To be honest, since Qin Yang became a mutant, he has seen more and more beauties.
For example, the ever-changing Queen Chang Ying, the noble and elegant lady, and the fake Liu Yuewei's figure all surprised him several times.
But at this moment, the little girl who appeared in front of Qin Yang didn't seem to have anything special at first glance. She just looked good-looking. This might also be the first impression of ordinary people.
But only Qin Yang, a mutant, or spiritual master, knew that this little girl had been exuding a special aura.
The little girl is about eighteen or nineteen years old. She is dressed in a modern style, but her hairstyle is more complicated than that of ordinary women, giving her an ancient feel.
However, Qin Yang was certain that this little girl was definitely not a mutant.
So where does the special aura or special temperament of the other person come from?
If I had to use a modern word to describe it, it would be that this little girl has a heroic spirit about her.
The makeup is lightly applied, but it is not as tacky as the makeup on ordinary women.
"Hey, it's not polite to look at a girl like that."
Just when Qin Yang looked at the other party without speaking for a long time, the little girl suddenly spoke, but there was not much dissatisfaction in her voice.
In today's society, people are under a lot of pressure, which causes their hostility to become more and more serious.
Some women who think they are pretty, feel like all the men are peeking at her while riding on the subway.
Sometimes I even have to look through other people’s phones to see if they have secretly photographed me.
If Qin Yang looked at a girl as unscrupulously as he did just now, if he met some women with bad tempers or who felt good about themselves, I'm afraid it would be another war of words.
But Qin Yang couldn't hear any anger in the tone of the girl in front of him, as if she was really just reminding him not to be so rude.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Qin Yang came to his senses and apologized quickly, but finally added: "Maybe you are too good-looking!"
The little girl couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
She thought that under normal circumstances, the other party would panic and even run away, but she didn't expect that this guy would be so indifferent.
"Isn't this way of picking up a conversation too old-fashioned?"
A smile appeared on the little girl's face, and she asked a bit like a joke, which immediately made Qin Yang's face look weird.
"If I remember correctly, you were the one who struck up a conversation with me just now, right?"
This was the reason for Qin Yang's strange expression, but as soon as he said this, the little girl was stunned again, thinking that this man was really different.
But the fact is that she took the initiative to catch up and asked first, and what the other party said was correct.
But it's too ungraceful to be serious with a pretty girl like this, isn't it?
"That's not chatting up, I'm just curious!"
The little girl made a special explanation, but she already got the answer to that question and didn't want to have much to do with this incomprehensible man.
"goodbye!"
The little girl was very polite, but when she just finished speaking and wanted to turn around and leave, she found that the man opposite was walking towards a stall next to her.
At this time, Qin Yang didn't pay attention to the elegant little girl, because his attention was already attracted by something on the stall next to him.
This booth looked much more formal than the previous one, and it also had a big table.
The table was covered with calligraphy and paintings spread out. It seemed to be a stall selling calligraphy and paintings.
The little girl who was about to leave immediately became curious when she saw Qin Yang's action, and subconsciously followed him over, wanting to watch another scene before talking.
The stall owner held a folding fan and even wore a long gown, which was incompatible with modern people's attire, maybe just to suit the occasion.
"Boss, look at the calligraphy and painting?"
Seeing Qin Yang coming over, the stall owner shook the folding fan in his hand, pointed at the calligraphy and paintings on the table, and asked nonsense.
“I can see that the boss is a very cultured person. It’s a good idea to come to my place.”
The stall owner's movements were elegant, and I don't know if he had learned it deliberately. I heard him say: "I have all the ancient calligraphy and paintings here. Even if you don't have them, I can get them for you."
"Xi Zhigong's calligraphy, Wu Daoweng's paintings, Dongpo Jun's poems, Liuru layman's calligraphy and painting, and the horse paintings by the modern painter Master Wang will definitely satisfy the boss."
The stall owner knew all his treasures, and the little girl who followed him almost laughed again.
Because none of the names spoken by the stall owners were famous names. They were all masters who were widely spread in ancient times in Daxia.
They are all top-notch in their respective fields.
Works that can be passed down to the world will cause an uproar every time they appear in the world, setting off a great storm in the collection of ancient calligraphy and painting.
Take, for example, a picture of spring trees and autumn frost by Layman Liuru. It was sold at a foreign auction for a sky-high price of hundreds of millions. Can you imagine how precious it is?
Besides, it is said that most of Xizhi Gong’s copybooks have been lost.
Every time an authentic product is identified, it is a major earthquake in the calligraphy world, attracting countless calligraphers to flock to it.
Even ordinary people in the city have heard of these thunderous names.
It seems that the stall owner just wants to use these famous ancient people to pique Qin Yang's interest.
But look at where this place is, it's just a small stall next to a main road.
If those calligraphy and paintings on the table were really authentic works by Duke Xizhi or Layman Liuru and others, wouldn't they be too shabby?
In short, in the eyes of the little girl, those big figures who have left their names in history throughout the ages are completely incompatible with the small stall in front of them.
This also shows how thick-skinned the stall owner is, and his face does not turn red when he says these big words.
He even waved the folding fan in his hand coolly, showing his own style.
"I'm not interested in any of this. I want to see that painting, okay?"
Naturally, Qin Yang would not be taken advantage of. His eyes swept across the table and finally stopped in front of the stall owner, where there was an unopened scroll.
"Um?"
Hearing Qin Yang's words, the stall owner was stunned for a moment, and then followed the other person's gaze to the front of him, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.
"I haven't opened this yet, how did you know it was a painting?"
This was the stall owner's confusion. His stall not only had paintings, but also calligraphy works, but the other party guessed it right away.
"You don't have to worry about that."
Qin Yang didn't explain much. He still stared at the scroll and asked, "Do you want to sell this painting?"
"Boss, you haven't even seen this painting of mine, and yet you're asking me if I want to sell it. Can you tell me why?"
The stall owner's eyes were still shining, and his tone was a little strange, containing a touch of temptation and some deep-seated reasons.
As soon as he said this, Qin Yang's eyes began to twinkle.
(End of chapter)
