Changsheng: I can sell everything

On the boat, when Song Ciwan said "Thirty-two paintings", there was a long silence around her.

After a while, when a gust of wind blew over the water, a small fish suddenly jumped up in the water, causing a splash of water to fall on the board of the boat. The big white goose excitedly rushed to the edge of the boat, stretched out its neck, opened its mouth and said, He picked up the small fish in his mouth without mistake.

At this time, Song Ciwan heard two exclamations one after another.

"Ah?" It was Aunt Wen who asked in shock, "What did you say, little lady?"

"Ah!" It was Aunt Wen's daughter Xiaoni who screamed in surprise and then quickly covered her mouth.

Immediately afterwards, there were two surging masses of human desire.

[Human desire, the surprise, confusion, and confusion of mortals can be sold for five pounds and two taels. 】

With more than five kilograms of energy, Aunt Wen was excited and confused.

[Human desire, mortal surprise, joy, and encouragement can be sold in four pounds or three taels. 】

The one with a simpler mind is Xiaoni, who almost only has joy.

Song Ciwan deliberately frowned and said: "Auntie, isn't thirty taels a piece too cheap? In fact, it is... I am presumptuous, I should say three hundred taels is..."

In fact, Song Ciwan believed that these paintings were priceless if measured in gold and silver alone.

But given Aunt Wen's current situation, Song Ciwan should not ask too high a price for the painting.

If it is too high, it may harm her.

It is dangerous whether a poor person suddenly gets rich or a child tries to get rich.

Fortunately, they were on the boat at the moment, and there was no one else around. When making an offer to Aunt Wen, Song Ciwan had already used the wind control technique to block the surrounding wind noise.

This little magic trick about wind is somewhat similar to the sound propagation blocking technique.

Song Ciwan understood it naturally after his recent enlightenment sprouted, and he didn't need to learn any new spells.

Aunt Wen was almost speechless. She could only wave her hands repeatedly and stammered: "No, no, no need for three hundred taels! Thirty...little lady, thirty taels is fine, that's good."

As she spoke, her face burned up, and she sighed and said with shame: "What a shame, this painting, made of rags, is sold for thirty taels a piece, how embarrassing is it? It's only three taels a piece." I'm sorry……"

Song Ciwan shook his head and said: "Auntie, look at the water in front of you. There are hundreds of thousands of sails. From a distance, the water and sky are the same color. Isn't it beautiful?"

Aunt Wen was startled and said: "Beautiful, of course it is extremely beautiful."

Song Ciwan said: "Then may I ask, Auntie, what is the riverbed under the water like?"

Aunt Wen grew up by the water. She had seen the dry season in the waters near Huijiang City, and she immediately blurted out: "This river bed is either silt or a deep hole."

After saying this, she thought of something, but she was surprised and said: "Little lady, don't you want to go into the water to have a look? Oh, you can't do that. The dangers under the water are the most dangerous on our riverside." Even the most powerful water monkeys dare not say they can control it! This water is really not allowed to go down, never go down!"

Song Ciwan said: "Auntie, I misunderstood. I don't want to go into the water, but I want to ask Auntie to think about it. Although the bottom of the river is full of mud and deep holes, it does not detract from the beauty of the scenery on the water. Think about it, Auntie, but this reason ?”

Aunt Wen was startled and said, "Yes, that's really the case."

Song Ciwan said: "Nature is still like this, just like the gorgeous brocade, but the spring silkworms spinning silk have to go through all kinds of ugliness in the form of insects, just like the colorful spiders, but the more colorful the spiders, the more poisonous they are.

Every inch of soil in the mountains, rivers and land is not beautiful to look at, but the beauty, greenery, and colorful colors in the world all come from the soil.

Beauty has never been stipulated where it must come from. Why can't a spliced ​​canvas produce a first-class masterpiece? "

Her tone was just like ordinary chatting, not passionate at all, but when she heard this, Aunt Wen felt like there was a big bell ringing continuously in her mind.

No one had ever said anything like that to her, ever!

[Human desire, the joy, confusion, and excitement of mortals, can be sold for four pounds and nine taels. 】

Aunt Wen didn't know that when Song Ciwan was talking to her, she was also unconsciously using the art of teaching.

What she heard was not just ordinary encouragement, but a genius on the list of geniuses teaching her the Dharma!
  Her deeds touched Song Ciwan, who also looked out for her in the darkness and spread the seeds of evangelism for her.

