Ding Yi was immediately stunned, staring at the folding fan with wide eyes in disbelief.
Several people cheered and all of them gathered around him.
Jiang Jiuli's eyes seemed to be shining with stars:
"What a solemn word? Is justice coming from heaven?"
The awe-inspiring aura emanating from the words makes people dare not look directly at them. It seems that the more shameless things you do, the more guilty and shameless you feel, and you are shocked by these four words.
It's like it's looking into your heart, it's coming from a righteous judgment.
Ding Yi's eyes turned red:
"Damn! I was mistaken. This fan can really be opened? These four words have true meaning. After so many years, is the true meaning in the words still so strong?"
"Could it be left by a certain painter?"
Ren Jie also swallowed his saliva, Gua Gua, didn't he get blinded? This fan is indeed not simple.
"Painter? What is that?"
Ding Yi hurriedly said: "It's normal that you don't know. The artist belongs to the extremely rare national martial art lineage in the ancient bloodline. His own ability is calligraphy and painting. Calligraphy and painting among the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Nowadays, the national martial arts lineage is very rare. .”
"It is said that the words written by the painter contain true meanings. When fighting, the words are used to press people, the void is the paper, and the finger is the pen. If the word "mountain" is written, then the word will really be as heavy as a mountain. If the word "mountain" is written, it will be as heavy as a mountain. "Kill" is the word, murderous intent bursts out, hundreds of miles of killing, if the word "life" is written, the living dead, flesh and bones, if the word "death" is written, corpses are everywhere, and there is no life!"
At this moment, Ren Jie and others had their eyes widened with goosebumps:
∑(°口°๑) "What the hell? Is the artist so fierce?"
Ding Yi is eloquent:
"What is this? The painter can not only write, but also draw. The things he draws can even burst out of the paper, and have short-term mobility, helping the painter to attack and defend, draw a dragon to become a dragon, and paint a wall to become a wall!"
"The national martial arts lineage has quite perverted abilities. You all should know about Lu Qianfan. His ability is the Bagua Diagram, which is also very terrifying, right?"
Ren Jie was stunned, so... the existence of Gua Gua was probably drawn by the owner of this fan?
Guagua said proudly: "Hmph~ Now you know how powerful my master is, right?"
Ren Jie slowly turned over the fan.
I saw that there was no writing on the back of the fan, but a landscape painting. It was not the kind of ink-colored Chinese painting, but the kind of landscape painting full of greenery, spring flowers blooming, and colorful landscapes.
The green mountains are far away, the woods are lush, the grass is everywhere at the foot of the mountain, and colorful flowers are in bloom. A waterfall hangs down from the mountains and falls into a deep pool. A river winds out of the pool and flows to the end of the fan.
There was a bright sun hanging high in the sky, the sunshine was just right, and I was slightly tipsy in the afternoon.
And just beside the river, there is a well painted.
What is shocking is that this picture is not static, but a moving picture, with falling waterfalls, splashing water vapor, flowing rivers, and even gently swaying grass and flower fields.
It doesn't look like a painting at all, more like a corner of the world unfolding.
Everyone was attracted by the ink world depicted on the fan, and their eyes were full of shock.
At this moment, Guagua jumped up from Ren Jie's head and plunged into the painting on the fan.
A magical scene happened, and it merged into the painting. In this ink world, there was also a green frog, carrying a small bag and wearing a red cloak.
Then a man plunged into the river, causing ripples on the surface of the river, swam in the river, and then jumped into the well.
When he climbed out of the well, he held a scroll-like treasure map in his hand and waved to Ren Jie.
Everyone was dumbfounded, the painting... the painting was moving.
There’s even a traveling frog in there?
Whose frog cub got lost and ran into the painting?
Ren Jie instinctively reached out to grab the treasure map, but he touched the fan...
Only then did I realize that this was just a painting.
Ren Jie couldn't help but said in his mind:
"Qing, do you believe in toads now?"
Qing was also shocked by the scene in front of her. Is this the frog that Ren Jie saw just now?
