"Sir, everything has been arranged. As long as spiritual power is injected three times, this painting will explode. Either death or serious injury." The attendant said lowly.
Qing Yuanju was quite satisfied and nodded repeatedly: "It's done. I will hide the matter of you burning the mountain for you."
He was handsome, with a small light brown mole on the tip of his delicate nose. He originally had a gentle and elegant appearance, but now he was sneaking around with his attendants and looked gloomy.
He knew in his heart that it was Xie Lingtan who punished him last time, and Yuan Zeshan no longer regarded him as a magic player.
Thinking about how much Qing Yuanju has contributed to the country's economic development and how much financial resources he has contributed to demon research, he was abandoned by Mo Wanwan so easily and was almost sentenced to a serious crime of digging for spiritual roots——
When the bone-devouring spirit-devouring knife was stretched out in front of his eyes, he let himself go.
Doesn't Xie Lingtan like Jiang Qinfeng? Doesn't Mo Wanwan love to collect beautiful men? Doesn't Jiang Qinfeng have an excellent reputation?
The pain and fear that Qing Yuanju has experienced must be returned!
Nothing can stop him, nothing.
The young man in white happily returned to the box, closed the door, and turned around to see his mother slamming the table and standing up.
"Add more, add it to 400,000 spirit stones! I don't believe it anymore. Who can compete with me, Qing Fangrui!"
Qing Yuanju blurted out: "F*ck!"
Fate played a ridiculous joke on him.
This is really a trap, and it has tricked my own mother.
He walked up quickly, his face flushed with anxiety.
"No, mother, Jiang Qinfeng just contradicted you in person, and you forgot how miserable your son and I were when he was rescued? Why did you take pictures too! You can't take pictures!"
Mrs. Qing sighed in her heart when she saw his anxious look.
Since her son was corporally punished by her when he was five years old and had constant high fevers, she pretended to be strict with others, but was very pampering at home, so she developed this kind of character in her son.
"I saw that at such a young age, he had such cultivation, and his eyes were clear. He was not a person with evil intentions as you said. I heard that this painting was related to him, so taking the picture was a sign of friendship."
Qing Yuanju's expression was complicated: "Seriously?"
Of course it's fake.
After witnessing the last match of Qilin’s master selection, Madam Qing became more and more certain——
This Young Master Xuehun is the child that the couple have been looking for.
It's just that the person disappeared at the junction of Kaihuang and Jiangxi. How could he go to Shangqing?
Mrs. Qing narrowed her eyes, spoke seriously and continued to give instructions to her son.
"All the festivities he had with you are now written off and no longer allowed to be discussed. Yuanju, you have to treat him as an elder. I will buy the painting later and take you to visit him to apologize."
"What? Being an elder? And you have to come to apologize? Mother, are you crazy?"
Qing Yuanju drawled his voice incredulously.
Hearing the word "crazy", Mrs. Qing's black panther licked her sharp claws and gave Qing Yuanju a cold look. He immediately softened.
"Mom, please don't take pictures. Actually... I asked someone to draw this thing."
He also confessed.
"Nonsense! What are you doing all this for? You bastard."
After receiving a harsh reprimand, Qing Yuanju said angrily: "He offended me, so he naturally wants revenge."
"Have you ever thought about the power and reputation behind him? If you act rashly, you, you, will be discovered, and I won't be able to protect you!"
After all, Mrs. Qing still felt sorry for her son. She was pacing back and forth with her hands behind her back, obviously thinking about how to wipe her son's butt.
"I won't be discovered. My relationship with this Star-Zhailing Tower is extraordinary. Grasshoppers on a Boat. Although this painting is mine, the signature and fingerprints are all Jiang Qinfeng's. No matter how they check, the final result is also his."
It’s just a problem.” He said proudly.
Mrs. Qing asked: "How did you get his fingerprints?"
"Shu Tianzi Pavilion lottery box."
Qing Yuanju is very capable and well-connected in business operations. Only players know the secrets of a mortal painting. No matter how high it is, he can't get many spiritual stones. He has a lot of money, so he doesn't care. It can be regarded as compensation for Jiang Qinfeng's coffin.
Once the painting explodes, whether Xie Lingtan is seriously injured or Mo Wanwan is seriously injured, it can cause the other party to be devastated and avenge him.
It's a pity that he doesn't believe this.
In other words, she was even more panicked.
