After everyone dispersed, Jiang Yan began to look for the trophies. The pens of these people were much inferior to the one given by Lu Jing, but they were still much better than the ones from the mainstream.
As for the few low-quality paintings, they regarded them as treasures and did not take them seriously, so they gave them to Song Yu casually. Song Yu looked weak and weak, but she was quite a good person and worth dating.
What he gained the most were all kinds of paints. The drawing paper he lacked the most included five or six rolls. As for the total size of banknotes, there were three to four thousand taels.
After putting all the trophies in his bookcase, Jiang Yan said that the trip was well worth it and he had made a lot of money.
Song Yu took Jiang Gu to the fifth floor of Yunying Tower, where someone would then test whether he was qualified to enter Yunying Club.
However, Jiang Yan was having a bad day today, and he met Qian Tong, the manager of Tongbao Pavilion, at the entrance of the stairs.
"Jiang Yan?"
"Who did I know? It turned out to be shopkeeper Qian."
"How about it, have you thought about it? We can both benefit from our cooperation. I, Tongbao Pavilion, can give you the cost of your pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and paint at the best price. I have nothing to lose, but your journey as a painter will be greatly affected.
Break!"
Jiang Chan randomly drew an ordinary painting in Tongbao Pavilion and shocked Qian Tong. Although he also felt a little regretful because he looked down upon others and misjudged a young genius, he couldn't save the face to apologize, so he wanted to use this kind of painting.
He used a tough attitude to force Jiang Yan to surrender to him.
The biggest difference between the enlightenment of a painter and the enlightenment of other professions is that if a painter wants to achieve success, he must pile up countless paints, which will consume a huge amount of money. Therefore, unless he is a wealthy businessman, no one will let his son
Become a painter.
Against Tongbao Pavilion, even if Jiang Lian is extremely talented, Qian Tong would still have the confidence to force him to submit.
But Qian Tong still doesn't know Jiang Chan's temper. His painting skills don't need much guidance, and the paint problem has been solved. The four enthusiastic gangsters downstairs just gave him several sheets of drawing paper that he was worried about.
Now he really doesn't take Tongbao Pavilion seriously.
"Qian Tong, you think too highly of yourself. Do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand? Keep the garbage in Tongbao Pavilion for your own use."
Before time travel, he was a well-known painter. He had painting skills that were beyond this era. This meant that he had a smooth path and could live more freely without asking for help.
Qian Tong's face was ashen. He felt that his attitude was low enough, and a young boy actually bullied him directly.
Song Yu also hurriedly grabbed Jiang Yan's arm.
"Shopkeeper Qian, if he owes Tongbao Pavilion any money, I have some here."
"Mr. Song, you'd better stay out of our affairs," Qian Tong warned.
"This matter has nothing to do with you"
He and Song Yu met unexpectedly, and this was their second time meeting each other. Jiang Chan was already very grateful to be able to speak for him. Song Yu didn't know how many people Jiang Chan had offended.
"Jiang Lun, don't think that I am just a businessman. I was also a student of Wenfu more than 20 years ago."
Qian Tong released a strong spiritual energy, and he actually had the cultivation level of living in the spirit realm, while Jiang Yanji had just entered the spiritual enlightenment realm.
A scroll slipped from his sleeve, and as soon as the scroll was displayed, Qian Tong's spiritual power was absorbed by the scroll, and two hungry wolves jumped out of the painting. The wolves were more than a person tall and long, and their eyes were red, and they were watching eagerly.
"Mid-grade painting of two wolves"
Song Yu was a little nervous. Low-grade paintings can be seen everywhere in Lin'an City, while ordinary paintings can be found occasionally in workshops. As for middle-grade paintings, there are only a few.
Middle-grade paintings are the first watershed for painters. Low-grade ordinary paintings can only be used once, while medium-grade paintings can be used repeatedly.
In Jiang Yan's opinion, the reason why the world is in such a mess is because many damned people are still alive. As a color maker, he has the obligation to be a volunteer for the underworld.
Just painting four paintings in a row consumed a lot of his spiritual energy, but even so when faced with the siege of two wolves, Jiang Yan did not take a step back. He opened the bookcase and held the tiger picture in his hand.
When the hungry wolves were charging towards him, a ferocious tiger appeared next to Jiang Gu. The plump tiger squatted on the ground and licked its paws, and its stomach growled as soon as it appeared.
No matter what kind of painting spirit, others can tell the quality at a glance as soon as it appears, but this silly fat tiger looks harmless to humans and animals, and its cute eyes scan everywhere, making it difficult to distinguish the quality.
