Chapter 480 Meeting
"It's really like searching for something without any effort, but it's easy to find."
Zheng Zhaomin looked at the confident white-haired old man in front of him, his heart moved. Just as he was about to ask for details, he saw Qin Huai knocking on the table and speaking first.
"The shopkeeper took the initiative to mention this Vermillion Butterfly Demon King. I'm afraid that in addition to her natural abilities being of real help to us, there may be other factors, such as favors?"
"Haha, I really can't hide it from the distinguished guest."
The white-haired old man spoke openly, and then he continued: "Die Zhu's injuries are quite serious. Even with Qing Qiu's treatment, she may not be able to escape from danger. I see that the distinguished guest is generous and well-spoken, so he must have an extraordinary background. I was just wondering if you would help her out of danger out of your urgency to pursue Penglai after hearing the news. In the end, if you can help her because of my words, it will be worth it for me to know Die Zhu."
"The shopkeeper is really kind-hearted. It is a blessing for the Butterfly Demon King to have a friend like you."
Qin Huai looked at the white-haired old man, [a quick glance] but did not respond at all.
"Virtue brings wealth, and harmony brings wealth. If you decide to go to Xuanlin Island to look for Diezhu, I can write a letter to introduce you to Qingqiu."
"Then I'll trouble you, shopkeeper."
Seeing that Qin Huai was interested, the white-haired old man immediately picked up his brush and handed the letter to Qin Huai.
"Finally, there is one more thing I want to ask the shopkeeper."
Qin Huai accepted the letter of introduction and looked at the white-haired old man with a smile.
"Your Excellency, please feel free to speak."
The white-haired old man blinked, thinking that he had another business to discuss.
"I wonder which spiritual materials and treasures Wanbao Pavilion needs most urgently?"
Qin Huai smiled slightly and said earnestly: "If we can get the shopkeeper's advice, we can make some targeted preparations next time we come to Wanbao Pavilion to trade."
"The most sought-after items are of course all kinds of elixirs. As the saying goes, a talisman is not as good as a weapon, and a weapon is not as good as an elixir. Wanbao Pavilion has traveled the world and has seen many spirits and races. Among them, those with mediocre talents want to improve their cultivation, but it is too slow to just absorb and exhale spiritual energy. Even three to five years of cultivation may not be enough to accumulate a year's cultivation. They want to transform as soon as possible and speed up their cultivation, so they have to eat elixirs. And those with outstanding talents are troubled by the heavenly tribulation. If they want to strengthen their foundation and survive the heavenly tribulation, they also have to prepare various elixirs."
The white-haired old man pointed to the golden tripod in the distance and said slowly, "So, elixirs are the hard currency that circulates in the ten continents and three islands and prospers forever. My Wanbao Pavilion and fellow Daoist Qingqiu's Xuanlin Island started with exquisite alchemy skills and have grown to their current scale step by step. If the distinguished guest brings elixirs next time, Wanbao Pavilion will definitely buy them at a high price."
"I see. Thank you for clearing up my confusion, shopkeeper."
Qin Huai thought of the large number of elixirs he had just purchased, and he had already made up his mind to go back and forth between Yanfu and Guoguo, buy elixirs at a personal auction house, and sell them to Qianchuan Haiji in exchange for awakening degrees.
After all, the awakening levels in Yanfu are too popular. Basically, they will be sold out as soon as they are available on the market. If you want to purchase a large amount in a short period of time, you will definitely have to pay a premium. And it is basically impossible to grab a large amount of awakening levels from the auction house.
Previously, when he commissioned Wan'an to purchase awakening degrees, he had to do it slowly on a monthly basis. In a sense, the free awakening degree trading in the entire market would not exceed 500%.
Of course, if we include some private transactions brokered by high-ranking agents, this number will be magnified dozens of times.
But that situation basically has nothing to do with the low-level walking below the agent.
Take Chu Qing, whom Qin Huai knew, for example. This second-rank representative had a lot of Tushita elixirs that were worth the fortune of heaven and earth. Unfortunately, the cost of refining them was too high, and the raw materials could no longer be bought with simple Yama points.
