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"Wine, good wine..."

As soon as he entered the gate after paying the gate fee, Qin Xuan heard the silent shouting on the street. People came and went on the street, but the most special thing was that some shops even had brand new banners hanging on them, which read "Yu Lan Festival" " and so on.

Yu Lan Festival, in China, falls on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month in the Chinese lunar calendar, and in some places it is the fourteenth day of the seventh lunar month in the lunar calendar. .

"It turns out that it's almost July [-]th. "!" Qin Xuan secretly said in his heart.

"It turns out that it's almost July [-]th!" At this moment, another near-identical word came over.

Qin Xuan turned his head and looked.

It turned out to be a young man dressed as a scholar, wearing a light blue scholar robe, carrying a broken book box with a broken oil-paper umbrella on it.

"Hey!"

When the scholar saw Qin Xuan and turned his head to look at him, he smiled shyly at Qin Xuan, then stepped forward and walked forward, while saying to himself, "I've been away from home for almost half a month, look. Come and need the courage to collect the account quickly and get home before August..."

Looking at the distant scholar, Qin Xuan raised his eyebrows.

"It can't be so coincidental, this dress, and the collection, is he..." Just as Qin Xuan was pondering, a fierce voice suddenly came over,

"Hey, where did you come from?" Then Qin Xuan saw a big hand grabbing towards his neck.

"court death!"

Qin Xuan's face turned cold, and without looking, he kicked the owner of the big hand directly.

"Peng--!"

With a muffled sound, I saw a big man flying upside down, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and fell heavily on the ground a few meters away.

"Bold, dare to hit my brother, he must be the Jiang Yang robber!"

"Go on, brothers, this Jiang Yang robber must be worth a lot of money, you can't let him go!"

"Kill!!!!"

After Qin Xuan kicked the big man away, several big men with big knives surrounded them, holding a pile of papers posted by the government to catch Jiang Yang robbers. rushed over him.

In fact, when Qin Xuan came to this Guobei County, he saw countless such so-called people in the rivers and lakes holding a list of people to arrest people everywhere to receive rewards. These people are still hateful. People were caught in prison, and then they became the unjust death of the real wicked.

For this kind of thing, Qin Xuan has long been surprised. It is common for the Ming Dynasty to perish and the world to be chaotic. I just didn't expect these people to dare to hit their own heads.

"Humph!" Seeing these people rushing up, Qin Xuan snorted coldly, and suddenly waved his right sleeve robe forward.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

A burst of mana blasted out, directly swept out all the people who were killed like rag dolls, and slammed them on the ground one by one, blood spurting out without money.

All of a sudden, the originally noisy street suddenly fell silent, and there were some people in the crowd who were ready to rush out to get a piece of the pie.

Glancing at the crowd, Qin Xuan picked up his right foot, and a big knife that fell on the ground flew directly to the neck of the big man who shouted the loudest before, and slammed into the ground.

"Ah!" The big man who looked mighty at first was so frightened that he screamed like a doll.

"Again, who is the Jiang Yang robber?" Qin Xuan walked up to the big man and looked at him coldly, condescendingly and imposingly.

The big man was frightened like a grass chicken and pleaded with a bitter face.

"Big... Uncle, spare your life, the little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, how could you be a thief of Jiangyang, a small-eyed, a small-eyed, you treat us as a fart and let us go!"

"Master, let us go!"

"It's our clumsy eyes, please be kind to the uncle!"

Several other big men also opened their mouths to beg for mercy.

"Go away!" Seeing the appearance of these people, Qin Xuan also felt very boring and said lightly.

"Yes, yes, (for Wang Hao) we'll get out now, get out right away, thank you, uncle!" Hearing Qin Xuan's words, these big men suddenly got up from the ground and ran. .

Seeing those big men running away, and seeing Qin Xuan turn his head, the crowd on the street who had been stunned suddenly resumed the hustle and bustle, but if you look closely, you can see that they are still paying attention to Qin Xuan's out of the corner of their eyes. trend.

Qin Xuan directly ignored these gazes, glanced at the crowd, and saw that the scholar was looking at him with shock before, nodded towards him, and then walked forward.

The scholar was startled when he saw Qin Xuan nodding at him, and then he was relieved when he saw that Qin Xuan ignored him.

Wandered the street for a while.

Hearing Qin Xuan's footsteps, his eyes were suddenly attracted by something, and then he walked towards a painting booth. .

Chapter 028 The person in the painting, the young scholar!

The owner of this painting booth was sitting behind a desk, with snarky looks and a piece of black ointment stuck to his temples, but he was holding a feather fan made of goose feathers in his hand, and he swiped it lightly.

In front of the desk, there are ink paintings, including landscape paintings, tiger paintings, and flowers and birds, but the flower skills can only be said to be ordinary, not very surprising. You must know that Qin Xuan himself has passed through the eight parts of Tianlong and the Dragon King of Shendu. Influenced by the world, his qin, chess, calligraphy and painting attainments are no worse than that of the masters.

However, there is one picture that is exquisitely beautiful and beautiful.

At least Qin Xuan stopped, his eyes stopped on it for a long time, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

It was a "Lady's Haircut". The lady in the painting was so beautiful, as if she was about to come out of the painting, and the painting skills were vivid.

"Hehe, son, look at the paintings? Each of these paintings of mine is a masterpiece. If you like it, you might as well buy one and collect it. After three or five years, it will definitely be worth it!" The stall owner shook the feather fan while selling.

Qin Xuan didn't talk nonsense, and pointed directly to the "Lady Mufa".

"How do you sell this painting?"