Lu Feiyang saw the piece of paper spread out on the corner of the table.
Originally, he just glanced at it casually and then looked away.
But the next moment, he seemed to sense something, and his eyes moved back.
"These words..." He frowned.
This piece of paper is the peace talisman that Su Yun wrote "All evils will not invade".
However, Xu Zhijun sprinkled wine on it, and most of the writing on it had melted away and became dirty.
Only the last word "invasion" is left, which seems to have just been soaked and the ink has not completely melted away.
Lu Feiyang felt a special meaning from it.
It was as if there was a will directly pressing down on his mind.
"Where did this paper come from?" Lu Feiyang asked in a deep voice.
Fatty Qian originally wanted to tell Lu Feiyang what happened to Su Yun as a joke.
However, at this moment, he saw something was wrong with Lu Feiyang's expression, so he quickly said in a short sentence: "This is a friend of Ye Ting's who gave it to her. It was folded into a peace charm, saying it was to keep her safe."
Lu Feiyang's face looked gloomy and uncertain.
Xu Zhijun also saw that Lu Feiyang's reaction was not right, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Lu, is there anything special about this piece of paper?"
Lu Feiyang shook his head and said: "The paper is nothing special, but the words written on it are a little special. I feel a little unusual, but I can't put my finger on it."
After speaking, he hesitated, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.
After the call was connected, Lu Feiyang said respectfully: "Master, I'm sorry to bother you. I saw a page here. There must be some special words written on it, just like the "words" you mentioned to me before.
There is divine will in it." Yes! Can you come over and take a look?"
After hanging up the phone, Lu Feiyang took a long breath.
"Brother Lu, are you telling the truth? These words seem ordinary to me." Xu Zhijun couldn't help but say.
"Yes, Brother Lu, there are a lot of calligraphy hangings in my father's study. Some of them were written by masters from the Provincial Calligraphy Association. Compared with those calligraphy, these words are simply not worthy of mention."
Fatty Qian also said.
Lu Feiyang shook his head, with a deep expression on his face, and said: "If you don't understand, just shut up! Wait until my master has seen it before you talk!"
When Xu Zhijun and others heard this, they didn't dare to say anything anymore.
It didn't take a while.
The door was pushed open.
The manager of Wangxian Tower led an old man in with a respectful look.
The old man was wearing a white Tang suit. His hair was gray, but he was full of energy. His appearance looked ordinary, but he had an intimidating aura.
"Master!" Lu Feiyang stood up immediately to greet him.
The old man in Tang suit waved his hand and asked: "Where is the page you are talking about?"
"Over there." Lu Feiyang pointed to the corner of the table.
The old man in Tang suit could not help but twitch his cheeks slightly when he saw that the piece of paper was almost soaked to pieces, but he still moved closer to take a look.
The ink marks on the first three characters have melted away and become smudged. Only half of the fourth character has not melted away.
The old man in Tang suit only glanced at it, and then his body was shaken, as if struck by lightning, as if a long knife condensed in the font and struck him on the head.
Kick, kick, kick!
The old man in Tang suit took a few steps back, his face full of shock.
"Grandmaster's handwriting!"
"It turns out to be a handwriting of the Grandmaster!"
The old man in Tang suit exclaimed, as excited as an ancient Confucian who saw the manuscript of Confucius Sheng.
"Master, you, you mean these words were all written by a strong master?" Lu Feiyang said in shock.
He is no longer an idiot in the martial arts world, so he naturally understands the weight represented by the word "grandmaster".
The Grandmaster, the existence of martial arts and spiritual power!
The old man in Tang suit took a deep breath, nodded and said: "And these words were not written casually by the strong master, but he concentrated his mental consciousness, condensed his own supreme martial arts will, and integrated it into the pen.
of.
Every word contains his supreme martial arts will!
These four words, "No evil will invade," are here, and any bad luck, bad luck, filth, evil spirits, or sneakiness will not be able to invade you!"
At this point, deep regret flashed through the tone of the old man in Tang suit: "What a pity! What a pity! The glyphs have been destroyed, and the martial arts will in them has lost the bearing of the fonts, and will soon dissipate completely."
When everyone in the venue heard this, their expressions changed continuously.
If someone else had said this, everyone would just think it was the gossip of a charlatan.
But the person speaking now is Er Shao Lu’s master, that immortal figure with extraordinary strength!
"With just a few words, are they really that valuable? How much can they be worth?" Fatty Qian couldn't help but ask.
The old man in Tang suit sighed, shook his head and said: "How to price a priceless thing?"
A powerful master, with his status as such, would never sell a handwritten letter that incorporates his own martial arts will.
If you want to sell it with money, you are insulting the master!
"However, more than ten years ago, I heard that there was a top family member in the capital who asked a Taoist master from the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain for the words 'family peace' for a price of tens of millions per word." The old man in Tang suit said.
said.
"Ten million per word?"
Hearing this, everyone in the venue widened their eyes.
One word is worth ten million, doesn’t that mean that these four words are worth forty million?
The faces of these rich kids in the venue all turned pale.
Forty million, for them, that is also an astronomical number.
For example, Xu Zhijun's family has assets in the hundreds of millions, but that refers to net worth. If his family were to come up with available cash, they would be able to get up to tens of millions at most in one go.
Moreover, the 40 million mentioned by the old man in Tang suit was already more than ten years ago.
I'm afraid it will have to be doubled now.
Ye Ting's delicate little face suddenly turned extremely pale.
She never expected that the birthday gift Su Yun gave her would be so expensive.
Only now did she finally understand why, after she rejected the peace charm, Su Yun told her not to regret it in the future.
Xu Zhijun's face also turned a little pale.
Because it was he who poured a glass of wine on it before, causing this piece of paper worth tens of millions to be completely destroyed.
He was afraid that Ye Ting would blame him, so he quickly said: "Ye Ting, you can't blame me for this. This is what I said I wanted to throw away."
Ye Ting smiled miserably, unable to stop feeling regret in her heart.
"Where did you get this piece of paper?" the old man in Tang suit asked in a deep voice.
"Master, today is this little girl's twentieth birthday. One of her friends gave her this thing as a gift. But these people thought it was a joke and discarded it like a pair of worn-out shoes." Lu Feiyang replied.
After hearing this, the old man in Tang suit took a deep look at Ye Ting and said, "Your friend seems to know the value of this piece of paper, so he solemnly gave it to you. It's a pity that you
Not cherishing it. No matter how much it is worth, it is only secondary. It is a treasure that can truly protect you for the rest of your life."
Ye Ting burst into tears when she heard this.
She quickly took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Su Yun.
However, she can no longer reach this number.
After Su Yun left Wangxian Tower, he had blocked her.
After today's farewell, Su Yun cut off the trace of affection between the past and present lives.
From now on, I won’t recognize strangers when I meet each other in the future!