"Come, come, come, add more, add up to 600,000 spiritual stones, I must buy this painting today!"
This is not just about selling paintings, but also filling a hole for a son who doesn’t know how high the sky is.
"Don't! Don't! All this money will be transferred to Jiang Qinfeng later!"
My mother's heart has been determined and cannot be changed.
Now the helpless and pitiful pony just hopes that a hero will emerge and take this picture before his mother succeeds.
But is there such a person who is so rich that he can be taken advantage of?
Xie Lingtan and Yuan Zeshan combined are not as rich as he himself.
The attendant of Zhaixinglou took out Qing Yuanju's membership card and said with a smile: "Master, your card has been wiped out by Madam. Do you want to change it?"
Qing Yuanju burst into tears.
"My money woo woo woo..."
"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling."
"Six hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones."
As the golden bell in the box rang again, the new bids pushed the atmosphere of the auction to a climax again. The monks looked up at the shaking golden bell in astonishment. Where is the sound of the bell? This is the spiritual stone.
The sound of collision! Every time there is a collision, countless spiritual stones are spent.
Co-authored, the previous ones were all small shows, but here is the real fight between gods.
The star-gathering officials were also in a panic. Such a grand scene of scrambling for the auction was simply unprecedented and horrifying.
"This, this is an ordinary painting! What are they thinking!"
"Don't even look at it, who is painted on it?" Some people disagreed.
"I'm not kidding, I thought this was an auction for the Qiankun Picture. No, the Qiankun Picture can't fetch this price."
Qing Lingyue counted his net worth and regretted that he could not keep up with everyone else.
She looked at the box with regret: "Did Master Master buy it in the end?"
Chai Jingyan is really to blame for most of this matter.
His ice crystal snowflakes are excellent treasures. Since he gave one to everyone present for free, each one also clearly stated his disciple Jiang Qinfeng's favor. Even those who have no eyesight can know that——
To please the Master, first please his little apprentice!
If you don’t support me and I won’t support you, when will Xiaofeng come forward?
If you don’t take pictures and I don’t take pictures, wouldn’t Master’s face be turned upside down?
Regardless of whether you are a relative of the emperor, a powerful cultivator, a rebellious cultivator, or a monster with a loose nature, did you take the life-saving ice crystal snowflake? Did you take it? I am embarrassed not to hold up a scene for my master's love.
?Master Xuehun is so cute, a portrait should be so valuable!
She was the princess of the Flower Kingdom who hung up after taking a picture of the beauty cream. She was half asleep when she suddenly heard a mysterious and silent voice beside her: "Seven hundred thousand!"
This wasn't over yet, she turned her head, and a cat demon twitched his round ears excitedly:
"Meow - seven hundred and one thousand!"
"Hey?! I, I..." The little girl was frightened by the whole bidding process.
What number were they shouting?
The little princess rubbed her eyes and raised her hands timidly: "Seven, seven hundred and twenty thousand?"
The palace maid quickly pressed her hand down.
"Your Highness, you can't afford it even if you sell the crown on your head!"
"Ooooooooo, I'm sorry, I thought I was counting!"
Princess Huaguo's words stopped abruptly because someone behind her shouted: "Give it a go, 730,000!"
"seventy four!"
"seventy-five!"
"Um...Actually, it's just counting, right?" she asked cautiously.
The palace maid held her forehead and looked back at the mighty clouds behind her. The Nascent Soul was walking all over the ground, and the golden elixir was not as good as a dog. The crowd was crowded and the energy was high. A ridiculous idea came to her mind -
They have your vote and my vote to jointly create the biggest miracle in the history of the world of cultivation auctions?
"Oh, if I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have gathered the sisters to raise the price just now..." Xu Xiaolong walked from the crowd of female cultivators from the Shangqing Dynasty, "What's the price now?"
"Not high, eight hundred thousand spirit stones." Jiang Youlin was happy to see this scene.
"My dear, it's not high yet? It's a record! I've never seen so much money in my life," Xu Xiaofeng smacked her tongue, "Brother Jiang, aren't you going to take a photo?"
No one would have thought that after killing the Yuejie Dan, passing the Ningcai Mo, and destroying the Qilin Beast, the stars picked from the Star Picking Tower today would turn out to be an ordinary painting.
