Chapter 2577： painting

In the small courtyard, Zhao Yunchang's face was dull.

She looked at Qin Xuan, suddenly, as if panicked to the extreme.

"Qin Xuan, you...you..."

"They want to seize your storage fairy ring, I met, so I killed it!" Qin Xuan's eyes were calm, he put away the picture scroll, put it aside, and said: "In addition, they forced you to sell that courtyard, you know , What was the stepping stone I used to pave the road?"

Zhao Yunshang was panicked, and at a loss.

How could she have such insights, and shook her head involuntarily.

"That is a thing of Hunyuan, a sapphire fairy stone, a piece, worth tens of thousands of cents!"

"At the beginning, there were nearly ten million cents!" Qin Xuan said lightly, but Zhao Yunchang was completely sluggish.

Thousands of cents are used to pave the way! ?

Zhao Yunshang looked at Qin Xuan as if looking at a god. In her eyes, it was almost an existence that she could not even imagine.

Qin Xuan held the pen again and landed on the scroll.

"My Qin Xuan's things are not so good!"

He left a word, and concentrated on the scroll in front of him, pen drawing.

Zhao Yunshang was by the side, but it took a long time to relieve.

Zhao Yunshang didn't have any feelings for the Zhao family. If it were not, she would not pitifully hold the meager basket of spirit grass to make ends meet.

Even after Qin Xuan granted her inheritance, her life just improved, but the Zhao family even took away her residence and had to move.

She was just shocked, but also terrified.

The Zhao family, hundreds of people from above and below, were buried in a sea of ​​flames overnight.

Rumors in Wuxi City, the green fire burns, almost illuminating the night, like the day, the flames, even the real fairy is difficult to extinguish.

Zhao Yunshang once went to see in person that the place where the Zhao family was located had become a scorched earth.

"Qin Xuan!"

After Zhao Yunshang eased her mind, she hesitated again and again, before she couldn't help saying: "The Zhao family in Wuxi City is just a branch. The real master of the Zhao family is in the Jiuhe City on the side!"

"Also, Zhao Yuxi is the disciple of Yunshang Xianzun, a personal disciple!"

"The Zhao family in Wuxi City is destroyed, and the main family will never let it go, and the Immortal Sect on the Cloud will definitely send someone to come!"

She spent some time sorting out these clues to remind Qin Xuan.

Whether it is the Immortal Venerable on the Clouds or the ancestor of the Zhao family, both exist in the Hunyuan realm.

In the eyes of Zhao Yunshang, it is high enough.

Qin Xuan's expression never changed at all, "It's okay!"

Qin Xuan's pen and ink paused slightly, and he glanced at the nearly hundred scrolls beside him.

"Throw away these scrolls, it's useless to pile up here!"

Zhao Yunshang looked at Qin Xuan's understatement, and was slightly startled. Immediately, she walked to the scrolls, "Qin Xuan, are you going to throw it away? What a pity, I see the paintings very well!"

Qin Xuan shook his head slightly, "I'm not good at drawing, so I'm bored to pass the time!"

Zhao Yunshang looked at the scrolls and thought for a while, then she put these scrolls into the storage fairy ring, said to Qin Xuan, and walked out of the small courtyard, not knowing where to go.

Qin Xuan didn't care, he still concentrated on painting.

Time is also passing by quietly.

The destruction of the Zhao family almost turned the sky in Wuxi City. It never stopped for a month. There were still discussions in the streets and alleys.

The Zhao family had also sent someone over, but after looking at the scorched earth for a long time, after investigating for about half a month, they never found out who killed the Zhao family, and could not help but report to the family.

In Wuxi City, in front of a teahouse, a middle-aged man sat quietly in the teahouse.

From this teahouse, you can see a piece of scorched earth in the Zhao family, and you can also see several shops in Wuxi City.

His eyes were calm, and beside him, a boy holding a sword followed behind him.

"Xianjun, Zhao Yuxi is not a weak person, he has the sixth rank of Da Luo! There are not many people who can be better than Zhao Yuxi in Wuxi City, and those people have not destroyed the Zhao family's feud. What is this matter? Who did it?"

The boy couldn't help but speak. It has been seven days since he followed the middle-aged man in front of him into Wuxi City, but he still found nothing.

