Chapter 1179: Painter

Still in the house hidden in the alley in Haocheng, Shen Hao saw the flying dragon that he hadn't seen for a long time.

What hasn't changed is the big bald head, the flattering smile on his face, oh, and the waist that never seems to be straightened in front of Shen Hao.

The two set up a coffee table by the fish pond in the backyard of the house, and sat facing each other drinking tea.

I don't know that both of them are vulgar, and they don't know much about tea ceremony, but they still seem to imitate others to drink tea, which is extremely awkward.

"I heard that your hand is seriously injured? Is it better?" Shen Hao swallowed the tea in his hand, glanced at Feilong's right hand and raised his chin.

Fei Long smiled shyly, and when Mr. Shen asked, he didn't hide anymore, stretched out the hand that had been tucked in the sleeve on the right, and said with a nervous expression: "A little, a little injury, I was caught by the dog when I didn't pay attention. The beast bit off some flesh, but in fact, it's not a problem."

Minor injury? Half of the palm is gone, and now only the thumb, index finger and middle finger are left. This is already disabled, and it is called a minor injury?

Feilong's uneasiness is actually because he knows that he is disabled now. And a physically disabled person is ominous in the practice of the old Jing Dynasty, at least in many scenes, it is the kind of person that needs to be removed. Especially in the official career system, there are unwritten rules in this regard. Not to mention disabled people, those who are too ugly are not so easy to mess around with.

Now that Feilong found out that he was crippled, he was naturally worried that Master Shen would not like him, and that he would be pulled down and thrown away as a cripple. This worry has never subsided since half of his palm was bitten off. During this period of time, people have lost more than ten catties.

"With your ability, it doesn't make much difference whether you hold a knife or not. What's more, don't you still have your left hand, and you can do it with practice. If you really can't do it, you can always squeeze your fist? Why? Is this cowardly?" Shen Hao teased In the meantime, he was encouraging Feilong. He knew how Feilong lost half of his palm.

The black market has been revitalized before, and the forces that have been hiding for a long time and have been coveting the black market are ready to move. The union of casual cultivators or the aristocratic and cultivating clans all began to make secret moves in order to reach in to reap benefits. As for the largest and dominant black hand in the identity black market, Feilong naturally bears the brunt of these forces.

It is said that Feilong sent his wife back to his hometown to hide a year ago. The youngest son went back to his hometown with his wife, and the eldest son was thrown into the black flag camp in Licheng by him to be a school order.

Shen Hao is aware of the turmoil in the black market, and he had talked with Feilong when the signs first appeared, and used the spies from the Southern Frontier Army and the Black Flag Battalion to set up a bureau to help Feilong get a large number of ordnance and weapons. Talismans are used as equipment gains. Coupled with the large number of vicious thugs trained by Feilong itself, it shouldn't be a big problem to deal with the turmoil.

The fact is indeed the case, although there were many dangers during the period, but in the end the black market was still decided by Feilong, and those forces who tried to challenge Feilong's status were all driven away.

It's just that one of them was dangerous and took half of Feilong's palm. Now the injury has basically stabilized, but it is unrealistic to regenerate a broken limb.

"My lord, Fei Chong's broken body is embarrassing to your lord!" After saying that, Fei Long knelt down, his head on the ground, and his voice was a little choked up. He could hear that Mr. Shen had no intention of abandoning him, and the stone in his heart had fallen to the ground.

Shen Hao raised his hand, and lifted the flying dragon that was kneeling on the ground in a surge of true energy. He smiled and said: "You should know that I have a deputy commander named Lin Chen, who is notoriously ugly, and is said to be despised everywhere in Jingbei. But I think he is good, ruthless, and smart enough.

Aren't you just missing half of your palm? It's not a waste of time. What can I be ashamed of? You're the one who lost me if you screwed things up. Do you think I care about anything else?

Don't be a boss who always thinks about some trivial things. "

After finishing speaking, Shen Hao also poured a cup of tea for Feilong and handed it over, while Feilong was very agitated with snot and tears, and kept wiping his face after sitting down.

"Now the black market has completely stabilized. You just need to pick out a few disobedient people from time to time and kill them for everyone to see. Unless there is a major change, no one will be able to move your position in the future."

"It's all thanks to you, my lord. Otherwise, how would the flying insects dare to talk about their positions? They would have died in some stinky ditch to feed the maggots."

With a wave of his hand, Shen Hao was already immune to Feilong's flattery. This guy came as soon as he opened his mouth for flattery, and he was still wiping his face to wipe his tears and snot, and he could shoot flattery smoothly. It's also great.

"Okay, where's the stuff? Didn't you say you received it? Show me." Not wanting to argue with this guy anymore, Shen Hao moved away from the topic. Before he asked Feilong to collect the calligraphy and paintings, Feilong wrote back a few days ago saying that he got the treasure, and one of the purposes of today is to see what kind of treasure it is.

In fact, calligraphy and paintings are also available in auction houses. But none of them were the kind of treasures that Shen Hao wanted. Only in the black market, there are some cultural treasures with unclean origins that will be circulated quietly. And these things were either taken away and never seen again, or they were targeted by the auction house, washed several times and put on the booth for auction.

"My lord, don't worry, this time it's definitely a rare treasure! Just look at it!" Speaking of this flying dragon, he didn't runny nose or shed tears, and immediately took out a brocade box for himself in high spirits, and was about to open it. .

"No, you put it on the coffee table, I will open it myself, is the snot in your hand dirty? Go wash it and come back!"

After Shen Hao blasted away the flying dragon, he opened the brocade box. Inside was a picture scroll. He held it in the air with his true energy and unfolded it. It was more than one foot long. The painting was a landscape scroll, very freehand, and the coloring was also very special. There are distinct seasonal changes in the unfolding of the flower scroll, and people can see it, as if the scenery in the painting is alive.

Look at the inscription and signature of this painting: Wheeling.

Shen Hao was taken aback for a moment, as far as he knew, there was no such character as Hui Ling among the more popular painters outside? Although this painting is definitely a rare masterpiece in the eyes of a layman like him, if the artist is not up to grade, it wouldn't be considered such a rare treasure, would it?

Confused, Fei Long ran back to the pool to wash and dry his face and hands. Standing triumphantly behind Mr. Shen, he introduced: "My lord, you can't see this thing in the world. It's the real work of Hui Ling! Someone brought this thing for my life, and I can't get it for money alone." !"

"Master Huiling?" Shen Hao looked at Feilong in surprise.

"Yeah! It's the real work of Hui Ling! I heard that it was exiled during the war in the previous dynasty."

It was only in this way that Shen Hao was sure that this painting was not drawn by any artist. Because Yang Zheng, the ancestor of the royal family in the old Jing Dynasty, was named "Huiling Zhenren"!