Wang Fan picked up the ten taels of gold on the table, didn't even look at it, and reached out and threw it into a box next to him.

Gold and silver are really nothing to him.

This is true not only of him, but of all the monks, and only the spirit stone is the hard currency for trading between their monks.

And the painting that Wu Rong took away, Wang Fan didn't take it very seriously, if it was a monk, it would naturally be able to stimulate its effect.

However, for the average person, it can only be regarded as an admirable painting.

These paintings, except for the few paintings that are particularly important to him, the rest are all accessories of his mortal, as long as they can help him comprehend the way of heaven, why not sell them all!

Of course, this refers to buyers who can afford it, after all, these things are not those cabbages on the side of the road, they are all his hard work.

In his opinion, one day, if he can draw a person or demon beast who cultivates in the god transformation period, then he will not be far from the god transformation stage.

And the stone on the side, looking at the gold on the table, looked a little dazed, and didn't know when he walked out of the door of Wang Fan's shop.

As I walked, I didn't know what to mutter, but if I listened carefully, I was probably talking about paintings and silver.

After he left, Wang Fan picked up the wine jug on the table and took a sip, and after a hint of drunkenness appeared on his face, he continued to pick up the paintbrush and paint on rice paper to complete his unfinished paintings.

As Wang Fan stroked one stroke after another, the painting on the table gradually became clearer, and a hot and fierce aura slowly floated out.

Buguo was locked in the scroll by Wang Fan's brush, unable to spread outward.

It was a fire spirit in the early days of the Yuan Infant, but now it has become Wang Fan's pen.

In the end, Wang Fan painted his eyes as usual, because the most difficult thing for a person or even a demon beast to portray is his charm, and this charm is basically in the eyes.

This is also the most difficult thing to do in painting, not only to rely on your own memory, to appear in your own mind, and then through pen and ink, to draw on paper, and finally to make it have a spirit.

If a painting is realistic, it is called a painter, and if it is expressive, it is called a painter.

Although the craftsman and the home are only one word, they are heaven and earth.

For the completion of this work, Wang Fan is not difficult at all, but this is what he wants to paint.

In fact, in a nearby box, there are several unformed paintings with only one outline.

But it was this outline that made Wang Fan stop here.

If you look closely at these outlines, you will find that there are people and beasts in these paintings, such as the Seven Emotions Demon Lord, Mei Luo, Fu Qian, and a series of gods and even demons.

Over the years, Wang Fan has tried many times, but none of them have succeeded, and even if he forcibly paints, the painting will turn to ashes.

Wang Fan was silent for a while, and a layer of blood-red evil qi appeared on his body, which was much less than at the beginning, but now there was only a palm-thick evil qi left.

And almost all the evil qi that disappeared was integrated into the spiritual power in his body, and Wang Fan was extremely satisfied with this.

Wang Fan believes that as long as he is given another year, these evil spirits will disappear completely, and his strength will definitely improve a lot.

Not only that, but he also felt that with his peace of mind, these evil qi would disappear, and the disappearance of these evil qi would also promote his peace of mind.

In the evening, Zeng Lei suddenly ran over and asked Wang Fan to come over and have dinner together in the evening.

In this regard, Wang Fan immediately nodded, not saying whether he could cook, but that he was now very accustomed to going to Zeng Lin's house to eat.

Just as he had to drink every day, he was used to it.

However, before leaving, he picked up the gold that he had transferred from selling paintings today, put it in his pocket, closed the door and came to Zeng Lin's house opposite.

As for Wu Rong, he was sitting in a carriage at this time, looking at these paintings in front of him, his heart was pounding.

Without him, if he has this thing, when the time comes to dedicate it to the Eighth Prince, then his status will be improved a lot.

When the time comes, gold, silver, jewelry, and beautiful servants will definitely not be less.

When the Eighth Prince ascends to the throne, then he ......

Thinking of this, he became more and more eager in his heart, and took several deep breaths before calming down.

These carriages, with the royal seal of the Eighth Prince, were unhindered along the way, and soon arrived at the palace of the Eighth Prince.

After a long time, the moment the carriage stopped, Wu Rong immediately jumped out and hurriedly ran to the mansion.

In the garden in the palace, Wu Rong stopped, looked at the young man in Chinese costume who was playing with the United States not far away, and immediately said loudly: "Lord Qiqi, I have something important to ask to see below." ”

Hearing this, the young man in Chinese clothes frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "Say, you brought me something interesting, otherwise I will turn my face." ”

As he spoke, his tone was a little indifferent, but his gaze was always on the two women next to him.

Hearing this, Wu Rong breathed a sigh of relief, he could see that this painting was not simple, and his Highness, who must have a higher vision, would naturally be able to see it.

Sure enough, the result was as he expected, the moment he opened the scroll, His Highness's gaze suddenly froze, and his pupils almost shrank to the size of chopsticks.

Just as he was about to continue the introduction, the young man in the fancy costume suddenly disappeared in place with a surprise and came to Wu Rong's side.

Grabbing the scroll, the young man in the costume showed surprise on his face, flipped his right hand, and suddenly the scroll disappeared in his hand.

At the same time, he laughed and said, "Very good, this time I will credit you for a great achievement." Say, whatever reward you want, as long as I can satisfy it, I will never break my word. ”

Hearing this, Wu Rong's heart was full of joy, this was beyond his expectations, he only spent ten taels of gold in exchange for the prince's attention.

You must know that Wang Fan's shop is full of paintings, if you bring all of them, then presumably the prince will definitely ......

Thinking of this, Wu Rong did not immediately say his thoughts this time, but recounted his own experience today.

After the young man in Huafu understood, half an hour had passed.

Wu Rong's eyes rolled, and when he saw that his master was so cautious about this thing, he suddenly had a plan.

"Your Highness, there are many such paintings in that shop, the moon is dark and the wind is high tonight, otherwise we will ......"

"Idiot..."Hearing this, the young man in Chinese clothes immediately scolded angrily, he is not a mortal like Wu Rong, he has already stepped into the path of immortals, this painting Wu Rong can see, he can also see.

What Wu Rong didn't see, he also saw.