Therefore, the trading objects that competed with it were mostly legendary-level Yamafu tokens. Even if Chu Qing wanted to sell them at a half-price price and give them away for free, it was really beyond Qin Huai's ability to afford it now.
"When I go back this time, I'll talk to my second brother and see if I can become a second-hand dealer again. I can buy the defective pills that the boys in Lihentian use to practice, and sell them to the demon fairy who has this fruit."
Qin Huai pondered for a while, and seeing that Zheng Zhaomin and Ao Ling had each picked out a few things to buy, he nodded, put away the remaining three hundred or so gold shells, and left the Wanbao Pavilion together.
"Take care, my dear guest."
After sending Qin Huai and the others out of the door, the white-haired old man took out a ring from somewhere. It was made of two small snakes of different species, one blue and one red, entwined around each other. It looked very extraordinary.
"My Lord, another group of people from Wanbao Pavilion has come to inquire about Penglai's news. I have already told them that Die Zhu was seriously injured, which should distract them for a while."
The little green snake hidden in the wide sleeves opened its eyes, and its golden pupils flickered.
"Jian, are there any outliers among this group of people that we need to be careful of?"
A deep and powerful voice sounded in the heart of the white-haired old man.
"The leader's aura is reserved, so it's hard to accurately estimate his realm, but he should have cultivated for nearly four thousand years. The remaining two juniors are both dragon-born monsters, so they are nothing to worry about."
The white-haired old man paused and continued, "As for the strange creatures that need to be paid attention to, there shouldn't be any. The demon auras of these three people are pure, and they don't look like Qigong practitioners who have become demons after getting the blood of the heavenly demon. It's just that the heavenly demon's precious blood and blood-stained jadeite they sell are closely related to the legendary Yinglong, and they can be of great use to you."
"Yinglong? Didn't he ascend to heaven a long time ago? Could it be that the one who came to investigate Penglai this time is a younger member of his clan?"
The little red snake entangled with the green snake spit out a bright red snake letter, left a last sentence, and then took the initiative to cut off the communication.
"After you send the precious blood and chalcedony to me, you can just wait and see what happens. No matter who it is, they will fall into the trap of the fisherman on their own initiative."
"Yes, my lord."
The white-haired old man nodded slightly, and the snake ring in his sleeve disappeared in an instant.
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"Xiao Qin, now, shall we go directly to Xuanlin Island? Or shall we meet up with Mr. Tan first?"
By the time the three of them came out of the Wanbao Pavilion, the sky was already turning slightly pale, the wind blew away the clouds, and the bright and numerous stars gradually disappeared under the brilliance of the sun and the moon.
Zheng Zhaomin played with the Jade Cutting Knife he had just bought and said, "I think the old man's words just now were quite sincere."
"Brother Zheng, don't you think that the journey from Donghai Zuzhou to Qianchuan Haiji has been a little too smooth?"
Qin Huai did not answer Zheng Zhaomin's question, but instead brought up something mysterious.
"It's just like, if we find Die Zhu, cure her, and let her lead the way, we can find Yingzhou naturally."
"Don't tell me, I didn't think so just now, but after your analysis, it is indeed a bit too smooth."
Zheng Zhaomin, who had been tempered by blood and fire, had a spiritual perception far beyond that of ordinary people. After hearing Qin Huai's guess, he felt an inexplicable chill in his head.
"If it was really that simple, Mr. Tan and his [Hundred Bird Soldiers] would have tracked down the Ten Continents and Three Islands for so long and would never have found only one person and one painting."
Qin Huai analyzed it carefully: "Either, the [Hundred Birds] have never come to Wanbao Pavilion to buy intelligence, but Wanbao Pavilion's merchants are all over the ten continents, and even have branches in Zuzhou City, so this is basically unlikely; or, the shopkeeper just now concealed something from Mr. Tan and his [Hundred Birds], but as for why he concealed it, the reason is unknown."