This is also a matter of fate.

Song Ciwan said: "Tao and logic have never stipulated what kind of person must be in the world to have value. Auntie, talent has no direction.

Some people are born with good fortune, have all kinds of good conditions, can use the best rice paper, the best pen and ink, have servants at home, and have carriages and horses when traveling. It can be said that they have no worries and only need to concentrate on studying.

But can such a person be able to draw stunning paintings and write beautiful articles? "

Aunt Wen wanted to say: Of course! With such good conditions, how can it not be possible if the young lady is either a young lady from the landowner's family or a disciple of the immortal sect?
  But when her words came to her lips, she somehow couldn't refute them.

Just because at this moment, her heart was filled with emotions, and there was already an emotion brewing.

This caused her to have thousands of words to say, but she couldn't say a word.

She could only open her mouth slightly, put her hands on the oars, and stared at Song Ciwan blankly.

Song Ciwan said: "Auntie, you also know that no matter how good the conditions are, you may not be able to bear beautiful fruits. After all, there is never a shortage of dandies in the world who have accomplished nothing, and they will study for a lifetime and end up with nothing famous. There are countless scholars who cannot read.

Otherwise, where would such a down-and-out scholar come from in this world? Oh, there are too many poor, mediocre, and accomplished scholars... There are so many people learning calligraphy and painting, but only a few can stand out. Auntie, don’t you think so? "

Aunt Wen nodded repeatedly. Although she was speechless, her expression was so excited that she no longer needed words to express it.

Song Ciwan said: "Auntie, the wonders and beauty of the world are often in dangerous places, beyond the reach of others, beyond the reach of others, beyond the reach of others, beyond the reach of others, beyond the reach of others. And you actually have all of these."

Just because you have done it, it feels normal. You really don’t know how rare it is for you!
  But you just want to think about the people around you. Regardless of men, women, old or young, just talking about your neighbors in the same village, who can persist in loving one thing for decades? No matter how difficult and difficult the obstacles are, the oppression of the world, and the trials and tribulations of life, who can always maintain enthusiasm and study hard. , never waver?
  You question yourself and your paintings, but have you ever asked about the pen in your hand, the hand you hold, and the people you write? "

Aunt Wen just stayed where she was, the boat didn't rock, and her whole body was caught in an unspeakable turbulent current.

She was like a person who was in the deepest part of the waves. She had clearly ridden a wave and reached the top of the wave. She only needed to lean down, and she seemed to be able to rush through the high wave and go to a higher place. The vast distance.

But at the very front of the waves, there is clearly an invisible barrier.

This barrier was extremely thin, but Aunt Wen, who was standing on this side of the barrier, could not penetrate it no matter how anxious she was. Song Ciwan blessed her with the word "Tao", and took out eighteen small silver ingots and stuffed them into her hand.

Aunt Wen took it blankly, her eyes wide open and her lips trembling, but she was still speechless.

Song Ciwan smiled slightly and said: "This is one hundred and eighty taels of silver, thirty taels for each photo, and I will buy you six paintings. Auntie, is this okay?"

Aunt Wen trembled and said: "No, no..."

Her emotions reached a peak, surging at a certain critical point, so much so that even the slightest bit was not leaked, and for a while it was difficult for the scales of heaven and earth to collect.

On the other hand, Xiaoni next to her witnessed all this, her eyes widened, and the desire came rolling in: [Human desire, the excitement, joy, and fear of mortals, can be sold for three pounds or nine taels. 】

[Human desires, mortal joy, excitement, and worry, can be sold for two pounds or six taels. 】

[Human desires, mortal joy, excitement, and sorrow can be sold for a pound or nine taels. 】

……

Xiaoni is so young, besides joy, she also has fear and worry, which is also interesting.

Song Ciwan walked up to her, reached out and touched her little head, and said, "Xiao Ni, my sister bought six paintings of your mother. Can you bring all the paintings in the cabin to my sister?"

Six paintings, all made of rags, were hanging in the cabin.

Xiaoni jumped up and said excitedly: "Sister, I'll go get it right away. Just wait for me! I'll be ready soon!"

As soon as she bent back to the cabin, she immediately became busy like a hard-working little bee.

Soon, she collected all the six pictures of beauties hanging in the cabin and handed them to Song Ciwan.

While handing it over, she said crisply: "Sister, your painting!"

