The bustling Panjiayuan is still very lively. Xuan Qi stands among the crowd and looks out, enters the world to practice and observe all kinds of energy, practice hundreds of methods, and hone his mind.

Xuan Qi's mind was detached at this moment, as if he was out of his body and looked down at the entire Pan home. There were joys, sorrows, sorrows, successes, failures, and beating ambitions. Everyone seemed to be a snail, moving slowly, but did not stop pursuing dreams.

Xuan Qi sighed leisurely, as if he felt the ups and downs of the moment, and he had the same fate as others and used his own methods. Only the feet knew whether the shoes fit their feet, and whether they lived a good life was good, just like drinking water, they knew the warmth and coldness of the body.

Xuan Qi, who was just out of the world, was immediately caught up in the abortion, so inconspicuous and insignificant. He walked into the jade area along the abortion. Xuan Qi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the shop's shop's shop's shop's antique business, but there were also some things that were very good. Although the honest merchants developed slowly in the early stage, after a few years, they turned the shop into a famous font. That would be the end of their hardships.

When he walked to a shop called Mj Feizhai, Xuan Qi stopped. The antique shop was not noisy, and the plaque hanging on the shop actually exuded a sense of spiritual energy. After a closer look, this plaque has a history of at least a hundred years, and it should be the font size of the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China.

When he walked into the store, the attentive guy was indeed wearing a Zhongshan suit, standing in front of Xuan Qi, and asked respectfully: "Sir, what can I do to help you?"

Xuan Qi didn't like to beat around the bush and said straight to the point: "I have a piece of imperial green material, I wonder if you will accept it?"

Mj Feizhai’s main business is to sell carved jade pendants. It is rumored that their ancestors once made an imperial green ring, which was favored by the Lord Lafayette. It became famous for a while and created such a prominent sign.

When the guy heard that Xuan Qi was going to take advantage of Mingqi worth more than one million yuan, a strange color flashed in his eyes and said in a low voice: "Does the Mingqi stay on your body?" Seeing Xuan Qi nodding, the guy went to find the shopkeeper. Today, not only the big shopkeeper was there, but also the old shopkeeper was there. They all came out in Zhongshan outfits and greeted him when they saw Xuan Qi.

Xuan Qi took out the piece of imperial green material from his pocket. The green material immediately attracted the attention of the two generations of shopkeepers. The material was a good material, crystal clear, with enough water, and a festive green. Moreover, the material was very large, and it could cut out several ring faces, and he could also take out two pairs of bracelets when he was ruthless.

The old and young shopkeepers looked at each other, and the old shopkeeper nodded slightly. The big shopkeeper asked the shopkeeper to take a washbasin to make a basin of water. He put the wool into the basin of the water in the house, and the whole basin of water turned green. He took out the material and the water turned clear again. After repeated experiments, he confirmed that this piece of material was the top imperial green material.

After confirming that, the shopkeeper directly offered a price: "Two million."

Xuan Qi reached out to grab the wet material and opened his mouth and said, "If it's too low, it's all the way south and north. I'm sincerely selling it, you don't want to buy it, so I can only change to another store.

The old shopkeeper opened his mouth and said, "The business is about asking for prices everywhere and paying back money everywhere. Since you think the price we offer is not good, you can also offer a price."

Xuan Qi shrugged his shoulders and did not offer a price, but pointed to the sign outside: "A century-old store is famous for its time-honored brand. If you say such words, aren't you afraid of your ancestors being shamed?"

This was very heavy, almost like a slap in the face. The shopkeeper's face turned red and he was furious: "You..." The veins on his neck burst out one by one.

A strange color flashed in the old shopkeeper's eyes. He was confused first and then turned into a sudden enlightenment. He reached out and pulled his son. He bowed with respect, raised his hands high above his head, and bowed deeply: "I have violated the ancestral teachings over the years | Thanks to the little brother's wake-up call, he almost knocked out the sign left by his ancestors. We accepted this piece of material for my little brother, for 3.5 million."

This price is so high, Xuan Qi's heart is three million. Now he calls out such a price, Xuan Qi smiled and said, "I have something wrong, I'm too urged and too impatient. Please forgive me."

People carry people in a sedan chair, keep a line of things in their work, so they can meet each other in the future. Practicing mysterious techniques and Xuan Qi, who has been a human being for two lifetimes, has already experienced the wonderful things, being versatile and versatile.

The material was evaluated again, and in the end, Xuan Qi's account had an additional 3.5 million yuan. Xuan Qi hugged the father and son and fisted and left.

The shopkeeper asked the shopkeeper suspiciously: "Why is he giving such a high price and putting his posture so low?"

The old shopkeeper looked at his son and said with a grudge: "You walked out of the gate of hell just now. Do you know?" When the old shopkeeper saw Xuan Qi take the material, sparks flashed in his eyes, and white jade shone on his palms. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he also exposed himself.

