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Chapter 4 The realm of practice!

After leaving classroom 309, I did not leave school directly on the weekend, but came to the lakeside of the school and sat cross-legged under an ancient cypress.

He has just returned from rebirth, but there are still many things that need to be straightened out.

The first thing he needs to straighten out is his current cultivation level.

Cultivation is divided into four major realms: foundation building, golden elixir, nascent infancy, and tribulation.

Each realm is divided into three small realms: the early stage, the middle stage and the late stage.

After sitting cross-legged for dozens of minutes on the weekend, I finally opened my eyes. The eyebrows were mixed with unprecedented sadness and loss, and a hint of gratitude.

"Even if I have lost all the Tao and magic weapons now, what if I have lost all the Tao and magic weapons?

In my previous life, I, Qianyuan Immortal Lord, reached the supreme magical powers of the top of the universe, but the most precious wealth in this universe, to regain my cultivation and return to the peak, I just walked the path I had walked again."

After thinking about this, I continued to sit cross-legged on the ground on the weekend and began to breathe seriously.

It took an hour before he opened his eyes again.

"Early stage of foundation building?"

I was secretly happy on the weekend, but then I shook my head! "Even so, it can only mean that I have stepped into the threshold of cultivation. With the lack of spiritual energy on the earth, if I want to go further, it is probably difficult to ascend to the sky, let alone achieve the tribulation and ascend to the sky. It seems that it is necessary to buy some yellow paper and cinnabar, make some spirit-gathering talismans to assist in my practice."

I came to the antique market on the weekend and bought the needed cinnabar and other items, and then I was about to leave. But at this moment, he saw a middle-aged man posing in a painting and was hawking.

"Everyone, the "Sketching of Rare Birds" by Emperor Huizong of the Northern Song Dynasty, don't miss it."

The middle-aged man shouted at the sale.

"Is Song Huizong's "Sketching of Rare Birds" real or fake?"

"Does this still need to be asked? It must be fake. If it is true, will he still need to sell it here?"

"It's all gone. There are many scammers these days."

...As the middle-aged man hawked, the painting "Sketching Rare Birds" indeed attracted many spectators in a short while.

However, after everyone looked at it, they all agreed that it was a fake painting.

Just imagine, Song Huizong's "Sketching of Rare Birds" was a priceless existence. How could it appear in the hands of an ordinary person, and in the hands of a small person in the city?

Even if this picture is real, how many people can afford it if it appears in such a place?

"Who said this picture is fake? This is passed down by my ancestors..." Seeing the crowd talking and dispersing, the middle-aged man suddenly became anxious and said.

"Then how much do you plan to sell your "Sketch of Rare Birds" by Emperor Huizong of Song?"

Someone asked.

"One-price, 50,000," the middle-aged man replied. When he saw the man hesitating, he quickly changed his words and said, "Why, 5,000?"

"Didn't you say this is the authentic "Sketching of Rare Birds" by Emperor Huizong of Song? Why are all five thousand sold?"

The man asked with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Brother, if you really want it, give it five hundred?"

The middle-aged man blushed and asked.

"This is a fake painting. Not to mention five hundred, even fifty, I don't think anyone wants it."

The man said.

"Why do you say this is a fake painting?"

The middle-aged man said angrily.

"The paper used in this painting is the rice paper of 'Chen Qingfu', and the rice paper of 'Chen Qingfu' appeared in the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty. Do you tell me that it may still be the real "Sketching Rare Bird Picture"?"

The man asked sarcastically with a sarcastic statement.

"Why do you say it is 'Chen Qingfu' rice paper, it is 'Chen Qingfu' rice paper?"

The middle-aged man continued to argue with reason! "I am the owner of the old Zhaitang antique shop, Chen Jiangnan."

Chen Jiangnan answered lightly.

"What, Chen Jiangnan, Lao Zhaitang?"

"The owner of Lao Zhaitang's century-old store, Chen Jiangnan, has even more eye-catching eyes. Since Boss Chen says that this painting is fake, it is definitely fake."

"If it was the real "Sketching Rare Birds", could he sell it for 500 yuan?

Such things have long been common in the streets and alleys across the country."

...As soon as Chen Jiangnan reported his name, the crowd was in an uproar.

Amid the discussion of a group of people, the middle-aged man bent down awkwardly, prepared to put away the paintings, find another place to sell them again.

At this moment, a voice came from my ears: "How much does this painting cost?"

When the middle-aged man saw that he was a young man in his 18 or 19 years old.

"What a mess, go there."

The middle-aged man waved his hand to the weekend and said.

"I'm going to buy this painting, you can offer a price."

Ignoring the man's rudeness on the weekend, I spoke again.

"You really plan to buy it?"

The middle-aged man was stunned and asked.

"Do you think I'm a joke?"

Asked on weekends.

"Little brother, I have to say that you have a lot of vision. This painting is the original work of "Sketching of Rare Birds" by Emperor Huizong of the Northern Song Dynasty. The achievements of Song Huizong, an incompetent emperor in "politics" and "rule" in the art world are indestructible.

From ancient times to the present, his calligraphy and painting have been praised by calligraphers, painters, connoisseurs and collectors."

When the middle-aged man saw that he was interested in this painting on weekends, he didn't care about the eyes of the people around him. He pulled the weekend and said endlessly.

"This "Sketching of Rare Birds" is passed down from my ancestors. It is definitely the original work of Emperor Huizong of Song. If I hadn't encountered something at home and needed money urgently, I wouldn't have sold it out for anything. In this way, I think you are also a destined person. If you pay 50,000, I will sell this painting to you."

"Didn't you just say five hundred? Why did it turn into fifty thousand in the blink of an eye?"

Asked on weekends.

"Okay, five hundred is five hundred."

The middle-aged man didn't expect that the hawking he had just heard clearly on the weekend and said.

"make a deal."

He took out five hundred yuan in cash on the weekend and handed it to the middle-aged man, saying.

"OK."

The middle-aged man took the money and counted it. He was afraid that the matter would be ruined, so he quickly put the painting away and stuffed it into his hands on the weekend, so he was about to leave.

"Young man, this is a fake painting, worthless. He even sold you five hundred, obviously he was cheating you."

"Yes, this painting was personally identified by Mr. Chen Jiangnan of Laozhaitang. It said that it was painted with the Ming Dynasty's 'Chen Qing style' rice paper. How could it be a painting by Emperor Huizong of Song?"

"Why don't you return the painting to him quickly?"

...When the onlookers saw this, they all spoke! Only Chen Jiangnan was silent, as if he was thinking about something.

"Little brother, don't listen to their nonsense. They just pretend to understand. You are the one who knows the wise and wise. Okay, I have something to do at home, so I'll say goodbye first."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he hurriedly left, and in just a moment, he disappeared on the street.

"Hmph, I'm young and not good at learning. I'm just learning people to be greedy for small gains. If this painting is real, do you think it will sell it to you for 500 yuan?"

Chen Jiangnan said sarcastically.

"Who told you that this painting is not real?"

Asked back on the weekend.

"A child cannot teach, it is simply a child who cannot teach."
Chapter completed!
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