"So you mean, we won't go find that Die Zhu?" Zheng Zhaomin heard the hidden meaning in Qin Huai's words and frowned, "Xiao Qin, you don't have to be too cautious. Even if this old man is really up to no good, as long as you and Mr. Tan are here, this fruit is actually not dangerous for us."
Qin Huai understood what Zheng Zhaomin meant, shook his head and said, "That's right, so we have to look for the demon king Die Zhu. She is one of the few breakthroughs we have now. Even if something unexpected happens in the end, we may be able to get new clues. But we should not have the intention to harm others, but we must be on guard against others. We still have to investigate the background of Wanbao Pavilion and even Qianchuan Haiji carefully."
The three of them talked as they walked, and before they knew it they had returned to the Yuanyang Building on Huajie.
At this moment, Qin Huai heard a heart-shaking sound of breaking through the air.
"You have been granted a session, the session is being transferred."
It’s Tan Song.
"Brother Qin, I have some new discoveries. I'll tell you after I return to Moon Watching."
There came a voice over there.
"Roger that, Mr. Tan."
Qin Huai and Zheng Zhaomin looked at each other, went upstairs to wake up Ze Yu who had been painting Meiji all night, and each of them rode their boats back to the [Wangyue] anchored in the harbor.
After returning to [Wangyue], Qin Huai first sent Ze Yu back to his room, and then went to the place where they held their daily meetings with ease.
Before he even entered the door, he heard the urging voice of a strange man coming from inside.
"Axue, stop thinking about it and hurry up. Brother Min and the others will be back soon. You don't want to leave a stereotype of procrastination to the newcomers, right?"
Soon after, a somewhat soft voice was heard.
"Brother Ziqi, you are also an artist, why don't you understand that DDL (deadline) is the primary productive force? Only when you feel the imminent tension can you have unlimited inspiration."
"Come on, it's just a Guhuo bird, what else do you want to draw? A ghost car, nine phoenixes? Or the goddess Qi?"
The man's voice sounded again, with a hint of teasing in his words: "How about I find Qi Liancheng to be your model when we get back this time?"
"Come on, come on, I have nothing in common with you trichromats."
Listening to the conversation inside the door, Qin Huai was just about to stop when Zheng Zhaomin in front of him had already turned the handle and opened the door.
"Axue, Xiaoqi, long time no see."
Zheng Zhaomin walked into the conference room, opened his arms, and in the blink of an eye he hugged a man with broad shoulders, a thick back, and regular features.
The man looked to be in his twenties, with a healthy bronze skin. He was wearing a tight short suit that revealed his muscular forearms.
"Come here, Xiao Qin, let me introduce you. This is Wu Ziqi, the shipwright of [Wangyue] and the agent of [Golden King]. When Mr. Qin is away, it is this guy who is responsible for the daily maintenance of the entire ship and wartime repairs."
After saying that, Zheng Zhaomin patted Qin Huai beside him and said, "Rope maker, Qin Huai, and his confidante, Ao Ling, little lady Ao."
"Hello (hello)."
After shaking hands and getting to know each other, Qin Huai turned around and looked at the woman who was curled up in the sofa, holding a tablet and a stylus, frowning and thinking hard.
She was wearing a maroon silk cloud skirt embroidered with dragons and a bright red felt cape. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, about the size of a high school student, and was not even two-thirds the height of a sofa chair.
"This is Hong Xue, who has reached the peak of the Eight Extremes, inherited Wu Daozi's teachings, is gifted, and is an extremely rare four-color visionist. She has an extraordinary understanding of painting. When she passes the inheritance trial, she will not only become Wan'an's painter, but Mr. Qin will also recommend her to the list of special talents."
Zheng Zhaomin smoothed Hongxue's long hair, which had become messy because she had been curled up on the sofa, and introduced her with a smile: "Axue, this is your brother Qin Huai and sister Ao Ling."
"Hello, brother and sister."
Hong Xue stood up and greeted politely.
"I didn't expect that this time we would be traveling with a great painter, one who has a rare human-immortal heritage."
Qin Huai smiled and took Ao Ling to sit down at the long table.
