"Help!"
"Lord Fengzhuo, help!"
"Lord City Lord, help!"
The soul of the goatee boss struggled to resist Zhang Xiaozu's fist, while asking for help from the director of the Antique Street and the city lord of Tiger City.
With his level of cultivation, these roars were enough to shatter doors and windows and spread throughout every corner of Tiger City.
But in the bustling street outside, no one heard his cry for help.
Because his voice was completely blocked by the ban imposed by Zhang Xiaopou.
He wanted to activate the formation in the shop to attack Zhang Xiaopou, but dense red runes were flying in the air, cutting off the connection between him and the formation.
"Go to hell!"
Zhang Xiaozu's eyes widened with anger, his fist pressed against the goatee boss's soul, and he hammered him to the ground.
"ah--"
"Sir, spare your life!"
"I lied to you. I am not from Longfeng Villa. Please forgive me."
"I will return the money to you and compensate you with a hundred Tongxuan Pills."
"Please, spare my life!"
Seeing that asking for help was in vain, the goatee boss began to plead urgently.
But Zhang Xiaozu ignored him at all. The moment he had the intention to kill, what he wanted was a quick victory.
Because this is Tiger City and the territory of Phoenix Villa, once there is any disturbance, he has no chance of escaping unscathed.
You might even have to save your life.
Therefore, go as fast as you can without any hesitation.
With a click, Boss Goatee's soul defense was crushed by Zhang Xiaozu's punch.
The red rune chains and Taoist true fire instantly entangled and engulfed it.
"ah--"
The goatee boss screamed miserably.
Just then an old man walked outside the door, carrying a large bamboo tube on his back.
The doors and windows of the shop were all open. Looking in from the outside, everything in the shop was normal. The old man didn't know there was an invisible prohibition barring the door, so he bumped into it blankly.
It bounced away with a thud, and he was caught off guard and fell onto his back.
"Ouch!"
The old man was lying in front of the door, screaming in pain.
It immediately attracted the attention of pedestrians and stall owners on the nearby streets.
The old man lay on the ground and groaned a few times. After he regained his composure, he got up and raised his hand to touch his sore forehead. He looked at the door of the shop with confusion on his face and said, "What...what's going on?" ?”
As he spoke, he stepped forward and reached into the door.
There are many curious eyes staring at the old man around. If the old man touches the restricted light curtain, it will definitely attract special attention from these people.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaozu opened his mouth and swallowed the soul of the goatee boss in one gulp, swallowing it into the war gate space to continue refining.
At the same time, with a wave of his hand, he put the body of the goatee boss into the void space and cleaned up the blood stains in the shop.
Then he took a step to the door, stretched out his hand to hold the old man's rough hand, and greeted him politely: "Old man, please come in quickly. I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
Before the old man could react, he was dragged into the shop by Zhang Xiaopou.
The eyes staring at the old man outside the door were all blocked by the ban. Not only was the line of sight blocked, but also the spiritual consciousness could not see into the shop.
Although these people were curious, especially the nearby stall owners who were familiar with the shop owner, they heard that the voice that greeted the old man came in was not the voice of the goatee boss, but they were curious, so they couldn't go forward to find out, because the antique street There are many rules in the market. If the seller and buyer trade secretly, it is taboo to peep.
And what Zhang Xiaozhu deliberately told them meant that they had already agreed.
It seems that the deal has been agreed upon long ago and is just waiting to be traded in the store today.
These stall owners who hang out in the antique street are all smart people, so how can they not understand the meaning of the words? However, although they did not step forward curiously to find out, they all focused on staring at the shop door. Before, I wanted to know what good treasures Boss Goatee had received.
"Ouch! Slow down, slow down!"
The old man was suddenly dragged into the shop by Zhang Xiaopou and was suddenly startled.
Zhang Xiaozu helped him sit down at the tea table, made him a bowl of herbal tea, and asked: "Old man, do you want to buy or sell?"
He originally wanted to knock the old man unconscious, but he gave up the idea when he found that the old man was an ordinary person with no cultivation. He had a smell of loess and seemed to be an ordinary citizen farming the land.
I thought that the things in the store were ownerless anyway, so if the old man came to buy something, I would give him a few pieces for free.
"You...are the boss?"
The old man looked at Zhang Xiaopou suspiciously.
Zhang Xiaozhu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he immediately realized that he had been careless. He did not consider that the old man might know the goatee boss, so he replied: "I'm not the boss, I'm the new guy. The boss has something to do." ”
"Oh, I don't think you look like a boss, you're too young." The old man nodded.
Zhang Xiaopou laughed dumbly.
"I heard that the gentlemen in the city are buying ancient paintings at high prices recently. I happen to have one here that I want to sell. Can you, the new guy, make the decision?" the old man asked.
"Of course I can make the decision, otherwise the boss wouldn't leave me alone in the store, don't you think so?" Zhang Xiaozu said with a smile.
The old man felt that what Zhang Xiaozu said made sense, nodded, and then began to untie the bamboo tube on his back.
He put the painting in a bamboo tube.
"Old man, what price do you plan to sell it for?" Zhang Xiaozu asked.
In his war gate space, the soul of the goatee boss had lost the power to resist, and his breath had calmed down. He wanted to leave this place of right and wrong immediately, so he didn't bother to look at the old man's paintings and asked the price directly, hoping to make him happy. Dismissed.
