Taoist Taihua was really surprised.

Stop talking about him, Su Changyu was also a little surprised.

Just the painting in your hand is more wealthy than the Qingyun Dao Sect?

Is it true or false?

"Ah? Don't you guys know? This is Xuyang rice paper, one foot and one gold. The picture scroll is about eight feet overall. No matter how you say it costs eight taels of gold."

Ten taels of gold were a little silent.

It turns out that neither of them knows what this is?

"Eight taels of gold?"

When Taoist Taihua and Su Changyu heard this, their eyes were straightened.

"But if you draw it on it, it may not be necessary. If you don't have a pen on rice paper, you can get this price. If you draw it on it, it depends on how it draws."

The shopkeeper Tenliang Jin continued.

As soon as he said this, Su Changyu's face suddenly became ugly.

"If you paint, how much is it worth?"

Su Changyu asked urgently.

Taoist Taihua also looked a little unfair.

"This is because of paintings. Generally speaking, even if they are well made, if they are not famous, they will probably not be able to sell them at any good price. It mainly depends on who made the paintings. You should understand these points, right?"

Ten taels of gold did not fool these two people.

When paintings are well drawn, you may not be able to sell for a high price. The key point is who paints them.

The paintings of the Taishi of the dynasty, even if they draw a picture of a chicken eating rice, they can sell tens of thousands of taels of gold. If an unknown painter is, no matter how good the painting is, it will not be sold at any price.

"It's over now."

Hearing this, Su Changyu felt completely finished.

Because Ye Ping happens to be an unknown painter.

If I had known this, I wouldn't have let Ye Ping draw it.

"Shangxian, can I take a look?"

However, Ten Tak Jin is based on professional ethics, and I still want to see if the pearls of the sea are left behind, wouldn’t these two people make a fortune without knowing the goods?

"Okay."

Su Changyu had no hope at all and directly handed the scroll to the other party.

But Taoist Taihua began to ponder.

He knew who gave this scroll, and he still remembered that when Ye Ping went up the mountain, he did carry a big bag, but he didn't expect it to be so valuable.

But at this moment, Ten taels of gold took the scroll and then placed it on the table and slowly unfolded.

Soon the scroll was fully unfolded, and the scream of ten taels of gold rang out.

"Hiss! The painting of Mr. Qinglian?"

A scream instantly attracted the attention of both of them.

"Mr. Qinglian? Who? Is it very famous?"

Taoist Taihua asked subconsciously.

But Su Changyu knew who Qinglian lay Buddhist was, but he didn't say much, but just looked at Ten Tak Jin with curiosity.

"Hiss! The two immortals wait a moment."

Ten taels of gold did not answer, but immediately called the servants to invite the pawnshop appraiser.

Not long after, the old man came again.

However, this time the attitude is obviously much colder than the last time.

But as soon as the old man walked up, his eyes fell on the painting.

Just a glance, he could see that this painting was extraordinary. He dared to use Xuyang rice paper to paint, either the worst is or the best is not good.

In an instant, the old man came to the painting and suddenly showed a look of astonishment.

"Is this a painting by Mr. Qinglian?"

The old man glanced carefully for a few seconds, then looked at the ten taels of gold, a little shocked.

"It should be true, both the painting skills and the seal are suitable, but the ink marks seem to have not been completely done yet, and it seems that they have just been painted."

Ten taels of gold suppressed the excitement in their hearts and said in a plain tone as much as possible.

"I didn't expect it to be a painting by Mr. Qinglian, and it should have been just recently when Mr. Qinglian came to Baiguo City?"

The old man also seemed very excited. He looked at the scroll carefully and felt more shocked the more he looked at it.

Qinglian lay Buddhist was known as the number one talent in Jin State, and was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. There were countless women in the Jin State who were obsessed with his poem, and there were no knowledge of everything that many literati sought after him.

Even the emperor of Jin really liked the copybooks of Mr. Qinglian.

Unfortunately, Qinglian lay Buddhists were indifferent to fame and fortune and did not participate in the imperial examination. This year, they disappeared without a trace. No one knew what he was doing, but it was precisely because of this that they were more sought after by literati.

What literati care about most is fame and fortune. That literati does not want to enter the literary world, and in the future, he will become a great scholar and cultivate a sense of righteousness.

But how could Qinglian lay Buddhists regard money, fame and fortune as dirt, so how could they not be sought after?

Especially this year, Qinglian lay Buddhists did not participate in the imperial examinations, and were praised by Jin literati to a height. All his calligraphy and calligraphy and paintings were priced at sky-high prices.

So Shiliangjin was so shocked after seeing this painting.

"I don't know that Qinglian lay Buddhists are free and easy, and like to travel around the mountains and rivers. They are a person with temperament. Maybe they did come to Baiguo City, or maybe they just paint casually and give it to others."

I can't be sure of ten taels of gold.

But at this moment, Su Changyu's voice sounded.

“How much can this painting sell?”

The sound rang out, and the appraiser of the pawnshop came to his senses.

At this moment, the two of them were instantly enthusiastic, many times better than before.

"The paintings of the two immortals and the Qinglian lay Buddhists are priceless, and it will be difficult to measure a suitable price for a while. How dare you ask the two immortals what price they want?"

Ten taels of gold sneered.

His words are half true and half false. The paintings of Mr. Qinglian are indeed priceless, but it is still okay to ask him to estimate the price. However, he could see that Taoist Taihua and Su Changyu didn't understand it very well, so he might as well ask them, maybe they could get a gap.

Unfortunately, Taoist Taihua is also a personal elite.

He stretched out five fingers and looked at Shiliangjin and said, "I want this number."

Fifty taels of gold.

That's right.

Taoist Taihua is not stupid. Although he does not know how to appreciate calligraphy and painting, it can be seen from the performance of these two people that this painting is probably quite valuable.

Considering that the cost is eight taels of gold, I gritted my teeth and opened the price of fifty taels of gold.

As soon as these words were said, the ten taels of gold frowned slightly.

Five thousand taels of gold?

This price is not high, not high at all.

But the problem is that he is not sure that this painting is a real work, what if it is written by a master of copying?

If that is the case, it will be a loss of blood.

If this was really done by Mr. Qinglian, five thousand taels of gold would not be an exaggeration.

The senior officials of Jin State all pursued the paintings of Qinglian lay Buddhists. This is no longer the value of silver or silver. For some people, this scroll is worth more than tens of thousands of taels of gold.

Thinking of this, Shiliangjin couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then looked at Taoist Taihua.

"Supreme immortal, can I wait for an hour and ask someone to identify the authenticity? If this painting is an authentic work, I cannot take out five thousand taels of gold, but if it is a copy, I will also produce five hundred taels of gold. How about it?"

Ten taels of gold said this.

Just say this.

Taoist Taihua and Su Changyu were completely shocked.

How many?

Five thousand taels of gold?

Is it worth five hundred taels?

This thing is so valuable?

Are you scaring me?
To be continued...