Of course Xiao Xingyun knew that the bottle was fake, but he bought it for a hundred yuan. He placed it gently on the open space aside and concentrated on watching Master Sun identify the picture of Zhong Kui.

After opening the scroll, Sun Buer took a deep breath and praised: "Yes, with gentle and delicate brushwork, he can outline a rough and domineering momentum. There is not a ghost in the whole picture, but it seems that he can see Zhong Kui's feet.

It’s full of corpses of ghosts and monsters, and it’s a great painting that has both form and spirit.”

"There is no signature and no seal. Unfortunately, it is difficult to date. However, it can be seen that this should be a copy of the work, with the shadow of the courtyard paintings of the Song Dynasty and the style of the murals of the Tang Dynasty... My opinion is that it is slightly

Repair it and sell it as an ordinary ancient painting, and the transaction price will be around 100,000."

Hearing Sun Buer's identification results, Hu Lili cheered, she was happier than picking up the leaks herself: "Wow, Da Xiao, you are so awesome. It's your first time to go to Panjiayuan and I'll let you pick up the leaks. Buy it for two hundred yuan."

A painting that can be resold can be sold for 100,000 yuan, and you make a lot of money."

Xiao Xingyun was slightly disappointed. This was not consistent with the energy contained in the scroll. If he sold it for 100,000 yuan, it would be better to absorb all the energy in the scroll.

After all, the energy contained in this painting is higher than the combined energy of several pieces of ancient jade.

"Thank you, Master Sun. I think this painting is quite interesting. You can keep it for yourself." Xiao Xingyun said.

"Well, it's up to you." Sun Buer was very busy with work, and he wasn't very interested in an unknown ancient painting without a signature.

Moreover, Zhong Kui's subject matter is relatively unconventional. Except for Wu Daozi's original paintings that have been lost for a long time, Zhong Kui's paintings by other imitators are not very valuable.

Xiao Xingyun rerolled the painting, holding the painting in one hand and the vase in the other, and went upstairs with Hu Lili.

"You don't believe Master Sun's appraisal?" Hu Lili asked curiously when she saw that Xiao Xingyun had no intention of transferring.

"No, I don't know how to appraise antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and I'm not in a hurry to spend money. It's better to find a few more masters and learn something by the way."

Xiao Xingyun thought of Gu Qingcheng's master Wu Changyou. That old man was quite interesting. If this painting was still worth a little money, why not give it to him. First, let him help identify the origin of the painting, and second, return the seed bracelet to him.

of energy favors.

"Yeah, that's fine." Neither of them paid much attention to the small amount of money, just treating it as a fun picking-up game.

Xiao Xingyun invited her to dinner. Hu Lili originally wanted to invite Xiao Xingyun to her home, but suddenly an emergency call came and she had important things to deal with.

Xiao Xingyun also took the opportunity to say goodbye and leave. After all, he had to practice at night.

Besides, if I go to her house, I'm afraid it will be difficult to come out completely. There will definitely be something left behind.

Xiao Xingyun got out of the car, took Zhong Kui's scroll and prepared to return to the hotel.

At this moment, Zhang Heng suddenly rushed over from the roadside, holding a baseball bat in his hand, and rushed towards him: "Xiao Xingyun, I am going to kill you!"

Zhang Heng was mad today. Not only did his cousin Zhang Wei stab him in the back, but also the pieces of jadeite he allegedly bought from Xiao Xingyun collapsed.

Monetary losses expand further!

Reported that Fatty Luo and Hua Liuyi were enjoying illegal services, but nothing happened to them.

After tracking Xiao Xingyun, he was warned by Hu Lili's bodyguard, who was so frightened that no one dared to provoke Xiao Xingyun again, not even giving him money.

There was no other way, so Zhang Heng decided to take action himself in order to take revenge on Xiao Xingyun.

Zhang Heng couldn't swallow it if he didn't beat Xiao Xingyun hard, and he was afraid that he wouldn't have a chance to take revenge in the future.

Therefore, he squatted at the door of the hotel and waited until ten o'clock at night before Xiao Xingyun appeared.

