Seekers Without Bounds

Shi Xunfei was confused by the two's actions. How should he draw a good picture?

"A Fei, why are you standing there like an idiot? Did you buy the brocade book?" Lu Zhaohui finally got rid of it and went up to the second floor.

"Mr. Hong's paintings are worth 100,000, plus another 100,000 amber crystals in exchange for two volumes of brocade books!" Anu offered the price to the shopkeeper with a silver note in his hand.

"Anu, Anu." The woman had returned to the inner room. Master Hong stretched his neck outside to look inside.

"Just these two volumes cost one hundred thousand amber crystals?" Shi Xunfei was shocked by the price. Miandu was really ripping people off without blinking an eye!

In fact, it’s not that the two volumes of brocade books are worth 100,000, but that Mr. Hong only brought 100,000 amber crystals today.

"Anu, you haven't kissed me yet!" Master Hong shouted from outside, turning his left cheek to the side.

"Master Hong, if you don't mind, let me kiss you on behalf of Anu."

A face covered with beard and thick lips came forward. It seemed that the shopkeeper was about to take action personally!

"Get out, get out, you old rabbit. Get out of here, Cat!" Master Hong was also frightened and left angrily with his servant.

Shi Xunfei was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. Why did Miandu feel a little weird?

Lu Zhaohui thought it was commonplace; he had seen much more exciting things than this.

"Hey, you old asshole, my brother is buying Jinshu paper, why aren't you selling it?" Lu Zhaohui asked.

"Oh my, it turns out you're Mr. Lu's friend. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Anu, come out quickly. Mr. Lu Zhaohui is here!"

The shopkeeper knew all the young masters and young ladies in the cotton capital.

"Here she comes!" The pretty girl came out from the inner room again.

Shi Xunfei just couldn't understand why this trick always worked?

"Okay, stop giving me all these fancy words, just tell me how much a roll costs!"

Lu Zhaohui sat directly on the counter and threatened.

But the shopkeeper still looked indifferent and said:

"Rules are rules. Danqing Book Club requires you to exchange your paintings for them. If you want to buy them with money, you will have to wait eight years."

"Master Lu, you are so handsome, why did you only come to Danqing Book Club today? Anu really loves you to death." The girl acted coquettishly in front of him.

She even pulled her already revealing clothes even lower.

Lu Zhaohui was on top and she was squatting below, so she could clearly see the beautiful breasts.

But Lu Zhaohui didn't even look at him, staring at the bearded shopkeeper.

His Qi couldn't even lock onto the old shopkeeper who was so close to him. This was impossible!

Don’t be fooled by the shopkeeper’s sissy appearance, he is definitely capable of being above the Material Transformation Realm!

He remained calm and completely ignored Lu Zhaohui's threats.

Just as he was about to take out the Siren's Fang, Shi Xunfei held him down.

"If I just draw a picture, can I get it in exchange for brocade paper?"

"Yes, even if your paintings are not up to par, you can still exchange them for amber crystals. I only recognize paintings, not people!"

The conflict between Lu Zhaohui and the shopkeeper was about to break out, and the area was surrounded by people eager to get involved.

Shi Xunfei sensed that besides the shopkeeper, there were at least two other masters here, and with so many people, it would be difficult to take action.

"Okay, boss, lend me a pen and some ink!" The bearded boss was also straightforward and provided all the painting materials. "Do you want paper?"

"I have the paper!" Shi Xunfei took out the Cloud Brocade Book that he got from the Shuangsi Mausoleum.

"Good paper!" praised the shopkeeper.

The painting also shows birds, two golden eagles flying playfully between the cliffs.

But to outsiders, his paintings are just dozens of simple lines.

With the newly acquired Jiemiehan, he buried the strings of Fengyu into the lines, and each line emitted a faint blue light.

An expert could tell whether something was good or not at a glance, and the shopkeeper was fascinated by it.

It’s not about how high Shi Xunfei’s painting skills are, but the wonder of Qianzhe technique!

Then paint the golden eagle's chestnut-black feathers, leaving a little gray at the tail, and finally the eyes, with the brush and Jimiehan drawing them at the same time.

The two golden eagles suddenly came to life, flying freely among the cliffs in the painting.

Accompanied by the sound of wind, the strings emit the clear cry of an eagle at a specific angle.

Shi Xunfei used wind language to hold the drawing paper upright in the light, and the two golden eagles seemed to come alive, flying in the air.

Everyone present was stunned and no one dared to make a sound for fear of scaring the two golden eagles away!

This is Shi Xunfei's current understanding of the Qianzhe technique.

He could only trace his folding art on paper and let light through it to create an illusion, but he could not obtain the real spiritual golden sculpture.

If you ask him to draw any other bird, he won't be able to do it because he has never seen one. The only bird he can draw is the golden eagle.

During his time with Guan Ting, he not only fed the two eagles, but also often touched and played with them.

As a painter, his technique is very immature. The wind-like force added to the paper conceals his shortcomings in technique.

"Oh my God, this is truly a masterpiece. Sir, please sign it quickly. Sign it quickly. Seal it with your seal!"

The bearded shopkeeper came to his senses and spoke incoherently.

"Hey, old rabbit, how about this painting of my brother? Is it okay to exchange it for your brocade paper?"

Lu Zhaohui patted Shi Xunfei's shoulder proudly. He had never expected that Shi Xunfei's painting could be so vivid.

The people nearby also walked out of the painting and burst into cheers.

The big head looked at it blankly, then turned his head and sneered, "Two stupid birds, just flying around like this, what's so good about it."

"Young master's paintings are quite original! Anu will give you twenty rolls of brocade paper, and you don't need to pay any more amber crystals!" The shopkeeper laughed so hard that his beard almost left his face.

"Wait a minute, old shopkeeper. My prince is willing to collect this painting for 800,000 amber crystals!"

The person who spoke was Geng Butian, and the visitor was the Tea Prince.

Everyone made way, and Shi Xunfei and Lu Zhaohui finally saw the Tea Prince they had only heard of.

He wore a bamboo hat and carried a large fish basket on his back.

He has a majestic figure, the angles of his face are as sharp as mountain peaks, and his sharp eyes are even more vivid than those of a golden eagle.

You can tell at first glance that he's not a good person.

"Geng Butian, the people who come to my book club are all scholars and poets. What are you, a vulgar warrior like you, doing here?"

The old shopkeeper with a beard looked disgusted and called out the name of Geng Butian, one of the four great masters.

It seems that he is also a person of high status. Lu Zhaohui felt scared when he thought about it and was very glad that he did not take action just now.

"Master Luo, Xiao Wang likes this painting. Can you sell it to me?"

Tea King Ze slowly appeared on the stage, and the bearded shopkeeper turned out to be Luo Yichuan, one of the four great masters of Cotton City.

"According to the rules of Danqing Book Club, the paintings must be stored in the warehouse for valuation before being sold. If the Tea Prince wants to buy any, he can come in a few days."

For Luo Yichuan, regulations are rules and no one can change them.

Although Lu Zhaohui met the Tea Prince for the first time, he knew that his father had an inexplicable connection with him.

The Tea Prince and Liu Youjun are sworn enemies in Cotton City.

Shi Xunfei didn't care about the prince at all and carefully examined the brocade book from Danqing Book Society.

Now comes the embarrassing question: these twenty volumes of brocade books are completely different from what he got in the Double Death Mausoleum.

The tolerance to wind power is only half, and the toughness is much worse. The wind power that can be stored is limited.