Chapter Thirty-Six: The Paper That Even the Emperor Wu Can't Destroy
"Qiao'er, if she doesn't buy it, we will."
Long Chu stood behind and looked at Yun Qiao'er, shaking her head helplessly. Yun Qiao'er's simplicity and kindness are both her endearing strengths and worrisome shortcomings. Without the people who are truly good to her, she might be in trouble.
It was a big loss.
"Brother Long."
Seeing the dragon chick, the little girl's tears immediately flowed down. She lowered her head in grievance and held the dragon chick's hand tightly with her little hand. This was the first time she had experienced this kind of scene. Usually the little girl is lively and cute, kind and simple,
She is obedient and sensible, and almost no one would blame her.
"It's okay, it's just that they are short-sighted. Qiao'er is broad-minded and doesn't have the same knowledge as them."
The young dragon petted Yun Qiao'er's head lovingly. Today's lesson may be a good thing for Yun Qiao'er, letting her know the complexity and prejudice of human nature. With Yun Qiao'er's intelligence, I'm afraid she won't be able to
This will happen again.
"Are we blind? It's a joke. I have been in the antique market for a few years, but my vision is not as good as that of a little girl? I think you are too lazy. If you have the ability, just buy the painting."
The young woman glanced at Long Chu with disdain, as if she had seen through you, and the crowd around them also agreed, looking at Long Chu and Yun Qiao'er with colored eyes.
"How much does this painting cost?"
The young dragon simply ignored the young woman and asked the stall owner who was squatting aside.
"Brother, everything here has a flat price of ten spirit crystals. Regardless of whether the items are valuable or not, they will not be returned. Since I support my business, I can just give you eight spirit crystals."
The stall owner was a middle-aged scholar with an honest appearance. He smiled awkwardly at Long Chu and Yun Qiao'er. He also saw the conflict between Yun Qiao'er and the young woman. As a stall owner, he naturally knew that Yun Qiao'er
His son is not his trustee, but he cannot stand up and speak out, otherwise it will only get darker and darker.
"Keep the change, please."
The dragon chick casually threw a piece of middle-grade spiritual crystal to the middle-aged stall owner. One medium-grade spiritual crystal is equivalent to one hundred low-grade spiritual crystals. As a trading currency, generally speaking, the number of spiritual crystals refers to low-grade spiritual crystals.
The young woman was stunned and took a deep breath subconsciously. She was also startled by the dragon child's Kuozhuo. Even ten spirit crystals are enough for an ordinary family to live for two months. One hundred spirit crystals
, that is wealth that ordinary families cannot earn in a year.
However, the young woman still didn't believe that Long Chu would spend a hundred spirit crystals to buy the broken painting. She still thought that they had colluded with the stall owner and deliberately staged such a scene. In the antique market, between the merchants and the hidden stakes
There are often endless tricks and people are deceived every day, which really makes them have to guard against it.
"Qiao'er, how did you know it was a painting by Master Mo?"
Long Chu took the painting and looked at it carefully for a long time, but couldn't see any reason. The painting looked very ordinary and there was nothing special about it. Although he had been born in two lifetimes, he had nothing to do with it in this regard.
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"Brother Long, I didn't tell that it was Mo Fuzi's work from the painting, but from the paper."
Yun Qiaoer wiped her tears with her sleeves and pointed to the blank space in the painting with her little finger, meaning to judge its origin from the paper rather than the painting style of a painter.
"Oh? What should I say?"
Long Chu was stunned for a moment, then seemed to be interested, and asked with great interest. He knew that Yun Qiaoer would not make unreasonable remarks, her words were well-founded, and at a young age, she was very knowledgeable.
Yun Qiao'er's words also aroused the interest of the people watching around. They all looked at Yun Qiao'er curiously, wanting to see if she could tell a reason. Some people who thought they were very knowledgeable burst into laughter.
, as if listening to a joke, the young woman is naturally among this group of people...
"It is not ordinary paper, but black-yellow paper refined by the Xue family, a paper-making family of the Emperor Dragon Dynasty four thousand years ago. The black-yellow paper is made by the Xue family over decades, using Purple Cloud Immortal Bamboo, Lili Divine Wood and fourteen types of emperor-level paper.
It is made from the essence and blood of monster beasts. There are only thirteen pieces of black and yellow paper, and each one is worth a fortune. Over the thousands of years, the uses of the other twelve black and yellow papers have been clear, and only the last one was taken by Master Mo.
Zhang Xuan’s yellow paper has disappeared.”
"It is black and yellow paper, and it is obviously not the other twelve, and it appears as a portrait. It is naturally the last black and yellow paper in the hands of Master Mo. Grandma said that the black and yellow paper has been extremely tough since it was made, even if it is
The famous Martial Emperor cannot destroy it at all, Brother Long will know the truth after testing it."
Yun Qiaoer explained in a serious manner, holding her little head up and confidently, as if she was not lying.
"Xuanhuang paper!"
The young dragon took a deep breath, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes. Yun Qiaoer was still a child after all, and did not understand the preciousness of black and yellow paper. If it was really black and yellow paper, its value could not be judged by its tenacity.
The biggest characteristic of Xuanhuang paper is its inclusiveness. It is a blank piece of paper with the most primitive shaping ability. It is the top refining material when used to refine weapons, and it is the top medicinal material when used to make elixirs. Every piece of Xuanhuang paper
Paper is a first-class treasure in the world. There are only thirteen pieces of real Xuanhuang paper. No one can refine Xuanhuang paper except the original Xue family.
The young dragon pondered for a moment, glanced at the young woman who still looked disdainful, and suddenly spread the painting on the bluestone floor. He casually pulled out a rusty dagger and stabbed it into the painting with his backhand. With a pop,
The seemingly hard bluestone floor was penetrated like a dagger cutting into tofu.
"Tch, you guys are really capable of making up this bullshit black and yellow paper. This time you were caught in the trap."
The young woman had been paying attention to the movements of the young dragon. When she saw that the dagger was inserted into the bluestone, but the painting on it did not move at all, it was obvious that the dagger had penetrated easily, and she sneered disdainfully.
Others also shook their heads, thinking that Long Chu and Yun Qiao'er were playing tricks on themselves. Even the stall owner couldn't help but look away. Fortunately, he wasn't the one who invited them, otherwise it would be so embarrassing.
Lian Yunqiao'er also began to become a little nervous, fearing that he had made a wrong judgment. Only Long Xiao's face suddenly became meaningful, he turned to look at everyone, and suddenly let go of the hand holding the dagger.
With a whooshing sound, the dagger that had been inserted into the ground suddenly rebounded and shot directly into the air more than ten meters high. After rolling a few times, it fell to the ground with a clang.
hiss!
There was a sound of breathing, and I saw that the painting lying flat on the ground was safe and sound. Not to mention holes, there was not even a wrinkle, as if it had never been stabbed by a sharp dagger. But the dagger was indeed inserted into the bluestone ground, so what?
There will be falsehoods, especially since the dagger was bounced out by a force in the end. It was not caused by the dragon chick, but it could only have been caused by the drawing paper.