Zhenbao Pavilion, five floors of the cabinet.

"This is where I usually live, you can sit there!"

Old Yan led Xiao Yi into the house. Seeing Xiao Yi looking at the collections around him, a hint of pride appeared on his face, and said with a smile, "Little brother, my collections are still eyeing you, right?"

Xiao Yi nodded: "These are rare treasures!"

"That's natural, this is my hard work for most of my life!"

Mr. Yan took out ten silver notes with a denomination of 10,000 yuan and handed them to Xiao Yi, "This is 100,000 taels of silver, all of which are the silver notes of the Tianqing Silver, please dot it!"

The Tianqing Yin is the property of the Tianqing Kingdom royal family. You can go to the Tianqing Yin Yin to exchange for cash silver or use it directly!

Xiao Yi did not really go to count the bills and put the silver notes in his arms.

This made Old Yan show a look of satisfaction, carefully put the statue on the cabinet, and said, "Little brother, don't you know your name yet?"

"Xiao Yi!"

"Xiao Yi? Are you the useless son-in-law from the Fang family?"

An unexpected look flashed across Old Yan's face and he hurriedly said, "Sorry..."

Xiao Yi shrugged: "It's okay!"

Mr. Yan was secretly surprised. It was rumored that Fang Qingzhu, the beautiful girl of the Fang family, married a useless son-in-law, and Fang Qingzhu was destroyed and even the position of heir to the head of the family was lost.

But looking at Xiao Yi in front of him, he really couldn't connect the two.

However, Xiao Yi didn't say anything, and Mr. Yan wouldn't make things boring, and changed the topic without a trace: "Xiao Yi, I have many peerless treasures, are you interested in taking a look?"

"The honor is so great!" Xiao Yi said.

Old Yan immediately led Xiao Yi to appreciate his treasures.

It has to be admitted that Mr. Yan’s collection is indeed rich, and there are many rare treasures in it.

The value of these collections alone is probably no less than that of any of the four major families.

"Xiao Yi, come here!"

Old Yan pointed to the gold-edged scroll on the wall, with a fascinating smile on his face.

Xiao Yi glanced at it and saw a picture of autumn frost and wind and rain: "The brush is strong, the strength is strong, the brush is smooth, and it is easy to draw."

Mr. Yan looked at Xiao Yi's eyes and his approval became increasingly strong, and he said proudly, "Brother Xiao Yi has good eyesight. This painting is an original work of Tang Pu. Among my collections, this painting is enough to rank among the top ten. There was a prince who once offered 800,000 taels of silver, but I was not willing to take action!"

The proud old man Yan found that Xiao Yi had a frown and stared at the painting, as if he had discovered something.

Mr. Yan asked in confusion: "What? Is there something wrong with this painting?"

Xiao Yi said in a deep voice: "The painting is strange!"

"eccentric?"

Mr. Yan called Xiao Yi and frowned, "Xiao Yi, are you saying that this painting is fake? This is impossible. In addition to me, there are several other old guys who have identified it. This is definitely the original work of Tang Pu!"

"The painting is a real painting, but the author may have someone else!" Xiao Yi said.

"Where did the young boy come from? He dares to comment on the teacher's collection? I think you are just sensational..."

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind.

I saw a graceful woman wearing a fiery red cheongsam, graceful and tall figure, and black hair pounced behind her, appear behind the two. She saluted respectfully to Old Yan and greeted, "Teacher, I came in by myself when I saw the door open!"

"It's okay!"

Mr. Yan waved his hand and introduced, "Xiao Yi, this is my disciple Lin Bingxin. Bingxin, this is Xiao Yi!"

Xiao Yi nodded: "Hello!"

"I'm very bad!"

Lin Bingxin looked at Xiao Yi with a cold face, his eyes full of disgust, "My teacher has been studying Tang Pu's paintings for decades. If the vast sky blue kingdom says who is most familiar with Tang Pu's works, no one dares to recognize the first one if he recognizes the second. I don't know where you got the courage, but you dare to say that there is something wrong with the original works of Tang Pu in my teacher's collection!"

"Nothing!"

Old Yan glared at Bing Xin fiercely and looked at Xiao Yi with a serious look, "Brother Xiao Yi, but this painting is my favorite treasure. You just said that he is not Tang Pu's painting? Is there any basis?"

Lin Bingxin raised her chin like a proud swan: "The teacher is right. If you can tell me that I am Chou Yin and Mao, I, Lin Bingxin, will be convinced by you!"

Xiao Yi glanced at her and said lightly: "Does you agree or not have anything to do with me?"

"you……"

Lin Bingxin's face froze.

She is as famous as Fang Qingzhu and is known as the four beauties in Nanhuang City!

Which man didn’t obey her and compete to please her when she saw her?

Xiao Yi was so disdainful to her?

Lin Bingxin then gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "If this painting is true, I will call you grandpa! If this painting is true, you will kneel down and apologize like my master!"

"Be my granddaughter? You are too old!" Xiao Yi looked up and down at Lin Bingxin and said, "But being my niece is almost the same!"

