The prince of Jingbei is a filial son, if he presents this picture, the prince will definitely appreciate himself, thinking of this, the young man surnamed Ma immediately took a deep breath.

This group of more than a dozen carriages galloped away in Kyoto, and the speed was quite fast, but he still hated that the carriage should be faster, so that he could return to the palace as soon as possible.

After a long time, the carriage stopped, and the young man surnamed Ma immediately pushed the car door and jumped down, and hurriedly walked towards the house.

On the east side of the mansion, Ma surnamed Nian stopped outside a rather gorgeous palace and said loudly: "Your Royal Highness, Ma Yunqiao has something important to see. ”

After a while, a lazy voice came from the palace: "Ma Yunqiao, didn't you go home to visit your relatives? Why did you come back like this? ”

Vaguely, Ma Yunqiao heard a few soft words of warblers coming from the hall, and he hesitated, saying that it was really inconvenient for him to disturb the prince at this time.

But he was quite confident in the things in his arms, and after some hesitation, Ma Yunqiao gritted his teeth and said: "Lord Shizi, there is indeed something important in the next, when I went home to visit relatives this time, I found a magical painting in the next, if this painting is seen by the prince, he will be happy." ”

After a moment of silence, the voice said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Okay, you come in, if what you take is not what you said, you will not be rewarded this month." ”

Ma Yunqiao hurriedly walked in, only to see that there was a large bed in the palace covered by a white veil falling from the ceiling. A young man with a slightly pale complexion, wearing a purple python robe, sat on the edge of the bed with a slightly gloomy gaze.

Inside the white gauze bed, there were two women in tulle lying with their backs to the door, no wonder the prince didn't want to see him, he was playing a dragon and two phoenixes over the rivers and lakes.

After Ma Yunqiao bowed deeply to the man, he gently opened the scroll in his hand, revealing the pattern of his winged tiger inside.

After seeing the pattern of the winged tiger, the young man's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he stood up violently and walked a few steps quickly to the side of the picture, grabbed it with his right hand, and already held the picture in his hand.

When Ma Yunqiao was about to remind, the young man exclaimed, and then his right hand flipped over the picture and disappeared in his hand, and his eyes lit up with a strong light and laughed: "Okay! Ma Yunqiao remembered you once in the world!"

As he spoke, he patted a seemingly ordinary cloth pocket on his waist, and suddenly a purple qi emanated from it, wrapping his whole body and dispersing in an instant, only to see that the young man was already wearing a purple python robe at this time.

At the moment when the purple qi emerged, a breeze blew in the palace, and the white gauze on the big bed was blown up, and the tulle on the two women on the bed was blown away, revealing two wonderful delicate bodies in the two coquettish voices.

Ma Yunqiao's eyes couldn't help but glance at him, and after swallowing a mouthful of spit, he immediately lowered his head and didn't look.

This young man is not an ordinary person, but a monk, but his cultivation is not high, only the eighth layer of the True Qi Stage.

He looked at Ma Yunqiao, and the god of Ma Yunqiao was seen by him just now, so he smiled and said: "Linglong, Jiaonu, you two come out, today you belong to Ma Yunqiao!"

Two coquettish moans came from the bed, and suddenly the two Miaoman's delicate bodies walked down from the bed, and the second daughter stepped forward and pulled the stunned Ma Yunqiao to leave from the side door.

The young man's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly left the palace.

The young man walked straight all the way to the main hall of the palace, and when he was still outside the palace, he heard bursts of music and his father's laughter coming from inside.

Outside the main hall stood rows of guards, and the moment they saw the young man, they immediately knelt on one knee, and the young man hurried past and walked directly into the main hall.

I saw that there was a case of Zhang Ji in the main hall, and two monks wearing Taoist robes sat behind them, although these two people were all wearing Taoist robes, but the color was different, one black and one blue.

Among them, the black-robed monk kept his eyes closed, oblivious to the joy of singing and dancing.

The other monk in the green shirt smiled and looked at the singer in the middle.

On the top of the main hall sat a rather handsome middle-aged man, this person was handsome and there was no lack of majesty, and the whole person looked quite a kind of posture of a superior person.

After the young man entered the main hall, the middle-aged man laughed and said, "Don't have fun in the dormitory." How did you come to your father?"

The young man first saluted the two monks respectfully, and then looked at the middle-aged man. He said, "Father, look at this!" he said with a flip of his right hand, and suddenly the picture of the winged tiger was opened by him.

At this moment, the monk who was looking at the singer suddenly stared at the monk and fell on this picture, and the middle-aged man's eyes also lit up, and with a wave of his right hand, those singers suddenly scattered left and right.

The green-shirted monk suddenly stood up, took a stride to the front of the picture, looked at it carefully, gasped and said, "This is the ......" He had guessed in his heart, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

"This is a picture of a winged tiger!" the black-clothed monk, who had always closed his eyes, opened his eyes at this time, and his eyes showed a strange light and said slowly.

After listening to the words of the black-shirted monk, the green-shirted monk who was near the picture was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Senior brother, of course I know that the winged tiger in this painting is a winged tiger, but how can this winged tiger be as spiritual as a living creature!"

