Doctor fairy kitten

Chapter 176: The Power of Money

The competition was temporarily suspended, and everyone looked at the orange scroll in Jin Mantang's hand.

The steward glanced at the high platform. Before the others could speak, the potbellied Vajra Flame played with the beads and said with a smile: "Amitabha, my little friend, if there is a magic weapon beyond the condensation period in the competition field, poor The monk is the first one who will not let go."

The doctor from the painting academy sat in the back row, his face was a bit ugly, and he stared at Su Yu as a warning.

"The competition continues." The steward announced in a deep voice.

Su Yu clenched his fists tightly, still feeling uneasy.

Jin Mantang sacrificed the dragon-pattern iron bone scroll again, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Su, since you have doubts, why not Mantang come to clarify your doubts."

"Hmph!" Su Yu snorted coldly.

Jin Mantang moved his fingers together slightly, and the iron bone scroll with dragon pattern turned over. The blank scroll in the middle faced Su Yu. Jin Mantang pointed to a bright red seal on the top of the blank scroll and said, "Do you recognize this seal, Fellow Daoist Su?"

Su Yu swept over angrily, and when his eyes touched the seal, he was suddenly attracted, and his eyes widened in shock.

"This, this is the seal of Zen Master Mingruo. Zen Master Mingruo is a Buddhist cultivator in the transformation stage, how could he make such a low-level scroll artifact?"

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar all around, and even Yue Shenghai and several senior officials on the high platform looked at the scroll in Jin Mantang's hand in surprise.

Although Zen Master Mingruo is a Buddhist practitioner, he is also a great painter who is good at Buddhist paintings, and is now ranked seventh in Lingtian's painter list.

He makes picture scrolls purely as a personal preference, and has always only given them to those who are destined, and they have always been priceless.

Jin Mantang smiled proudly yet elegantly, "It's just a small thing, don't make a fuss about it."

He just invited Zen Master Mingruo to visit Guiyuan Island for half a month, and in exchange for this volume, he didn't even spend any spirit stones.

The corners of Su Yu's eyes twitched, and a sense of despair arose in his heart. The superb painting scrolls specially made by the great painters of the transformation stage were not something monks of the condensate stage could deal with.

At this time, Jin Mantang sacrificed the inkstone he had just used again, and said modestly: "Friend Su is still doubtful, why don't Mantang explain the origin of this inkstone to Fellow Daoist Su again."

"The cloud-patterned Duan Inkstone here is made from Heming Mountain, where Lingtian's first inkstone was produced. The inkstone maker is No. 19 Master Liu on Lingtian's artist list. Although it is not as valuable as the dragon-patterned iron-bone scroll, it is... ..."

Jin Mantang frowned, wondering: "Let's take advantage of it."

Su Yu's heart was full of shit, he didn't know what kind of expression to put on to face Jin Mantang, and touched the little gourd on his waist in embarrassment. He was still using the lowest level of spiritual blood ink, and he had already used the highest level. The end of the stone inkstone.

Fuck you, how can a low-level painter afford a stone inkstone? He should wake up laughing if he can buy an inkstone as big as a palm when he reaches the alchemy stage. Their master still doesn’t have a stone inkstone. An inkstone of the same size is still "handy"?
The painting ink ground by the inkstone is many times better than the spirit blood ink, and the inkstone itself can also be used as a magic weapon.

Compared with Jin Mantang, Su Yu suddenly felt that he was a beggar, and his body couldn't help arching because of his inferiority complex.

Not only Su Yu felt this way, but all the painters and students present hidden the ink gourd around their waists behind their backs, a little embarrassed to take it out.

Even the doctor from the painter's school on the high platform twitched his lips, looking at the inkstone in Jin Mantang's hand with envy and envy, and the secretion of saliva accelerated in his mouth. The cloud pattern inkstone was simply his dream.

The doctor from the painter's academy covered his face and wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, his heart ached!
Jin Mantang didn't finish here, he turned the ink jade pen in his hand again, and said with a smile: "This ink jade pen is the worst one in Mantang, but it was a gift from a close friend of Mantang..."