Immortal Lord Luanjian took a sip from the cup, "The immortal world is vast, and no one knows who Zhao Yuxi provokes!"

"Perhaps, that person has already left. Master once deduced, but got nothing. Even if that person is Hunyuan Immortal Venerable, it may not be necessary!"

He glanced at the boy lightly, and said lightly, "You don't need to worry about this!"

"After today, leave!"

He put down his teacup, "But before I leave, I still have to see someone!"

The boy was slightly stunned, and immediately, Immortal Sword Sword stepped out of the pavilion.

In a city where he was looking at before, there were dozens of scrolls placed beside Zhao Yunchang, two of which were unfolded.

In one volume, it is a scene of the death of a saintly creature in the tomb of the buried emperor.

Within one volume, it is the endless fairy forest that is separated from the immortal forest by the world.

However, in this Wuxi City, few people know Peerless Ge Xianlin, let alone the Northern Territory, let alone buried the emperor's mausoleum.

Some people think the painting is good, but when they see Zhao Yunshang's price, their faces are dark.

A roll of broken paintings cost three thousand cents.

"Why don't you grab it!"

"You want to be crazy about Xianbi?"

Someone muttered in front of Zhao Yunshang, and then left in disappointment.

Zhao Yunchang tightened his nose and glanced at the two people who had left.

"This is painted by Qin Xuan, what do you know!?"

She looked at those paintings. For her, Qin Xuan was the untouchable existence from above.

How can fairy paintings be mundane? Three thousand, she initially ordered ten thousand.

However, in the past month, Zhao Yunshang has not sold a single volume of paintings, and the price has dropped from 10,000 to 3,000.

Zhao Yunshang opened a scroll of painting, looked at it, and couldn't help but muttered: "The painting is very good? Why is it not worth three thousand!?"

At this moment, a cloth bag fell in front of Zhao Yunshang.

"I want these pictures!"

Xianjun Luanjian looked at Zhao Yunshang and said slowly.

Zhao Yunchang was startled, she quickly raised her head and looked at Immortal Sword Chaos, as if she couldn't believe it herself.

"Senior, do you want these paintings?"

"One volume is three thousand sen coins, and these volumes add up to one house of fifteen thousand sen coins..."

Before Zhao Yunshang had finished speaking, Immortal Sword of Chaos interrupted directly: "I know the price!"

Zhao Yunchang was startled, looking at Immortal Sword Chaos, as if asking, knowing you still buy it.

Xianjun Luanjian's face became a little heavy, and he suddenly felt that his fairy coins might be spent in vain.

But soon, Luanjian Xianjun didn't care. As Yunshang Xianzun's Daluo Jinxian, he didn't care about these five thousand sen coins.

Zhao Yunshang also reacted immediately, hurriedly rolled up those paintings, and then respectfully handed them over to Xianjun Luanjian.

"By the way, who are you Zhao Yufeng?" Immortal Jun Jian looked at Zhao Yunshang, his voice was gentle.

Zhao Yunshang's eyes paused slightly, and immediately, she looked at Immortal Sword Chaos with vigilance.

"Don't be wary, I have had a relationship with Zhao Yufeng on several occasions, seeing you look like him and his wife!"

Zhao Yunshang's pupils condensed slightly, and he was silent for ten breaths before he said, "It's my father!"

"Senior, if nothing happens, Yun Chang will withdraw!"

She seemed to be out of interest, put away the stall, turned and walked towards the courtyard.

Xianjun Luanjian looked at Zhao Yunshang's back with deep eyes.

"Xianjun, Zhao Yufeng, is the former **** of the maple in Wuxi City!?" The boy behind him couldn't help taking a breath.

Xianjun Luanjian nodded slightly, and he turned and walked outside the city.

Zhao Yufeng, twenty-seven years ago, he met one of the two, and in the end, he was slightly inferior and lost to Zhao Yufeng.

Twenty years ago, Zhao Yufeng and his wife joined forces and fell into the hands of a former ancient Tianjiao.

Since then, the pair of geniuses in Wuxi City have fallen.

Xianjun Luanjian looked at the scrolls in his hand and smiled softly, "Well, it's fate!"

He slowly opened one of the scrolls, looked at it, and shook his head, "This scene is rare, but the painting is really not good!"