"Lingbo's weibo, silk stockings are dusty, bright eyes are longing, and sweet smile is beautiful... Zhuangzhi's butterfly is given to the fairy Qingshui."

Looking at the familiar handwriting, Lin Feng naturally remembered the painting he saw in Xue Xinlan's room in Wanshou Town. The handwriting on the two paintings was exactly the same.

The difference is that the painting in Xue Xinlan's room is signed by Zhuang Fan Butterfly. On this painting, the butterfly is signed by Zhuang Zhi Butterfly.

Zhuang Zhidie's name. For more than 20 years, no one knows the entire Xuanwu Continent. He became famous overnight on the Xiaozhou River and then disappeared. His name and his works spread throughout the continent and even to areas such as the wilderness of the south.

Due to his respect for this world's No. 1 Sao Guest, people on the Xuanwu Continent only talk about Zhuangmao. Few people mention his name.

When Lin Feng saw such a painting, how could Lin Feng not understand that Zhuang Midie is Zhuang Zhidie. The killer king of Dark Night Blade is the famous big guest.

In fact, Lin Feng always suspected that his master was Zhuang Zhidie. Because when he was watching the Four Seasons Picture at Juquemen, his master's ability to show his poems and songs was really too powerful. However, he asked Zhuang Lao, but he always denied it.

Compared with the self-portrait of Zhuang Fandie in Xue Xinlan's room, this painting looks more formal. In addition to the signature, there is also a small seal with the words "Stay with the flow". It is the well-known signature of Zhuang Master's Mobao.

However, the techniques of the two paintings are exactly the same. The picture has no color. It is completely outlined with extremely thin gray lines. However, it is extremely vivid. The subtleties are all visible.

There is a corner of eaves in the distance above the picture. Nearby is a lake. On the meadows by the lake, there is a woman and a middle-aged man.

The woman looks very beautiful, her clothes are mostly exposed, and she supports her hands on the ground, and her buttocks are raised high. The middle-aged man is even more unsightly. She stands behind the woman, holding her breasts tightly with her hands, and her waist is tightly placed on the woman's buttocks.

This painting with novel techniques but extremely vivid techniques is a chun Palace.

However, unlike the common Chun Palace albums on the Xuanwu Continent, there is a weeping willow on the side of the two people on the picture. Just one branch hangs down, which blocks the place where the two people are mingling. This way, it makes it even more imaginative.

Lin Feng looked at this painting and thought to himself that the master claimed to have enjoyed all his life and had countless bed companions. With his master's affection, he would indeed draw things between men and women. This painting is a master's work. It is even more certain.

Mu Xiaoyu chuckled softly. After waiting for a few breaths, she put the picture frame into the brocade box and in the hall. A sigh suddenly sounded.

Mu Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Humanity Qingshui Fairy is pure and clean. She never gives any man a chance to kiss her. Unexpectedly, she was finally the first place by everyone in Zhuang. However, only people like Zhuangma can be worthy of a peerless beauty like Qingshui Fairy."

A level 6 warrior sighed: "A talented man and beautiful woman are a match made by heaven. It's a pity that everyone in Zhuang disappeared after becoming famous. I heard that Fairy Qingshui had just returned half a year ago. I'm afraid it was because she missed everyone in Zhuang."

Mu Xiaoyu sighed slightly and said, "I'm afraid that's it. Fairy Qingshui lived in seclusion in Xiaozhou Academy for many years. When Zhuang was not famous all over the world, she stayed in Xiaozhou Academy for ten years. Perhaps it was during this period that Zhuang everyone relied on their talents to win the hearts of the fairy. Now Zhuang everyone is missing. There are countless women in Xiaozhou who are worried and sick. What's more, the fairy who is close to him. The fairy has returned. The talented man and the beauty have never met again. It's really regrettable."

Since seeing the painting, Yan Qingmei's cold face could no longer be calm. She was also famous for her literary reputation. And everyone in Zhuang is the person she admires the most in her life. After hearing Mu Xiaoyu's words, Yan Qingmei couldn't help but say, "Are these dozen paintings like this?"

"Yes. These dozens of paintings were originally in the same set. The name was "The God of Luoshen". They were all written by Zhuang Master. The characters in the painting were Zhuang Master and Qingshui Fairy."

Mu Xiaoyu smiled and said, "The style of painting is so bold and bold. It is truly unprecedented. This painting is quite ordinary. Some of the paintings have the styles. It is really... Xiaoyu is also a knowledgeable person. He never thought that there would be so many tricks for men and women. Those strange fancy styles... Everyone deserves to be everyone. Even men and women are completely different from ordinary people."

"Can we look at those paintings?" a warrior said impatiently.

"I'm afraid it won't work." Mu Xiaoyu smiled. "This set of paintings will be auctioned one by one. My Wanxiang Building in Taiyi City will only auction this first pair. If you want to see the rest, you will have to participate in the auctions of other ancient cities."

