The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Xiao Liao quickly jumped in front of the poor scholar.

"Stay back! Keep your distance! I can see right through you, you can't!"

Xiao Liao blocked the scholar who tried to break through her isolation and move forward.

Feeling that the scholar was stronger than herself, she did not point out the scholar's purpose, and could only try to force her back with her eyes.

Yi Er didn't pay any attention to the quarrel between the two. He was quietly using the system to scan the paintings for valuation.

There was a painting that was estimated to be very high. I was just about to ask for the price and buy it.

I was a little confused when I heard Xiao Liao's words. How could it be possible to buy a painting? Was there such a big generation gap between him and the people in the other world?

Seeing Yi Er's eyes, Xiao Liao felt that she had overreacted. Although she and the poor scholar knew what she was thinking as soon as they saw each other, it was not easy to point it out, as it would affect the reputation of Yi Daoyou.

The poor scholar said nothing, quietly increasing the force of pushing Xiao Liao, and continued to look at Yi Er with a melancholy and deep look.

Xiao Liao was so angry. Seeing the melancholy look in his eyes again, she wanted to help the scholar close his eyes.

Xiao Liao heard Daoyou Yi speak,

"How much do these paintings cost?"

Damn it! No one can stop him! This inferior painting, Brother Yi wants to buy it. It turns out that young men care about appearance the most. Love at first sight is like a landslide. Outsiders can't stop it.

"Two medium-grade spirit stones, I'll pack them for you," the poor scholar hurriedly broke free from Xiao Liao's obstruction and went forward to roll up the scroll.

Xiao Liao stood in front of Yi Er and refused to let the poor scholar get close to him.

"Just hand it to me. Okay, fellow Daoist Yi, let's go."

Xiao Liao urged him hard, fearing that Daoyou Yi's eyes would meet the charming and deep eyes of the poor scholar for even a moment.

Yi Er didn't know why Xiao Liao was so nervous, but he also tried to speed up his pace.

"Friend Liao, do you have something urgent?"

Xiao Liao was not in a hurry. She was worried that Yi Daoyou would fall in love with the poor and charming scholar.

Young men are not good at discovering the inner qualities and are generally only attracted by the outer qualities.

"Young man, please stay~" The scholar really tried to persuade him to stay.

Xiao Liao was so nervous that he almost jumped up.

No, you can’t look back. No matter how many times you look back, it will all be false tenderness in the mist and rain.

She immediately jumped in front of the scholar and said, "Just tell me if you have anything to say~"

The scholar was unwilling to give up, and tried to talk to Yi Er.

"My dear, you are the only one who appreciates my paintings so much. I want to give you another painting."

Xiao Liao guessed that the next routine was that the scholar wanted to give the young man his most beloved painting, but accidentally gave away the ancestral painting. Later, he would have an excuse to go to the young man to ask for the ancestral painting back, thereby increasing the opportunity for communication.

Yi Er was very resolute, "No need, those few paintings are enough."

The estimated value of the paintings he selected was okay, so he bought them, mainly because they were very cheap. The estimated value of the remaining paintings was only a few dozen points, not as good as his iron forging, so even if he was given them as gifts, he would not take them.

Xiao Liao turned around in surprise. Eh? Did Friend Yi see through the tricks of this poor scholar?

It's rare that a smart young man can avoid falling into this kind of targeted gentle trap.

Xiao Liao was very happy to follow Yi Er.

The poor scholar was a little disappointed when he saw the two people walking away. He couldn't even pose in the most handsome side profile pose. The big fish had escaped. What was going on? Usually, when she gave this kind of look, the young men would look shy and let her do whatever she wanted.

The waiter of Shui Mo Pavilion sneered, "Don't say that we in Shui Mo Pavilion are unkind. In order to support the Confucian scholars and painters, we specially prepared a counter for consignment. We only charge half of the consignment fee.

Or if you have free time you can go to set up a stall at any of the other stalls. Why do you have to block our door? It's so strange!

Don't think that you know that there is a rich young man here and want to cling to him and eat his free food. You should work a few hundred years less."

