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Chapter 82 'Missing', 'Sadness' and 'Emotion'

Jiang Yi seemed to be completely silent, ignoring the two of them. He took a deep look at the stunning woman in the painting, put the painting aside, and started writing again.

What appeared this time was a handsome and elegant middle-aged man, but it was not exactly a portrait, but a scene of Jiang Bieli sacrificing his life to save him. There was a terrifying big handprint in the sky. Jiang Bieli held up his black shield and directed it towards the big man without hesitation.

He rushed away with his handprints, a look of determination on his face.

"When you see this vision, it means that I am dead. Please don't be sad, because I am so incompetent as a father that I am not worthy of your sadness."

Jiang Yi's words about the illusion left by Jiang Bieling echoed in Jiang Yi's mind again, and his whole person was silent in sadness. He looked at the scroll blankly, his eyes gradually narrowed.

The eyes of Feng Luan and Qing Yu at the back were like a flood, out of control. They felt deep sadness from this painting. This painting seemed to have inexplicable magic power that could make people automatically

Silence in sorrow.

"laugh"

Jiang Yi put the painting aside and started painting again. This time, he painted a character, a girl, a girl with a pretty face all over her body. The girl stood on the tattered city wall, surrounded by people.

It was a sergeant and a dead body. The girl was dressed in a white dress and her black hair was flying in the wind. Blood was still dripping from the corner of her mouth, but she had a happy smile on her face. The shining light in her eyes seemed to tell the world that she had

How much happiness.

"Pa bang bang..."

The pen stops and the ink stops.

But this time, a tear fell from Jiang Yi's eyes. He quickly turned away and did not dare to look at the scroll. But when he turned around, he found that Feng Luan and Qingniao were both looking at him, with distress and pity in their eyes.

There were tears on everyone's face. After confirming that Jiang Yi would no longer paint, the two of them rushed over and threw themselves into Jiang Yi's arms.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

Seeing the two women's plump shoulders shaking from sobbing, he forced a smile, hugged the two of them tightly with his hands, and his eyes had long since regained clarity. He had always been like this, never showing his inner vulnerability in front of everyone, because

He is their God, the God that can never collapse

"Feng'er, how about taking a look at these three paintings of mine?"

After the two people's emotions stabilized a bit, Jiang Yi said confidently. Feng Luan raised his head and wiped his eyes. Instead of looking at the three paintings, he looked at Jiang Yi infatuatedly and said: "Master, these three paintings are all condensed."

The Dao pattern was carved. The first one has the power of light, the second one has the power of destruction, and the third one has the power of wind. These three paintings are all celestial paintings. There is not much progress in painting skills. They barely reach the level of

The level of painting master, but - these three paintings contain three special emotions. The first one can make people miss, the second one can make people sad, and the third one can make people emotional, so these three paintings

The value of paintings is immeasurable..."

Qingyu interjected: "Sir, these three paintings are so good, why don't we sell them? We can paint other heavenly paintings."

"Yes." Feng Luan also came to his senses and said, "These three paintings are priceless treasures in my heart. Sir, let's not sell them, okay?"

"Sell"

Jiang Yi said very firmly: "It is precisely because these three paintings are precious that I want to sell them. I want more people to see these three paintings and spread the word "Yi Piao Piao", maybe...

One day, when she learns about these paintings, she will come to me."

Feng Luan and Qing Yu looked at each other, and Feng Luan asked in a solemn voice: "Who is Yi Piao Piao?"

Jiang Yi looked at the first painting, with a gentle look on his lips, and said softly: "This is the woman, my mother."

"Well..."

The two of them murmured softly. Jiang Yi had not told them about his past affairs, and rarely mentioned it when talking to Jiang Xiaonu. Only now did they know that Jiang Yi's signature "Yi Piao Piao" in his previous paintings turned out to be his mother's.

Dear, his name also has a special meaning.

Qingyu tilted his head and asked: "Sir, where is your mother? Why hasn't she come to you now?"

The light in Jiang Yi's eyes dimmed, he shook his head and said, "I don't know, I'm tired. You can frame some of these paintings and let Wanguan take them out and sell them..."

"Um"

Feng Luan and Qing Yu didn't try to persuade them anymore. After all, this painting had extraordinary significance. Feng Luan picked up the brush and gently left three signatures in Piaopiao's clothes on the three paintings. Qing Yu quickly found some mounting materials to decorate the three paintings.

The painting is framed.

Qingyu had a sudden idea and said: "Sister, give these three paintings a name."

"good"

Feng Luan thought for a while and left two words on each of the three paintings: "Missing", "Sad" and "Emotional".

In addition to being engraved with Taoist patterns, these three paintings can also convey special emotions to people. Feng Luan carefully placed the three paintings in three Zen wooden boxes with his own hands, then took them out and handed them to Qian Wankuan.

He solemnly explained: "These three paintings are of high value. Don't sell them directly. See if there are any big auctions in the city. Auctions usually only charge a 10% handling fee."

"Auction?"

Qian Wanguan looked at the three Zen wooden boxes suspiciously and asked: "Generally, things at auctions are of high value. Has the boss's painting skills improved greatly?"

"Don't worry about it." Feng Luan waved his hand and said, "I'll ask the young master to teleport you out. You act according to the plan we discussed and don't reveal your whereabouts."

Qian Wanguan nodded and Feng Luan went to find Jiang Yi. A white light flashed in the imperial palace and Qian Wanguan was teleported out. He exchanged a few words with Jin Jiao and went out alone.

"Hello, sir, where is the largest auction in the city?"

He changed his appearance, went to the city lord's palace, and handed a ring to a guard without leaving any trace. The man glanced at it with his consciousness and immediately smiled: "There is no biggest auction in the city, because there is only one in the city. You go to Shenci Square to find Situ."

Chamber of Commerce. There are only three days until the God’s Gift Festival, and the Situ Chamber of Commerce’s God’s Gift Festival auction will be the biggest this year. If you want to buy or sell something, hurry up.”

"So lucky?"

Qian Wankuan was secretly delighted. The grander the auction, the more big names would come, and the higher the price would be. If these three paintings could really be auctioned, they might be able to sell for a high price.

He hurriedly walked toward the largest square in the city, which was the center of the city. The four major families also occupied the four sides of the square. He had already found out about these things, and found the Situ family's chamber of commerce with familiarity.

.

After entering the Chamber of Commerce, he was taken to a small hall by a maid, and a steward received him: "This guest, what do you want to auction? This time, because it is the God's Gift Festival auction, the price is less than 100 million.

Treasures are not eligible to participate in the auction."

"One hundred million?"

The corners of Qian Waguan's mouth twitched. Could these three paintings be worth 100 million? You must know that Jiang Yi's previous paintings only sold two million sky stones. Even if they were doubled ten times, they would only be able to sell 60 million sky stones.

At this point, he couldn't retreat. He could only grit his teeth and take out three large Zen wooden boxes from the ring, put them on the counter and said: "These are three celestial paintings. Please ask an appraiser to identify the roughness of the paintings."

Price."

"Heaven painting?"

The steward sneered and waved his hand directly: "Sorry, we have already accepted hundreds of sky paintings this time, so... we can't accept your painting. Can you put it at the next auction in three months?"

"Three months later?"

Qian Wagguan's body trembled with fat. They didn't have many heavenly stones on them. If they didn't sell paintings to make money, how could they buy the Shenwei Pill? If they couldn't withstand Shenwei's soul attack, he, Qingyu and the others might all be doomed...


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