There is a special small light above the collection table for illumination, so that buyers can see the details of the collection more clearly.
This picture of beauty hangs quietly in a glass tube. The buyers sitting on the terraced stands in front, no matter what angle they looked at, were firmly attracted by the beauty dressed in red and lying under the peach blossom tree in the painting.
The dark and messy long hair, the wrists that looked like frost and snow, and the tail of the eyes that looked like drunkenness, every detail was lifelike. His flaming red clothes were not worn neatly, and the front part fell down a little, revealing his clear collarbone and a small piece of snow-white thin chest.
If you look carefully, your chest seems to be rising and falling slightly, as if a living person is lying in front of everyone, sleeping soundly. His bright red lips were slightly parted, like the sleeping beauty in the fairy tale, quietly waiting for the prince to kiss her awake.
The buyers present were old and young, male and female, with very different personalities, but at this moment they were all obsessed with wanting to be the white knight who awakened each other.
Su Yao's eyes were also fixed on the painting. He could feel that his adrenaline was being secreted crazily, his brain was running at a high speed, his heart was pounding, and even his breathing was quickening unconsciously.
And all this is because he saw the painting in front of him and wanted to get the person in the painting crazily.
The jade pendant on his chest burned his skin, and the silver chain on his wrist shone slightly. These two things, worn since childhood, allowed Su Yao's almost annihilated sanity to survive. Before he completely fell into madness, Su Yao pinched his thigh hard and recited the Qingxin Mantra silently for hundreds of times. Only then did he feel that his mind was a little clearer.
Now when he looks at the painting again, his heart is still extremely excited, but relatively speaking he is able to think more rationally. Su Yao didn't dare to look at the glass tube again, fearing that he would get stuck in it again, so he could only turn his head to look at Uncle Zhang and the others.
Uncle Zhang's eyes were red, and large drops of sweat on his forehead were winding down like a stream. But at this time, he still maintained a trace of consciousness, struggled to turn his head, looked at Su Yao and said, "Sure enough, he is not an ordinary person."
Su Yao had sharp eyes and saw a glimmer of light on the other person's collar. While calming down, Uncle Zhang reached out and grasped the jade pendant on his chest tightly, and said with emotion: "This is what your grandfather gave me. If it hadn't been for the heat, I might not be sane now."
When he said this, there was a lot of regret and aftertaste in his eyes: "Although this painting is a bit weird, it seems to have a fatal attraction to people. But I think even if it didn't have this weirdness, there would be many people present who would be willing to pay a high price. Buy it."
Su Yao thought about it briefly and felt that what the other party said was extremely reasonable.
However, other spectators at the scene were not as sensible as the two of them. Everyone else was cheering wildly and staring at the collection table with red eyes. Mr. Jin's fat face was dripping with sweat, and his whole face was swollen and red.
Zhang Jianjun knew something was wrong as soon as he saw Lao Jin's state. He tried his best to wake up his long-time friend amidst the noisy cheers: "Lao Jin, wake up! Don't be impulsive!"
However, the other party seemed to have long since lost sight of what he was saying. His eyes were fixed on the scroll on the collection table, and he clapped and cheered along with the other buyers.
Seeing that the emotions of the audience had reached their peak, the expression on the host's face still did not change at all. He knocked on the table in front of him with a small hammer and said loudly: "Now, the shooting of "Beauty Picture" has officially started, with a starting price of 10 million!"
"Fifteen million!"
"Twenty million!"
"thirty million!"
“…”
The buyers present bid higher and higher every time, and they bid decisively, scrambling for the first place, as if they are afraid that the beauty in the painting will fall into the hands of others, and they have the momentum of an ancient king who was angry at a beauty. They chased the bidding again and again, and the price went up higher and higher. Su Yao sat down and listened in horror.
After Lao Zhang's repeated attempts to dissuade him failed, the painting finally fell into the hands of Mr. Jin at an unprecedented price. Such a high price made Su Yao very suspicious. After buying this painting, Mr. Jin would most likely be left with nothing.
However, there was no trace of distress on Mr. Jin's face, but an expression of ecstasy as he got what he wanted. The other buyers did not look relieved, but instead stared at Mr. Jin resentfully.
I don't know if the influence of that painting is still there. As the person who accompanied Uncle Zhang and Mr. Jin, Su Yao not only was not happy for Mr. Jin, but also felt a hint of jealousy in his heart.
