It turns out that this is also a cultivator

Chapter 35 One has to go to Qingshui City

The two entered the bookstore chatting and laughing, glanced at the clerk and Lu Fanchen, and went upstairs without stopping.

Wuji and the others had never met Lu Fanchen, and there were many people buying and selling calligraphy and paintings in the bookstore. Apart from being handsome, there was nothing outstanding about them.

And it can be seen at a glance that Lu Fanchen has no cultivation, and he doesn't even bother to take a second look.

Seeing the two of them coming back, the clerk greeted them with a nod and bowed his head, and returned to Lu Fanchen.

Carefully took a painting tube, and slowly opened the painting scroll.

A mighty and domineering man with a long beard is holding a Yanyue sword and riding a bloody BMW on his crotch.

The figure paintings are lifelike, the sword in the painting reveals an incomparable sharpness, and the BMW under the crotch is even more capable and strong.

Just as Wuji and the others walked up the stairs, they suddenly stood there like a statue, and a strong rhyme of Dao of the Sword filled the entire bookstore.

Because the buddy is also a mortal, he can't feel the existence of Dao Yun at all, but the two of Wuji are warriors in Shattering Void Realm.

The two, who had a keen sense of Dao Yun, immediately disappeared in place when they came back to their senses, and came to the table.

Putting away the picture scroll on the table, resisting the shock in his heart, he said with a smile:
"My lord, how do you sell this painting?"

When Wuji put away the scroll, he clearly felt that the handwriting was fresh, and at a glance, he knew that the painting had just been done not long ago.

In my heart, I looked at the young man in front of me with a little bit of strange eyes.

This move of his frightened the guy quite a bit, and the momentary impact caused the guy to slump to the ground.

Lu Fanchen didn't answer Wuji in time, but got up to help the man who was sitting on the ground, his face changed slightly, and he said angrily:
"Those who love to sell paintings would rather destroy them than give them to those who bully and bully others."

Wuji's behavior made Lu Fanchen somewhat unacceptable.

Even if you are the boss, you shouldn't treat the employees as human beings like this, suddenly ran over to put away the picture scroll, and pushed the guy down.

The guy who was lifted up bowed deeply to Lu Fanchen with a moved expression on his face, and then stood quietly beside him not far away.

The buddy knew that both of the bosses were cultivators and warriors, and they were mortals who couldn't fight against the warriors, so they could only bear with it.

"you···"

Wuji was so angry that he couldn't speak, his blood surged up, his face was flushed, he pressed the calligraphy and painting on the table with one hand, and kept stroking his chest with the other hand.

I wonder if this painting was drawn by the young man in front of me?
If he didn't draw it, then he must be familiar with the painter, and the only one who can draw such a masterpiece is...
Wuji bowed his head and pondered.

Faced with such a person, Lu Fanchen took a second look, picked up the scroll on the table, and prepared to leave.

Just as he was walking to the door, the person who was with Wuji suddenly stopped him.

"Young man, wait a minute!" The voice of the old man who spoke was a bit vicissitudes, but his face was gentle.

Lu Fanchen stopped, just at the door of the bookstore, turned around and said loudly:
"Why, do you want to buy and sell by force in your bookstore?"

As soon as his voice came out, many people on the street heard it. Seeing that it was Mr. Lu, they all stood at the door of the bookstore.

"What? This bookstore dares to forcefully buy and sell Lu Gongzi's things. It's really not a thing"

"I curse the boss of this house, he gave birth to a son without an asshole, and Mr. Lu is such a good person, yet he still bullies him"

"I will never buy their family book again, even Mr. Lu wants to bully me!"

For a moment, a large group of mortals quickly gathered at the entrance of the bookstore, and at the same time they were lurking in Qingshui City, and people from other forces also heard the movement.

They all dressed up as ordinary people and went to watch the excitement.

Although to these warriors, gold and silver are like dung, and the business of the shops is not important at all, they are still more interested in seeing the embarrassment of the Haotian Palace.

At this moment, both Wuji and the old man were stunned.