Song Ciwan took it with a smile, and after admiring it for a moment, he put it into his storage bag.

During the whole process, Aunt Wen was so emotional that she was speechless.

Song Ciwan put away the six single pictures of beauties, and took out a few pieces of linen and a bundle of dry firewood from the scale of heaven and earth——

These things were all obtained by selling various human scraps when Song Ciwan was in Suyang City.

In the beginning, not long after she got the Scales of Heaven and Earth, there were not many valuable things around her that could be sold. In order not to waste the number of sales that the Scales of Heaven and Earth refreshed every day, she sold a lot of random things. mundane items.

Rice dry food, charcoal rags, etc. are all normal. In order to test the specific function of the heaven and earth scale, Song Ciwan even sold broken stones on the street and the excrement of a big white goose!

Ahem... there's no need to say too much about goose droppings or something like that.

Song Ciwan took out the linen and dry firewood, raised his hand slightly, and one of the dry firewood was pulled out out of thin air. Then the top of the firewood burned until it was charred and the flame went out. Song Ciwan sent it away To Aunt Wen.

Aunt Wen took it blankly. Song Ciwan had previously given eighteen silver ingots in exchange for her six paintings. At that time, Aunt Wen was dumb. But the dullness at that time and the dullness at this time, emotionally speaking, In fact, it is completely different.

At this moment, Aunt Wen's confusion was more reflected in the surprising thought that "this little lady turns out to be a little fairy",
  She was stunned, and in her extreme surprise, she felt a sense of joy that "that's it".

Song Ciwan stuffed a branch into Aunt Wen's hand, then raised her hand, and a long and wide piece of linen unfolded on the boat out of thin air.

She said nothing, only made a gesture of invitation to Aunt Wen.

Aunt Wen swallowed, let go of the oar in her hand, and walked step by step to the unfolded linen horse.

She stretched out her rough palm and touched it. The linen cloth was floating out of thin air, but when Aunt Wen reached out and touched it, she only felt that the tentacles were very stable.

To the touch, this linen cloth seemed to be spread out on a flat tabletop, without any sense of emptiness floating out of thin air.

Holding the charcoal branch in her hand and touching the familiar texture of linen, Aunt Wen's chaotic emotions finally calmed down.

A kind of love that is deep in the bones, but at this moment, it breaks through all doubts, all complexities, and all timidities! Over mountains and ridges, across seas and waves, he rushed in front of her.

This is a whole piece of linen!

A whole piece was unfolded in front of her. There were no rags, no traces of oldness, no different shades, no stains... linen cloth that she could paint freely!
  Aunt Wen couldn't hold it back any longer. She raised the charcoal branch in her hand and began to sketch in large strokes.

Yes, it's a broad stroke.

The lines of her paintings seem to be delicate and precise, but at the beginning of painting, her brushwork is wild and wanton.

There is no framework, no rules.

Yes, no one told her how to draw.

So she let her imagination run wild and painted whatever she wanted.

Draw all the beautiful images in her dark world, from the wild and wild brushwork to the meticulously crafted shapes.

Gradually, an image of a beautiful woman with a graceful figure and a graceful figure appeared on the canvas.

This woman stood on the water waves, her clothes flying in the vast mist, and she walked on the waves. A large white goose with a plump body fluttered its wings and followed her with dignity. She was smiling and looking forward, as if it was about to fly out of the painting anytime and anywhere!
  What Aunt Wen painted this time was actually Song Ciwan and the big white goose!
  The Song Ciwan in the painting is not exactly similar to the real Song Ciwan. Of course, this refers to the disguised image of Song Ciwan at this moment.

But Song Ciwan's disguise this time was about [-]-[-]% similar to her true appearance. After Aunt Wenzi painted it, the person in the painting was [-]-[-]% similar to her true appearance.

The biggest difference from the real Song Ciwan is that the Song Ciwan in the painting is much kinder and kinder, with a sense of bright eyes and a fairy spirit, while the real Song Ciwan is actually a little more cold and cold. .

The person in the painting was walking vaguely in the water waves, his eyes moving as he looked around. The big white goose looked at him and immediately screamed "Quack" in shock.

Aunt Wen was shaking and sweating profusely when she finished painting the last stroke.

Suddenly, she removed the pen tip that was pointed at her eyeballs and murmured: "I have been obsessed with painting for more than forty years, but now I know what painting is, and it turns out to be this..."

After a moment, a spiritual light fell from the sky.