Chapter 751 "Missing", "Sorrow" And "Emotion"

Jiang Yi seemed to go in completely silently, completely ignoring the two of them. He took a deep look at the stunning woman in the painting, put the painting aside, and started writing again.

What appeared this time was a handsome and elegant middle-aged man, but it was not exactly a portrait, but a scene of Jiang Bieli sacrificing his life to save him. There was also a terrifying big handprint in the sky. The handprint rushed away, with a look of determination.

"When you see this phantom, it means that I am dead. Please don't be sad, because my father is too incompetent to deserve your sorrow."

The words of Jiang Bieli's phantom echoed in Jiang Yi's mind again, his whole body was silent in sadness, he stared blankly at the picture scroll, his eyes gradually narrowed.

The eyes of Fengluan and Qingyu in the back are like a never-ending flood at this moment, and they are out of control. From this picture scroll, the two feel deep sadness. This painting also seems to have inexplicable magic power, which can make people automatically Silent in sorrow.

"laugh!"

Jiang Yi put the painting aside and began to paint again. This time it was still a character, a young girl, a young girl with a pretty face all over her body. The young girl stood on the dilapidated city wall, surrounded by It was a sergeant and a dead body. The girl was dressed in a white dress and her hair was blown by the wind. Blood was still dripping from the corner of her mouth, but there was a happy smile on her face. The shining light in her eyes seemed to tell people all over the world that she had How much happiness.

"Papa papa..."

The pen stops, the ink dries.

But this time, a tear fell from Jiang Yi's eyes, and he hurriedly turned his face away, not daring to look at the picture scroll. But when he turned around, he found that both Fengluan and Qingniao were looking at him, their eyes filled with distress and pity, and there were tears on their faces. After confirming that Jiang Yi would no longer paint, the two rushed towards him and threw themselves into the river. Yi's arms.

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

Seeing the round shoulders of the two women trembling because of their sobbing, he forced a smile, and hugged them tightly with both hands, his eyes had long since regained clarity. He has always been like this, never revealing the fragility of his heart in front of everyone, because he is their heaven, the sky that can never be broken!

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

When the emotions of the two stabilized a bit, Jiang Yi said confidently, Feng Luan raised his head and wiped his eyes, instead of looking at the three paintings, he looked at Jiang Yi dazedly and said, "My lord, these three paintings are full of condensation. Dao patterns are engraved, 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 heavenly paintings, and the painting skills have not made much progress. The level of the painting sect, but—these three paintings all contain three special emotions, the first one can cause people to miss, the second one can make people sad, and the third one can make people emotional, so these three paintings The value of the painting is immeasurable..."

Qingyu interjected: "Master, these three paintings are so good, let's not sell them, shall we? We can draw other heavenly paintings."

"Yes!" Feng Luan also came to her senses, and said, "These three paintings are priceless treasures in my heart, my lord, let's not sell them, shall we?"

"Sell!"

Jiang Yi said very firmly: "It is precisely because these three paintings are precious that I want to sell them. I want more people to see these three paintings and spread the word Yi Piao Piao, maybe... One day, when she learns about these paintings, she will come to me!"

Feng Luan and Qing Yu looked at each other, Feng Luan asked in a concentrated voice: "Who is Yi Piao Piao?"

Jiang Yi cast his eyes on the first painting, with a gentle look on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "This is the woman, my mother."

"Well…"

The two whispered, Jiang Yi didn't tell them about his past, and he rarely mentioned it when talking with Jiang Xiaonu. Now they know that Jiang Yi signed "Yi Piao Piao" when he painted before, so it was his mother. Dear, the name he signed also has a special meaning.

Herring tilted his head and asked, "Master, where is your mother? Why hasn't she come to you now?"

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

"Um!"

Feng Luan and Qing Yu didn't try to persuade her anymore, this painting has extraordinary meaning after all. Feng Luan picked up the brush, and lightly left three signatures in fluttering clothes on the three paintings. Qing Yu quickly found something to mount and framed the three paintings.

Herring had a whim and said, "Sister, give these three paintings a name!"

"good!"

Feng Luan thought for a while, and left two words on each of the three paintings: "Missing", "Sorrow", and "Emotion"!

In addition to engraving Dao patterns, these three paintings can also convey special emotions to people. Feng Luan personally used three Zen wooden boxes to carefully put the three paintings in, and then took them out and handed them over to Qian Wanguan. Solemnly confessed: "These three paintings are of high value, don't sell them directly, see if there is a big auction in the city, the auction usually only charges 10% of the handling fee."

"auctions?"

Qian Wanguan looked suspiciously at the three Zen wooden boxes, and asked, "Generally, the items in auctions are of high value. Could it be that Boss's painting skills have improved a lot?"

"Don't worry about it!" Feng Luan waved his hand and said, "I'll ask Young Master to send you out, you act according to the plan we discussed, don't reveal your whereabouts."

Qian Wanguan nodded, Feng Luan went to look for Jiang Yi, a white light flashed in the imperial palace, Qian Wanguan was sent out, he and Jin Jiao explained a few words, and went out alone.

"Hello, my lord, where is the biggest auction in the city?"

He changed his appearance, went to the city lord's mansion and handed a ring to a guard without leaving a trace in his hand. The man immediately smiled and said, "There is no biggest auction in the city, because there is only one in the city. You go to the God-given Square to find Situ Chamber of Commerce. There are still three days until the Godsend Festival, and the Situ Chamber of Commerce’s Godsend Festival auction is the biggest this year, so hurry up if you want to buy or sell things.”

"So lucky?"

Qian Wanguan was secretly delighted. The grander the auction, the more important people there were, and the more expensive it could be sold. If these three paintings can really be auctioned, they might be able to sell for a high price.

He hurriedly walked towards the largest square in the city, which is the center of the city, and the four major families have also occupied the four sides of the square. He has already inquired about these things, and found the chamber of commerce of the Situ family. .

After entering the Chamber of Commerce, he was taken to a small hall by a maid, and a steward received him: "My guest, what do you want to auction, this time because it is the auction of the Godsend Festival, so the price is less than 100 million. Treasures are not eligible to participate in the auction."

"One hundred million?"

The corner of Qian Wanguan's mouth twitched, could these three paintings be worth 100 million? You must know that Jiang Yi's previous paintings only sold two million sky stones, even if they doubled it ten times, they would only sell 60 million sky stones.

At this point, it was impossible for him to back down, so he could only grit his teeth and take out three large Zen wooden boxes from the ring, put them on the counter and said, "These are three heavenly paintings, please ask an appraiser to appraise the approximate size of the paintings. price."

"Tianhua?"

The steward sneered, and waved his hand directly: "Sorry, we have already undertaken hundreds of heavenly paintings this time, so... we can't accept your painting, can you put it in the next auction in three months' time?"

"In three months?"

Qian Wanguan was trembling with fat all over his body, they didn't have many heavenly stones on them, if they didn't sell paintings to make money, how could they buy God Weeping Pill? If he can't withstand the soul attack of God Weeping, he and Herring may all be finished...