Hearing his father's roar, Ye Tian held back his laughter and said, "Dad, I will transfer the money to you later and you can buy a few more paintings. Picasso lived for ** ten years and he has many works!"
"It would be nice if I had money to buy it. Do you know that if Mr. Tang hadn't helped me with that painting in Hong Kong last time, I wouldn't have been able to take it!"
Ye Dongping glanced out the window and lowered his voice and said: "You brat, don't think that I can't cure you with your mother's help. I...I can't afford to offend your mother. I'll beat my grandson!"
Listening to Ye Dongping's unscrupulous words, Ye Tian knew that his father was angry this time, and quickly said: "Don't bother me, Dad, let's do this. When I have time, I will go to the Louvre in Paris to see what I can do."
I can’t get you some authentic Picasso paintings!”
Picasso lived to be ninety-two years old and spent most of his life in Paris, so the Louvre has many of his works. Ye Tian was not unreasonable. He wanted to wait for the superpowers from Switzerland.
After the conference, I went for a walk around to fulfill my dad’s wish as an international collector.
"You're a smart kid!"
After receiving Ye Tian's promise, Ye Dongping hung up the phone angrily. He knew his son's ability and said that if he painted a few paintings, he could really get it. He didn't care whether it was stealing or robbing. Anyway, the Eight-Nation Allied Forces were in power that year.
Cultural relics taken from China were also stolen.
Hu Hu, who was taking advantage of the traffic flow, couldn't help but glance at Ye Tian. What he said just now was as if the Louvre was owned by his family. How could he speak so loudly?
But Hu Hu didn't know that there was really no difference between the two. As long as Ye Tian was willing, he could even touch the bedside of the President of the United States at night, let alone just go to the Louvre to "pass" a few Picasso paintings.
Hu Hu's driving skills are really good. With a large number of police cars, he arrived at the airport without any danger. Following the old rules, Ye Tian and Zhou Xiaotian got out of the car, leaving Lei Hu to dispatch the British police.
They are.
Ye Tianhangdao's application was assisted by the embassy. More than 20 minutes after he entered the airport, the plane soared into the blue sky and flew towards Switzerland.
But just over half an hour after Ye Tian's flight took off, a group of people in black suits came to the British Museum. They gathered all the people who had come into contact with Ye Tian and conducted a rigorous review. Naturally, the first person to bear the brunt was the British Museum.
A deputy director of the British Museum, Jack Cocks, who believed that he had made a great contribution to the British Museum.
This review lasted for three days in total. British agents enlarged and washed the photos of the traded album throughout the house, and invited scholars with profound knowledge of Chinese culture to conduct anatomy and analysis.
But after several days of identification, even if they knew that this was a book used by ancient Chinese people for divination and divination, they could not see any secrets from these pictures, and in the end they could only treat the matter as a top secret.
The files were sealed——
"Master, is this fragment of "Pushing Back Picture" really worth exchanging it for a Picasso oil painting?"
After the plane took off, Zhou Xiaotian raised the question that had been pressing in his mind. He was the one who accompanied Ye Dongping to take this painting. He naturally knew its high price. In Zhou Xiaotian's view, Ye Tian's behavior was indeed a bit wasteful.
"What are Picasso's paintings? How can they be compared with "Push Back Picture"?"
Ye Tian curled his lips, opened the box casually, and said: "Although you are not yet a spiritual soul, your spiritual consciousness is very strong. You try to use your spiritual consciousness to sense this picture album."
"Use your spiritual consciousness to explore this picture album?" Zhou Xiaotian was stunned for a moment after hearing this. Although he was a little confused, he still released his spiritual consciousness as Ye Tian said. However, when his spiritual consciousness came into contact with the picture album, his mind felt like
It was a sharp prick with a needle and it stung extremely.
"What...what's going on?"
Zhou Xiaotian hugged his head tightly, and the feeling of needles almost made him faint. It took four or five minutes for Zhou Xiaotian's pale complexion to regain its rosy look.
"I don't know what's going on, but the energy contained in this push-back picture is worth trading for a Picasso oil painting."
Ye Tian shook his head solemnly. With his cultivation at this time, he did not dare to release his soul rashly to explore the fragments of "Tui Bei Diagram". The energy in it was like a scourge. If it were vented,
In an instant, Ye Tian's soul can be blasted to pieces.
Zhou Xiaotian looked at the fragment of the scroll with lingering fear and said, "It's worth it, Master. Is this the magic weapon you mentioned?"
"Magic weapon? I feel it is more powerful than the natal flying sword." Ye Tian shook his head and took out another fragment of the scroll brought by Zhou Xiaotian.
