Hearing this, Meng Xiaobao was a little disapproving, but still nodded.
"oh?"
Old Chen's eyes lit up.
The people around were confused. What do you mean?
What is true or false?
Bei Tangxue asked doubtfully: "Mr. Chen, what is the origin of this calligraphy and painting? Is it authentic?"
Mr. Chen nodded quickly and replied: "Of course it is true! Not only is it true, but it is also a beautiful painting of flowers and birds that was lost to the world by the poet Li Taibai. Unexpectedly, this painting is actually on a folding fan!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone who heard it couldn't help but secretly scream in their hearts that they were so terrified.
The smile at the corner of Meng Xiaobao's mouth became thicker and he said with a slight smile: "Then... can you give me an estimate?"
The old man thought for a moment and said: "Preliminary estimate, 1.5 million Dan coins!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was amazed.
Especially Nangong Wentian, who was standing beside him, looked as if he was a bitter melon!
It doesn’t matter if I spend three to four hundred thousand to buy something, but I don’t know the goods. It doesn’t matter even if everything is ruined. But it’s a pity that not only did I not make any money, but I also gave away one and a half million of the elixir coins!
The reactions around him became more and more intense. Beitang Kongxuan looked at Meng Xiaobao and became more and more satisfied with him. He was very satisfied with this son-in-law.
His acting style is quite vigorous and resolute, and will not cause any delays. It is difficult to find such a good son-in-law!
"It seems that you really hide everything!"
Mr. Chen was very satisfied, and his attitude towards this back became even better.
"Absolutely! Mr. Chen, if you like it, I'll give this painting to you, but you have to uncover it, because I'm curious, there may be something interesting hidden behind this painting!"
Meng Xiaobao's casual words made everyone around him take a breath.
"Are you serious?"
Mr. Chen stared at Meng Xiaobao with wide eyes. Although 1.5 million was nothing to him, he still wouldn't be so generous if he was asked to give it away.
Meng Xiaobao nodded, "It's all small things. Nangong Dashaobai gave it to me. I didn't spend a dime. I don't feel any pressure at all to give it away."
After saying this, Young Master Nangong resisted the urge to vomit blood and looked at the Xiuzhen flower and bird painting on the fan. That is my thing! That is mine!
For some reason, Young Master Nangong always felt like he had eaten a fly, but in front of many seniors, he did not dare to say anything and could only smile.
Mr. Chen took a deep breath and bowed slightly to express his gratitude.
"I, Old Chen, am not someone who takes advantage of others. One hundred and fifty... no, two million Dan coins. I have collected this painting. As for the one with the fan bone that you mentioned, I won't wait until all the flowers come down. I'm here."
Let me tell you the clues."
After the agreement was reached, Mr. Chen immediately ordered people to start dismantling the painting. After all, the fan bone was not valuable, mainly the painting.
"Master Chen is serious, please wait for the latest news!"
Everyone present held their breath and concentrated, waiting for the new impact.
Many people can't believe it. Is there really some other mystery behind this painting?
Is there so many good things for just buying random things from street stalls?
In less than an hour, the entire painting was dismantled. Although there was a little wear and tear, it was still out of the way and could be maintained.
And behind that painting, there is indeed a mystery.
There are eight formulas on which fan bone.
After thinking silently in his heart, Meng Xiaobao felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and handed him over to Beitang Kongxuan.
When the Beitang family saw the writing on it clearly, they used their right hand to smash it into pieces.
This sudden scene left everyone present very confused as to what was going on.
The next thing will be a bit boring. Although there are many valuable items in the auction, it is obvious that Beitang Kongxuan and Meng Xiaobao are no longer thinking about it.
After returning to the place where they lived, the two finally relaxed.
Seeing her father and Meng Xiaobao acting like they were facing formidable enemies, Beitang Xue was very confused.
"What happened? Why do I feel like you are not interested in participating in this auction? It's all because of the fan bone. What is going on?"
Beitang Kongxuan looked at his daughter and motioned for her to sit next to him.
"There are eight sentences on the fan bone. On the head of the bone, there are four types of "Qinglian Sword Song" carved on it."
Hearing this, Beitang Xue covered her mouth in surprise. She finally knew why the two of them were so careful.
"Qinglian Sword Song", the famous swordsmanship of the poet Li Taibai!
In ancient times, Li Taibai's poems may not be as famous as they are now, but there is no doubt that the opponent's strength is second to none among warriors.
According to legend, "Qinglian Sword Song" is a top-level earth-level martial skill. If it can be fully understood, its power is not inferior to that of heaven-level martial arts.
And what is the scope of heaven-level martial arts?
Among the four major inherited families in the Four Seas Region, the strongest martial arts is just the inherited martial arts of the Dongfang Family, which is an intermediate-level martial arts.
But just relying on this intermediate level martial arts, the other three major families did not dare to offend the Dongfang Family, because once a full-scale war broke out, no one would care about the Dongfang Family's opponents in a one-on-one situation.
One against two, if the Dongfang family is willing, these two families will definitely be destroyed, unless the three families come together.
But who can guarantee that these three realms will work together!
"Dad, are you practicing now?"
Bei Tangxue looked at the two of them and they seemed to be in bad condition.
Beitang Kongxuan shook his head slightly: "No, because this "Qinglian Sword Song" is incomplete, or it is only half of it, and the remaining half has not been discovered."
Hearing this, Meng Xiaobao suddenly realized something and said immediately: "I think we may have overlooked one thing. In addition to poetry, wine, and swords, Li Taibai also has paintings!"
""Qinglian Sword Song" can be said to put the sword manual into the poem. This can be regarded as occupying two, and painting and wine?
Could it be that that painting is the second half of "Green Lotus Sword Song"?"
These words also reminded Beitang Kongxuan.
"Yes, you are right. No wonder, when I first looked at that painting, I always felt that something was not right. It must be the painting that Lao Chen took away. Appreciating the painting, coupled with the thoughts on the fan bone,
This is the complete "Qinglian Sword Song"!"
After figuring this out, Meng Xiaobao couldn't stand it any longer, and immediately prepared to get up and go to Lao Chen's home, but before he could go out, he was stopped by Beitang Kongxuan.
"There's no need to be in a hurry. Going in such a hurry may arouse others' suspicion. Go back tomorrow morning to recharge your batteries."
Meng Xiaobao nodded. Cultivation is not something that happens overnight, it is a step-by-step process, not to mention that this is a top-level earth-level martial skill that is comparable to heaven-level martial arts.