Urban Treasure Appraisal: My eyes see through everything

Here the two of them left separately.

When Yang Feng returned home, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

The home is incredibly quiet.

Yang Feng locked the door.

Then, he couldn't wait to unfold this painting of Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu's paintings are very famous among outsiders.

But in the antique circle, the actual value is not as high as the outside world thinks.

At present, there are relevant records, and the value is only hundreds of millions.

However, there are still some closed auctions, and there may be rumors or unknown prices.

In fact, Yang Feng only asked for a higher value for this painting than the blue and white porcelain, and he was very satisfied.

As the painting unfolds, it is more than two meters long, and in addition to the landscape picture, there is also a poem written on it.

Yang Feng took a deep breath and began to gather his spiritual power at his eyes as if he had been yesterday.

He began to work on the painting in front of him.

The lines of the brush and ink flutter on the painting.

It's as if you jumped out of a painting.

What made Yang Feng feel strange was that this time his spiritual power consumption was greater than any previous time.

After only an hour, the spiritual power of the body seemed to be drained.

At this time, the painting has only just been restored to a corner.

Yang Feng gritted his teeth and began to continue to condense his spiritual power, using the Pupil Technique.

But at this moment, the feeling of a stick shattering his bone marrow came.

There was a jerk of stiffness in his back, followed by a sharp pain all over his body.

Yang Feng sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly wanted to stop the pupil technique at this time.

But it's too late.

All the spiritual power in his body seemed to be uncontrollable at this time, and he rushed out directly.

Yang Feng rolled on the ground in pain.

Until the last severe pain completely crushed his consciousness.

"Plop!"

he slammed to the ground.

The house was quiet again.

Only Yang Feng, who was lying motionless on the ground.

One night passed.

Even until noon the next day.

Yang Feng still hadn't woken up yet.

At this point, he didn't seem to feel the passage of time.

The consciousness was just a dream.

In a dream.

A truly dark space, Yang Feng couldn't see his five fingers.

"Where is this!?" Yang

Feng tried to shout in the dark.

But even though he screamed with all his might, he couldn't even hear himself.

It was still dead quiet all around, and there was darkness.

"I...... Died young?"

Yang Feng looked at the darkness in confusion.

Then he raised his head to the sky and shouted, "Damn! I finally turned over the salted fish, how did I finish the calf like this!!"

He shouted excitedly, but he still couldn't hear himself.

However, at such a time, a slow white light suddenly lit up in front of him.

Yang Feng subconsciously covered his eyes.

When he slowly opened it again, he found that the white light in front of him turned out to be the old fisherman that day!

" Yes...... It's you!" Yang

Feng saw him, and suddenly seemed to see a savior.

The old man looked at him and said angrily: "You kid is too capable of calamity, how long has it been?

"Senior...... Yang

Feng looked at him blankly

, the old man was a little strange, and asked, "What kind of powerful person did you fight with and cause exhaustion?"

"No...... No.

"That's to observe the avenue and use up your pupil power.

"Not either.

Yang Feng scratched his head.

The old man was a little strange, and said, "Could it be that you have cured diseases and saved people, and used up your spiritual power?"

"......"

Yang Feng fell silent.

The old man sensed that something was wrong and asked, "What the hell is going on?" "

Actually, I learned a new pupil technique, and then used it on an antique.

Yang Feng said his own operation.

When the old man heard this, he immediately scolded loudly: "Damn! You muddy boy, Lao Tzu gives you eyes to let you help others, you know how

to make money!" "What, money is very important in the world......

" "Then you can do it well if you make money, and what kind of crooked pupil art do you learn!"

The old man was not angry, and said: "You dare to learn such an evil pupil technique?"

"Huh? I've actually used this pupil technique once before, so it's okay, this time it's probably because I don't have enough physical strength......"

Yang Feng muttered.

Hearing this, he was actually very satisfied with this pupil technique.

The old man hated that iron could not become steel, and said, "Do you really think that those values are conjured out of thin air

......?" What do you mean......"

Yang Feng was puzzled.

"Listen to what you said, this kind of 'rejuvenation' is not used at all spiritual power, but your stupid boy's luck, understand?"

The old man glared at him and said: "Luck, hidden in the abyss of people, your pupil technique is to increase the value of those things in luck, fortunately, your kid is dizzy fast enough, otherwise sooner or later one day you will run out of luck and be killed by lightning when you go out." "

Yes...... There is such an evil sect?!"

Yang Feng was a little scared, he had already used it on the blue and white porcelain once before.

The old man snorted coldly and said, "You are still not deeply involved, but the short-term luck disappears, and it will take a while to replenish, I think you kid had better be honest during this time." "

How long will it take?"

"Ten days at the least, a month at most." Although you are lucky, if you continue to suffer such calamity, you can wait for death. The

old man said, "That's it, let's go back quickly, look at you, I'm so fucking angry." The

old man smeared honey with his mouth.

Yang Feng, who was scolding, didn't dare to raise his head.

Soon, his form disappeared into the dark space.

Yang Feng felt his body fall rapidly.

When he opened his eyes again.

It was nearly dusk outside.

He slowly got up from the ground.

Inside the hall.

The silence around was terrible.

Yang Feng felt that his hearing didn't seem to have recovered.

But in his mind, he kept recalling the old man who appeared just now.

Although he didn't know who he was, Yang Feng already regarded him as his master.

"Luck......"

Yang Feng said to himself.

He muttered.

It was only then that he felt his ears gradually recover.

There was another knock on the door.

It was the voice of Gao Ronghai and Liu Qinglan calling the door.

Yang Feng forcibly used his last strength at this time to open the door for the two.

One stumbled and almost didn't fall to the ground.

Fortunately, Gao Ronghai stepped forward and hurriedly supported his arm.

The two of them entered the door.

Gao Ronghai looked at Yang Feng's pale face and weak body, and said in confusion: "Dude, what are you doing at home? I didn't answer the phone one day, I thought something was wrong with you."

"No, I'm staying at home all day.

"You've been staying at home?" Gao

Ronghai looked at him suspiciously, and then reacted suddenly, and said, "Damn, although I heard that Miss Zhao did move here, but you are too fierce!"