Zhang Jiaohua kept looking around. The things he was looking for were not rare, and there were many versions. Without much effort, Zhang Jiaohua found his target this time.

"Boss, how do you sell this picture of the Neijing?" Zhang Yaohua asked.

The stall owner looked at Zhang Yaohua and then around, and was too lazy to pay attention to it, "You go to another place to see it. I'm busy."

Zhang Yaohua said angrily, "What are you busy with? No ghost came to you for a long time."

"Bah! Children's words are irresponsible! Children's words are irresponsible! Don't talk nonsense. Some words cannot be said in Panjiayuan. Do you want this picture of the Internal Classic? This picture of the Internal Classic is the original, not something you can afford, you can call your adults and I will bargain with you again." The stall owner said impatiently.

"You are the original work? Then do you know that your picture of the Internal Classic is from that era?" Zhang Yaohua asked.

"At least it was from the Ming and Qing dynasties. Look at this paper and look at this patina. Hi, I'll tell you a little kid that it's useless." The stall owner's eyes rolled and stopped talking.

"Then do you know what this picture is for?" Zhang Yaohua asked again.

"What else can be used for? It is naturally used for cultivation." The stall owner looked at it and pointed to the picture proudly and said, "If you ask about this mysterious, there is even more mysterious than this mysterious. Once you hear this sentence, you should know it."

"Boss, since your picture is the original, why is it printed on it? It is priced at 0.5 yuan?" Zhang Yaohua pointed to the bottom of the picture and said.

The stall owner turned red and looked carefully. Sure enough, there were still printing the printing date and price below. However, he quickly adjusted it, "I said that this picture was reprinted from the original, a limited edition, which is rare now. If you want it, I can give you a little cheaper. At least one hundred yuan."

"Your original price is only 50 cents. I will give you up to five yuan if you have printed it in the past 80s." Zhang Yaohua said.

When the stall owner collected it, he didn't pay attention to this obvious defect. He spent more than ten yuan, but naturally refused to sell it for five yuan. "Five cents are at least equivalent to dozens of yuan now in the past eight years. At least fifty yuan, otherwise I would rather keep it myself. Maybe after I take it back, I will understand the mystery above, and then I will become a Daluo Immortal."

"You'll keep it yourself." There are several versions of this kind of picture in Panjiayuan." Zhang Jiahua took out ten yuan and looked like she was leaving.

The stall owner quickly took the ten yuan from Zhang Yaohua's hand, stuffed the picture directly into Zhang Yaohua's hand, and took the printed materials that had been in the past eight years to sell it as antiques. He couldn't afford to lose that person.

Zhang Jiaohua bought several versions of the Neijing Pictures, which cost only more than 100 yuan in total. The Neijing Pictures here are naturally mostly printed. Some stores have collected some copy products, which are slightly more valuable, but for Zhang Jiaohua, these have no meaning. For him, the important thing is the content of this picture, not the others.

The pictures of the Internal Classics have the same effect as the Memory Palace. Combining the two together becomes a secret scripture of cultivation in Zhang Jiaohua's eyes.

After all, the Meishan spells that Zhang Jiaohua learned from the old Taoist master were all relatively superficial spells. Although he later obtained the inheritance of the real Meishan spell, it was still difficult for Zhang Jiaohua to practice. After all, it was a world of change and it took a lot of time. The current cultivation environment is very different from the era of inheriting Taoism. The resources for practicing Taoism are scarce and the necessary assistance and guidance are lacking. If Zhang Jiaohua continues to practice like a blind man touches an elephant, the possibility of becoming possessed will be much greater than the possibility of success.

All this made Zhang Jiaohua feel confused, but when she saw the Memory Palace, Zhang Jiaohua suddenly felt her eyes lit up. Combined with the pictures of the Internal Classics that she had seen before, Zhang Jiaohua seemed to have discovered a path of cultivation that was very suitable for her. Why can't she build the Memory Palace like building the Memory Palace?

Zhang Jiaohua had seen the picture of the Internal Classic before, but it felt very obscure at that time. Although the picture of the Internal Classic does not seem complicated, Zhang Jiaohua always felt that he had no idea how to build it. However, after seeing the Memory Palace, many confused places immediately became clear.

Zhang Jiaohua returned to Wu Yuan's home with a few scrolls. Wu Yuan opened the scroll that Zhang Jiaohua bought and laughed in silence.

"Beggar, why don't you call me when you go to Panjiayuan? You were fooled. These are not genuine works. Don't you see this? These are printed materials from the streets. I can do as much as you want in this picture." Wu Yuan said with some gloating pleasure.

"Why are you so happy to see me suffer a great loss? It seems like you have a deep hatred with me?" Zhang Yaohua looked at Wu Yuan without explaining anything.

Wu Yuan smiled embarrassedly, "Tell me, where I was cheated at? I will go to find them tomorrow and help you get the money back."

"I bought this, why are you going to return it?" Zhang Yaohua asked.

"You're fooled. These are all printed materials." Wu Yuan suddenly realized something was wrong, as if things were different from what he thought. Why didn't this guy feel like he was deceived?

"I know it's a printed product, so I bought it. It's so cheap." Zhang Yaohua smiled.

"Printing is not a collectible, ah, you know?" Wu Yuan was stunned for a moment. The weirdness is indeed here!

"I'm useful to this picture. It's not expensive anyway, it's only more than 100 yuan in total." Zhang Yaohua said with a smile.

Only then did Wu Yuan realize that the person being fooled was not Zhang Yaohua, but himself. It's really unreasonable. Can't this kid suffer a loss?

"Forget it, I tell you that you don't understand either, I have to go in and study it carefully." Zhang Yaohua entered the room with the pictures of the Neijing.

Wu Yuan stared blankly at Zhang Yaohua and walked away with a few bundles of paintings, and muttered, "I'll stand for another hour."

A stream suddenly appeared in Zhang Jiaohua's sea of ​​consciousness. The stream was not an illusory thing, but was transformed from his spiritual power, but not a real stream. Zhang Jiaohua transformed various pebbles with spiritual power at the bottom of the water. The sun shone on the stream, sparkling, and the colorful pebbles at the bottom of the water were like gems. Zhang Jiaohua also wanted to transform into various plants, and even transform into various small fish, but at this time, he suddenly felt dizzy. His spiritual consciousness retreated from the sea of ​​consciousness. It turned out that it was not easy to build his own Taoist map in the sea of ​​consciousness. However, Zhang Jiaohua knew that there would be something to do in the future.

Fucha Haoyue suddenly realized that Zhang Yaohua was not as interested in studying every day as before, and thought that Zhang Yaohua was proud and complacent. "You guy, you will be proud of your grades. How can you do this? You Changqing Middle School is actually just an ordinary school in Beijing, and you can't even enter the top ten. It's hard to enter a key high school at that time."
Chapter completed!