"This should be the bottom page and the middle part. The first half is still missing. Hey, what's going on?" Ye Tian put the two fragments together. Just when the two fragments were just connected,
A sudden change occurred.
The two old-looking fragments of the book, as if calling each other, were suddenly connected tightly. A huge suction force emanated from the half of the "Pushing Back Picture", and the glass of the cabin suddenly glowed.
There was a crisp "click" sound, and it suddenly cracked.
"Damn it, can't bro, I can't fly?"
Song Weilan's top-notch private jet was flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters. There were six windows in the cabin. When all six windows were broken, the cabin instantly entered a state of weightlessness, and gusts of cold wind surged into the cabin.
And enter.
Fortunately, Song Weilan had already dismissed the flight attendants and only used an active-duty fighter pilot in the army. Ye Tian and Zhou Xiaotian turned to internal breathing at the same time as the glass shattered, and their feet seemed to be rooted to the floor.
The howling wind could not move them even a little bit.
"Mr. Ye, what happened?" the pilot's voice came from the cabin. Countless red lights on his dashboard were flashing, indicating the danger in the cabin.
"It's okay, keep flying the plane and land at the scheduled airport!"
Just the broken glass of the cabin did not make Ye Tian panic, and his attention was focused on the "Push Back Picture" placed on the table.
Because when all the items in the cabin were weightless and floating, the "Tui Bei Tu" actually didn't move at all, and didn't even turn a page. When the violent wind blew to the "Tui Bei Tu", it would immediately
Melted into it silently.
"Is it absorbing spiritual energy on its own?" A thought came to Ye Tian's mind. Compared with the turbid air on the ground, the spiritual energy contained in the atmosphere at high altitude is undoubtedly more abundant. The performance of "Tuibei Tu" at this time is like
It's like a bottomless pit, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy in the air.
And with the influx of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, the old yellow color of the original "Pushing Back Picture" with yellowish white pages was gone, revealing a white luster like ivory or jade, revealing the top pattern.
I don't know when it disappeared.
"Mr. Ye, no, the situation is urgent, I must land immediately!"
Just when Ye Tian was observing the changes in the "Push Back Diagram", the pilot's voice rang out again. Although the engine was not damaged, based on his experience, it would only take three seconds for the glass to break at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
In minutes, a living person can be frozen into popsicles.
"Keep driving. This is an order. You can inspect the plane after arriving at Swiss International Airport!"
Ye Tian's voice rang in the driver's ears like a yellow bell, carrying an irresistible pressure. Looking at the mileage on the dashboard, it was only a ten-minute flight away from Switzerland. The driver was at
While lowering the flight altitude, we began to contact the Swiss airport to coordinate the landing.
As the altitude of the aircraft decreases, the strong wind in the cabin also weakens, and the speed of "Tui Bei Tu" absorbing spiritual energy also slows down.
More than ten minutes later, when the plane, which looked like it had been robbed in the cabin, landed at the Swiss International Airport, the terrifying suction power exuded by "Push Back Picture" had completely disappeared.
"Huh? Why are the patterns on it gone? Is this... is this still the "Tui Bei Tu"?"
Ye Tian took a step forward and took "Tui Bei Tu" in his hand, only to find that the original more than ten pages seemed to be glued together, and there were only three non-gold and non-jade pages left in this half of "Tui Bei Tu"
, the middle two are one white and one black, while the bottom one is made of slightly thicker material, with a blood-red word "death" written on the ground.
"Holy shit, what's going on?"
Ye Tian stared at the word "death", and his head suddenly felt dizzy. The soul in Ni Gongwan seemed to be pulled out by the word "death". Ye Tian was so frightened that he quickly looked away and never looked back.
I dare not look at that word.
Regardless of studying it carefully, Ye Tian put the "Push Back Picture" that had shrunk to the size of a palm into his arms, because the sirens were blaring on the airport runway, and several fire ambulances were speeding towards the plane parked on the runway.
Come.
"Mr. Ye, are you...are you okay?"
When the pilot opened the cockpit door and looked at the messy cabin, he looked at Ye Tian and the two in disbelief.
This experienced fighter pilot thought that the cabin glass had been shattered for more than ten minutes. Even if the two people had not frozen to death, they would have almost turned into popsicles. Looking at the two lively people, his brain could not help but think.
Confusion began.
"We're fine, hurry up and fix the plane in the next few days!" Ye Tian pulled down the safety door and jumped out of the plane. He saw a man in middle-aged clothes walking out of a car parked under the plane.
Fucking] pretending to be an officer.
"Mr. Ye, I'm here to pick you up. Did something unexpected happen?" Ye Tian guessed correctly. The officer was the military attache from the embassy in Switzerland who got the news and came to greet him.