"Young man, to tell you the truth, this painting of mine is a fairy painting. It fell from the sky into my yard. You will know it just by looking at it."
The old man didn't rush to quote because he wanted to sell it at a high price, but he quoted the price without even looking at the painting. He was afraid of scaring Zhang Xiaozu, so he let Zhang Xiaochu look at the painting first.
It can be seen that he is very confident in his paintings and thinks that Zhang Xiaozhu will definitely agree to his high price after seeing the paintings.
He pulled off the lid of the bamboo tube, poured out a scroll wrapped in white cloth, placed it on the table, and unwrapped the white cloth.
Zhang Xiaozhu looked at the scroll exposed when the white cloth was lifted, his pupils trembled, and he was shocked.
The painting hadn't been unfolded yet, but he already recognized what it was.
It was actually Ye Mingyue's painting of the Three Realms.
"Oh!"
"what happened?"
"How come... everything is gone?!"
The old man suddenly stared at the unfolded painting and screamed.
Because the painting turned out to be blank.
Zhang Xiaozu was also stunned as he stared at the blank painting, not understanding what was going on.
Wow!
The old man stood up in a hurry, grabbed the scroll and shook all the paintings apart, trying to find the missing paintings, but the scroll looked like paper but not paper, and it looked like cloth but not cloth. There was nothing on it, and not even a single ink dot could be found.
Staring at the blank scroll, he was anxious and frightened. His old face turned red and his lips trembled as he shouted:
"There are obviously mountains and rivers, people and houses, and gods and goddesses. Why...how did it become completely blank?!"
"This...this...is hell!"
He suddenly put his hand on his heart and felt a pain in his heart, because he was going to sell the painting for two hundred taels of silver, but now the two hundred taels of silver flew away.
Zhang Xiaozu reached out and took the scroll from the old man's hand. He looked at it carefully with his spiritual consciousness, but he didn't notice anything strange. He knew that this was not the place to study the problem, so he immediately rolled up the scroll and said: " Old man, although there are no paintings on this scroll, the scroll and scroll are made of fine materials and are worth a lot of money. Do you want to sell them?"
"Sell!" The old man nodded hastily.
Zhang Xiaozu flipped his left hand and took out a gold bar from the mustard seeds and handed it to the old man.
The old man's eyes widened as he stared at the gold bar. He wanted to reach out and take it, but he didn't dare because he was frightened.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaozu directly put the gold bar into the old man's hand, and then asked tentatively: "This kind of scroll must be painted with a special brush. That special brush is more valuable than this painting."
The special pen he was talking about was the spiritual pen.
I feel that the painting of the Three Realms fell from the sky, and the spiritual world pen probably fell into the old man's yard together.
"ah?"
"Really?!"
The old man exclaimed when he heard this.
Zhang Xiaozhu was overjoyed when he saw the old man's excited reaction. Knowing that he was asking, he immediately asked: "Old man, do you have that special brush?"
"Yes, yes..." the old man nodded repeatedly and said: "It fell from the sky together with this painting. I thought it was worthless, so I threw it to my grandson to play with. That pen must be the special pen you mentioned, otherwise why? It will fall down together with the painting, don’t you think?”
"Can you take me to your home to have a look? If it's really that kind of special pen, I'll give you two more of these." Zhang Xiaozhu pointed to the gold bar in the old man's hand.
"But... you can't lie to me!" The old man was so excited that his whole body trembled.
"It's the puppies who lie."
"Wait a moment."
The old man turned around, loosened his belt, and stuffed the gold bar into his crotch.
There is a pocket on the inside of his crotch. His wife sewed it on for him when he came here. He asked him to hide the money from selling paintings in it to prevent thieves on the road.
Zhang Xiaozu wanted to remind him not to scratch his eggs.
"Let's go, I'll take you to my house right now. That pen must be the kind of pen you mentioned." The old man couldn't wait to greet Zhang Xiaopou.
Zhang Xiaozu couldn't wait to agree.
So the two of them left the shop one after another. As soon as they reached the street, an old man carrying a birdcage walked towards them.
Zhang Xiaozu felt nervous, because the old man's aura was strong and he was a strong man.
The three of them passed each other.
Zhang Xiaozu breathed a sigh of relief.
But just when Zhang Xiaozu was about to relax, the old man suddenly stopped, turned around and shouted at Zhang Xiaozu and the other two: "That man in front of you, stop, why is he sneaking around and looking like a thief? Could it be that he is a thief?" Did you do something shameful?"
Zhang Xiaozu was speechless.
He knew that the old man was calling the old man walking in front of him.
Because the old man had a gold bar hidden in his crotch, he looked at everyone like a thief. He crossed his legs and glanced nervously.
He was guarding against thieves, but unexpectedly he was thought to be a thief by the old man.
"What a damn bad luck!"
Zhang Xiaozu was depressed and cursed.
Knowing that he couldn't withstand any questioning, he immediately rushed forward, taking advantage of the old man's unpreparedness, and took the old man with him to escape as quickly as possible.
"Be bold!"
The old man shouted angrily and chased after him.
"I'll go, can you stop for a while and let people rest?"
When she first entered the brothel, the girl hadn't picked out Fufeng yet, so she was so depressed that she wanted to cry.