"Fat tiger is eating meat"
After hearing the news, Fat Tiger's momentum suddenly changed. When the two wolves attacked, Fat Tiger finally started to show off his power. The tiger's claws directly pressed a wolf to the ground, and the whole building shook with the roar of the tiger.
Song Yu who was standing beside him was startled when Fat Tiger showed off his power. He looked as majestic as the King of Beasts. The two wolves were middle-grade painting spirits with the fighting power of the spirit-dwelling realm. The city lord of Lin'an City and the dean of Chengjun Academy did not take action.
Under such circumstances, he is already considered a top powerhouse.
There is a mysterious connection between the painting spirit and the painting owner. All the spiritual energy consumed by the painting spirit will be absorbed from the painting owner. Jiang Yan's few remaining spiritual energy was now drained by Fat Tiger, and most of it was drawn continuously.
Consuming.
The two wolves are cunning and insidious, and the fat tiger has been bitten twice. If the painting spirit dies, the painting will be destroyed.
Fortunately, despite being obese, Fat Tiger was agile and found an opportunity during the siege to bite off the heads of the two wolves. The hungry wolves fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of colorful ink, and the other one did not hold on for long.
"Mid-grade painting spirit"
Qian Tong was a little shocked. He was naturally very distressed to see his painting of two wolves worth thousands of gold being destroyed, but when his eyes rested on the fat tiger, he was extremely excited. This fat tiger was a middle-grade painting spirit and the best among the middle-grade paintings.
Especially the pigments used in this painting, Qian Tong guessed that they were definitely top-grade pigments.
He also didn't expect that a young man in the spiritual enlightenment realm could kill his middle-grade painting spirit twin wolves. After a brief moment of confusion, the huge bodies came overwhelmingly, and Fat Tiger directly threw Qian Tong to the ground.
Jiang Yan's face was pale. Once the painting spirit appeared, it would consume the painter's spiritual energy all the time, and the consumption was particularly severe during battle. Jiang Chan was only in the first stage of enlightenment, and his spiritual energy was almost completely consumed.
But he still held on. Since Qian Tong had offended him, he had to give him a blow. Jiang Yan held on and stood there, but what he didn't know was that there were some changes in the fat tiger's body, and his eyes
The blood-red tiger began to become full of violence and bloodlust.
Just now, when Jiang Gu said that he was going to eat the fat tiger, he became even more unscrupulous and was about to swallow Qian Tong in one bite. At this moment, the floor of Yunying Tower shook, and a black bear directly knocked the fat tiger away and rolled to the side.
Without the support of Jiang Hu's spiritual power, Fat Tiger was extremely weak and turned into clouds and smoke, dissipating and returning to the scroll.
In terms of real strength, the two Jiang Yans were no match for Qian Tong, but Qian Tong had not fought with anyone for many years and suddenly became distracted during the battle, and this was how he was taken advantage of.
"You are so cruel at such a young age. Even the painting spirit is so vicious. If I hadn't shown up, Shopkeeper Qian would have killed you today."
A middle-aged man with a turban on his head stood next to the painted spirit bear with his hands behind his back.
"Just now, when Qian Tong wanted to take my life, you should have been by the side. If I didn't have these means of self-protection, you would have watched me die just now. You said that you were full of male thieves and female prostitutes."
He turned a blind eye when Qian Tong killed him, suddenly appeared and stabbed him when he was about to succeed, and then pretended to be a messenger of justice and lectured him.
If his spiritual power hadn't bottomed out, he wouldn't mind letting Fat Tiger touch this black bear.
"Jiang Yan, this is Mr. He Qingzhi from Wenfu." Song Yu looked worried at the side. He Qingzhi was not one of Qian Tong's ilk.
"Song Yu, is this the person you recommend to join the club?"
"yes"
"Who did you learn from?" He Qingzhi asked again.
Jiang Lu, who "has no school and no sect, has become a talent by himself" was afraid of causing trouble to Lu Daoxuan, so he did not reveal his name.
"Leaving aside his painting skills, this person's personality is not suitable for staying in Yunying Society." He Qingzhi directly refused Jiang Lun's admission.
"Birds of a feather flock together. In my opinion, there are no good birds in this Yunying Society. I'll say goodbye."
As a painter, it was an insult to his profession not to be able to send him to see the King of Hell. Some people actually said that he was vicious.
Jiang Yan left quickly, and Song Yu could only follow him with some regret.