Fury Towards The Burning Heaven

Jiang Yi seemed completely silent, ignoring the two. He glanced deeply at the stunning woman in the painting, put the painting aside, and wrote again.

This time there was a handsome and elegant middle-aged man, but it was not entirely a portrait, but a scene where Jiang Bieli left to save him, there was a big scary handprint above him, Jiang Bieli held up his black shield and looked back The fingerprints washed away, and the face was determined.

"When you see this illusion, it means that I am dead, please don't be sad, because my father is so incompetent, it is not worth your sadness."

Jiang Yi once again echoed the words of Jiang Parting leaving a phantom. The whole person was silent in sorrow. He stared at the scroll, his eyes narrowed gradually.

The phoenix and herring in the back are like a flood in the eyes at the moment, and they are out of control. From the picture, the two felt deep sorrow. The picture seems to have inexplicable magic, which can make people automatic. Silent in sorrow.

"laugh!"

Jiang Yi put this picture aside and started to write again. This time it was still a character, a girl, a girl all covered in seductive color. The girl stood on the top of the ruined city wall, all around It was a sergeant and a dead body. The girl in a white dress and full of blue silk was fluttered by the wind. The corners of her mouth were still dripping with blood, but her face was all happy smiles. The light shining in her eyes seemed to tell people all over the world that she had How much happiness.

"Pappa..."

The pen stops and the ink dries.

But this time Jiang Yi saw a tear in his eyes, and he quickly turned his face away from the picture. But when he turned around, he found that Fengluan and Jade Bird were looking at him, both eyes were distressed and pitiful, and they had teardrops on their faces. After they determined that Jiang Yi was no longer painting, the two rushed in and plunged into Jiang. Yi's arms.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

Seeing the two women trembling because of sobbing rounded shoulders, he grinned reluctantly, holding his arms tightly around his hands, and his eyes had already recovered to Qingming. He has always been like this, and never reveals his inner fragility in front of the people, because he is their heaven, and the heaven that can never collapse!

"Feng'er, how about these three paintings?"

After the two became emotionally stable, Jiang Yi said confidently that Feng Luan raised his head and wiped his eyes. Instead of looking at the three paintings, he looked at Jiang Yidao diligently: "Master, these three paintings are all condensed Engraved with a streak, the first one has the power of light, the second one has the power of destruction, and the third one has the power of wind. These three paintings are all sky paintings, and there has not been much progress in painting skills, barely reaching The level of the painting sect, but-these three paintings contain three special emotions, the first one can cause people to miss, the second can make people sad, and the third can be emotional, so these three The value of painting is incalculable..."

Herring interjected: "Son, these three paintings are so good, let's not sell them, okay? We can paint other paintings."

"Yes!" Feng Luan also woke up and said: "These three paintings are priceless in my heart, son, let's not sell them, shall we?"

"Sell!"

Jiang Yi said very firmly: "Because these three paintings are precious, I have to sell them. I want more people to see these three paintings and spread the three words of Yi Piao Piao, maybe... One day, she learned about these paintings and would come to me!"

Feng Luan and herring looked at each other, Feng Luan asked in a condensed voice, "Who is Yi Piao Piao?"

Jiang Yi's eyes turned to the first painting, and a soft color appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said softly, "This is the woman, my mother."

"Well…"

The two let out a soft whistle. Jiang Yi did not talk to them about his previous affairs, and they rarely mentioned Jiang Xiaonu. They only knew that Jiang Yi’s signature “Yi Piao Piao” turned out to be his mother. Dear, the name of his department also has a special meaning.

Herring asked, tilting her head: "Son, where is your mother? Why doesn't she come to you now?"

The light in Jiang Yi's eyes dimmed, and he shook his head and said, "I don't know, I'm tired. You frame this painting a bit and let Wan Guan sell it..."

"Ok!"

Feng Luan and herring did not persuade them anymore, after all, this painting has extraordinary significance. Feng Luan picked up the brush and gently left three signatures on the three paintings. Herring quickly found something to frame and frame the three paintings.

Suddenly, the herring said, "Sister, give these three paintings a name!"

"it is good!"

Feng Luan thought about it and left two words on the three paintings: "Miss", "Sadness" and "Emotion"!

This is a special emotion that can be conveyed to people in addition to the three lines. The Fengluan personally put the three paintings carefully in three Zen wood boxes, and then took them out to Qian Wanguan. Solemnly explained: "These three paintings are very valuable, don't sell them directly, and see if there is a big auction in the city. The auction generally only charges 10% of the handling fee."

"auctions?"

Qian Wanguan looked suspiciously at the three Zen wood boxes and asked, "Generally, the things in the auction are very valuable. Does the boss's painting skills have been greatly improved?"

"Don't worry about it!" Feng Luan waved his hand: "I'm going to ask my son to send you out. You will act according to the plan we have discussed, and don't disclose your whereabouts."

Qian Wanguan nodded, Feng Luan went to Jiang Yi, the white light flashed in the imperial palace, Qian Wanguan was sent out, he and Jin Jiao confessed two words, and he went out alone.

"Sir, how is the biggest auction in the city?"

He changed his appearance and went to the palace's palace without leaving any traces and handed a ring to a guard. The man swept the consciousness and immediately smiled: "There is no largest auction in the city, because there is only one in the city, you go to the Gods Plaza to find a priest Chamber of Commerce. There are also three days of the Godsend Festival. The Situ Chamber of Commerce’s Godsend Festival auction is the grandest this year, and you have to buy and sell things quickly."

"Good luck?"

Qian Wanguan secretly rejoiced that the grander the auction, the more big figures came, and the more expensive the auction price. If these three paintings could really be auctioned, they might be able to sell high prices.

He quickly walked towards the largest square in the city, which was the center of the city, and the four major families also occupied the four sides of the square. These things he had long known, and he found the Situ’s Chamber of Commerce well. .

After entering the chamber of commerce, he was taken to a small hall by a maid, and a steward received him: "This guest, you are going to auction something. This time, because it is a God-given auction, the price is less than 100 million. Treasures are not eligible to participate in the auction."

"100 million?"

Qian Wanguan's mouth twitched, can these three paintings be worth 100 million? You have to know that Jiang Yi's previous paintings only sold two million days of stone. Even if it was tenfold, only 60 million days of stone could be sold.

At this point, he could not retreat. He could only grind his teeth and take out three large zen wood boxes from the ring and put them on the counter, saying, "This is three sky paintings. Please troubleshoot a painter to appraise the paintings. Price."

"Sky painting?"

The manager snorted and waved his hand directly: "Sorry, we have already accepted hundreds of paintings this time, so... we can't accept your painting. Can you put it on the next auction three months later?"

"Three months later?"

Qian Wanguan was so fat and trembling that there weren't many stones in them. If they didn't sell paintings to make money, how would they buy Shenqidan? If they can't resist God's crying soul attack, he and herring may be finished...