My Confucian Father

Chapter 69 Wanbao Pavilion

Su Mu never expected that the works of Confucian sages would be so sloppy, or... unsightly.

The picture scroll clearly marked a picture of a hundred birds facing a phoenix, but Su Mu looked like a picture of a chicken pecking at rice.

The key point is that there is still a seal of Confucian saints printed in the blank space of the painting scroll, which is undoubtedly the painting of Confucian saints.

"It should be the work of early practice."

Su Mu felt that he must have taken it wrong, so he put down this scroll and picked up another one.

Unfolding it again, the four crooked characters of "Heavenly rewards diligence" came into his eyes, like earthworms crawling.

What a blessing...

Su Mu took a deep breath, still not believing in evil, and opened several sets of calligraphy and paintings one after another, but no surprise, each set was ugly and had its own characteristics.

And judging from the time marked on the calligraphy and painting, these are the works of Confucian saints after they became adults, and they seem to be proud works...

It wasn't until this time that Su Mu understood why Zhao Ming said that there are very few works of Confucian saints circulating in the market, because such works are probably not available.

Don't talk about great Confucianism, even if you are a child or a scholar, your handwriting is much better than this!

"This kind of calligraphy and painting is really worth tens of thousands of spirit stones?"

"The person who bought it couldn't be the Confucian sage himself."

Su Mu deeply doubted the authenticity of this matter, unless he was flattering Confucian saints, who would buy such calligraphy and paintings.

After hesitating for a while, Su Mu still decided to try his luck, in case there were really big grudges who would buy it.

After searching for a while among the many calligraphy and paintings, Su Mu found a slightly better-looking one, and then prepared to go out.

But before going out, he went to find a mask to put on himself, and then changed his clothes.

After all, he is still a person who wants face. If he is recognized by others, it would be too embarrassing for the son of a dignified Confucian saint to sell his father's calligraphy and paintings to earn Lingshi.

He sneaked out this time, without Zhao Ming, and went to Suzaku Avenue alone.

Although he had nothing to do today, he didn't intend to go to Bi Pavilion and Fairy Bailian for a few drinks, he just planned to give away the calligraphy and painting in his hand.

Zhuque Street is the busiest street in Shengjing City, where there are various shops, restaurants, gambling shops, cosmetic shops, etc., as well as antique shops and pawn shops.

Su Mu's target this time is a shop called Wanbao Pavilion on Zhuque Street.

I heard Tao An mentioned this once before, Wanbao Pavilion is the largest place in Shengjing City where all kinds of treasures are sold.

And he is not only one family, he has opened many sub-cabinets in Yan Kingdom, and even in other countries.

Although the identity of the behind-the-scenes boss is quite mysterious, the strength of Wanbao Pavilion is beyond doubt. All kinds of treasures have the strength to accept them, and the price is quite fair.

No matter how weird and weird you are, as long as it is a treasure, Wanbao Pavilion will always come to you.

Soon Su Mu arrived at Wanbao Pavilion.

Wanbaoge's store is located in the core area of ​​Zhuque Street. It is a four-story attic. It is not very big, but it looks quite grand.

There are a lot of guests coming and going, there are people from the world and ordinary people, and it is not uncommon to see monks in it.

As soon as Su Mu entered the lobby, a fair-skinned and beautiful receptionist in a cheongsam greeted him.

"Hello, guest, welcome to Wanbao Pavilion."

The maid bowed to Su Mu to salute, the white flowers on her chest were dazzling.

Su Mu glanced at it, still calm in his heart.

Compared with Fairy Bailian, it was far worse.

Seeing that Su Mu didn't respond, the maid stood up straight again, her attitude became more dignified, and she asked in a pleasant voice: "Guest, are you coming to my Treasure Pavilion to sell treasures, seek appraisal, or buy treasures?"

Su Mu supported the mask on his face, changed his voice and said, "Selling treasures, a pair of calligraphy and painting, calligraphy and painting of Confucian saints."

Don't beat around the bush, just explain your intentions directly.

But Su Mu found that after he said this, the maid frowned and reacted very calmly, not as shocked as he imagined.

This made him feel a little uncertain.

"What's going on here? Are the calligraphy and paintings of Confucian sages worthless, or are they not accepted?"

Su Mu originally thought that with the name of a Confucian saint, a set of calligraphy and painting could sell some spiritual stones, but the other party's reaction was not quite right.

Fortunately, the maid did not say no, but smiled and said: "Good guest, please follow me upstairs and wait a while, I will go back and ask the appraiser to come over for appraisal."

Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and then followed the maid to the second floor.

The maid led him to a room and left.

Su Mu lifted a corner of the mask, and while drinking tea, looked at the decoration inside the private room.

This Wanbao Pavilion is indeed magnificent, not only is it luxuriously decorated, even the fruit tea in this private room is also spiritual tea and spiritual fruit that contains spiritual energy.

All reveal how strong their financial resources are.

This made Su Mu couldn't help but have an idea, if he sells the soul-condensing grass here, wonder if Wanbao Pavilion can eat it?
But this idea just passed away, even if Wanbao Pavilion could eat it, he was not willing to sell it.

The Soul Condensing Grass is a sacred object of the demon clan, and the 3000-year-old Soul Condensing Grass is even rarer. According to the red-haired bird, even the Demon Emperor has no more than five plants.

It's a pity that this kind of treasure is exchanged for spirit stones.

The most important thing is that he doesn't know if he will use it in the future, such as when he advances to the third rank.

Although Soul Condensing Grass is more useful to the big monster, but his cultivation method is similar to that of the monster. Who knows if he will be promoted to cross the catastrophe in the future, will his soul be split like the monster?
To be on the safe side, it's better to keep the Soul Condensation Grass, after all, he only has one in his hand.

Anyway, as long as the bicycle project is laid out in a while, there is no need to worry about the problem of Lingshi.

While Su Mu was thinking wildly, there were footsteps outside the private room, he immediately withdrew his thoughts and put on his mask.

Unleashing his consciousness, Su Mu saw a maid leading an old man with a messy beard walking towards the private room.

The old man kept complaining as he walked: "I told you not to come to me for this kind of thing. What kind of calligraphy and paintings of Confucian saints don't exist at all!"

"Sage Confucianism only has one set of calligraphy and painting that he has left outside, and now it is kept in the palace, where are the others?"

"You can welcome people who look like liars, even if it's for the sake of performance. We don't accept fakes in the cabinet."

The maid's face was full of helplessness, and said: "The guest wants to sell treasures, I can't keep him out, can I?"

"Old Huang, you can just take a look at it later, but keep your attitude, you understand the rules in the pavilion."

When it came to the rules, the old man known as Huang Lao had no choice but to suppress his dissatisfaction, but he still had a bad face.

Seeing this, the maid led him into the private room.

(End of this chapter)