As he spoke, Jin Mantang looked at Junbuhuan who was in the air, his eyes met, their brows and eyes were as soft as water, and they raised their lips and smiled.

Surrounded by the screams of crazy women, no one paid any attention to Su Yu's heartache as he clutched his chest, as if someone had stabbed countless knives in his heart.

No one knew that the ink jade brush was the best paintbrush that could be found in Hongmeng Immortal City. Su Yu had been coveting it for three years, and every time he went to Baibaozhai to sell out the spiritual paintings, he had to go and have a look.

He had saved the spirit stone for three years and bought it after the foundation was established to accompany him until the alchemy stage, but at this moment, Jin Mantang, who is not a painter, took it and said it was bad...

Well, compared to the picture scroll and inkstone on Jin Mantang, it is indeed inferior, but it is also the treasure he has studied for three years.

Suddenly, Su Yu lost all fighting spirit and just wanted to cry. What's wrong with this world? Why can others get everything easily, but he is so poor and in so much pain? Can people live a good life? It's not fair!

Hua Jiu, who was outside the venue, saw the complex expression on Su Yu's face that doubted life, she really wanted to rush up and hold Su Yu's hand, and say, "Don't cry, I understand you, really!"

After more than two years, finally someone can understand the pain she has been stimulated by Jin Mantang for so long. God knows how much effort she has put in to surpass Jin Mantang, who is so rich and crazy.

But seeing Jin Mantang tormenting others with his unbeatable smile and tone, Hua Jiu was still very relieved. That kind of wonderful joy is unspeakable, unspeakable.

Hua Jiu shook his head and flicked his tail outside the venue, but Yue Shenghai on the high platform had a sneering face, and said to Chen Jingzhi respectfully, "Senior is really rich and powerful, since he can afford such a magic weapon, how can you buy it for him?" Will you be so troublesome about the cost of the exam?"

Chen Jingzhi glanced at Yue Shenghai, "If you have money, it's the children's own money. It has nothing to do with me, the old man. I'm not the kind of person who always stares at the children's money."

Yue Shenghai's eyes sank, the smile was still on his face, and he asked tentatively: "Since this little friend Jin has such financial resources, isn't he the son of Jin Lingzhou?"

Chen Jingzhi scratched his chest, "I don't know, the old man I accept only because of his character, I don't care who he is, the son of Emperor Ling Tian has a bad heart, I still look down on the old man!"

Yue Shenghai choked, if he couldn't hear the contempt in Chen Jingzhi's words, he would be the head of the department for nothing.

"Amitabha, senior, President Yue Si, let's continue to watch the competition. Do you think Su Xiaoyou is overwhelmed by Jin Xiaoyou's aura and wants to withdraw?" Seeing the cold atmosphere, King Kong Yan hurriedly smoothed things over.

"Su Yu is the best student in my painter's school, how could he want to quit just because of a few magic weapons?" Yue Shenghai said in a deep voice, unless Su Yu didn't want to join the school, otherwise he would not quit anyway.

In the arena, Su Yu was sad for a while, and took a deep breath while clutching his heart. Although he knew that he was not sure of winning, he still had to do his best for the sect's recommendation.

"Since this is the case, I don't need to waste time with you. Let's decide the outcome with one move. Let's see if your magic weapon is stronger or my painting skills are stronger!"

As soon as the words fell, Su Yu waved his hand and took out a huge scroll that was half a person tall and one person thick and pressed it to his side with a 'bang'. The stone bricks under the scroll cracked, and Su Yu's spiritual energy boiled like a wild wind, blowing his clothes and sleeves flying , looking terrifying.

He pressed the scroll with one hand, and quickly wiped it between the eyebrows with the other.

"Essence and blood as a guide, all beasts slaughter the city!"

　Thanks to [Mo Elegy*100][Lois·W*500][Yang Yang 1992*100] for the reward~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)