"The painter does have the ability to write prophecies and make the paintings come true. Although painters are quite rare now, it is not impossible..."
"I know a painter in Dragon Horn. Her level is not low, but she can't do anything like this at all, let alone make the things she draws come to life."
"And this painting is not just a painting, it is more like a world in a painting. Painting a world? I don't know what level of painter can do this."
"Ninth-level heaven realm, or tenth-level majestic realm?"
Qing, who is well-informed, was also shocked by the paintings on this folding fan.
Ren Jie swallowed, Damn!
An artist of such a high level?
What kind of shocking secret treasure must be hidden in the treasure map she left behind? This fan alone is already a priceless treasure, right?
If the ink world painted on this fan is real, can I put things in it? Can you enter this world like a croak?
Qing continued:
"I suggest... you can do what this frog says first. This may be a legacy left by some top powerhouse."
"The only clue is the word "Chu Xue" engraved on the fan bone. I will ask someone to help check and see if there are any usable clues..."
"Also, you can try to extract information from the frog about its owner."
"This is your own opportunity, you must seize it..."
After saying that, Qing lost her voice, and Ren Jie, regardless of everyone's envious looks, closed the Chuxue folding fan, raised his eyebrows and smiled:
(๑◔ ꇴ ◔ิ) "Xiao Ding~ How did you sell this fan? We are all acquaintances. Your father and I are brothers who died!"
Ding Yi's face turned dark when he heard this: "Bah, when my father gave birth to me, your father was scratching Tinkerbell when he crossed the threshold!"
"Why did your brother die?"
Ren Jie immediately put his hands on his hips: "Your father and I have bargained with each other. If we are brothers, come and chop me down. Why are we not brothers who have died?"
Ding Yi's face turned darker: "This folding fan is obviously a treasure, and I'm not giving it to you too cheaply. But you discovered this treasure, and if you want to change it, I can't stop it. I'm just a shopkeeper. "
"How about I sell you 104 credits?"
Ren Jie: (≖Benefit≖٥) “You quoted the price with the credits in my pocket, right?”
"If you don't want to buy it, I'll give it to you~ Anyway, no one can open this fan except me. If you can't buy it, I can always find a way to get it, right Diao Bao'er?"
"I think there are a lot of treasures in this college store. You won't be discovered if you lose hundreds of millions of dollars, right?"
"It doesn't seem like a big loss to run away after just one vote~"
The Diao Bao suddenly jumped out of Ren Jie's trouser pocket, looking at the dazzling array of treasures in the college store, he kept rubbing his hands and drooling.
I have to say that Diao Bao’s hands are already itchy...
Ding Yi's face turned even darker, and he couldn't help but take the fan and use it like crazy. As expected, the fan didn't move at all, with no intention of opening it at all.
Jiang Jiuli looked serious:
(งᵒ̌ ◠ ᵒ̌)ง“It’s cheaper~Thank you~”
Ren Jie: (•́ω•̀ ٥)
Xiao Li, you are too gentle when bargaining, aren't you? You have to show off his attitude so that he can give you something cheap, right?
Mo Wanrou said calmly: "You'd better not doubt the treasure-thief's ability. Where do you think he got those shorts and cassock?"
Shu Ge chuckled: "If you really lose something, the dean will deduct your salary~"
Mei Qian said seriously: "Give me Brother Jie a cheaper price, if you want...otherwise, I will come to your place to sleep every day~"
As soon as these words came out, Ding Yi's face turned green. I could bear everything else, even the bitter tea seeds.
I really can't stand the money coming to my door. Will the shop be a dirty shop in my hands?
"Then...that's a hundred!"
Ren Jie did his part: "Fifty!"
"Tsk~eighty!"
"Fifty!"
"Seventy! It can't be cheaper, I..."
"Fifty!"
"Listen to me, I really..."
"Mei Qian, sleep here tonight, I'll bring you a bedding! Kill it!"
"Fifty! Fifty is fifty! Sell it! Can't I sell it?"