"Not only that, Xue also has a hobby of being a part-time novelist."
Zheng Zhaomin waved his hand, looked around, and found that Tan Song was not there, so he continued chatting: "That's why her procrastination is so serious."
"This time, Mr. Qin asked her and Xiao Qi to enter [Nang·Dingmao 425] earlier. On the one hand, it was to collect clues, and on the other hand, it was to let her see more of the various races in the Qianchuan Sea, and discuss painting skills with the demon painter Ze Yu, so that she can successfully pass the inheritance trial of the painting saint."
"Mr. Qin really spares no effort in supporting the younger generation."
Qin Huai was a little surprised. He originally thought that Qin An's concern for him was an exception, but now it seems that this is not the case.
"That's what dad is like. He's always very warm around us, so we all love to follow him."
Hong Xue heard Qin Huai's emotion, muttered something, and then focused her attention on the tablet in her arms.
Qin Huai nodded, glanced at the screen where the nine-headed and eighteen-winged Guhuo bird was outlined with a gold-plated brush, thanked Wu Ziqi for the teacup, and said, "What kind of work is Ah Xue's? I want to see it when I have time."
"These are mythical images of some monsters and spirit species, and travel notes of some immortals and strange people. Because they can be used as disposable consumables, they have a certain market in personal auction houses."
Although Hong Xue had a serious procrastination problem, she couldn't help but reveal a look of joy and satisfaction when she mentioned her work. She said, "Brother Huai, if you are interested, you can also support me. I will give you a friendly price."
"Sure. Is there a finished product? I want to see it."
"Brother Huai's inheritance is Tianwu, right? I'll look for it. There should be some left that haven't been sold."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Xue took out a wooden box from his personal space and handed it over.
The wooden box was opened, revealing a piece of light yellow rice paper with crisscrossing gold-embossed lines on it. A lifelike Tianwu was painted on the paper, with golden hair all over its body visible, and eight cloud tails covering the sky. It stood in the Chaoyang Valley, surrounded by a touch of green and glowing with colorful light.
(End of this chapter)
"It's really like searching for something without any effort, but it's easy to find."
Zheng Zhaomin looked at the confident white-haired old man in front of him, his heart moved. Just as he was about to ask for details, he saw Qin Huai knocking on the table and speaking first.
"The shopkeeper took the initiative to mention this Vermillion Butterfly Demon King. I'm afraid that in addition to her natural abilities being of real help to us, there may be other factors, such as favors?"
"Haha, I really can't hide it from the distinguished guest."
The white-haired old man spoke openly, and then he continued: "Die Zhu's injuries are quite serious. Even with Qing Qiu's treatment, she may not be able to escape from danger. I see that the distinguished guest is generous and well-spoken, so he must have an extraordinary background. I was just wondering if you would help her out of danger out of your urgency to pursue Penglai after hearing the news. In the end, if you can help her because of my words, it will be worth it for me to know Die Zhu."
"The shopkeeper is really kind-hearted. It is a blessing for the Butterfly Demon King to have a friend like you."
Qin Huai looked at the white-haired old man, [a quick glance] but did not respond at all.
"Virtue brings wealth, and harmony brings wealth. If you decide to go to Xuanlin Island to look for Diezhu, I can write a letter to introduce you to Qingqiu."
"Then I'll trouble you, shopkeeper."
Seeing that Qin Huai was interested, the white-haired old man immediately picked up his brush and handed the letter to Qin Huai.
"Finally, there is one more thing I want to ask the shopkeeper."
Qin Huai accepted the letter of introduction and looked at the white-haired old man with a smile.
"Your Excellency, please feel free to speak."
The white-haired old man blinked, thinking that he had another business to discuss.
"I wonder which spiritual materials and treasures Wanbao Pavilion needs most urgently?"
Qin Huai smiled slightly and said earnestly: "If we can get the shopkeeper's advice, we can make some targeted preparations next time we come to Wanbao Pavilion to trade."
