"You are so bold! You dare to extort money in public. Do you know who he is?" The attendants behind him all went crazy. In their opinion, the painting seller was simply a lunatic, and he was not far from death... Blackmailing the current couple
The prince and the emperor's master, what kind of crime is this? Just think about it and you will know.
And they also suspected that he was not only a madman, but also a fool, because judging from their clothes and formation, even the most stupid people should know that they are either rich or noble and cannot be easily provoked.
How dare this person extort money like this, and speak so righteously, if he is not crazy, then he is so thick-skinned that no one has ever done it before or since!
Seeing the attendants approaching, the voice under the bamboo hat suddenly became a little colder: "Why, do you still want to take action?"
"Just do it! Do you know who you offended? It's so bold!"
A big man with a golden sword stepped forward, his eyes wide open. He seemed to be the leader of this group of guards. He had raised his hand and was about to order the stall to be smashed. However, before he could shout, his head was hit by the expensive man.
The angry young man slashed hard: "I want you to step back. You don't understand human speech, do you?"
"Second Emperor... Young Master, be careful of being deceived, this person has bad intentions..." The short-sighted guard wanted to remind you a few words, but unfortunately he only spoke half of the words, and the other half was glared at by his young master with a fierce eye roll.
Swallowed it back.
Seeing the group of people retreating, the noble young man quickly bowed and said: "Master, I was shocked. These people have always been rude, and they will be trained well after they return."
"Humph, I only sell this painting to people who are destined to be destined. If you click one eye, it's 10,000 taels of gold, and two eyes make a total of 20,000 taels. If you don't click, I can sell it to you for one thousand taels." A cold snort came from under the bamboo hat:
"Do you want to buy it or not? If not, don't waste my time. Logically speaking, I have already closed the stall and gone home to rest."
"Buy, buy, buy! Of course I have to buy!" said the old man surnamed Liu: "It's just that I am short of money today. Twenty thousand taels of gold is really not a small amount. Can you please help me put my eyes on my eyes first and leave my address?
Send someone to deliver the money?"
"I'm tired, why don't I go back and light up my eyes, and let's trade again at this time tomorrow?" After saying that, he put the painting away without saying a word and prepared to leave.
Seeing this, the old man grabbed him, faced behind him and shouted: "Don't get the money yet!" He suddenly felt that if he missed this opportunity today, he would never see him again in the future.
This is an expert.
In fact, the old man's feeling was true. In fact, Zhuo Yifan was planning to change his place to sell paintings. But the old man caught him now, which made Zhuo Yifan feel a little interesting again. He stopped and
The painting was handed to the old man again.
At the same time, a huge gold ticket of one thousand taels was also presented.
Everyone saw the painting seller take the golden ticket directly, without even checking whether it was genuine or not, and put it directly into his arms. Then he pushed the cart and left in a hurry.
The old man got the painting as he wished, looked at the latter's back, and suddenly said: "Old Liu Changqing, do you know the name of this master? If the master is free, please be sure to light up the little old man's eyes. I will definitely bring him.
Make enough money."
Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan suddenly had a clever idea in his mind. As he continued to move forward, he said: "These paintings are not made by me, they are just the humble works of my disciples. If you want to pay attention, you can go to him."
"Master, please be sure to leave the name of the disciple!" came a voice from behind.
Zhuo Yifan's steps suddenly stagnated, and he said slowly: "Long Kongxuan, Lin Fan."
Then Zhuo Yifan put on his bamboo hat and strode away, leaving behind Liu Changqing and the second prince Beitang Huan who were thinking about it.
"Who are you thinking of?" Liu Changqing looked at Beitang Huan and asked. He usually lived in the deep palace for a long time and rarely went to such a place of wine and meat. Even when he left the palace this time, he was ordered by the king to bring Beitang Huan to him.
I just brought it back, I really can't think of anyone.
Long Kongxuan, Lin Fan? Beitang Huan stood there and thought for a long time. He was a frequent customer of Longkongxuan. He knew all the high-ranking nobles there, but he had never heard of anyone named Lin Fan. Could it be that he was a newcomer?
The person in charge?
…
It was already midnight when he returned from the market. Zhuo Yifan returned to the workhouse with the painting bucket in his arms, collected the paintings one by one, washed himself briefly, and then fell asleep. This time he gained a lot, not only
The one thousand taels he harvested covered his future expenses. More importantly, he had already won over two members of the royal family.
This was not something he did deliberately, everything he did was to pave the way for his good disciple.
In fact, he had received news from Long Kongxuan earlier, saying that the Chinese concubine in the palace had given birth to a prince. The king of the country, Beitang Xianlong, was very happy and planned to choose three auspicious days this month.
Amnesty is granted to the whole world, and the whole world celebrates.
And this prince is the reincarnation of Lin Fan, Zhuo Yifan's good disciple.
It was still dark, but Zhuo Yifan woke up early. I wonder if it was because of Lin Fan's reincarnation and the influence of his fate that he had been unable to sleep deeply these days.
While it was still early, he started to tidy up the workspace.
The empty workhouse was filled with paintings. Zhuo Yifan swept around and put away the scrolls of his parents and relatives, then put all the paintings with them into a painting bucket, planning to take them to the fire house to burn.
Except for those of his parents and relatives, Zhuo Yifan doesn't care at all whether the rest are sold or burned. Because these things are just tools for him to understand Taoism. Perhaps in the eyes of others,
It was worth a thousand pieces of gold, but in his eyes it was worthless as a pile of waste paper.
It was still early, and after finishing the extra paintings, Zhuo Yifan received breakfast and started working in the fire room.
Zhuo Yifan added a bundle of firewood and looked at the flames spurting out of the fire with a pair of slightly absent-minded eyes.
At this moment, all thoughts stopped, and a kind of tranquility settled in my heart.
Unknowingly, he had become accustomed to the heat and loneliness here. This extremely hot environment made him feel extremely at ease. It was like a funnel that could filter out all the impurities in his body and mind.
"My way...my heart..." With the heat of the fire in his eyes, Zhuo Yifan slowly turned his head and looked at the painting bucket at his feet. At this moment, there was the last painting in the bucket.
.That was the old woodcutter who gave him his copy of "Reed Galaxy Map".
Zhuo Yifan stared at the bucket for a long time, his eyes flashing with depth, and then quietly dissipated little by little. The evil energy accumulated on his body due to the murder a month ago completely disappeared. At this moment, Zhuo Yifan has become an ordinary person.
The ordinary people have no spiritual power, no knowledge of spiritual science, no mental power, no knowledge of soul skills, no knowledge of flying, and have completely forgotten even the most basic breathing skills.
"Let my Word melt into this fire."
Finally, he smiled lightly, clamped the last painting in the barrel firmly with the tongs, and resolutely put it into the fire, watching it turn into ashes bit by bit... (To be continued.)