The black-clothed monk, who was called his senior brother, muttered for a while and then said slowly: "Yes, the person who painted this painting is indeed a master!"

King Jingbei, who was sitting at the top of the seat, stared at the picture and smiled: "Two immortal elders, what's so strange about this thing?"

The green-shirted monk who was near the picture picked up the picture and found a vicissitudes of life rushing to his face, and the breath was so great that he was immediately shocked.

Only in the middle of the true yuan, he actually had a feeling that the true yuan in his body was about to collapse, and he hurriedly let go in shock.

The senior brother of the green-shirted monk, the black-clothed monk flicked his sleeves, and suddenly the picture flew up, and he grabbed it in his hand, this monk started with the picture, and his face suddenly turned pale, and the golden pill in his body was almost unstable, and it took a long time before he gradually controlled the fluctuations of the golden pill.

The higher the cultivation level of the picture drawn by Yuwen Zhouyuan, the greater the feeling, on the contrary, if it is a mortal, the impact is not too great.

"This painting is by no means an idle picture, the winged tiger painted on it is almost the same as the winged tiger recorded in the classics of my sect!" said Brother Yi slowly.

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Yuwen Zhouyuan was lying on the bed in the back room of the Chenyuan Hall, beside him, there was also a wine jug, and he picked it up and drank it from time to time, this year, Yuwen Zhouyuan could clearly feel that his mentality slowly got rid of the career of cultivation, but became the same as a mortal.

For example, now, he has rarely meditated and swallowed, which was impossible before, in those decades of fleeing and killing, he almost always let the spiritual power in his body rotate, and spent all his time improving his cultivation, his life is full of intrigue, the weak eat the strong, and the slightest carelessness will end up in death.

Even Yuwen Juyuan almost never lay down and slept like he does now, even if it was late at night, he only spent it in meditation.

This kind of life, although exciting, although passionate, but there is a little more regret, less peace, it is incomplete.

And now in Yuwen Zhouyuan's life, there is no gladiatorial fight, although it is bland, but it is like a trickle, washing the soul.

This feeling was extremely unfamiliar to Yuwen Juyuan at the beginning, but as time slowly passed, his mentality gradually accepted the status quo and lived a mortal life.

After picking up the flask and taking a sip, Yuwen Juyuan suddenly frowned.

At this moment, outside his shop, two monks came, and these two people quickly floated like wandering spirits, and with a wave of their right hand, the door of Yuwen Zhouyuan's shop suddenly opened silently, without making a sound.

The two of them quickly flashed in, and then the door of the shop was closed again by the wind.

Inside the shop, the two men stared at the hanging pictures with a look of horror in their eyes, but the horror disappeared and was replaced by endless greed.

"There are so many!" one of the monks gasped, picked down a drawing, looked at it intently, and shook his body, and almost threw it down.

The greed in his eyes became even stronger, and with a flick of his sleeves, the wood carvings on the shelves of the shop fell into his storage bag one by one.

The other monk squatted down and rummaged in the painting tube on the side, and then suddenly exclaimed, holding several half-finished portraits in his hands, his face suddenly became strangely ruddy, his throat was sweet, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

The portrait in his hand was quickly thrown away by him, as if this portrait was an ancient beast and hurriedly retreated a few steps.

In fact, it's no wonder that he can't bear it, this half-finished portrait, all painted are the middle and late stages of the true master, and there are even masters of the true monarch period, although it is a semi-finished product, but what is contained in this portrait is at least equivalent to the spiritual power of the true master period, and it is impossible to bear it at all.

Fortunately, he let go quickly, and the spiritual power in this portrait was not opened, otherwise, this person would not be as simple as vomiting blood.

The moment the portrait hit the ground, it was suddenly grabbed by an invisible big hand and fell into the hands of Yuwen Juyuan, who walked out of the back room.

Yuwen Zhouyuan put the portrait aside, held the wine jug in his right hand, took a sip, and said, "Two guest officers, a total of thirteen thousand taels of gold, bring it." ”

At the moment when Yuwen Zhouyuan appeared, the two of them suddenly remained motionless, staring at Yuwen Zhouyuan in horror.

In particular, the monk who had just been injured by Lingwei in the portrait was even more pale, and his forehead was sweaty.

In the eyes of the two of them, Yuwen Zhouyuan's appearance was too weird, and before the two of them entered this shop, they obviously detected with their divine senses, although they noticed that there was a person lying in the back room, but this person was just a mortal.

But now, this mortal in their eyes actually appeared silently without them noticing, which was like a thunderbolt from the sky, which made the two of them shocked in their hearts.

Coupled with the pictures with spiritual power that appeared in this Chenyuan Hall, even if these two people were stupid, they suddenly understood at this moment that this person in front of them must be a senior master, far from being something that the two of them could provoke.

The two looked at each other, and hurriedly whispered respectfully: "See the seniors, the juniors are disciples of the Qingshui Sect, and there are many offenses today, and I hope that the seniors Haihan will be upended." ”

"Thirteen thousand taels of gold, do you have it? If you don't have it, get out, if you have it, hand it over, and take the painting with you!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said in a flat voice.