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"The six shackles of the world!

If she went back to school and said that she even touched a fettered person, her classmates would not believe it!

On weekdays.

It's hard to see a strong man in the realm of a great sage. Even the president of his college is just a strong one in the realm of a little sage. Today, however, she met a fettered person on the high-speed railway, and she was so provocative.

Murong Xiaowu's face was in cold sweat.

She has learned martial arts since she was a child. Naturally, she knows that the strong in martial arts respect the law of the jungle. A strong person doesn't need any reason to kill you.

It's just that the strong man in the shackles is too young? How big is that? Three or four years older than her?

One time.

Su Nan seems to have a magic, dead to attract the attention of Murong dance. Although she didn't believe it, she believed in her grandfather Murong Fu!

Murong Fu.

The old lady of the Mu family in Jinling started to live in the military camp at the age of 15. She has a passion for life and a spirit of fearing death, suffering and suffering. It took 40 years to become a general from a big soldier. After he was favored by the state, he spent a lot of money on training. He also made great progress in the cultivation of martial arts. When he was about to retire, he was already a little sage and a strong man.

Now, half of them have stepped into the realm of great sage, and become one of the few strong people who can enter the realm of great sage in Jinling! Since he thinks that Sunan is a strong man in shackles, she will not refute.

"Please sit down, sir. You have offended so much just now. Please don't record it in your heart."

Murong Fu respectfully invited Sunan to the side of the seat, and he was nearly 90 years old, but at the moment, just like a pupil turning a mistake, he stood in front of Sunan and did not dare to lift his head up.

Qi Wen behind him, as well as those men in black, dare not come out of the atmosphere behind the old man. However, some of them are not convinced. How can such a young man be a strong shackle? Can the old man be mistaken?

"You can also find a place to sit down. Those who don't know are not guilty, and you don't mean to offend. That's even if it's over."

Sunan himself did not take this matter seriously. Since the old man admitted his mistake so sincerely, he would not tangle with anything.

"Sir, open-minded."

Hearing this, Murong Fu's heart finally fell.

Although he doesn't feel any aura fluctuation in Sunan, with his decades of actual combat experience and the strike that Sunan defeated Murong Xiaowu just now, he dares to conclude that this young man is not an ordinary person!

He used to fight with many great saints. Of course, he knew the greatness of great saints. However, because he himself entered the great saints' realm with half a foot, the gap was not very big. Even a strong man at the top of great saints' realm would not let him even have no chance to react. There was also a strange breath, just like a Mount Tai standing in front of him He can't even breathe.

Moreover, he could also control the flying sword in his mind. He concluded that Sunan was a strong man in the shackles! Although young is a little young, but the strength is there.

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After chatting for a while, the two sides also made up a lot. Even Murong Xiaowu took the initiative to apologize again. Just as Sunan and Lin Qingqing were about to get off the bus, Murong Fu suddenly stopped Sunan:

"Mr. Su, what did you just say about this painting?"

Murong Fu held the painting in his hand, and his words were much more humble than at the beginning. This time, he was really open-minded.

"If you want me to identify it, it will cause certain damage to the painting. That's why I didn't want to identify it for you. If you want to see it, do you really want me to identify the reason for it?"

Southern Jiangsu stopped to speak quietly.

Although he said that the landscape painting was true or false, it still had a certain collection value. If he was allowed to identify it, it would damage the painting and reduce the collection value of the painting.

"Don't worry, sir. I just want to know why."

Murong Fu suddenly laughed.

It's just a painting. Naturally, he won't be distressed, but he's a little puzzled.

So many people have talked and identified each other, but they have not found any traces on the paintings. Why does Sunan say that he has a problem just by looking at it?

If it's still the beginning.

Naturally, he would not believe Sunan's words. Now it's different. A strong man in shackles is not deceiving him.

"All right."

Southern Jiangsu light voice channel.

Then, a red light suddenly appeared on the tip of his middle finger. With a flick, the red light was like a bunch of bows and arrows, flying towards the landscape painting in Murong Fu's hand.

Under the gaze of the crowd.

The red awn, like a very small needle and thread, went through the middle layer of the painting directly, and a dull sound came out immediately. The painting of mountains and waters exploded in the eyes of the public, and split into two from the position of the middle interlayer.And the red awn disappeared when it was near Murong Fu.

Everything returned to its original tranquility.

By the time the crowd reacted, Sunan's figure had disappeared on the train, leaving only one sentence that echoed in Murong Fu's mind.

"I've tried my best to reduce the damage to the painting. As for the reason I said, you can turn it over."

"Turn it over? What does Mr. grandfather mean

Murong Xiaowu repeatedly recalled that sentence of Sunan. Her eyes blinked and she didn't know why. She didn't even know that a painting was good. Why split the painting into two from the middle?

"Turn it over?"

Murong Fu was just stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. His eyes suddenly flashed a golden light, and he quickly turned over the landscape painting in his hand.

The picture of Danqing at this time.

has been divided as like as two peas in South of Jiangsu, and the upper layer is still the landscape with the scenery and scenery. The next layer is white paper, one layer of cotton white paper with the same material and the same material. The two layer is white.

"So it is, so it is!"

Murong Fu sat on the seat with a sudden insight on his face.

"Grandfather?"

Murong Xiaowu and Qi Wen are looking at each other, I don't know why. Murong Fu did not explain too much, but he still repeated the original four words in his mouth.

as like as two peas, and then let Qi Wen Ding return to the ticket of Yi Nan City, saying that he wanted to find the person selling the picture to settle accounts, and then he would sell a similar landscape and Dan Qing map.

Murong Xiaowu and Qi Wen are both at a loss.

They don't understand, but they know. This painting is one of the masterpieces of song Xianxing, a great painter of the Southern Song Dynasty. There is only one painting left in his family.

However, what does Murong Fu mean when he goes back to buy another one? Mr. Su doesn't mean that the painting itself is a real painting, so where is the second one?

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