"The most sought-after items are of course all kinds of elixirs. As the saying goes, a talisman is not as good as a weapon, and a weapon is not as good as an elixir. Wanbao Pavilion has traveled the world and has seen many spirits and races. Among them, those with mediocre talents want to improve their cultivation, but it is too slow to just absorb and exhale spiritual energy. Even three to five years of cultivation may not be enough to accumulate a year's cultivation. They want to transform as soon as possible and speed up their cultivation, so they have to eat elixirs. And those with outstanding talents are troubled by the heavenly tribulation. If they want to strengthen their foundation and survive the heavenly tribulation, they also have to prepare various elixirs."
The white-haired old man pointed to the golden tripod in the distance and said slowly, "So, elixirs are the hard currency that circulates in the ten continents and three islands and prospers forever. My Wanbao Pavilion and fellow Daoist Qingqiu's Xuanlin Island started with exquisite alchemy skills and have grown to their current scale step by step. If the distinguished guest brings elixirs next time, Wanbao Pavilion will definitely buy them at a high price."
"I see. Thank you for clearing up my confusion, shopkeeper."
Qin Huai thought of the large number of elixirs he had just purchased, and he had already made up his mind to go back and forth between Yanfu and Guoguo, buy elixirs at a personal auction house, and sell them to Qianchuan Haiji in exchange for awakening degrees.
After all, the awakening levels in Yanfu are too popular. Basically, they will be sold out as soon as they are available on the market. If you want to purchase a large amount in a short period of time, you will definitely have to pay a premium. And it is basically impossible to grab a large amount of awakening levels from the auction house.
Previously, when he commissioned Wan'an to purchase awakening degrees, he had to do it slowly on a monthly basis. In a sense, the free awakening degree trading in the entire market would not exceed 500%.
Of course, if we include some private transactions brokered by high-ranking agents, this number will be magnified dozens of times.
But that situation basically has nothing to do with the low-level walking below the agent.
Take Chu Qing, whom Qin Huai knew, for example. This second-rank representative had a lot of Tushita elixirs that were worth the fortune of heaven and earth. Unfortunately, the cost of refining them was too high, and the raw materials could no longer be bought with simple Yama points.
Therefore, the trading objects that competed with it were mostly legendary-level Yamafu tokens. Even if Chu Qing wanted to sell them at a half-price price and give them away for free, it was really beyond Qin Huai's ability to afford it now.
"When I go back this time, I'll talk to my second brother and see if I can become a second-hand dealer again. I can buy the defective pills that the boys in Lihentian use to practice, and sell them to the demon fairy who has this fruit."
Qin Huai pondered for a while, and seeing that Zheng Zhaomin and Ao Ling had each picked out a few things to buy, he nodded, put away the remaining three hundred or so gold shells, and left the Wanbao Pavilion together.
"Take care, my dear guest."
After sending Qin Huai and the others out of the door, the white-haired old man took out a ring from somewhere. It was made of two small snakes of different species, one blue and one red, entwined around each other. It looked very extraordinary.
"My Lord, another group of people from Wanbao Pavilion has come to inquire about Penglai's news. I have already told them that Die Zhu was seriously injured, which should distract them for a while."
The little green snake hidden in the wide sleeves opened its eyes, and its golden pupils flickered.
"Jian, are there any outliers among this group of people that we need to be careful of?"
A deep and powerful voice sounded in the heart of the white-haired old man.
"The leader's aura is reserved, so it's hard to accurately estimate his realm, but he should have cultivated for nearly four thousand years. The remaining two juniors are both dragon-born monsters, so they are nothing to worry about."
The white-haired old man paused and continued, "As for the strange creatures that need to be paid attention to, there shouldn't be any. The demon auras of these three people are pure, and they don't look like Qigong practitioners who have become demons after getting the blood of the heavenly demon. It's just that the heavenly demon's precious blood and blood-stained jadeite they sell are closely related to the legendary Yinglong, and they can be of great use to you."
"Yinglong? Didn't he ascend to heaven a long time ago? Could it be that the one who came to investigate Penglai this time is a younger member of his clan?"
The little red snake entangled with the green snake spit out a bright red snake letter, left a last sentence, and then took the initiative to cut off the communication.