At this time, a rich young man with a chubby figure and wearing many jewels passed by. He was mesmerized by the deep and charming eyes of the down-and-out scholar and jumped out to confront the waiter of the Water Ink Pavilion on behalf of the scholar.

"Oh, you are a young man, you are working as a waiter in public, isn't it just to get close to a rich female cultivator? Don't be so self-righteous!"

"You! I earn my living, yet you say that..." The waiter cried bitterly.

"That's how it is. A sharp-tongued, frivolous and dissolute boy like you, no one would want you in the mortal world!"

The young man from the rich family looked back at the handsome scholar, afraid that she would think his words were too harsh.

But he saw the tenderness in the scholar's eyes. The rich young man blushed and felt a little shy. He stopped scolding the waiter.

The scholar gently blocked the young man from the rich family behind him and said, "Don't be so rude to such a warm-hearted and kind-hearted young man. I will not set up a stall in your Shui Mo Pavilion anymore."

The rich boy actually looked touched. The scholar took in the expression of the rich boy. If there were no big fish, small shrimps would be fine. The previous boy must have been an exception.

Looking at me with a blushing face, this kind of stupid and gullible look is the norm for young men,

Yi Er and Xiao Liao were unaware of the commotion behind them and rushed to the library.

He had not forgotten the story of the meritorious immortal Liu. The book pavilion recorded the story of his ascension in great detail.

"Ming Liu, married to Ming Yu Zhenren at the age of sixteen, was filial and respectful, and had impeccable manners.

He and the lady were in love, and at the age of 106, his merits moved heaven and he was promoted to the Golden Elixir Stage.

At noon on September 6, 365, he ascended to heaven.

There is also a recording of the image of a person wearing jewels and a flower crown. It is indeed the immortal who was dismembered in the upper world.

Looking back further, I found that most of the people who ascended were at the Jindan stage, and the time was very regular, with one ascending every thirty years.

He clearly remembered hearing about a Nascent Soul cultivator in this world during the auction.

He glanced at Xiao Liao and wondered how to ask.

Who knew that Xiao Liao also took a copy of the Ascension Record and commented after taking a look at it,

"All Yuanying cultivators give up ascending to heaven, so why did Ming Liu choose to ascend to heaven? It would have been so nice to be a couple of immortals with Ming Yu Zhenren, but now they are being taken advantage of by a substitute."

Yi Er frowned. If he remembered correctly, the substitute was torturing himself physically and mentally with Master Mingyu. Could that be considered taking advantage?

Yi Er also bought some travel notes, introductory books on weapon refining, Confucian cultivation, and a few common qigong exercises in the library.

When passing by the teahouse, Yi Er packed a portion of each cake and put it in the storage ring.

Xiao Liao then noticed that Yi Er was not using a storage bag but a storage ring.

Touching his storage bag, Xiao Liao felt a little envious.

Her storage bag could only hold some pills and sundries, and at most could hold a low bed. Her master promised that he would give her a large storage bag after she established her foundation.

Looking at Yi Er's storage ring that can hold hundreds of plates of cakes and food boxes, it must have a lot of space.

Xiao Liao sighed. Even her master only had one storage ring. She could forget about it.

Yi Er actually didn't put the cakes in the storage ring at all. When he sent Xiao Liao to help him get the remaining cakes, he opened the illusion array in the private room.

He used a scroll and other magical instruments to tie up the cake box and passed it to Tutu, leaving only a few for himself to eat after his practice.

Tutu was eating the snacks full of spiritual energy that Yi Er had brought to him while sorting out the magic tools that Yi Er had brought to him.

"That is to say, those Confucian painters only need to comprehend the artistic conception, and they can even launch attacks in an environment without spiritual energy."

Tutu randomly selected a painting titled "Long Grass and Flying Birds".

A sense of vitality as if being in nature comes to you.

"It is indeed full of vitality with grass growing and birds singing,"

The person in the painting is being forced to listen to the system's lectures.

Suddenly I felt the vitality in the scroll in Tutu's hand.

The whole painting floated up and stuck to the system frame, and my eyes were almost glued to the painting.

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