"Do you say he is Xuan Xiu?" The shopkeeper realized that he was afraid. The disappearance of Daqingshi that was in a turmoil a few days ago was unknown to Panjiayuan. Others didn't know that the father and son were clear, and he brought the way to Jiguxuan. Looking at the high-rise, elusive Xuan Xiu, and the extremely sharp flying sword that could cut steel bars and the anti-theft door like tofu, the shopkeeper was afraid from the bottom of his heart.

The old-fashioned brand is a time-honored brand. The business of several generations is inevitably related to the various religions and all kinds of things. When you get others' use, you have to do your duty even if you are used by others. So the shopkeeper rolled his eyes and said, "Do you want me to take a picture of a guy and then notify them?"

The old shopkeeper shook his head slowly and said, "This is what affects mortals fighting against the gods. We cannot get ahead, but we must hide behind, call them, tell them about the foreign trade characteristics, and then report the suspicious things truthfully."

On the small hills in the suburbs of Beijing, an old man wearing a black Taoist robe with three black beards was breathing and breathing. A little golden flashed between his eyebrows. One in and out, a golden flying sword as big as an embroidery needle flashed around the old man's body. Suddenly, a young man with a boy's hair bun flashed in and knelt on the ground and shouted: "Go to the ancestor, Mj Feizhai, news came from someone selling jade in their store, but the other party was still a tough Zi Xuan Xiu."

The old man opened his eyes, his eyes were like lightning, sparks flashing, and the golden flying sword in his eyebrows quickly grew bigger, about three feet long and two inches wide, and was golden all over. The old man's body rose into the clouds, stepped on the flying sword, and flashed away. When he appeared again, he was already sitting in the store of Mj Feizhai.

"Be careful" Xuan Qi, who had just visited the calligraphy and painting market, suddenly heard the old man's voice in his ears: "A monk appeared in Panjiayuan, and he was also a sword cultivator who transformed into true qi. It depends on the situation and is here to cause trouble for you."

"Sword Cultivator of True Qi Transformation Liquid?" Xuan Qi was not afraid. He had not yet understood the relationship between monks and monks. Cultivators without masters and friends were like rootless mugwort, and they were often stomped by great monks for no reason. If they had a treasure on their body, the great monks would also kill people and seize treasures.

"Can I get him done according to my current strength and your wisdom?" Xuan Qile and Leyouyou wanted to get him, so it would be better to get another natal flying sword.

"Is your head full of feces?" The old man was crazy and speechless: "Before the liquid transformation stage, you are just stronger than ordinary people. If the bullet hits you, you will die. After the true gas is transformed into liquid, even if it is hit by rockets or grenades, you will suffer at most internal injuries. Do you know how big the gap is?"

Xuan Qi flattened his mouth and felt that he was indeed ridiculous, like a drunk mouse, clamoring to kill the cat. Xuan Qi shrugged and said, "If you can't handle him, then let's go. Now, the farther you go, the better."

"He couldn't leave, he deliberately released his spiritual sense to let others know that he was here. Now no matter who left, he would be more suspicious. Not only did we not leave, we would also stay in Panjiayuan to pick up big leaks."

Xuan Qi understood, and found a place to take off his disguise, walked on the antique street with his original appearance, used the art of identifying the qi to see the calligraphy and paintings on the street stall, and the stall owners were also bargaining with others. Looking at the colorful aura, Xuan Qi's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise. He raised his foot to a stall. The owner of the stall was twenty-three or four years old, his eyes were bright and his clothes were clean, but his bones were filled with thief. This guy was definitely a thief who could use his skills to use his skills.

What really surprised Xuan Qi was that it was a painting on the stall. The luster of this painting was too weird. Xuan Qi couldn't help but open it. He looked carefully and the more he looked, the more he became, the more he was on his face.

This is an ink painting with three green bamboos on it. The slender bamboo leaves are lively and interesting, the seal is red, and the seal is engraved in it.

Huang Shaoqiang was born in 1901 and suddenly became a short and hard life. He studied art with his mother Kong since childhood. Later, he studied Western painting from Liu Bowen. At the age of 19, he went to Gao Qifeng Aesthetics Museum to learn painting. The following year, he learned painting with Gao Jianfu. Later, he learned painting with Liu Haisu at the Shanghai Fine Arts College. His skills improved day by day. He once dressed up north and traveled to Guangxi, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Shandong, Shanxi and other places, looking at the rivers and mountains of the motherland, searching for all the sufferings of the people, and accumulating a lot of materials for his later paintings. Huang Shaoqiang was in trouble and was depressed and unsuccessful throughout his life.

Xu Beihong's comment on Huang Shaoqiang's painting method said: "It is not important to emphasize skill, it is not illegal for the ancients, and it is painted in shape and color, and the people's voices."

This work has great techniques and clumsy techniques and already has certain literary value. Whether it is layout or artistic conception, it is ingenious. With the unique flavor of the era, this painting should be the original.
Chapter completed!