Such a beauty is really ruined when she meets a man with a fat head, big ears, and short stature like Mr. Jin.
After the host standing on the stage briefly summarized the auction, he pressed the button to lower the glass tube on the collection table from the lifting platform. The lying beauty slowly disappeared from everyone's greedy sight, and everyone present couldn't help but let out a sigh of regret. His heart seemed to be gripped by something, and a bitter feeling of powerlessness emerged.
Only Mr. Jin’s face was still filled with excitement. He has already bought this painting, so he might as well leave it for the time being, lest others worry about his things.
The last piece of the collection was sold, and the auction ended. The buyers, their assistants, and bodyguards formed a torrent and rushed towards the door.
Su Yao and Uncle Zhang came with Mr. Jin, so after the auction, they were waiting outside the backstage door of the auction house for Mr. Jin to come out after paying for the painting.
Uncle Zhang standing aside was very silent, with a worried look on his face, as if he was thinking about something. Su Yao could understand him. After all, Uncle Zhang said that he and Jin were always good friends. If the pair that Mr. Jin bought now is very likely to be defective, Uncle Zhang can't rest assured.
Su Yao thought for a while and made a suggestion: "If Uncle Zhang is really worried, why not ask the Celestial Master to help suppress the people in that painting?"
He had already seen with his own eyes that Mr. Jin refused to listen to advice. Since it is impossible to make the other party give up that painting, it might be easier to start with that painting directly and convince Mr. Jin to make some adjustments to the beauty painting.
Uncle Zhang was thoughtful after listening.
While the two were talking, Mr. Jin came out. He had a bodyguard with him, but he did not order the other party around. Instead, he carried the safe with his own hands. He happily got into the car with Uncle Zhang and Su Yao, and held the safe tightly in his arms.
After the car started, Uncle Zhang thought about it for a while and said tentatively: "Old Jin, the beauty picture you bought this time is good, but do you want Su Xiaoyou to show you how to look at each other, and what to do?"
Su Yae didn't expect that Uncle Zhang would call him. He looked over in surprise and saw Uncle Zhang winking at him with a serious expression. Su Yao could only nodded.
Although he has never really been a heavenly master, he has helped others deal with this kind of thing. But when he was in the village, he learned all the theoretical knowledge from his grandfather.
Simply helping to suppress it should be fine.
Mr. Jin immediately objected fiercely: "What's there to see? Didn't you all see it just now?! Let me tell you, Lao Zhang, although everyone has a love for beauty, I spent a lot of money to buy this. Yes, no one can get involved!"
Uncle Zhang had long expected his reaction, and quickly put on a kind smile and patiently persuaded: "Don't get excited, don't get excited yet! We didn't say there was anything wrong with this beauty picture, we don't care about you. You see, it’s not like you didn’t know about the wealthy businessman from Yongdi before. Although his death may have nothing to do with this painting, it’s better to nip it in the bud.”
After he said this, he continued: "Of course you have to enjoy the good things you bought at such a high price. But the prerequisite is that you have to be safe and have a life to enjoy. Su Xiaoyou is just showing it to you and giving you a lesson. First layer of security. If you are worried, let the bodyguards block the door and window. Even if you can’t trust me, with the physiques of me and Su Xiaoyou, how can we escape?"
The picture of beauty was locked in the safe and could not be seen for the time being. Mr. Jin's heated brain cooled down a little. He thought about it and felt that it was indeed the truth. If you have money to spend, you must have life to enjoy it. So he reluctantly nodded in agreement, but did not forget to warn: "Don't use any crooked ideas!"
Uncle Zhang and Su Yao both said yes.
The two of them took Mr. Jin's car and entered Mr. Jin's villa. The villa is very large, and the decoration is full of nouveau riche-style golden aesthetics, which looks quite eye-catching.
Mr. Jin asked one of the bodyguards who followed him to guard the window of his room downstairs, another followed them upstairs to guard the door, and another stood in the room. He was not allowed to look at the paintings and could only keep an eye on Su Yao and Uncle Zhang and two others.
Zhang Jianjun felt a little unspeakably uncomfortable when he saw his friend of many years being so defensive about him. But recalling the painting, he felt that Lao Jin's current behavior was excusable. If he failed to persuade the other party not to buy the painting, he would have to think about the safety of his old friend.