"After you send the precious blood and chalcedony to me, you can just wait and see what happens. No matter who it is, they will fall into the trap of the fisherman on their own initiative."
"Yes, my lord."
The white-haired old man nodded slightly, and the snake ring in his sleeve disappeared in an instant.
-
"Xiao Qin, now, shall we go directly to Xuanlin Island? Or shall we meet up with Mr. Tan first?"
By the time the three of them came out of the Wanbao Pavilion, the sky was already turning slightly pale, the wind blew away the clouds, and the bright and numerous stars gradually disappeared under the brilliance of the sun and the moon.
Zheng Zhaomin played with the Jade Cutting Knife he had just bought and said, "I think the old man's words just now were quite sincere."
"Brother Zheng, don't you think that the journey from Donghai Zuzhou to Qianchuan Haiji has been a little too smooth?"
Qin Huai did not answer Zheng Zhaomin's question, but instead brought up something mysterious.
"It's just like, if we find Die Zhu, cure her, and let her lead the way, we can find Yingzhou naturally."
"Don't tell me, I didn't think so just now, but after your analysis, it is indeed a bit too smooth."
Zheng Zhaomin, who had been tempered by blood and fire, had a spiritual perception far beyond that of ordinary people. After hearing Qin Huai's guess, he felt an inexplicable chill in his head.
"If it was really that simple, Mr. Tan and his [Hundred Bird Soldiers] would have tracked down the Ten Continents and Three Islands for so long and would never have found only one person and one painting."
Qin Huai analyzed it carefully: "Either, the [Hundred Birds] have never come to Wanbao Pavilion to buy intelligence, but Wanbao Pavilion's merchants are all over the ten continents, and even have branches in Zuzhou City, so this is basically unlikely; or, the shopkeeper just now concealed something from Mr. Tan and his [Hundred Birds], but as for why he concealed it, the reason is unknown."
"So you mean, we won't go find that Die Zhu?" Zheng Zhaomin heard the hidden meaning in Qin Huai's words and frowned, "Xiao Qin, you don't have to be too cautious. Even if this old man is really up to no good, as long as you and Mr. Tan are here, this fruit is actually not dangerous for us."
Qin Huai understood what Zheng Zhaomin meant, shook his head and said, "That's right, so we have to look for the demon king Die Zhu. She is one of the few breakthroughs we have now. Even if something unexpected happens in the end, we may be able to get new clues. But we should not have the intention to harm others, but we must be on guard against others. We still have to investigate the background of Wanbao Pavilion and even Qianchuan Haiji carefully."
The three of them talked as they walked, and before they knew it they had returned to the Yuanyang Building on Huajie.
At this moment, Qin Huai heard a heart-shaking sound of breaking through the air.
"You have been granted a session, the session is being transferred."
It’s Tan Song.
"Brother Qin, I have some new discoveries. I'll tell you after I return to Moon Watching."
There came a voice over there.
"Roger that, Mr. Tan."
Qin Huai and Zheng Zhaomin looked at each other, went upstairs to wake up Ze Yu who had been painting Meiji all night, and each of them rode their boats back to the [Wangyue] anchored in the harbor.
After returning to [Wangyue], Qin Huai first sent Ze Yu back to his room, and then went to the place where they held their daily meetings with ease.
Before he even entered the door, he heard the urging voice of a strange man coming from inside.
"Axue, stop thinking about it and hurry up. Brother Min and the others will be back soon. You don't want to leave a stereotype of procrastination to the newcomers, right?"
Soon after, a somewhat soft voice was heard.
"Brother Ziqi, you are also an artist, why don't you understand that DDL (deadline) is the primary productive force? Only when you feel the imminent tension can you have unlimited inspiration."
"Come on, it's just a Guhuo bird, what else do you want to draw? A ghost car, nine phoenixes? Or the goddess Qi?"
The man's voice sounded again, with a hint of teasing in his words: "How about I find Qi Liancheng to be your model when we get back this time?"
"Come on, come on, I have nothing in common with you trichromats."
