Qin Yifan said: "I can't sell any calligraphy and paintings. Today I can only be an air force and continue to live a difficult life in the future."

"What does it mean to be an air force?" An Lingxi asked curiously.

"When the Air Force means returning empty-handed when fishing." Qin Yifan said.

"So that's what it means." Huang Yirong said.

I thought to myself: Brother Qin, there is no need to be so frustrated. You are rich, you are really rich. I just didn't tell you for the time being, afraid that you will be a moonlight clan.

After spending time with Qin Yifan for a long time, she gradually learned some of the ‘special words’ he occasionally said.

"Mr. Qin, don't be anxious first. Maybe you'll have a business after a while?" An Lingxi said with a smile. She was not anxious for Qin Yifan at all: Will immortals lack worldly money?

After waiting for another stick of incense, two young men, who looked like servants, walked out of the town. They walked to their painting stall and looked at it.

It seems that they are working for a wealthy family. Will they buy my paintings? It shouldn't be possible. Maybe it's just fun to watch.

"Young Master, how much does this painting cost?" However, the fact immediately slapped him in the face. One of the servants pointed to a painting hanging on the tree and asked seriously.

Qin Yifan laughed a little when he saw it, but since someone asked the price seriously, he forced himself to hold it back. The name of this painting is "A Thousand Miles to Rider Single", which depicts Guan Gong holding a Qinglong Yanyue Knife, riding a BMW bicycle under his crotch, running forward.

It is obvious that this is his graffiti work. His calligraphy and painting skills are already in the realm of harmony between man and nature. If you only draw some works of the true scriptures, it is obviously meaningless and too rigid. So you occasionally draw some funny pictures to adjust them, which is also a unique pleasure.

In addition to riding alone for thousands of miles, Xiao He also rode a flatbed car to chase Han Xin under the moon, Kong Ming borrowed the big truck from the east wind, and the kitten roared into the mountains and forests...

"You two like my painting?" Qin Yifan asked in surprise.

"Yes." said the servant, "The god general on this painting is majestic and majestic, and the Azure Dragon Sword is full of murderous aura. If you buy it, you may be able to shock the evil spirits. It is such a masterpiece!"

"And the magic weapon under his feet has never been seen before." Another servant said seriously, "I have only heard of immortals who step on the flying sword and immortals who step on the divine sword. I have never seen one riding a two-wheeled bike before."

A masterpiece that has never been seen since ancient times? Qin Yifan was a little confused. However, since the other party wanted to buy it, he could only go with the flow.

"You two really want to buy it?"

"I really want to buy it."

"Okay, since you two want to buy it, just sell it to you one tael of silver." Qin Yifan said. He priced his works at a serious calligraphy and painting pair of ten taels of silver. After all, he is short of money now and has seen several big buyers. And this kind of graffiti is sold for one tael of silver.

Moreover, what he didn't want to bring about this painting was that An Lingxi took the wrong one yesterday when he was packing up his paintings. Today he had no choice but to put it on.

"One tael of silver? It's too cheap." said the servant who asked the price.

"Yes, such a masterpiece is at least 1,000 taels!" said the servant next to him.

A masterpiece of the ages? One thousand taels!?

And these two are dressed as servants!

Qin Yifan was a little confused and said, "Are you two wrong?" If it was in his previous life, he would definitely think that these two were joking about him. Because riding alone in a thousand miles is a funny work, and even a fool can see it, but no one knows bicycles in this world of immortal cultivation.

"No mistake, absolutely nothing wrong!" said the servant who asked the price.

"This painting is worth 1,000 taels, we'll buy it!" said another servant. After that, he took out a small box he carried with him from behind.

When Qin Yifan opened the wooden cover of the box, a dazzling light suddenly appeared. When he saw that there were fifty silver ingots neatly lying inside, each of which was twenty taels, and it was very beautiful.

So much money! Qin Yifan's eyes were so blurred.

"Since the young master agreed to sell this painting to us for a thousand taels of silver, he must not regret it!" said the servant who asked the price just now.

"Let's go with the painting, so that he won't stop selling it to us later." Another servant said. After that, the two of them pulled the painting off the tree, rolled up, and ran away in a flash.

"What's going on? I didn't even react." Qin Yifan said.

"Brother Qin, someone likes your paintings. Isn't it a pleasure to spend 1,000 taels of silver to buy them?" Huang Yirong said. She was nervous: Brother Qin can sell 1,000 taels of paintings. It seems that he really doesn't lack money? Alas! He has the opportunity to "expend his family" again.

"It's worth being happy." Qin Yifan said, "but..."

"Mr. Qin, I'm afraid you don't know the value of your paintings." An Lingxi said. As if he had some advice, the Qin Immortal's paintings could not measure its value, not only a thousand taels of silver, but even a thousand taels of gold. Even if this painting is graffiti, Qin Immortal is pretending to be a mortal again.

"You are right." Qin Yifan said. After thinking about it, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it. Although "Riding Single in Thousand Miles" was just a graffiti, it was also a skill of unity between man and nature.

Take out two silver ingots from the box and hand them to Huang Yirong: "Rong'er, this is the vehicle and ship fare I owe you last time. The two silver ingots should be similar."

"Since Brother Qin wants to give it to me, I will take it away." Huang Yirong said.

He took out two more silver ingots and handed them to An Lingxi: "Xiaomei, this is your pocket money. Take it to buy a good set of clothes, and I will also have a brand name when I wear it."

"Thank you, Mr. Qin." An Lingxi took over the silver ingot indifferently. She was the fairy at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Period and the first disciple of the Qingshi Palace. To be honest, she really regarded money as dirt. Only the fairy jade could make her feel a little bit moved. Taking over the silver ingot was just a show.

However, she was quite happy to receive the forty taels given by Qin Yifan. After all, her current identity is a maid and she escaped. So she has never dared to wear good-looking clothes for fear of being fucked, but now she can buy them with justification.

You can even buy some rouge and powder to dress yourself up. If you always look ugly, it won't attract his attention.

Pocket money? A maid's pocket money costs so much forty taels? Sure enough, Brother Qin is making a fortune again. Huang Yirong muttered to herself.

"Okay, since we have made money today, it's time for us to go back to Maple Leaf Town." Qin Yifan said. After that, the three of them stood up and began to take down the calligraphy and paintings from the trees and put them into the basket.

"Brother Qin, I'll go to the town to buy some locust flowers and take them back for you to drink in the future." Huang Yirong said.
Chapter completed!