The female devil starting from the Emperor Burial Star

Chapter 104 Painting

It takes a little while.

Ye Fan used the extraordinary skills of a monk to easily cause the mortals who secretly monitored his family to die in accidents, leaving no one alive.

After dealing with these people, he changed his appearance and changed his long hair into short hair.

Walking upright and leisurely on the bustling streets.

On the way home, Ye Fan passed by an antique street, and suddenly his consciousness caught a trace of extremely obscure mana fluctuations, which made his heart suddenly move.

Got some new ideas.

"Today's earth is no longer suitable for cultivation, and there are not many monks at all."

"Then wouldn't it be easier to find the secret places, scriptures, magical artifacts, etc. left behind by the ancient monks?"

Considering this, Mark was obviously moved.

Because he still lacks the content of the scriptures behind the Four Extremes Secret Realm, not even the most common Dragon Transformation scriptures and Sendai scriptures, let alone the Bible and the Emperor's Scripture.

"The secret realm of Lun Hai is where Pang Bo desperately sent the "Tao Jing" for me to practice. The secret realm of Tao Palace is where that hateful big black dog took me into the Yaochi Holy Land, where I watched the inscriptions of Queen Mother Mo's achievements and obtained the "Western Emperor" "Sutra" to practice."

"Even today's Four Extremes Secret Realm was obtained from the Four Extremes Volume of the "Hengyu Jing" because of Xiao Tingting."

"For the next Dragon Transformation Scroll and Sendai Scroll, we can only find a solution on earth. However, in this Dharma-ending environment, cultivation will only become more difficult and difficult."

Thinking about things in his mind, Ye Fan entered the antique street.

Following the vague fluctuations sensed by his spiritual consciousness, he soon entered the interior of an antique building shop.

The size of this shop is not very large. If placed on this antique street, it can only be considered small-scale. Therefore, some of the antique goods inside are also placed on special shelves.

Ye Fan glanced quickly and calmly.

Finally, he set his sights on a painting that looked a little old and yellowed.

"This little brother, what do you want?" The fat shopkeeper with a big belly showed a fake professional smile and said skillfully: "Although our store is small, the things inside are all genuine."

“Whether it’s a tea cup used by the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, a unique ancient book from the Qing Dynasty, or even a calligraphy from the Song Dynasty, we all have authentic works.”

Ye Fan would not believe a word of what the fat shopkeeper said.

Before he was taken away by the Kowloon coffin, he also wandered around the antique street. Not to mention that everything in it was genuine, but it was almost the same.

Without hesitation, he reached out and pointed at the rolled-up old scroll.

"Bring me that painting."

The fat shopkeeper followed Ye Fan's instructions and looked back to confirm which item he was talking about.

Then he put on his white silk gloves, went over and carefully took off the scroll, made a very precious look, and came to Ye Fan.

Without letting Ye Fan touch it easily, he carefully unfolded it himself.

"Brother, this is the original work of Tang Bohu and Tang Yin, the master painter of the Ming Dynasty - the picture of a tiger descending from the mountain."

"This is out of print, the only one in the world."

Ye Fan heard the words and looked down.

His face suddenly stiffened slightly.

The scroll is mottled and old, and the paper is a little yellowed, looking a bit old. It's just that the tiger in the picture is not fierce at all.

That tiger is almost as fat as a pig.

It gives people a silly feeling like a fat orange cat showing its teeth and claws. "You call this [Tiger Descending Mountain Picture]?" Ye Fan pointed at the silly fat tiger on the scroll and asked in disbelief: "Are you sure this is the authentic work of Tang Bohu?"

"Of course, it's guaranteed to be replaced if it's fake!" The fat shopkeeper said with a serious look on his face, "This authentic painting of Tang Bohu is an heirloom passed down from my ancestors."

"It's just that now I am in urgent need of money, so I have to bear the pain and take out this painting."

"If you want it, brother, I can give you a cheaper price."

"Let me get started and take a look at the goods first." Ye Fan said calmly.

Hearing this, the fat shopkeeper carefully handed the old scroll to Ye Fan, and reminded him with seemingly good intentions: "Brother, you'd better be careful, if you accidentally damage or stain this thing."

"Then you have to buy this authentic painting of Tang Bohu."

Ye Fan couldn't comment and did not respond to the fat shopkeeper's words.

He reached out to take the old and yellowed scroll, rubbed it carefully with his fingers, and quietly sensed the divine power on the back. At the same time, he lowered his head to observe attentively, and secretly used Yuantian's divine sense.

Instantly, he noticed something different about this picture.

The silly fat tiger picture on the outside is actually an external disguise. There is an even more mysterious painting inside, and it is related to a high-ranking monk.

That kind of special Taoist charm is definitely not something that low-level monks can create.

"Did I miss it?!" Ye Fan detected some internal traces and was overjoyed, thinking thoughtfully: "It seems that the painting inside should be something left by a powerful monk in ancient times."

"It's just that I don't know who disguised it, and the advent of the Dharma End environment has caused this monk's treasure to fall into the hands of mortals who don't know the goods at all."

He had previously considered that in the environment of the Dharma Ending Age, the things left by ancient monks would be covered in dust.

I didn’t expect to encounter one as soon as I started.

"It seems that I will have to wander around and search more in the future. There may be other unexpected gains." Ye Fan kept thinking in his mind. On the surface, he pretended to look over and over.

Finally, carefully put down this yellowed picture.

Looking up at the fat shopkeeper sitting across from him, he was keenly aware of the flash of disappointment in his eyes, as if he was disappointed that he had not damaged or soiled the scroll.

"I wonder how the shop owner can sell this painting?"

"It's easy to say. I think this guy is a real person, and it's the first order today, so I'll give you a cheap price." The fat shopkeeper raised a carrot-thick finger to Ye Fan and said with a smile: " Sincere price, one million."

"If you buy the authentic work of Tang Bohu at this price, you will make a lot of money."

"If I hadn't been waiting for money urgently, I wouldn't have sold this authentic painting at such a low price. I would have kept it at home as a family heirloom."

"One hundred yuan, do you want to sell it?" Ye Fan pointed to certain places on the scroll and said, "Here and here, at first glance, they are artificial fakes."

"The cost of the entire fake is no more than twenty yuan at most."

"If you sell it for a hundred yuan, you will also make a profit. If your painting of a fat tiger hadn't looked so cute and silly that you could buy it back to make toys for my daughter, I wouldn't have bothered to buy it."

"I only offered you a hundred yuan? I won't sell it!" The fat shopkeeper refused without hesitation: "Brother, you can leave now, but I won't send you far."

Seeing the other party's deceptive and failed appearance, Ye Fan was too lazy to slowly dally with the other party, and directly used the monk's methods to interfere with the other party's mental thinking.

He casually took out one hundred yuan from the other party's pocket and put it in his hand.

"I bought this thing and gave it to you for one hundred yuan."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the painting fell into Ye Fan's hands.

(End of this chapter)