed her eyes and "looked" ahead.

The White Emperor behind the little girl, in response to the call of Confucianism, crossed several mysterious tracks in the air, and stayed in front of Confucianism, the hem of Confucianism's shirt was windless and automatic, and the White Emperor was like a dexterous swimming fish, winding forward.

Every time he slashed the man, a gang qi would be saved in front of him, and after hundreds of thousands of slashes, the sword gang born by the fusion of gang qi was huge, and under one blow, the ordinary street was afraid that it would cease to exist.

The man in black didn't spare his hand, this street was already protected by a large array, so he didn't have to worry about it being destroyed by the aftermath of the sword qi. What's more, the opponent in front of him is a man standing at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, but with such swordsmanship, it is naturally not a problem. The reason why he came out of the sword was just to see how far he was from the so-called blue sky.

Jian Gang advanced steadily, and although his speed decreased when he collided with the great river of sword qi, he still continued to move forward.

At this time, the cyan fish-like sword qi above the White Emperor merged into the river, and in the blink of an eye, the river turned into a cyan heavenly dragon and slammed straight towards Jian Gang.

After the violent collision, ordinary people saw that the dust was flying here, and the flying sword of the man in black returned to the sword box, and his right hand trembled uncontrollably, and blood dripped down.

The Confucian looked at his daughter, who had opened her eyes, as if to ask if she could see clearly.

"Ba Shi, after the sword qi is dissolved, the various sword qi supports each other, and I think this brother is also a master of arithmetic. However, there is still a flaw in the operation of the sword qi, otherwise this sword technique should not be cracked like this. ”

The little girl's words also fell into the ears of the man in black without any defect, except for the strange sounding "Ba Shi", the rest of the comments were extremely pertinent. The daughter of the Sword Saint, to be able to have such a creation at such an age is really enviable.

The man in black swept away, took advantage of the excitement, and returned satisfied, the peak of the sword path is not unattainable, if he can win the cultivation of the senior brother, and then fight with the sword saint, he is too big to say, there are still three or seven victories and defeats.

For the man's behavior, the little girl just thinks he is extremely boring, kendo is a family history, but kendo is interesting to learn and arithmetic, and the futile people who fight and kill are annoying.

Being delayed by the man, the little girl's stomach began to growl, and when Confucius saw this, he picked up the little girl, and the sword went straight to the town, but he couldn't starve his little cutie.

"Father, today my daughter is going to eat two big meat buns. ”

"It's up to you, it's up to you. ”

"Father, this bun is so delicious, why do you want to call it a dog?"

A black line appeared on the head of Confucian Sheng, and he really didn't know about his daughter's problem.

After a night of hard work, the woman in green walked out of the door to breathe, and more or less two taels of silver came into the account, and her mood was quite comfortable. I saw two men from the shop next door carrying a large heavy box onto the carriage.

Isn't this the entry of the shop next door in the past two days? Well, a certain artist has once again fallen into a mood called autism.