Vol 8 Chapter 82: "Miss" "Sad" "...

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Jiang Yi seemed to be completely silent, and ignored the two at all. He took a deep look at the stunning woman in the painting, put the painting aside, and wrote again.
This time, a handsome and elegant middle-aged man appeared, but it was not entirely a portrait, but a scene of Jiang Beili leaving his body to save him. There was also a terrible handprint in the sky. Jiang Beili held up a black shield and looked back at him The fingerprints rushed away, with a look of determination.
"When you see this illusion, it means that I am dead. Please don't be sad, because my father is too incompetent to make you sad."
Jiang Yi's mind echoed the words of Jiang Bieli leaving the illusion. The whole person was silent in sorrow. He stared at the picture scroll, his eyes narrowed gradually.
The phoenix and herring in the back are even more like a flood at the moment, they are out of control, and they feel deep sadness from this picture. This picture also seems to have an inexplicable magic, which can make people automatically Silent in sorrow.
"laugh"
Jiang Yi put the painting aside and started to write again. This time, he still painted a character, a girl, a girl with a beautiful color all over, and the girl stood on the broken city wall, all around It was a sergeant and a dead body.The girl was dressed in a white dress and blue silk, and the corners of her mouth were still dripping with blood, but her face was filled with happy smiles, and the shining light in those eyes seemed to tell the world that she How much happiness.
"Papapa ..."
The pen stopped, Mo Yu.
But this time Jiang Yi's eyes dropped a tear, and he quickly turned his face away from looking at the picture. But when he looked back, he found that Feng Yan and Blue Bird were watching him, with distress and pity in his eyes, and tears on their faces. After confirming that Jiang Yi was no longer painting, the two flew into the river and rushed into the river. Yi's arms.
"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."
Seeing the two women trembling because of sobbing and rounded shoulders, he barely laughed, holding his hands tightly to hold them together, and his eyes were clear for a long time. He has always been like this, never showing his inner weakness in front of everyone, because he is their heaven, and he can never be broken
"Fenger, look at my three paintings?"
When the two were more emotionally stable, Jiang Yi said confidently, Feng Yan raised his head and wiped his eyes, instead of looking at the three paintings, he stared at Jiang Yidao stupidly: "My son, all three paintings are condensed inside The engraved road pattern, 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. There is not much progress in the painting technique, and it barely reaches The level of paintings, but-these three paintings contain three special emotions, the first can cause people to miss, the second can make people sad, and the third can be emotional, so these three paintings The value of painting is inestimable ... "
Herring interrupted: "My son, these three paintings are so good, let's not sell them? Can we draw other sky paintings."
"Yes," Feng Ye also woke up and said, "These three paintings are invaluable in my heart. Don't we sell them, son?"
"Sell"
Jiang Yi said very firmly: "It is because these three paintings are precious that I want to sell them. I want more people to see these three paintings and spread the words of clothes fluttering, maybe ... One day, she learns these paintings and will come to me. "
Feng Ye and Herring looked at each other, and Feng Ye condensed and asked, "Who is Yi Piao Piao?"
Jiang Yi cast his eyes on the first painting, with a gentle expression on the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "This is the woman, my mother."
"Well…"
The two issued a frivolity, Jiang Yi did not tell them about his past, and rarely talked with Jiang Xiaonu. They now know that when Jiang Yi used to paint, the signature "yi piao fluttering" was originally his mother. Dear, his name also has a special meaning.
Herring tilted her head and asked, "My son, where is your mother? Why hasn't she come to you now?"
The light in Jiang Yi's eyes faded, and he shook his head and said, "I don't know, I'm tired. You frame this picture and let Wan Guan sell it ..."
"Ok"
Feng Huan and Herring didn't persuade him anymore, after all, this painting has extraordinary significance. Feng Yan picked up the writing brush, and gently left three signatures on the three paintings. Herring quickly found the framed things to mount the three paintings.
Herring came up with a whimsy and said, "Sister, give a name to these three paintings."
"it is good"
Feng Yun thought about it and left two words on the three paintings: "Miss", "Sadness" and "Emotion"
This is a special emotion that the three paintings can convey to people in addition to the engraved lines, Feng Feng himself carefully put the three paintings in three Zen wooden boxes, which was taken out and given to Qian Wanguan. Solemnly explained: "These three paintings are of high value. Don't sell them directly to see if there is a big auction in the city. Generally, the auction only charges a 10% commission."
"auctions?"
Qian Wanguan looked suspiciously at the three Zen wooden boxes and asked, "Generally, everything at the auction is of high value. Has the boss' painting skills been greatly improved?"
"You don't care," Feng Yi waved his hand: "I'll ask the son to teleport you out. You should act according to the plan we have agreed to, and don't reveal the whereabouts."
Qian Wanguan nodded, Feng Ye went to Jiang Yi, a flash of white light in the palace, Qian Wan Guan was teleported out, and he explained to Jin Ye that he went out alone.
"Hi lord, where is the biggest auction in the city?"
He changed the shape and went to the main house of the city without leaving a trace and handed a guard a ring. The man immediately swept away and laughed: "There is no biggest auction in the city, because there is only one in the city, you go to Gods Square to find Situ Chamber of Commerce. There are still three days for God's Gift. The Festival of God's Gift for Stuart Chamber of Commerce is the biggest one this year. You have to buy and sell things quickly. "
"Good luck?"
Qian Wanguan secretly rejoiced. The bigger the auction, the more big people come, the more expensive the auction will be. If these three paintings can be auctioned, they may be sold at a high price.
He quickly walked towards the largest square in the city, that is, the city center, and the four major families also occupied the four sides of the square. These things have been explored for a long time, and the familiar Chamber of Commerce found the Stuart Chamber of Commerce. .
After entering the chamber of commerce, he was taken to a small hall by a maid, and a steward received him: "This guest, what do you want to auction, this time because it is a godsend auction, so the price is less than 100 million Treasures are not eligible to participate in the auction ~ EbookFREE.me ~ 100 million? "
Qian Wanguan twitched his lips. Can these three paintings be worth 100 million yuan? You should know that Jiang Yi's previous paintings only sold 2 million skystones, and even if it was turned tenfold, they could only sell 60 million skystones.
At this point, he would not be able to retreat. He could only grit his teeth and take out three large Zen wooden boxes from the ring and put them on the counter. "Here are three sky paintings. Please ask a painter to appraise the approximate painting Price it. "
"Sky painting?"
The manager smirked and waved his hand directly: "Sorry, we have already undertaken hundreds of sky paintings this time, so ... we can't pick up your painting. Can you put it in the next auction three months later?"
"After three months?"
Qian Wanguan trembled with fat, and they do n’t have much stone. If they do n’t sell paintings to make money, how can they buy God Weeping Dan? If he can't resist the attack of the crying soul, he and herring may be finished ...