Zhang Zhengdao, whose real name is Zhang Zeduan, is also called Zhengdao.

When it comes to his works, no one knows.

The picture of the river during the Qingming Festival, which is known as the treasure handed down from generation to generation, was written by Zhang Zhengdao.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, when Chen Yi was traveling in the world of mortals, he was infected with other people. Among them, he studied painting with Zhang Zhengdao for a period of time.

When Chen Yi comes near, he looks at the custom painting, which is the painting of his old friend.

However, both Chen Yi and Zhang Zhengdao seldom left their signature when they were painting.

This painting was probably made by Zhang Zhengdao.

Even so, in the current world, if it is spread, it should be priceless.

"Two thousand, two thousand!" The middle-aged man's forehead was covered with sweat. He looked at the painting in his hand and didn't seem to believe it was fake.

"Master Hu has said that this painting is fake. It's good to accept it. Why do you hesitate?"

"Master Hu is the president of Zhenjiang antique Association. Can he cheat you?"

"A fake painting, do you want to sell it at a sky high price?"

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to make a decision, people around him would talk about it.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. He looked at the old man and said, "master Hu..."

"This painting, I want it!" All of a sudden, a voice came, so that everyone was stunned.

Some people turn to see Chen Yi and are even more surprised.

Master Zhang frowned when he saw Chen Yi. His eyes were heavy.

The paintings in the hands of middle-aged people are indeed the paintings of the Northern Song Dynasty. He can't find out which painter's real works are. But if they change hands, they will need hundreds of thousands at least. Even if they publicize them, it won't be a problem to sell them for millions.

Seeing that the middle-aged man is about to answer, how can he kill Cheng Yaojin?

The middle-aged man was stunned. He looked at Chen Yi and said, "what do you want?"

Chen Yi nodded faintly. This is the true work of his old friend. The paintings he painted and Zhengdao left him. After Zhengdao died, he left all the fire in front of the grave.

As for the works that spread in the world, Chen Yi can't see them. Now, how can he allow others to abuse them.

Two thousand dollars?

Even if it's a casual painting, if you know it under the Zhengdao spring, you'll laugh bitterly.

"Are you in a hurry for money?" Chen Yi asked.

"Urgent!" The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, "my child is in hospital, otherwise, I would not take out the heirs' things to sell."

"How much do you need urgently?"

Middle aged people look at Chen Yi. Chen Yi is too young. How much money can such a child have.

However, he gritted his teeth and said, "there is still tens of thousands of hospital expenses to be paid. Master Zhang offered two thousand. If you could pay more..."

"Fifty thousand!" Chen Yi's words made everyone stunned.

"Fifty thousand? Buy a fake painting. Is this guy crazy? "

"Is he really rich or funny?"

"Master Zhang said it was a fake painting, and he spent 50000 to buy it?"

There was an uproar all around, and many people looked at Chen Yi strangely.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but be stunned. Immediately, he showed a look of ecstasy, "fifty thousand, you take out fifty thousand, this painting belongs to you!"

"Give me the card number!" Chen Yi said faintly, "I'll transfer money for you!"

The middle-aged man quickly tells Chen Yi the card number, but master Zhang's face is extremely gloomy.

"Young man, do your family know that you waste so much?"

Chen Yi glanced at the master, but ignored him.

Soon, fifty thousand yuan was transferred to the middle-aged man's card, and the painting fell into Chen Yi's hands.

In the midst of everyone's astonishment, Chen Yi takes the painting, turns around and walks out of the antique market.

There was a lot of discussion all around, but master Zhang's face was gloomy. He turned and walked back to his antique shop.

As soon as Chen Yi came out of the antique market, several people rushed in front of him.

"The painting you just made, 100000, we want it!"

One of the middle-aged people with a scar on the corner of his eye and a faint evil spirit said.

Several people surround Chen Yi and block his way.

"Not for sale!" Chen Yi lightly answered two words.

"Not for sale?" The middle-aged man with a scar around his eye shows a sneer. He reaches for Chen Yi.

Bang bang!

Several figures fly out, but Chen Yi doesn't look at them. He takes a taxi and disappears into the street.

"What did you say?" In the antique market, Master Zhang's face is full of gloom.

"Well, I'm still a practitioner!"

After hanging up the phone, Master Zhang's look was cold, "son, cut off my hu, still want to go away?"

Then he picked up his cell phone, hesitated and dialed a number.

……

Chen Yi took a taxi to buy some flowerpots in the city and went back to Guanjiang garden.In No. 1 villa, Chen Yi planted the elixir in the flowerpot one by one.

If it is planted in this way in a short time, it will not be a problem if there is a spring. But if it goes on for a long time, these elixirs will wither sooner or later.

"It seems that I have to go back to Longchi mountain sometime!" Chen Yi's eyes are a little disappointed. There is no lack of spiritual soil in Longchi mountain. He can take some out.

Later, Chen Yi took out several uncultivated elixirs, and added the blood of the demon snake. He ground and prepared them carefully.

An hour later, five bottles of light red liquid medicine appeared in front of him.

These are all jade bottles left in zuzijie. There are at least hundreds of them.

All the jade bottles were carved from jade that once contained aura. For thousands of years, Chen Yi absorbed a lot of aura jade, and then polished the ordinary jade left to become jade bottles.

These jade bottles can be used to preserve some elixirs or pills.

If Chen Yi's former storage ring had not been broken by space, there would even be a spirit jade vase in it. It's very precious. It's a pity

Chen Yi looks at these five bottles of liquid medicine. If he smears them often, his father's injuries on his legs will gradually ease.

After finishing all this, he took the jade bottle back into the storage ring.

It's going to be late. Chen Yi walks out of Guanjiang garden.

On the long road, Chen Yi's eyes suddenly moved slightly.

In front of him came a figure with a cap.

"Master again?"

Chen Yi said to himself that when the man and he went wrong, in an instant, the man moved.

One hand is like a knife, cutting at the back of Chen Yi's neck.

If ordinary people are hit, they will be knocked out.

Under the cap, a pair of eyes coagulate solid, suddenly, this pair of eyes changed.

I don't know when the figure under his knife has disappeared.

The man suddenly looks up, but sees Chen Yi in front of him and looks at him quietly.

Chen Yi claps it with one hand. The man's arms are crisscrossed, and there is a faint blue spirit lingering on his arms.

With a bang, the man stepped back thirteen steps.

At every step, the bricks and stones are breaking.

Fortunately, this place is outside the grand garden of Guanjiang. No one has ever been there. Otherwise, it must be thought that it's filming.

The man stepped back and his cap flew up, revealing a middle-aged man with a red face.

He looks at Chen Yi's eyes in horror

Like hell!