Chapter Seventy-Two: Painting

When it was dark, the appraiser of Huaisheng Auction House finally "vacated" to meet Yun Yi.

"Here's something I want to sell to your bank, look at the price. ”

The appraiser, an old man with a big beard and a very trustworthy appearance, listened to Yun Yi as he picked up what she handed over.

There weren't many things, just two water jades in a wooden box, and some pills left by Dr. Xi that Yun Yi couldn't use.

"Well, these two spirit jades are good things, and they have enough spiritual energy in them, and they can at least replenish half of the spiritual power of the distraction stage monks. ”

Don't underestimate this half of spiritual power, two distraction period monks of the same realm fought, and they originally drained their spiritual power, but one of them suddenly took out a water jade, which is equivalent to having combat power again, and it is self-evident who loses and who wins.

Especially the more high-level monks, the more spiritual power in their bodies, ordinary things that supplement spiritual power may not be able to fill in the bottom with a large handful at a time, and the best ones are really uncommon, so things like water jade can be regarded as hard currency between high-level monks.

"In this way, how about 50,000 high-grade spirit stones and one jade?" I have to say that although the service attitude is not good, Huaisheng Auction House offers a fair price, and does not deliberately lower the price by relying on the big backstage behind them, which is also the reason why their business can prosper for a long time.

Yun Yi nodded: "What about these pills?"

The old man touched his beard again, opened the porcelain bottles containing the pills one by one and looked at them: "All the things add up, and the old decay can give you 200,000 high-grade spirit stones." ”

Yun Yi boasted: "The price of your bank is naturally very fair. Then he said: "But I don't want spirit stones, but I want to change something, do you think it's convenient?"

The old man held the two wooden boxes in his hand, and without thinking about it, he said, "Of course it's convenient, fourteen, take this girl to see the new batch of goods that have been received recently." ”

Yun Yi pursed his lips and smiled, and didn't put his things away, and directly followed the guy named Fourteen to a room in the auction house.

This room is not small, and the shelves are full of messy things, but there should not be many valuable things in it, otherwise it would not be placed so casually.

"I'm sorry, I haven't bothered to tidy things up just after they were collected, you can pick whatever you want, as long as the final price is about the same. His attitude was much better than when Yun Yi first came, but he was not too flattering, and his demeanor was normal and free.

Yun Yi walked in and looked around, and at a glance he picked a magic robe, this light blue magic robe was densely engraved with magic circles, and he forcibly upgraded this piece of clothing, which was originally just a magic weapon, to the level of a spiritual weapon, and the strength of its refiner can be seen.

Taking this robe, Yun Yi walked around the shelves again, and suddenly looked at a certain place - there was a scroll that was not completely closed, and the leaking corner was very familiar, and the painting style was the same as the Nanshan Jing in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas".

Yun Yi walked over and opened the scroll, and found that it was a mountain depicted in it, red to the south and black to the north, with tigers, leopards, and rhinoceros scattered on it.

But the most eye-catching thing is the bird in the center of the mountain, this bird looks like a pheasant, but has colorful feathers, because it is too vivid, so it is recognized by Yun Yi at a glance - this is Luanniao.

Picking out what she wanted, Yun Yi walked to Fourteen who was standing at the door, and the eyes of this guy who didn't look very old swept over her hand, and immediately said with a smile:

"You don't pick anything again, these things aren't enough for 200,000 high-grade spirit stones. ”

Yun Yi shook his head: "That's all, just use the spirit stones to supplement the rest for me." ”

Fourteen nodded happily and handed a bag around his waist to Yun Yi: "Here are 50,000 high-grade spirit stones, you can take them." ”

Yun Yi looked at the circle of storage bags hanging from his waist with great interest, and asked casually, "Alas, do you know who the author of this painting is?"

Seeing the surprise on Fourteen's face, Yun Yi continued: "I really like his painting style, if he has other paintings, I am willing to buy them together." ”

"You like it so much, can you still know who the author of this painting is?" Fourteen pouted: "This is painted by Venerable Baoxiang, otherwise an ordinary painting without the slightest aura can be sold for the price of 10,000 high-grade spirit stones?"

Whose money is not blown by the wind, if it weren't for the name of Venerable Xiangxiang here, the monks who worship her are willing to spend money to buy it, this painting is up to the sky with a thousand medium-grade spirit stones.

"Venerable Baoxiang likes to paint this kind of painting and sell it, the higher the price she sells, the happier she is, there are many paintings of her old man in the auction house, if you want me, I will take them all. ”

If one or two pairs are fine, but there are so many that an entire room can't be put on hold, and can only be put in a storage bag, Yun Yi is really a bit unbearable - especially since all the paintings are not cheap.

Simply Fourteen didn't expect her to buy them all, just sell a few pairs to make the ancestor happy, in recent years, Venerable Baoxiang has sent more and more paintings, but fewer and fewer people have bought them.

Every time he faced the big eyes full of anticipation of the maid who sent the painting, Fourteen felt full of self-blame in his heart, and felt that he was ashamed of the ardent expectations of his ancestors.

This next time he sells several paintings, he will definitely make the ancestor happy, and the fourteenth heart is happy, and there are more words, he is beside Yun Yi, praising this for a while and talking about that for a while.

Yun Yi didn't listen carefully, only looked at the paintings on the table, the more she looked at them, the more frightened she felt, perhaps it was because she had established a connection with the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", and she remembered the appearance and habits of every spirit in the book.

Even if it is transformed into a human form, as long as the body is not changed, Yun Yi can recognize it at the first sight.

Looking at the birds and beasts in these paintings, in addition to those ordinary beasts, almost every painting has a monster in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", and they are specially placed in the center of the painting.

To say that Venerable Baoxiang didn't know anything about their identity, Yun Yi wouldn't believe it anyway.

After seeing more, Yun Yi found another point, all the monsters in these paintings are birds, and none of them are in the shape of beasts.

"Hug Xiang Venerable...... Do you like birds?" she asked Fourteen.

Fourteen nodded, this is a well-known thing among the disciples of Huaisheng Sect, and it doesn't matter what, every time Venerable Huxiang celebrates his birthday, the birthday gifts of the disciples under her seat are all kinds of birds, and the more rare it is, the more she likes it.

When she likes it, she will give her some gadgets that are precious and rare to her disciples.

In this way, next time they will be more active in catching those birds and sending them to Venerable Baoxiang.

I see, Yun Yi settled down and asked, "Then are those birds holding incense Venerable all in captivity?"

"It should be, right?" Fourteen thought for a moment and said, "It seems that Venerable Baoxiang has also opened up a small world to raise these birds." ”

Yun Yi relaxed at this time: "Then her old man is not afraid that those birds will cultivate into demons?"

"What's there to be afraid of, entering the small world of Venerable Baoxiang, they can't get out, how can they make any trouble. ”

Fourteen is not worried at all, for the Venerable of the Cave Void and Mahayana realms, a single thought can crush those little monsters, why bother.

Yun Yi nodded and didn't say anything, just picked a few more paintings at random, and went out of the auction house, and on the way, he also fished back his two senior brothers who had already drunk their heads, and brought them back to Huai Shengzong.