don't call me devil

Ding Yi was directly stunned, his eyes widened and he looked at the folding fan in disbelief.

Several people hula all gathered around at once.

Jiang Jiuli's eyes seemed to be flashing with starlight:

"What a solemn four big characters?" Is it righteous from heaven? The

awe-inspiring aura exuded by the words makes people dare not look directly, as if the more bad things they do, the more guilty they feel, and they are shocked by these four words.

It's as if it's looking into your heart, and it's a righteous judgment.

Ding Yi's eyes were red:

"Damn! Looking away, can this fan really be opened? These four words have a true meaning, so many years have passed, is the true meaning in the words still so strong?

"It can't be left by some painter, right?"

Ren Jie also swallowed a mouthful of saliva, didn't he go blind? This fan is really not simple.

"Painter? What is that?

Ding Yi hurriedly said: "It's normal that you don't know, the painter belongs to the extremely rare national art line in the ancient blood lineage, and his own ability is calligraphy and painting, calligraphy and painting in qinqi calligraphy and painting, and now it is rare to see a line of national art." "

It is rumored that the word written by the painter contains the true meaning, when the battle is pressed by the word, the void is the paper, and the finger is the pen, if you write a "mountain" word, then this word is really a mountain weight, if you write the word "kill", the murderous spirit bursts out, a hundred miles of killing, if you write the word "life", the living dead, flesh and bones, if you write the word "death", the corpses are all over the field, and there is no life!"

At this moment, Ren Jie's eyes widened and goosebumps straightened:

∑ (°口°๑) "? Is the painter so fierce?

Ding Yikou hung the river:

"What is this? The painter can not only write, but also draw, and the things he draws can even break out of the paper, and have a short period of action, helping the painter to attack, defend, draw dragons, and paint walls for walls! "

The national arts are all quite perverted abilities, Lu Qianfan, you should all know, his ability is the gossip map, and it is also very terrifying?"

Ren Jie was numb when he heard it, so... The existence of quack, it is very likely that the owner of this fan drew it?

Quack said proudly: "Hmph~ Now you know how powerful my master is, right?" And

Ren Jie slowly flipped the fan.

I saw that there was no writing on the back of the fan, but a landscape drawing, not the kind of ink-colored Chinese painting, but the kind of landscape painting full of green, spring flowers, and colorful.

The green hills are far away, the woods are lush, the grass is everywhere at the foot of the mountain, the colorful flowers are in full bloom, and a waterfall falls from the mountain into a deep pool, from which a river winds its way to the end of the fan.

The sun was high in the sky, the sun was just right, and the afternoon was slightly drunk.

And right next to the river, there is also a well.

What is frightening is that this image is not static, but a moving image, with a falling waterfall, splashing water vapor, a flowing river, and even a gently swaying field of grass and flowers.

It's not like a painting at all, it's more like an unfolding corner of the world.

Everyone was attracted by the world of ink painting depicted on the fan, and their eyes were full of shock.

At this moment, I saw a fierce leap from the top of Ren Jie's head, and a fierce man plunged into the painting on the fan.

A magical scene happened, it was integrated into the painting, and in this ink world, there was also a green frog, carrying a small bag and a red cloak.

Then a fierce man plunged into the river, and the surface of the river rippled, and he swam in the river, and then jumped into the well.

When he climbed out of the well again, he held a scroll-like treasure map in his hand and waved at Ren Jie incessantly.

Everyone was dumbfounded, painting ... The painting is moving, hey.

There's even a traveling frog in there?

Whose frog cub got lost and ran into the painting?

Ren Jie instinctively reached out to grab the treasure map, but touched the fan...

Only then did I realize that it was just a painting.

Ren Jie couldn't help but say in his mind:

"Qing, do you believe that there are toads now?"

Qing was also shocked by the scene in front of her, what Ren Jie saw just now was this frog?

"The painter does have the ability to write and make the painting true, although the painter is quite rare now, but it is not nothing..."

And this painting is not just a painting, but more like a world in a painting, painting a world? I don't know what level of painter can do this. "

Ninth Order Heavenly Realm, or Tenth Order Mighty Realm?"

Rao is a well-informed Qing, and he was also shocked by the painting of this folding fan.

Ren Jie swallowed his saliva,!

Such a high-level painter?

The treasure map she left behind, what kind of earth-shattering treasure must be hidden? This fan alone is already a priceless treasure, right?

If the ink world painted by this fan is real, can you put something in it? Can you enter this world like a quack?

Harushi continued,

"I suggest... You can do what this frog says first, this may be the inheritance left by some top powerhouse.

"The only clue is the word Hatsuki engraved on the bone, I'll have someone check it out to see if there are any clues available..."

"This is your own opportunity, you have to grasp it..."

After speaking, Qing was silent, and Ren Jie didn't care about everyone's envious gaze, closed the first snow folding fan, raised his eyebrows and smiled:

(๑◔ ꇴ ◔ิ) "Xiao Ding~ How is this fan sold?" We're all acquaintances, and your father and I are brothers!

Ding Yi's face darkened when he heard this: "Oh, when my father gave birth to me, your father crossed the threshold and scraped Tinker Bell!" "

Why did you die brother?"

Ren Jie immediately crossed his waist: "I bargained with your father, and if I was a brother, I came to cut me, why am I not a brother who has died?"

Ding Yi's face darkened: "This folding fan is obviously a treasure, and it can't be given to you too cheaply, but this treasure was discovered by you, and if you want to change it, I naturally can't stop it, I'm just a shopkeeper." "

How about selling you 104 credits?"

Ren Jie: (≖benefit≖٥) "You pinched the price of the credits in my pocket, right?" "

If you don't buy it, I'll give it to you~ Anyway, no one can open this fan except me, if you can't buy it, Lao Tzu always has a way to get it, right, Mink Bao'er?"

"I think there are a lot of treasures in this academy store, and you won't be found if you lose a hundred million points, right?"

"It doesn't seem to be a loss to run away with a ticket~"

Mink Bao rushed out of Ren Jie's trouser pocket, looking at the dazzling array of treasures in the college store, rubbing his hands uncontrollably, and his saliva flowed.

I have to say, Mink's hands are already itchy....

Ding Yi's face darkened, and he couldn't help but take the fan and use it frantically, but the fan really didn't move, and he didn't have the slightest intention of opening it.

Jiang Jiuli looked serious

: (งǒ ◠ ǒ)ง "Let's be cheaper~ Thank you~"

Ren Jie: (•́ω•̀ ٥)

Xiao Li~ You bargained too gently, right? You have to have the posture to unload him before he can give you a cheap one?

Mo Wanrou said lightly: "You'd better not doubt the ability of the treasure thief, how do you think his shorts and robe came from?"

Shu Ge smiled evilly: "If you really lose something, the dean will deduct your salary~

" Mei Qian said seriously: "Give me Brother Jie cheaper, to... Otherwise, I will come to your side to sleep every day~"

As soon as these words came out, Ding Yi's face turned green, I can stand everything else, and I don't want bitter tea.

I really can't stand the plum money coming to the door, the store will do the yellow shop in my hands?

"That's... That's a hundred!

Ren Jie took the lead: "Fifty! "

Tsk~eighty!"

"Fifty!"

"Seventy! It can't be cheaper, I..."

"Fifty!"

"Listen to me, I'm really..."

"Mei Qian, sleep here tonight, I'll bring you a futon!" Gram yellow it! "

Fifty! Fifty is fifty! Sell! Can't I sell it? "