Martial arts supreme

Chapter 227 Stolen

Coming out of Xingfeng Auction House, Ye Feng walked on the long street again, feeling particularly good.

You must know that it is not common to draw a map of Shikoku on a piece of paper, and at the same time clearly record the location of mountains, rivers and towns. Such a map is even more rare and precious.At least, Ye Feng has never seen such a map for several years.

In fact, the value of this map far exceeds 70 taels of silver, and it is a priceless treasure to Ye Feng.You know, Ye Feng's dream is not to unify all the sects of Qingshui Kingdom. Sooner or later, he will break out of Qingshui Kingdom and conquer the four countries. Having this map will undoubtedly increase his chances of winning by [-]%.

Walking on the street at this time, Ye Feng was in a happy mood and looked at the stalls on both sides. From time to time, he stopped to look at the shops. If there was nothing of interest, he continued to lead the horse forward.

"To make a clay figurine, you only need one tael of silver."

While walking, Ye Feng heard shouts in his ears. He looked away from the stall on the left and looked through the gap in the crowd ten meters away. An old man wearing a gray gown fell into Ye Feng's eyes.

The old man is not young anymore. From the wrinkles on his face, it can be seen that the old man who made the clay figurine is at least about 70 years old.

"Mud... man!" Ye Feng stopped and looked at the old man in the distance, and he didn't know what to think of, and immediately showed a slight smile on his face, leading the horse and walking towards the old man.

However, just as Ye Feng took three steps, a seven or eight-year-old naughty boy suddenly jumped out from the gap in the crowd. The naughty boy was fair and rich, and his clothes were made of silk. It fell on Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't expect a naughty boy to jump out of the crowd in front of him. The incident happened too hastily and he couldn't escape. bared his teeth.

"Little brother, you are..." Ye Feng hastily let go of the horse rope, and stepped forward to help the naughty boy.Before Ye Feng could walk one meter away, roars and roars came from the crowd directly in front of him.

"You little bastard, yesterday I asked you to buy 'Eagle Capture' kung fu for Lao Tzu, and you bought 'Three Masters of Bird Catching'. Today I asked you to buy three jars of 'Naughty Red' and mixed a jar of water for me. I have worked so hard to raise you, and you still fool me every day to see if I don't beat you to death."

Ye Feng was taken aback when he heard the sound, and looked up through the gap, and an angry man holding a wooden stick fell into sight.

The man yelled and waved the stick. Although the man's lower body could not be seen, it looked as if there was something wrong with his leg.

"he……."

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, before he could finish speaking, the urchin who saw his complexion changed hurriedly stood up, bowed deeply to Ye Feng, turned his head to look behind in horror, rubbed his buttocks and ran away.

Not half a minute after the naughty boy ran, the lame man with the stick also arrived in front of Ye Feng.

"You...why don't you stop him for me? If I can't catch that little bastard today, I'll come back and settle the score with you, the cripple." The cripple pointed at Ye Feng with a stick. The root tendons were confused, and the responsibility was still placed on Ye Fengtou.

"No, this has something to do with me..." Ye Feng really couldn't laugh or cry, he secretly said that the forest has grown up and there are all kinds of birds, and the things that have nothing to do with him, but were bitten by the cripple.

"Don't tell me it's useless, white-haired boy, I remember you. I can't catch my son if I'm crippled, and I can find you if I search Huaxiong Town. Hmph!"

The cripple spoke quite neatly. After snorting coldly, he waved his stick and limped after him.

"What... what is this? Did you get into trouble while walking down the aisle?"

Ye Feng turned to look at the lame man's back, scratched his head and muttered.I was in a good mood at first, but when the father and son made trouble, my joyful mood was suddenly reduced by half.

"Let's make a clay figurine. Each clay figurine only costs one tael of silver."

When Ye Feng felt depressed, the old man making the clay figurine in the distance shouted again, which also drew Ye Feng's thoughts away. He shook his head with a wry smile and led the horse to the old man's stall.

There were more than a dozen statues on the booth, including vivid birds and beasts, and simple statues of ordinary people. Ye Feng looked dazzled and nodded repeatedly, secretly praising the old man's craftsmanship in his heart.

Maybe he noticed that there were customers coming to the booth. The old man put down the half-finished goldfish in his hand, slowly raised his head and glanced at Ye Feng, and said with a smile: "Young man, make a clay figurine. It's not expensive, just one tael of silver. You, young man Don't worry, old man, I have made clay figurines since I was 13 years old, and I can guarantee that you will be able to make out your temperament and image exactly."

Ye Feng touched his chin, squatted down with the Fang Tianji and looked at the clay figurine on the stall, and then said to the old man: "Old man, can you fabricate someone you have never met?"

"Oh? Young hero, aren't you pinching yourself? It doesn't matter." The old man bent down and took out pen and paper from under the shelf, handed it to Ye Feng and said, "As long as young hero can draw a seven-point portrait of that person, I can Pinch it out.”

Ye Feng's eyes flashed, he took the pen, dipped a little ink, waved the pen holder on the white paper, and after a quarter of an hour, he sketched a person on the paper.

"Just pinch it according to the portrait on the paper." Ye Feng put down the pen and handed the paper to the old man.

"Oh! The young man's painting skills are so handsome. With this painting, I don't have to think about my demeanor and temperament. Young man, wait a moment, and the old man will make a statue for you now."

Looking at the portrait, the old man couldn't help nodding his head in praise. After saying that, he pushed the half-finished goldfish aside, took out several kinds of colored clay from the shelf, placed them in front of him one by one, and looked at the person in the portrait. He picked up the clay figurine silently.

The person Ye Feng drew on the paper was none other than his father Ye Longtian.

Ye Feng is not very interested in this thing, but after seeing the old man's superb hand skills, he also wants the old man to make a statue of his father, so that he can take a look at it when he takes it with him in the future.

As time passed quietly, after an hour, the statue in the old man's hand also took shape. After that, he modified it a few times with carving knives of different sizes and small flat stick tools, and nodded with satisfaction to finish the statue. Handed it to Ye Feng.

After taking the statue, Ye Feng looked at it carefully and said hello three times.

I have to praise, the old man's craftsmanship is superb, the color mud of different colors is perfectly glued together, and the clothes, eyebrows, and hair are made out more realistically, and even Ye Longtian's demeanor and overall temperament are not bad at all. The demeanor of not being angry and prestige at the last glance is very similar to that of Ye Longtian.

"The old man's craftsmanship is really outstanding. He can actually show off my father's temperament in every way, which really makes Ye admire him." Ye Feng looked at the statue of his father with admiration and nodded in praise.

"As long as you are satisfied, young man. I haven't made such a troublesome clay figurine for a long time. The time it takes is enough for me to make dozens of birds and fish. But I am also honest, young man. I only need to pay a tael of silver."

"Okay, okay! I'll give you the money for this clay statue first, and then please give me another one." Ye Feng smiled happily, put his father's clay statue in his left hand, and reached into his arms to take it out with his right hand. With silver.

However, the moment Ye Feng put his right hand into his arms, his face instantly turned pale, and his eyes flashed with cold light, and he suddenly turned around and stared straight in the direction he came from.

"What a pair of father and son, they all stole my Ye Fengtou?"

All of Ye Feng's bank notes disappeared, not only the bank notes, but also the map of the four countries he bought just now, and the three pseudo-xuan-level martial arts books he brought to Jianzong.

　This is the first update, come back at 08:30 to send the second update.

　　
　
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