The prince of Jingbei is a filial son. If he presents this picture, the prince will definitely praise him. Thinking of this, the young man named Ma immediately took a deep breath.
This group of more than ten carriages galloped away in Kyoto at a very fast speed, but he still wished that the carriages were faster so that he could return to the palace as soon as possible.
After a long time, the carriage stopped, and the young man surnamed Ma immediately opened the door, jumped out, and hurried toward the mansion.
On the east side of the palace, Ma surnamed Nian stopped outside a rather gorgeous palace and said loudly: "His Royal Highness, Ma Yunqiao has something to ask for."
After a while, a lazy voice came from the palace: "Ma Yunqiao, didn't you go home to visit relatives? Why are you back like this? Let's talk about anything tomorrow."
Ma Yunqiao vaguely heard a few soft words coming from the palace. He hesitated for a moment. It was said that it was not convenient for him to disturb the prince at this time.
But he was quite confident in what he had in his arms. After hesitating for a while, Ma Yunqiao gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty, I do have something important. When I went home to visit my relatives this time, I found a magical painting. If this painting is the prince's
You will definitely be happy to see it.”
After a moment of silence, the voice said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Okay, come in. If what you take is not what you said, you will lose this month's reward."
Ma Yunqiao hurriedly walked in and saw a large bed covered with white gauze from the ceiling inside the palace. A young man with a slightly pale complexion, wearing a purple python robe, sat beside the bed with a slightly gloomy look.
Inside the big white gauze bed, with their backs to the door, lay two women dressed in gauze. No wonder the prince didn't want to see him, as he was playing a game of one dragon and two phoenixes.
After Ma Yunqiao bowed deeply to the man, he gently opened the scroll in his hand, revealing the pattern of a winged tiger inside.
The young man's eyes suddenly became sharp after seeing the pattern of the Winged Tiger. He stood up abruptly and walked a few steps quickly to the side of the picture. He grabbed it with his right hand and already had the picture in his hand.
Just when Ma Yunqiao was about to remind him, the young man exclaimed, then flipped the picture with his right hand and disappeared. His eyes lit up with a strong light and he laughed: "Okay! I, Ma Yunqiao, will remember you for your great contribution!"
As he spoke, he patted a seemingly ordinary cloth bag on his waist, and a burst of purple energy suddenly emitted from it, wrapping around his body and dissipating instantly. The young man was now wearing a purple python robe.
At the moment when the purple energy emerged, a breeze blew in the palace, and a corner of the white gauze on the big bed was blown away. The gauze on the two women on the bed was blown away, and with two tender calls,
Revealing two beautiful bodies.
Ma Yunqiao's eyes glanced at him involuntarily. After swallowing a mouthful of spit, he immediately lowered his head and stopped looking.
This young man is not an ordinary person but a monk. However, his cultivation level is not high and he is only at the eighth level of the True Qi stage.
He looked at Ma Yunqiao, and he saw Ma Yunqiao's spirit just now, so he smiled and said: "Linglong, Jiaonu, you two come out, you belong to Ma Yunqiao today!"
Two moans came from the bed, and immediately two graceful bodies walked down from the bed. The two women stepped forward and pulled the stunned Ma Yunqiao away from the side door.
The young man's eyes flashed and he hurriedly left the palace.
The young man walked straight all the way to the main hall in the center of the palace. While still outside the hall, he heard bursts of music and his father's cheerful laughter coming from inside.
There were rows of guards standing outside the main hall. The moment these guards saw the young man, they immediately knelt down on one knee. The young man hurried past and walked directly into the main hall.
I saw Zhang Ji's desk in the main hall, with two monks wearing monk's robes sitting behind it. Although these two men were all wearing monk's robes, their colors were different, one was black and the other was green.
Among them, the monks in black robes kept their eyes closed and turned a deaf ear to the music and dance.
The other monk in blue shirt smiled and looked at the dancing sleeves of the singer in the middle.
Sitting in the main hall was a rather handsome middle-aged man. This man's handsome appearance was not lacking in majesty, and he looked like a man of superior status.
After the young man entered the main hall, the middle-aged man laughed and said, "Why did you come to my father if you weren't having fun in the palace?"
The young man first saluted the two monks respectfully, then looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Father, look at this!" As he spoke, he turned his right hand, and the picture of the winged tiger was opened by him.
At this moment, the monk in shirt who was looking at the singer suddenly focused his eyes on this picture. The middle-aged man's eyes also lit up, and with a wave of his right hand, the singers immediately dispersed left and right.
The green-robed monk suddenly stood up and came to the picture in one step. After taking a closer look, he took a breath and said, "This is..." He already had a guess in his mind, but he didn't dare to confirm it.
"This is a picture of a winged tiger!" The black-clothed monk, who had always had his eyes closed, opened his eyes and said slowly with a strange light in his eyes.
The monk in green shirt who was in front of the painting was stunned after hearing what the monk in black shirt said. He smiled bitterly and said: "Brother, of course I know that the painting is a winged tiger, but how come the winged tiger is as spiritual as a living creature?"
