Demon Eye Shura

"Bold and unreasonable! Dare to blackmail in public, do you know who he is?" The attendants behind him all went into a rage. In their view, the painting seller was a lunatic, and his death was not far away. What kind of crime is it to blackmail the second prince and the emperor's fu?Just think about it.

And they also suspect that this is not only a lunatic, but also a fool, because judging from their clothes and posture, no matter how stupid people are, they should know that they are either rich or expensive, and they cannot be easily provoked.

This person dared to blackmail like this, and even said such righteous words, if he wasn't crazy, his thick skin would be unprecedented!

Seeing those attendants approaching, the voice under the bamboo hat suddenly became a little colder: "Why, do you still want to do it?"

"Just do it! Do you know who you offended! It's so bold!"

A big man with a golden knife stepped forward, his eyes wide open.It seems to be the leader of this group of guards.He had already raised his hand, and was about to order to smash the stall, but before he could shout out, his head was slashed by the noble boy: "I told you to back down, don't you understand people's words? "

"Second Emperor...Sir, be careful of being deceived, this person has intentions..." The short-eyed guard wanted to remind a few words, but unfortunately he only said half of the words, and the remaining half was stared at by his young master with a fierce white eye swallowed it back.

Seeing this group of people retreat, the noble young man hurriedly bowed and said, "Master was surprised. These people have always been rude. When they go back, they will definitely teach them well."

"Huh, I only sell this painting for predestined people. I order one eye for 1 taels of gold, and two for a total of 2 taels. If you don't order it, I can sell it to you for 1000 taels." A cold snort came from under the bamboo hat: " Are you going to buy it or not? If you don’t buy it, don’t delay my efforts. At this time, it stands to reason that the old man has already closed the stall and went home to rest.”

"Buy, buy, buy! Of course I want to buy it!" The old man surnamed Liu said: "It's just that the little old man is too shy today, and 2 taels of gold is really not a small amount. Send someone to send the money over?"

"The old man is tired, why don't the old man go back and put his eyes on, and then do the transaction at this time tomorrow?" After finishing speaking, he put the painting away without saying a word, and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, the old man grabbed him, faced back and shouted: "I still don't want to withdraw the money!" He suddenly felt that if he missed this opportunity today, he would never see him again in the future. This tall man.

In fact, the old man's feeling is not fake.In fact, Zhuo Yifan was planning to change places to sell his paintings.But now that the old man grabbed him, Zhuo Yifan felt a little interesting again. He stopped and handed the painting to the old man again.

At the same time, a huge gold ticket of 1000 taels was also presented.

Everyone saw that the painting seller directly took the golden ticket, and put it in his arms without even checking whether it was true or not.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, I don't know the name of the master? If the master is free, please be sure to help the little old man put his eyes on. The old man will definitely bring enough money."

Hearing these words, Zhuo Yifan suddenly had a plan in his mind.As he continued to walk forward, he said: "These paintings are not made by the old man, but just the clumsy works of the old man and his son. You can find him if you want to get your eyes fixed."

"Please be sure to leave the name of the disciple!" A voice came from behind.

Zhuo Yifan's footsteps froze suddenly, and he said slowly, "Long Kongxuan, Lin Fan."

Then Zhuo Yifan strode away under the cover of the bamboo hat, leaving behind Liu Changqing who was thinking and the second prince Beitang Huan.

"Think of anyone?" Liu Changqing looked at Beitang Huan and asked.He usually lives in the deep palace for a long time, and rarely goes to this kind of place for wine and meat. Even this trip out of the palace is just to bring Beitang Huan back under the order of the king. He really can't think of anyone.

Long Kongxuan, Lin Fan?Beitang Huan stood there blankly and thought for a long time. He was a regular visitor of Longkongxuan, and he knew all the high-ranking nobles there, but he was stunned that he had never heard of a man named Lin Fan. Could it be that he was new in charge?

……

It was already midnight after returning from Fangshi, Zhuo Yifan returned to the workshop with the painting bucket in his arms, gathered the paintings one by one, and after a simple wash, he fell asleep on his head.This time he reaped a lot, not only harvested the 1000 taels, but also solved the future expenses.More importantly, he has won over two members of the royal family.

This is not what 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 Concubine Gong Zhonghua had given birth to a prince. Amnesty for the world, the whole world celebrates.

And this prince is Zhuo Yifan's good apprentice, the reincarnation of Lin Fan.

Before dawn, Zhuo Yifan woke up early.I don't know if it's because of Lin Fan's reincarnation, because of the influence of fate, he has been unable to sleep deeply these days.

While it was still early, he started tidying up the workshop.

In the empty workshop, there are piles of paintings.Zhuo Yifan scanned around, and after putting away the scrolls of his parents and relatives, he put all the paintings he had with him into the painting bucket, planning to burn them in the fire room.

As for these paintings of his own, except for those of his parents and relatives, whether they were sold or burned, Zhuo Yifan didn't care at all.Because these things are just tools for him to comprehend Taoism, and may be worth a thousand gold in the eyes of others, but in his eyes, they are useless to a pile of waste paper and worthless.

It was still early, and after dealing with the redundant paintings, Zhuo Yifan got his breakfast and started working in the fire room.

Zhuo Yifan added a bundle of firewood, and looked at the flames gushing out of the fire with a pair of eyes that were a little lost.

At this moment, all thoughts stopped, and a kind of tranquility settled in my heart.

Before he knew it, he had gotten used to the heat and loneliness here.This extremely hot environment made him feel extremely at ease.It is like a funnel that can filter out all the impurities in the body and mind.

"My way...my heart..." His pupils were filled with fire, Zhuo Yifan slowly turned his head and looked at the painting bucket at his feet. At this moment, there was still the last painting in the bucket .It was the old woodcutter who gave him a copy of "Reed Galaxy Map".

Zhuo Yifan stared at the barrel for a long time, his eyes flickered deeply, and then disappeared little by little.The evil spirit accumulated on his body because of the murder a month ago has completely disappeared.At this moment, Zhuo Yifan has become an ordinary person, without spiritual power, ignorance of spiritual science, let alone spiritual power, ignorance of soul art, and flight, and even the most basic breathing is completely forgotten.

"Let my Tao melt into this fire."

In the end, he smiled lightly, firmly clamped the last painting in the barrel with tongs, resolutely sent it into the fire, and watched it turn into ashes little by little... (To be continued.)