At this moment, the lights were brightly lit, there were many pedestrians on the road, and there were several security guards at the entrance of the five-star hotel. Xiao Xingyun did not expect that Zhang Heng would dare to attack him here.

Seeing the opponent swinging a stick at him, Xiao Xingyun subconsciously raised his left arm to block it. At the same time, a strange and fierce light emitted from his eyes, which was like substance, piercing Zhang Heng's eyes.

A piece of information was instantly imprinted on Zhang Heng's mind.

"Stop! I'm not your enemy. If you want to fight, just hit your cousin Zhang Wei. He caused you to lose more than 20 million!"

Zhang Heng's eyes were in a trance for a moment, the power in his hand disappeared, and the baseball bat just relied on inertia to hit Xiao Xingyun's arm.

There was a bang, although it was painful, it was bearable.

Xiao Xingyun backed away, only hesitated for a moment, and then said cruelly: "Zhang Heng, are you really sick? Why did you hit me? If you want revenge, go to Zhang Wei, he is the one who caused you to lose money!"

Zhang Heng looked in a daze. He was reminded, as if he had found the secret code for the connection. The expression on his face suddenly became complicated: "Yes, it was Zhang Wei who caused me to lose money. I want to beat him to death!"

After saying that, Zhang Heng took the baseball bat, turned around and left.

The conflict between the two just lasted only ten seconds and seemed to be just a misunderstanding.

The pedestrians passing by didn't react, so Zhang Heng left. Xiao Xingyun didn't seem to have a big problem, he rubbed his arms and entered the hotel cursing.

The security guard guarding the hotel entrance had no intention of coming over to ask. After all, the conflict was over.

Xiao Xingyun returned to the room and found Fatty Luo already asleep. He was probably very tired from the bathing session in the afternoon.

Xiao Xingyun first put away Zhong Kui's painting, and then checked the condition of his arm. There was a bruise, but no bones were injured, so the problem was not serious.

However, no one can predict the consequences of the evil thought he planted in Zhang Heng's mind.

He simply rinsed himself, turned off the light, and sat on the bay window to practice.

Although the injured arm hurt a little, it did not affect his practice.

The mudra he practices at night is different from the mudra he practices during the day. Xiao Xingyun raises his hands above his head and crosses the mudra, like a Teletubbies doll, attracting the moonlight.

Waves of soft and cold breath entered the body, easing the hot yang energy absorbed during the day, and the evil fire evoked by Hu Lili also gradually calmed down.

Since Fatty Luo fell asleep at night and no one disturbed him, Xiao Xingyun continued practicing until the center of his eyebrows felt swollen and painful, and then he stopped practicing.

In the dark night, there was no light in the room, but Xiao Xingyun's eyes could see exceptionally clearly.

That terrible feeling of weakness finally eased.

However, when he smelled the smell of ginseng in the room, Xiao Xingyun's stomach growled and he was hungry again.

"Eat two ginseng sticks to replenish your body. Don't be so hungry that you can't sleep." Xiao Xingyun found a reason for himself, took out two dried ginseng sticks, took one bite on the left and one on the right, and chewed hard.

While Xiao Xingyun was practicing, Zhang Heng returned to the jade workshop, found Zhang Wei who was working, picked up a baseball bat and beat him.

Zhang Wei was very puzzled. He didn't know how he could offend his cousin and only be scolded by him for so long. He also put the responsibility of cutting up the jadeite on himself.

He "remembered clearly" that those rough stones were indeed snapped up from Xiao Xingyun, and they were broken. How could he blame himself?

Then we can only blame Xiao Xingyun for not knowing how to pick rocks. What does it have to do with me, Zhang Wei?

After dinner, he was not allowed to leave and said he had to work overtime. Like other workers, he was dissatisfied.

He was righteous in his heart, but he was beaten repeatedly by his cousin with a baseball bat. Zhang Wei's anger boiled up with a loud roar.

"I'll beat you to death because you made me lose more than 20 million!"

"I'm so confused. Are you mentally ill? It's none of my business if you lose at the stone bet?"

"It's your fault, it's your fault, I'll beat you to death!"

"You want to beat me to death, and I am also trying to beat you to death. My sister-in-law is so beautiful, and you are not worthy of her at all!"
Chapter completed!