Listening to the conversation inside the door, Qin Huai was just about to stop when Zheng Zhaomin in front of him had already turned the handle and opened the door.
"Axue, Xiaoqi, long time no see."
Zheng Zhaomin walked into the conference room, opened his arms, and in the blink of an eye he hugged a man with broad shoulders, a thick back, and regular features.
The man looked to be in his twenties, with a healthy bronze skin. He was wearing a tight short suit that revealed his muscular forearms.
"Come here, Xiao Qin, let me introduce you. This is Wu Ziqi, the shipwright of [Wangyue] and the agent of [Golden King]. When Mr. Qin is away, it is this guy who is responsible for the daily maintenance of the entire ship and wartime repairs."
After saying that, Zheng Zhaomin patted Qin Huai beside him and said, "Rope maker, Qin Huai, and his confidante, Ao Ling, little lady Ao."
"Hello (hello)."
After shaking hands and getting to know each other, Qin Huai turned around and looked at the woman who was curled up in the sofa, holding a tablet and a stylus, frowning and thinking hard.
She was wearing a maroon silk cloud skirt embroidered with dragons and a bright red felt cape. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, about the size of a high school student, and was not even two-thirds the height of a sofa chair.
"This is Hong Xue, who has reached the peak of the Eight Extremes, inherited Wu Daozi's teachings, is gifted, and is an extremely rare four-color visionist. She has an extraordinary understanding of painting. When she passes the inheritance trial, she will not only become Wan'an's painter, but Mr. Qin will also recommend her to the list of special talents."
Zheng Zhaomin smoothed Hongxue's long hair, which had become messy because she had been curled up on the sofa, and introduced her with a smile: "Axue, this is your brother Qin Huai and sister Ao Ling."
"Hello, brother and sister."
Hong Xue stood up and greeted politely.
"I didn't expect that this time we would be traveling with a great painter, one who has a rare human-immortal heritage."
Qin Huai smiled and took Ao Ling to sit down at the long table.
"Not only that, Xue also has a hobby of being a part-time novelist."
Zheng Zhaomin waved his hand, looked around, and found that Tan Song was not there, so he continued chatting: "That's why her procrastination is so serious."
"This time, Mr. Qin asked her and Xiao Qi to enter [Nang·Dingmao 425] earlier. On the one hand, it was to collect clues, and on the other hand, it was to let her see more of the various races in the Qianchuan Sea, and discuss painting skills with the demon painter Ze Yu, so that she can successfully pass the inheritance trial of the painting saint."
"Mr. Qin really spares no effort in supporting the younger generation."
Qin Huai was a little surprised. He originally thought that Qin An's concern for him was an exception, but now it seems that this is not the case.
"That's what dad is like. He's always very warm around us, so we all love to follow him."
Hong Xue heard Qin Huai's emotion, muttered something, and then focused her attention on the tablet in her arms.
Qin Huai nodded, glanced at the screen where the nine-headed and eighteen-winged Guhuo bird was outlined with a gold-plated brush, thanked Wu Ziqi for the teacup, and said, "What kind of work is Ah Xue's? I want to see it when I have time."
"These are mythical images of some monsters and spirit species, and travel notes of some immortals and strange people. Because they can be used as disposable consumables, they have a certain market in personal auction houses."
Although Hong Xue had a serious procrastination problem, she couldn't help but reveal a look of joy and satisfaction when she mentioned her work. She said, "Brother Huai, if you are interested, you can also support me. I will give you a friendly price."
"Sure. Is there a finished product? I want to see it."
"Brother Huai's inheritance is Tianwu, right? I'll look for it. There should be some left that haven't been sold."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Xue took out a wooden box from his personal space and handed it over.
The wooden box was opened, revealing a piece of light yellow rice paper with crisscrossing gold-embossed lines on it. A lifelike Tianwu was painted on the paper, with golden hair all over its body visible, and eight cloud tails covering the sky. It stood in the Chaoyang Valley, surrounded by a touch of green and glowing with colorful light.
(End of this chapter)