Su Yao turned the bracelet on his hand and touched the jade pendant in his collar. This is what his grandfather left him to keep his mind clear. But through the auction just now, Su Yae found that these were not enough. He took out a thin Qingxin Talisman from the breast pocket of his suit and stuck it on his chest to ensure his sanity to the maximum extent. .
Because Uncle Zhang made a hasty decision, Su Yao took nothing with him except these personal belongings. Mr. Jin asked people to take out the yellow paper, cinnabar and brushes in the room, as well as various utensils that might be used.
Su Yao briefly analyzed the current situation, held a brush on the spot, dipped it in cinnabar, and wrote several spells.
After everything was prepared, Mr. Jin hung the scroll on the wall with trembling hands, and then slowly unfolded it.
The scene on the screen was still familiar to them, with the beauty lying under the peach blossom tree, her expression and appearance lifelike. Under the dim light, Su Yao could even faintly see the corners of the painting's mouth showing a bit of a playful smile.
That feeling of crazy adrenaline secretion, heart pounding, and blood rushing to my head came back. Fortunately, with the help of the hot jade pendant on his chest, the shining bracelet, and the blessing of the Qingxin Mantra, Su Yao managed to maintain a clear head this time.
He raised his hand and cast a talisman, and the yellow talisman painted with cinnabar flew away and disappeared into the painting. In an instant, the three people present saw an iron chain appear in the painting. One end of this iron chain was tied to the peach tree, and the other end was tied to the beauty's ankle.
Only then did Su Yao notice that the person in the painting was not wearing shoes, and had a pair of bare feet that were dazzlingly white. But even these feet are so beautiful, with round toes, graceful arches, and lonely ankles. Against the backdrop of the wide and heavy black chains, they have a unique and taboo charm.
After the rope was tied up, the entire picture remained unchanged. It's just that this peach tree seems to be more brilliant. If Su Yao saw it correctly, he also felt that the corners of the mouth of the person in the painting seemed to be drooping a little.
He seemed very aggrieved.
The next spell in Su Yae's hand couldn't be thrown out at once.
Obviously there seems to be no change in this painting, but the drooping of the corners of the mouth seems to be his own illusion. But Su Yao just couldn't do it.
He always felt that this beauty was very innocent, but she seemed to be bullying others.
Mr. Jin on the side quickly stood up to stop him: "That's enough! You all locked him up! Stop torturing him!"
The owner of the scroll personally drove the people away, and Uncle Zhang and Su Yao couldn't do anything else. In addition, the mentality of both of them had undergone subtle changes at the moment, and it was not suitable to stay any longer, so they had to retreat first.
…
In the scroll.
Since the last time a mist filled the peach blossoms of this peach tree, the mist has become thicker and lighter, but it has never dissipated.
Mu Cai originally thought this was the legendary Yang Qi, but now it seemed that he was not sure, so he could only keep observing the tree from the side.
Because there is no day or night in the painting, Mu Cai does not know how much time has passed. Anyway, one day, this peach tree suddenly bore a small, red, and plump peach.
As soon as the peach was ripe, it immediately twisted its little butt and left the peach tree, running towards his arms.
Mu Cai was leaning against the peach tree in a daze, but he was suddenly knocked back to his senses by this little peach.
He held this beautiful little peach and raised his head in confusion. There are only three scenes in this painting: peach trees, lake and pavilion. Going outside, it's just like an online game that doesn't have a good scene. No beautiful scenery can be drawn on the map, it's all blank.
Mu Cai is very bored in the painting and has nothing to do. He can only lie under the peach tree and sleep in a daze every day. But he didn't expect that the peach tree actually gave him a little surprise, smashing down such a small peach.
As if seeing Mu Cai looking at him, the peach tree moved automatically in the absence of wind, shaking the peach blossoms all over the tree.
It was obvious that the tree had no expression at all, but Mu Cai felt that the peach tree seemed very happy when he saw this action.
Mu Cai's heart moved and he asked tentatively: "Is this peach just for me?"
The peach tree in front of me swayed again.
It seems so.
Mu Cai touched the peach in his hand, which was smooth and round. Hold it up and put it to your nose. It is very fragrant and smells a little sweet.
He couldn't help but praise: "What a good peach! Thank you!"