Yan Qingmei frowned and said, "The content of these paintings is extremely secret for women. It is said that fairy Qingshui would not take them out for others. I don't know how Wanxianglou got these paintings. Can it be used if it is not an unstoppable method?"

Mu Xiaoyu smiled and shook her head: "No. Fairy Qingshui left Xiaozhou Academy a few months ago and sent this set of "Lotus God Picture Scroll" to the headquarters of Wanxiang Building. Yan Ming must wait until she dies before opening it. After opening it, it is open for auction. Half of the proceeds from the auction belong to Xiaozhou Academy and the other half belongs to my Wanxiang Building. Our Wanxiang Building only opened these paintings after the fairy passed away."

"So that's it." Yan Qingmei nodded. Her eyes fell on the brocade box, but she could no longer move.

Mu Xiaoyu smiled and said, "The paintings of Zhuangzi are released for the first time. The low price of 1 billion stones is definitely not high. If you are interested, you can bid. Each price increase is no less than 100 million stones."

The price is undoubtedly extremely exaggerated. However, no one said much. After all, Mu Xiaoyu was right. Zhuangzi’s calligraphy is already extremely precious. What’s more, this is the first painting of paintings released.

Of course, the price of 1 billion stones is at least not many people in the hall can afford it. Everyone can see that. In fact, the Wanxiang Tower is not very willing to auction these paintings. I am afraid that they also want to regard these paintings as treasures of the building.

Feng Xiao looked at the brocade box on the high platform with a burning look on his face. He was obviously very interested in this painting. Unfortunately, he is short of money now. He just bought a gift for his master. When he met such a baby, he could only look at it.

Yan Qingmei turned her head and looked at the fat Taoist who was chewing fruits. Almost everyone's eyes fell on the fat Taoist.

As for Lin Feng's gaze, it fell on the Nei Zhuang Lao of Feng Lingzhu.

This guy is simply a money tree.

A mere painting actually costs 1 billion yuan stone. If the old guy wakes up and draws a few pictures for himself, then why is he short of money? Why can't he not take the marrow cleaning pill?

Xiaozhou is really an incredible place. Lin Feng feels it is extremely difficult to understand what people here think.

In other states, Fushima masters should be considered a relatively wealthy profession. In Xiaozhou, the most literary style and richest profession is actually a saoke.

A piece of paper can be exchanged for cities, a poem can become famous. All kinds of incredible things will happen in Xiaozhou.

Although I had already learned about it in the information, Lin Feng still felt a little incredible when he saw a painting by Mr. Zhuang, which had a price of 1 billion yuan.

One billion yuan stone. How many talisman equipment does the talisman master need to make to obtain it.

As for this price, the people around him looked like they should have taken it for granted. They seemed to be very acknowledging this price. This made Lin Feng feel even more incredible.

"Ten billion stones. You really dare to ask for them." Taoist Duobao put down the fruit in his hand and curled his lips.

"The Taoist Changshan meant that he would not bid anymore." Mu Xiaoyu said with a smile. This painting was not ready to be sold, so she was not in a hurry.

"Why don't you come out?" The fat Taoist smiled and said. "What is Yuanshi? It's not a big deal to me. So many people are watching. I won't discourage everyone's interest. Let's do this. I'll pay 5 billion stones. If there are more, I won't want it."

"Wow." The high platform was in an uproar again.

Five billion stones.

Even the sect leader of the third-level sect is probably only worth this amount. Even if it is the original painting of Zhuangmao, the price of 5 billion is too outrageous.

Everyone was wondering how much wealth this Taoist Duobao had.

Mu Xiaoyu's face is also extremely beautiful. Unexpectedly, the Duobao Taoist really wants to buy it. And it directly increased the price by five times without any delay.

Since I took it out for auction, I wouldn't be afraid of being bought. Five billion yuan of stones are enough to explain to the higher authorities.

"Master Changshan bid for 5 billion yuan stones. Is there any higher?" Mu Xiaoyu took a deep breath and asked in a trembling voice.

No one laughed at her for losing her composure. Because everyone was shocked at this moment.

Lin Feng is no exception.

...

After a few breaths, no one still made a bid.

Mu Xiaoyu looked excited and announced that this painting of the shop owner belonged to the Duobao Taoist. Then he asked Duobao Taoist to go up and deliver it.

Taoist Duobao walked up with a smile. He handed over the treasures with Mu Xiaoyu in front of everyone. He looked at the Yuanshi cards that kept flying out of his hands. Everyone's faces were extremely colorful.

In this auction, except for the three dead men, Duobao Taoist, that did not bid, all the other treasures fell into his hands. The Yuanshi he needed to spend was nearly 15 billion.

And looking at this guy's relaxed and freehand look, there is no doubt that this Yuanshi is no problem for him.

So how many Yuan stones does this guy have?

Feng Xiao stared coldly at the Taoist Duobao. The god seyin was uncertain.

Yan Qing's eyebrows raised slightly, and a trace of determination appeared on her cold face.

She doesn't care about wealth, but the original works of the idol in her heart are worth her risk.
Chapter completed!