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The monk in black, who was called senior brother, pondered for a while and then said slowly: "Yes, the person who painted this painting is indeed an expert!"
King Jingbei, who was sitting at the top, stared at the picture and said with a smile: "Two immortals, is there anything surprising about this thing?"
The monk in green shirt who was standing in front of the picture picked up the picture and found an aura of vicissitudes of life rushing towards his face. This aura was so strong that he was immediately shaken.
He, who was only in the middle stage of his true energy, actually felt that the true energy in his body was about to collapse, and he quickly let go in shock.
The senior brother of the monk in green, the monk in black flicked his sleeve, and the picture flew up immediately and was caught in his hand. As the monk started to take the picture, his face suddenly turned pale, and the golden elixir in his body was almost unstable. It took a long time to gradually control the golden elixir.
Dan's fluctuations.
In the pictures drawn by Yuwen Zhouyuan, the higher the cultivation level, the greater the feeling. On the contrary, if it is a mortal, the impact will not be too great.
"This painting is by no means an ordinary painting. The winged tiger painted on it is almost exactly the same as the winged tiger recorded in the classics of my sect!" Monk Yi said slowly.
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Yuwen Zhouyuan was lying on the bed in the back room of Chen Yuantang. There was a wine bottle beside him, and he would pick it up and take a sip from time to time. Over the past year, Yuwen Zhouyuan could clearly feel that his mentality was slow and slow.
He slowly got rid of the life of cultivation and became like a mortal.
For example, nowadays, he rarely meditates and breathes out. This was impossible before. During those decades of running away and killing, he almost always let the spiritual power in his body rotate and exhausted it.
Spend all your time improving your cultivation. Life is full of intrigues, the weak and the strong, and you will end up dead if you are not careful.
Yuwen Zhouyuan had almost never laid down to sleep like this before. Even late at night, he only spent time in meditation.
Although this kind of life is exciting and passionate, it has more regrets and less peace. It is incomplete.
But now there is no fighting in Yuwen Zhouyuan's life. Although it is dull, it is like a trickle, cleansing the soul.
This feeling was very unfamiliar to Yuwen Zhouyuan at first, but as time passed slowly, his mentality gradually accepted the status quo and lived a mortal life.
After picking up the wine bottle and taking a sip, Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly frowned.
At this moment, outside his shop, two monks came. The bodies of these two people floated over quickly like wandering ghosts. With a wave of one of them's right hand, the door of Yuwen Zhouyuan's shop suddenly opened silently.
Make a little noise.
The two quickly stepped in, and then the door of the shop was blown shut by the wind.
In the shop, the two people's eyes flashed, staring at the hanging pictures, with horror in their eyes, but immediately the horror disappeared, replaced by endless greed.
"There are actually so many!" One of the monks took a breath of air and picked off a picture. After looking at it carefully, his body suddenly trembled and he almost dropped the picture.
The look of greed in his eyes became even stronger. He flicked his sleeves and all the wood carvings on the shop shelf fell into his storage bag one by one.
Another monk squatted down and fiddled with the painting tube on the side. Then he suddenly exclaimed and held several semi-finished portraits in his hand. His face suddenly became strangely rosy, his throat sweetened, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
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The portrait in his hand was quickly thrown away, as if the portrait was an ancient ferocious beast, and he hurriedly took a few steps back.
In fact, it's no wonder that he can't bear it. The portraits of these half-finished products are all of the masters in the middle and late stages of the True Master, and even the True Lord stage. Although it is a half-finished product, what is contained in the portrait is at least equivalent to that of a True Master.
It is simply impossible for this person to withstand the spiritual power of this period.
Fortunately, he let go quickly and the spiritual power in the portrait was not activated. Otherwise, this person would not be as simple as vomiting blood.
The moment the portrait landed on the ground, it was suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand and fell into the hands of Yu Wen Zhouyuan who walked out of the back room.
Yuwen Zhouyuan conveniently put the portrait aside, held the wine bottle in his right hand, took a sip, and said: "Two guests, there are a total of thirteen thousand taels of gold, please bring it."
The moment Yuwen Zhouyuan appeared, the two men immediately became motionless and stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan in horror.
Especially the monk who had just been injured by the spiritual power in the portrait was even more pale and had sweat on his forehead.
In their eyes, Yuwen Zhouyuan's appearance was too strange. Before entering the shop, they clearly used their spiritual senses to detect it. Although they noticed a person lying in the back room, this person was just a mortal.
But now, this mortal in their eyes appeared silently without any of them noticing. This was like a bolt from the blue, making the two of them feel shocked.
Coupled with the pictures with spiritual power that appeared in Chen Yuantang, these two people, no matter how stupid they were, suddenly understood at this moment that the person in front of them must be a senior expert, far beyond the two of them.
The two of them looked at each other and hurriedly whispered respectfully: "See you, senior. I am a disciple of the Qingshui Sect. I have offended many people today. I hope that I will forgive you."
"Thirteen thousand taels of gold, do you have it? If you don't have it, get out. If you have it, hand it over and I'll take it away with you!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said in a calm voice.