The peach tree in front of him was swaying in excitement, and the peach blossoms falling from the tree rustled down, brushing against Mu Cai's cheeks and spreading all over the ground.
Mu Cai took a bite of a peach in front of the peach tree. Juicy and delicious. As soon as a happy look appeared on his face, he felt a warm current flowing through his body.
This peach seems to be of great benefit to his current ghost body.
Mu Cai realized something was wrong and immediately stopped the little peach tree from producing peaches.
But maybe it was his expression that gave away before, Xiao Taoshu didn't listen to him. And from then on, the peach tree would bear a peach every once in a while and hit him hard.
Mu Cai had no choice but to collect all the peaches instead of eating them. The peach tree in this painting must have just developed intelligence. The other person seemed to like him very much, so he worked hard to produce peaches for him to eat. But at the same time, Little Peach Tree may have done some not-so-good things unintentionally.
It's best to keep these peaches, they might help the little peach tree escape disaster in the future.
Mu Cai was thinking this while arranging his plump and red little peaches. Without paying attention, his ankles were locked by a chain flying from the sky.
…
After coming out of Lao Jin's house that day, Zhang Jianjun never felt quite right.
When he left that day, Lao Jin, who usually always gave him gifts, didn't care at all about his departure and was still looking at the pictures of beauties in detail in the room. Lao Jin's wife divorced him, his son and daughter are studying abroad, and there is no one at home to take care of him except a nanny.
Zhang Jianjun couldn't bear to see his long-time friend have an accident, so he would find time to visit his friend's home every now and then. But as he expected, after getting the painting, Lao Jin, apart from asking him to find reasons to persuade him at first, never wanted to see the Celestial Master again.
Su Yao was not confident about his own skills and often asked Uncle Zhang about the situation of Mr. Jin. And every time, Uncle Zhang's answer was a wry smile.
Su Yao was at Uncle Zhang's house that day when he suddenly received a call from the other party: "Yao Yao, come here quickly, something may have happened to your Uncle Jin!"
Without saying a word, Su Yao took the charms and magical instruments and went out to the home of Mr. Jin in his memory.
When he arrived at Mr. Jin's villa, the door was unlocked. The first floor was empty, but Mr. Jin's heart-rending shouts could be heard from the second floor.
Su Yao quickly went upstairs and found Mr. Jin's room. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Uncle Zhang holding down Mr. Jin. And Mr. Jin, who was originally fat and big-eared, is now as skinny as a stick and is screaming in one direction.
Su Yao turned around and saw a tall man with long legs standing sideways in front of the painting. He closed his eyes tightly, but he seemed to be able to see everything. He was holding a long sword in one hand, and the other hand reached directly into the painting.
The man moved very quickly and pulled a screaming doll out of the painting.
This doll was chubby, pink all over, with fleshy arms and legs, and two leaves on its head. It wore a pink bellyband. It opened its mouth and bit the man's hand, almost drawing blood in one bite.
The expression on the man's face remained unchanged, his jaw tightened, he raised his sword, and when he was about to chop it down in public, a hand stopped him.
This hand was extremely white, with slender fingers, gently resting on the man's hand holding the sword. Then, the ring jingled, and a red dress appeared in everyone's sight.
The feet with graceful arches dragged the black chains to the ground, and the beauty in the painting walked down. The cold and soft body leaned into the man's arms, and the arms like frost and snow hooked the other man's neck. The voice he spoke was empty and sweet, with a bit of indescribable charm:
"I hope the young master will retain someone under his command."
The author has something to say: A certain Heavenly Master whose name is still unknown: Hehehehe, my wife took the initiative to lean into my arms (?﹃?)
Sorry to all you little angels, last night I locked my phone and tried to code, but the software that locked my phone suddenly failed_(:зゝ∠)_. Lulu was so excited when he learned that the team he had been fans of for three years won the championship, and then he couldn't get into orz at all.
This team has experienced glory and troughs, and finally won the championship. I am really moved. Because Lulu has been in a big trough since last year, but fortunately, Lulu is slowly coming out of it now. Just like the player I am a fan of, he suffered a lot of criticism, but finally got what he wanted, but luckily he didn't give up.
Lulu here wishes all the little angels that no matter what your current status is, you must never give up hope, and you will get what you want in the end! In order to compensate for the little angel’s waiting, let’s draw thirty small red envelopes today! The little angel who leaves a message within 24 hours will sprout for you!