The leisurely Mr. Hou raised his eyelids: "It's just a painting. Xiaofeng is by my side. I can see it and touch it. Why do I need it to relieve my lovesickness?"
He really wanted to, and he had thousands of them at home. Not to mention smiling and gazing at them, bathing, sleeping, meditating, all kinds of moods and appearances were vividly painted in his paintings, accompanying him through many long nights.
As he thought about it, Jiang Youlin's thoughts flew to nowhere.
Oh, by the way, I have never seen Xiaofeng drunk before, looking more emotional, happy, and suicidal... He has already begun to look forward to the trip to the incense hall after the auction, where he will definitely be able to
Get new painting materials and inspiration.
"Ayou? Ayou?" Jiang Qinfeng pushed him and asked with a smile, "You are very good at painting. How is this painter's painting skills?"
Jiang Youlin looked at it again and sneered: "If it weren't for the picture of you above, I wouldn't even take a glance at it."
"That's well said. It's really insightful. Brother Xie, listen to it. It's worthless and meaningless, right?" Jiang Qinfeng kept persuading.
Brother Xie has been silent until now. I don’t know if he really wants to take pictures or if he is holding it back.
Xie Lingtan lowered his head and said nothing.
Jiang Qinfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief: He must not want to buy it, he must be.
Mr. Li on the stage was also feeling strange.
If he was belittling Jiang Qinfeng's self-portrait because of his orders before, now he really doesn't understand what is so good about this painting that it can be sold at such a high price.
What's so good about it? Are there any places that haven't been discovered yet?
I can't understand it at all. I can't understand it at all.
Mr. Li tried to inject spiritual power, and some strange words about Mr. Xuehun appeared. What if he injected it again?
The image of the card actually changed.
I see.
There is also a wonderful illusion hidden in this painting.
The fairy music of the Purple Garden lingers around the ears, the music of silk, bamboo, pipa, and zheng is lingering and pathos, touching the heartstrings, the fragrant wind blows by, and lanterns are hung everywhere, swaying and shadowy.
Behind the glazed screen, there is a graceful and colorful silhouette, with various pavilions and pavilions.
Someone was chanting in a low voice, with a soft voice and a smile soaked in honey.
"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy..."
He walked from the screen, raised his eyes and looked up. The tassel on his head was swaying, and his dark hair was neatly tied with red silk and hanging behind him. The goose egg-sized pearls were warm and moist, but they couldn't match the sparkling look in his eyes.
The red lips are slightly parted and look like spring flowers.
Those bright eyebrows were forced to look a bit tortured by the red eyes.
"Nuo, how about drinking this cup of combined wine with me?"
The candlelight danced in those clear eyes.
The wine swayed gently, filled with shyness and joy, and even if it was poisoned with blood sealing the throat, it was still delicious.
It's getting longer, the spring is busy, the bright red mandarin duck bed, the overlapping gauze curtains fascinate the lover's eyes, the dragon and phoenix incense candles in the right spots, the sweet scent of the beast gold incense burner, the wonderful dream that cannot be obtained, everything begins
At--
No, how about drinking this cup of combined wine with me?
SSR cards have card special effects. No one knows whether they will inspire realistic illusions when embodied in reality.
But one thing is for sure.
That is--
The young master in the wedding night is amazing!
The final word came from the ** box immediately.
"Nine hundred thousand spirit stones."
They are determined to get this card!
Dare I ask, who else can afford this price?
"If something like this is exposed, it will damage Xiaofeng's reputation."
Chai Jingyan stood in front of the window, his expression surprisingly hesitant.
No one can stop him from getting what he wants except himself.
He took this painting not because of the breeze in the bridal chamber at night, but just to protect his apprentice's reputation.
Master stroked the ice crystal snowflakes in his hand. After seeing the young apprentice in wedding clothes, his inner thoughts could not calm down, and even his body with low body temperature was slightly warm.
Unknowingly, the indestructible snowflake slowly melted under his touch.
Chai Jingyan let go of his palms, and warm snow water fell from between his fingers, dripping like a joyful spring tide.
Temperature is the best proof.
He took this painting not because of the breeze in the bridal chamber at night, but just to protect his apprentice's reputation.
He took this painting not because of the breeze in the bridal chamber at night, but just to protect his apprentice's reputation.
He took this painting——
Just to get the breeze in the bridal chamber at night.
"One million spiritual stones."