Lin Bing's teeth were so angry that he was itchy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! One word is certain!"

Old Yan hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Yi, if you prove that the problem with this painting is, I will choose the same collection as you can. Isn't your Fang family head going to hold a birthday party tomorrow? You should also want to find a birthday party when you come to my Zhenbao Pavilion?"

Lin Bingxin's face changed. Which of the treasures here is not priceless?

"Since Mr. Yan likes Tang Pu so much, he should know that among the four talents in the past, Tang Pu was named the Prince of Calligraphy and Painting, in fact, compared to calligraphy, he is better at painting."

While Xiao Yi asked Lin Bingxin to take down the scroll, and asked for a dagger to spread the scroll on the table, he continued: "Among the four talents, the one who is best at calligraphy is the deadly scholar Jin Wuhen, but Jin Wuhen killed too much, and his calligraphy treasures were almost destroyed and not much of them remain."

Lin Bingxin's whole body exuded the coldness of not entering the birth, and her beautiful brows frowned: "Deadly Scholar? What does it have to do with this painting?"

"That's right!"

Xiao Yi's dagger suddenly inserted into the edge of the scroll, and cut across the screen with a squeak.

Lin Bingxin screamed in fear: "Are you going to destroy this painting?"

An inexplicable radiance flashed in Old Yan's eyes, without saying a word, but his tightly clenched fists turned a little white. Obviously, his heart was also very upset at this moment.

Swish!

At this moment, Xiao Yi suddenly raised his hand, and the autumn water picture on the surface was lifted up, revealing the picture of a young man holding a sword and slashing the tiger.

On the left side of the scroll are four large characters of dragons flying and phoenix dancing - the picture of the Sword of the Tiger.

There is also a poem about the dragon and snake in the upper right corner: holding a green sword in hand, wearing a white jade pendant, eating a beautiful chief's head hungry, drinking the blood of his enemies with thirst. The love between children and children is abandoned, and the ambition of the vast sea is only here. A man walks thousands of miles with his sword, and he walks unfairly all the way.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing. There is endless sword intent between the lines rising into the sky.

The signature is the three words Jin Wuhen!

hiss!

"this?"

"It's really not the original work of Tang Pu. Even the teacher misunderstood?"

"And this Xiao Yi actually saw the mystery after just one look?"

Lin Bingxin took a breath and was stunned.

"A man walks thousands of miles with his sword, and he can't even walk along the way! What a deadly scholar, what a picture of a sword for the tiger... It is said that Tang Pu and Jin Wuhen and even make friends must be because Tang Pu doesn't want to see Jin Wuhen's masterpiece lost, so he deliberately used his own transformation to cover it up and preserved it. Unexpectedly, Mr. Yan thought he was the first person to appraise treasures in the Southern Wilderness, but he had never even discovered such a big flaw..."

Old Yan's face was flushed and looked at Xiao Yi, "Xiao Yi, I'm willing to accept the loss of the bet. This scroll of the Tiger Sword Picture is yours!"

"Thank you! But although the painting belongs to me, the sword technique still belongs to Mr. Yan." Xiao Yi picked up the scroll and looked at the sword technique on it. Although he accepted the painting, he did not want to owe this favor, and said, "Please listen to Mr. Yan!"

"Sword! Break! Kill! Kill..."

Yan Lao Ben was a little confused when Xiao Yi spoke, but the words that Xiao Yi said were completely shocked, and the spiritual energy in his entire body suddenly surged.

Every word Xiao Yi's mouth actually looked like a Sanskrit sound, turning into a human form and reflected in his eyes.

This... is teaching sword skills!

He has never heard of this method!

But in shock, Old Yan also instantly regained his mind. Looking at the handwriting that had become villains, dancing with sword moves, a terrible splendor burst out from his eyes and was completely immersed in it.

Less than half an incense stick.

A sword intent suddenly burst out from Old Yan's body, and then he suddenly took two steps back and bowed respectfully to Xiao Yi: "Master is here, please accept your disciple Yan Mingli's bow!"

"Ah? Teacher, you..." Lin Bingxin was shocked.

"I have no intention of accepting disciples. You and I are still a peer-to-people ethics. As for this sword technique, it is what you deserve!" Xiao Yi glanced at Old Taoist Yan.

"No!"

Old Yan shook his head quickly. If Xiao Yi had identified the Golden Stone Spirit before, he was just surprised to see through the picture of the Fuhu Sword. Now, he has completely convinced him. He preached with his voice and learned a third-grade advanced sword technique in half an incense stick of handwriting. Such a method is definitely not something that ordinary people can do!

Xiao Yi can definitely bear this kneeling!

If he can become a disciple, Yan Mingli will definitely be able to reach the top again!

However, Xiao Yi refused to accept disciples, and Mr. Yan could only say: "I can't force you if you don't want to accept disciples, but it's absolutely impossible to talk about friendship among peers. In this way, I will call you Young Master Xiao in front of outsiders. If there is no outsider, I will call you a teacher. Do you think this is so good?"
To be continued...