Tian Yuan

When some people came over, they asked about the prices of Chen Qingyuan's calligraphy and paintings.

Not wanting to respond one by one, he took out a wooden sign with a sentence written on it: "One painting, ten thousand high-grade spirit stones."

Seeing this, everyone was very surprised and said that this person had something wrong with his brain.

Anyone can see that these are just ordinary white paper and are completely worthless.

Those who like to watch the fun and make trouble spread the news everywhere and ridiculed loudly.

Since they had nothing to do anyway, more and more practitioners came to watch, and they all thought Chen Qingyuan was a mentally ill lunatic who could sell such a piece of junk at such a high price.

Chen Qingyuan didn't care about other people's comments or looks.

Because there were so many people watching the show, the order of the market was more or less affected.

The law enforcement team that manages this area came over quickly to investigate the situation and prepare for maintenance.

"What's going on? Why is it so lively?"

Someone from the guard team arrived and quickly asked the onlookers around.

After quickly understanding the situation, the guards frowned and carefully observed Chen Qingyuan and the words written on the wooden sign. They said loudly with displeasure on their faces: "Although it is a market, free trade. But you deliberately disrupted the order, be careful not to get into trouble."

The guards saw that the paper was ordinary, but they did not recognize the great opportunity contained in the painting. In their eyes, Chen Qingyuan was just making trouble and they needed to step in to solve the problem and maintain order.

"Oh!" Chen Qingyuan sighed softly. It was so annoying that he couldn't even have peace when selling things.

Forget it, let’s go to another place.

No longer in the mood to take a nap, Chen Qingyuan stood up and began to pack up his things, preparing to move.

Now that the master had gotten up, the old ox certainly couldn't be lazy and stood up quickly.

"and many more!"

Just as Chen Qingyuan put away the calligraphy and painting and was about to put it in his bag and turn to leave, a voice came from behind the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of hurried footsteps.

Everyone subconsciously looked over to see who it was.

When they saw the person who was speaking, everyone was stunned and retreated to both sides, making a wide path, and no one dared to stop him.

"Young master!"

Everyone saluted and shouted respectfully in unison.

The young master of Tongyu City, that is, the youngest son of the city lord.

After practicing for more than two hundred years, he has reached the Nascent Soul stage. He has excellent talent and is deeply loved by the city lord.

The young master was originally playing in the bustling area, but he inexplicably felt empty in his heart, as if he was going to lose something.

Feeling depressed, I wandered around the city.

Perhaps it was the guidance of fate, or perhaps it was just good fortune, the young master unknowingly walked to the market where wandering cultivators gathered. He happened to see the hustle and bustle here, and walked over quickly.

"Sir, can you let me see the calligraphy and painting in your hand?"

The young master was wearing a brocade robe and was followed by several young and beautiful maids, who were very polite.

Don't judge a book by its cover. This is what the city lord has taught the young master since he was young. Remember it well and don't judge a book by its cover.

"can."

Chen Qingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the young master, and handed over the calligraphy and painting in his hand.

The moment he opened the calligraphy and painting, the young master was stunned.

In a trance, I found myself in a unique world, surrounded by sword intent, as if I could pierce through the sky.

I was distracted for a moment, and it seemed like a long time had passed.

His body shook violently, and when he came to his senses, the young master immediately closed the painting, fearing that others would discover the mystery of the painting.

He raised his head and looked at Chen Qingyuan in front of him again. With an extra filter, he seemed to be looking at an unfathomable and powerful being. He was more polite and bowed, saying respectfully, "Sir, I want all three paintings and calligraphy. Thirty thousand high-grade spirit stones, is that enough?"

He asked tentatively, fearing that Chen Qingyuan would not agree.

"Fine!"

Chen Qingyuan originally planned to sell a painting to only one person and give away a few more opportunities. However, now that a group of people were using it as a spectacle, he lost interest in this.

"Thank you sir."

Hearing this, the young master was overjoyed, thinking that he had picked up a great bargain. He quickly took out a Qiankun bag from his arms and personally put it in Chen Qingyuan's hand to show his respect.

"too much."

Chen Qingyuan opened the Qiankun bag and looked inside. He could roughly determine the number of spirit stones without using his spiritual sense to count them. There were at least 50,000 high-quality spirit stones.

"It's not much, please keep it!" In front of everyone, the young master said respectfully: "I would like to buy you a drink, sir, is that possible?"

"never mind."

Chen Qingyuan didn't care about the amount of spirit stones, as he wouldn't lose money if he bought the painting. As for the invitation to drink together, he refused without hesitation.

"All right!"

There was an obvious sense of loss on the young master's face.

Climbing onto the cow's back, Chen Qingyuan rode the old ox and gradually disappeared in the crowd.

The monks looked at this scene in astonishment.

The young master really spent a lot of money to buy these calligraphy and paintings, and was also very respectful to that person.

Could it be that the man is really some hidden master?

Could it be that we are blind and cannot recognize the treasure?

All kinds of doubts lingered in my mind and could not be shaken off for a long time.

While everyone was still in shock, the young master returned to the City Lord's Mansion as quickly as possible, opened the box carefully as if it were a treasure,

He studied the three paintings carefully.

In the first "Sword Picture", the young master could clearly sense a hint of Taoism. As for the other two pictures, he had no clue for the time being.

This matter was not simple, so the young master quickly took the calligraphy and painting and ran to the city lord.

He explained the whole story clearly and then placed the calligraphy and paintings on the table.

The city lord was shocked when he saw the calligraphy and painting for the first time.

"Such a terrifying Dao rhyme must have come from the hands of a powerful being."

The city lord exclaimed.

Then, he hurriedly went to investigate in person, making sure to find this great being, treat him well, and see if he could establish a good relationship with him.

By the time the city lord found Chen Qingyuan's trail, it was already half a step too late.

Because Chen Qingyuan had already boarded the teleportation array and was heading to a distant place.

Although there are few spirit stones, they are definitely more than enough for travel expenses, and can also be used to buy some spirit wine to add some fun to the journey ahead.

In this way, relying on the spirit stones obtained from selling books and paintings, Chen Qingyuan used the teleportation arrays in various places and spent half a year to reach the core area of ​​the Zi Lian Dynasty.

There are countless stars, moving according to special laws and trajectories. The spiritual energy is abundant, ancient palaces and fairy mountains can be seen everywhere, and the prosperity is far greater than that of other territories.

"Huh!" Chen Qingyuan appeared on a star not far from the imperial city and caught a familiar breath, which was very strong.

"That girl, could it be that she is here too?"

The fluctuation of aura came from the sword that was given as a gift many years ago.

In a corner of the Zilian Imperial City, in a cave deep in the mountains, mist was curling up.

A woman in a light blue dress and a veil suddenly frowned and looked uneasy.

He immediately knew the reason, because it was caused by his own sword.