He closed his eyes in self-disgust, and his tone was rare and rude, hard, like an iceberg that has not melted for thousands of years.
The million icebergs were thrown below and immediately stirred up thousands of waves!
"One million spirit stones! Did I hear it right?"
"Even if there is an illusion..."
"Did I witness history? Did I witness legend?" The monk was so excited that he could not speak coherently.
"There's no one higher now, right?"
"Ah ah ah, I really want to be my master's disciple. I'm so doting. I'm so envious of Master Xuehun!"
This atmosphere and liveliness made me think it was the Chinese New Year.
Sen Wulei came to the stage expressionlessly and continued to ask: "Is there any higher one?"
"Hey? Why is it you? Where is your master?"
"I was so excited that I couldn't bear it, so I went down to rest."
All the monks: "..."
Sen Wulei cleared his throat and asked again: "Is there anything higher? Is there anything higher?"
In the magic player's box.
"It's him."
No one dares to challenge Chai Jingyan's financial resources, and no one can challenge his prestige.
Yuan Zeshan suddenly closed the window, his chest heaved and swelled, and finally it turned into a breath of turbid breath, and he exhaled it faintly. When he opened his eyes again, it was the cunning and cunning young master again.
"You want to say that he has no other thoughts about Jiang Qinfeng, but I don't believe it." Mo Wanwan said bitterly.
Actually... she thinks this master is quite good. He pulled the immortal immortal from the mortal world down from the altar, made him emotional, made him lose his heart, fell into the dust, knocked down the mortal world, crazy about love, and trapped by love.
, what a beautiful picture!
The young master in red sneered: "So what if he gets it? If he is not a player, can he conquer it? Can he complete the task? I don't know who will get it. You should think about how to get the list back from Xie Lingtan after the auction is over.
Bar."
After a while, no one responded to him.
Yuan Zeshan tugged at his collar and said angrily: "What, are you mute?"
"Young Master, come and see! Come and see!" Mo Wanwan shouted in surprise.
"I tell you--"
Yuan Zeshan stopped suddenly and couldn't help walking up to take a closer look.
"Then, who is...?"
"It's Xie Lingtan, Xie Xiaojian Shen who just defeated Young Master**! What is he going to do?"
"Is it because of that painting again?"
The monks were whispering to each other,
It’s unimaginable that anyone dares to challenge Chai Jingyan!
The purple-haired monk slowly approached Sen Wu Lei on the stage. His robes were windless and his face was calm. He was like a gorgeous beast hunting gracefully. He looked murderous and was extremely difficult to mess with.
Sen Wulei felt satisfied and took a few steps back.
"Why did you come?"
"I'm here for Master Xuehun's painting."
A gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his words were loud and clear.
"Did you know that Master has now given out one million spirit stones?" Sen Wulei sympathized.
"I know."
"That……"
"Xie Lingtan of the Shangqing Realm is willing to use the Celestial Elephant Sword, the number one magic weapon in the world of cultivation, as a bargaining chip to bid for this painting."
As soon as he finished speaking, the monks in the hall were shocked and speechless.
Even Gongsun Ying looked over in disbelief. His blood surged and he lost control and broke the tea bowl in his hand.
Celestial Sword!
It's the Celestial Sword!
Why is the Celestial Sword here?
...just for a painting?
What a waste!
There was silence for a while.
"Is there a heart-protecting pill? Is there a heart-protecting pill? The old prince can't hold it anymore! Come on!" A waiter was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, like an ant on a hot pot.
The human prince managed to stand up and shook his head: "Hurry up and help me up."
"Your Majesty, let's go out and take a look! Your health can't be delayed!"
Unexpectedly, the old prince waved his hand and said with anger: "Let me take a look at the Celestial Elephant Sword, just once!"
Xu Xiaofeng scratched her head: "...This, does this matter? What is the origin of the Sky Elephant Sword? How could Brother Xie have it?"
"This is the Celestial Elephant Sword. To be honest, in every sense, if I were asked to choose, I would choose the sword," Yan Yiyun shook his head and said, "Today is a series of heroes who have a hard time with beauty."
Jiang Qinfeng was completely confused. He had agreed to go scout the enemy!
Thanks brother for coming back!!
At the same time, the young man in Tsing Yi in the twenty-third box finally opened the window.
He leaned against the window and smiled: "Master Xuehun, I wonder how long such a good scene can last."
Chapter completed!