The old man came to the door, with a smile on his face, he looked very good-tempered, and said loudly:

"Misunderstanding, everyone should go away, young man, your painting bookstore offers high prices for purchases, and you can buy and sell freely. You will never buy or sell by force!"

It was fine if he didn't speak, but when he did, the crowd in front of the door seemed to be in a frying pan.

"What? Mr. Lu actually has paintings and calligraphy to sell?"

"Mr. Lu's calligraphy and painting, I don't know how much they will sell for. If I can take a look, I will be satisfied!"

"I must buy Mr. Lu's calligraphy and painting." For a while, there was a lot of voices, and people were discussing Lu Fanchen's calligraphy and painting everywhere.

By the window of a small five-story building, a woman wearing a fiery red padded coat, with two red feathers floating on her fragrant shoulders, and under her slender jade necks, a pair of creamy white jade half-covered women, said in a charming voice:

"Lu Lang, can you still learn calligraphy and painting? It's so fascinating!"

Lu Fanchen did not answer the old man's words. He was already disappointed with this bookstore, and even if he wanted to sell it again, he would not choose his bookstore.

Walking out of the bookstore, seeing that people were full of expectations for his paintings, Lu Fanchen followed his throat and said to everyone:

"Everyone in the neighborhood, all the beautiful fairies, handsome elder brothers, please listen to me quietly."

When he opened his mouth, everyone immediately silenced and listened.

"Since everyone wants to see my painting, it happens that this one has just been opened in this store, so let's enjoy it together.

As for whoever is interested, you can buy it if you want, but the one with the highest price will get it."

After finishing speaking, Lu Fanchen slowly opened the ink painting of Guan Gong, and all the warriors present instantly felt a powerful rhyme of the sword spreading from the picture.

Even many martial artists who used their spiritual sense to investigate were sweating profusely, and the strong coercion made them a little overwhelmed.

In the bookstore, Wuji's face turned pale, and he stared at the young man at the door with ashes, his guts turned green with remorse!

Then, at the door of the bookstore, an auction for mortals was staged, and the auctioned items were the supreme treasures that even Da Luo Jinxian would fight for.

The "Ink Painting of Guan Gong" was finally taken by the woman in the fiery red cotton coat, mainly because she had the most gold coins.

She spent almost all of her gold coins and silver taels, a total of 60 gold coins and more than [-] silver taels.

It made people from several major forces want to run away. Such a supreme treasure can only be bought with gold coins and silver taels.

Lu Fanchen was overjoyed to be able to sell such a high price. With this huge sum of money in his arms, he bought a large amount of monster meat and walked towards the courtyard.

Walking fast along the way, I am afraid that those warriors will come and rob me. After all, such a huge sum of money cannot be earned by many people for decades.

On the way home, there were indeed several figures following behind him, but none of them dared to attack him.

They all followed him from a distance to see where he lived.

The next day

The Supreme Treasure appeared in Qingshui City!It is suspected that someone with high privacy lives in seclusion here.

This news quickly spread among the high-level leaders of the major forces, and those old monsters were even more convinced of the news when they thought of the sudden change in the world a few days ago.

They left their original paradises and prepared to go to Qingshui City!
And the woman who got the ink painting of Guan Gong became the coveted object of countless strong men, but no one dared to snatch it.

They can only be purchased with various treasures of heaven, material and earth, but no one has succeeded.

It was already the end of the new year in a flash, and the courtyard was decorated with lights and festoons, and it was very lively.

According to the customs of the earth, it is the day before the New Year's Eve, which is New Year's Eve.

In the clear sky, occasionally a few stars twinkle.

Lu Fanchen brought out the piano, suona, gongs and drums and other musical instruments he had made himself, and set up a bonfire in the front yard.

A round table is filled with handicraft-like dishes.

The thin meat rolls, uniform in thickness, were wrapped into strips and neatly placed on the plate. The meat was red and white, as if it was glowing.

Vegetables of various colors are neatly cut and stacked together, which is pleasing to the eye.

In addition, there are some meatball dumplings cooked by Lu Fanchen himself, like a bowl of golden fairy balls.

(End of this chapter)