Chapter 8687 Are You Provoking Me?

Wang Yan almost regretted the situation, and smashed her head on the table forcefully.

"What should I do, help me."

Lin Xiang laughed out loud.

As long as Wang Yan is willing to cooperate with this matter, she feels that she still has some solutions.

Casually relieved.

"Don't worry, this girl has some methods, but you have to pay a price."

Wang Yan sat up straight and looked at Lin Xiang expectantly.

"Teach me quickly, you know I don't care about the price."

Lin Xiang pouted.

"What are you talking about, I seem to be the kind of person who wants you to sacrifice everything?"

"Stop talking nonsense, drink up the wine quickly, and then we'll go out for a walk."

"Let me tell you this, Keqing attaches great importance to etiquette. As long as you have proper etiquette, you will pass the test."

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Lin Xiang and Wang Yan conspired in the wine shop to please Feng Tianxing, but they didn't know that Feng Tianxing didn't think about the two of them at all at the moment, seeing that there was basically no one outside the past life hall, and looking at the sky outside, It's getting late.

"It seems that the future business will not be so hot."

Thinking of this, Feng Tianxing called his servants to watch in the Hall of Rebirth, then got up and left.

To be honest, after this day, Feng Tianxing can see that the strength and talent of the people are not very good.

To be precise, it is impossible to take on the heavy responsibility of the human race.

If the requirements are slightly lowered, the number of suitable personnel will increase rapidly.

Come to the street and take advantage of the breeze and walk straight into the city.

The strong smoke and fire rushed towards the face, and Feng Tianxing's deep fatigue was gradually washed away.

"Xiao Er, try a bowl of noodles."

Speaking of which, since practicing cultivation, I haven't done the extremely inefficient chores of eating, and I'm in a good mood now.

After eating with warm noodles, Feng Tianxing still has more to say.

"Xiaoer collects the meal money, and I'll ask you one more thing. Is there any interesting place around here? If it's convenient, point out the door, and if it's not convenient, just tell me the name."

At a glance, Xiao Er saw Feng Tianxing's knives and coins on the table, the price of two servings of noodles, obviously, the extra serving was a reward for him.

Immediately, Xiao Er said with a warm face.

"Guest officer, walk straight along the street, about three miles away, there is a big and lively place, just go in."

Feng Tianxing thanked him, and followed the flow of people all the way to the biggest pavilion.

"Listening to the Wind and Cloud Pavilion, what a long name."

Feng Tianxing raised his head and took a look. It is said that the Fengchuangyun Pavilion occupies a large area, and it falls firmly on the ground, supporting a very tall building.

Step straight into it.

A servant stepped forward and asked.

"Guest officer, how many people are there? Are you listening to music or drinking? We also have painting appreciation and so on. As long as you can say something, we will be satisfied."

Feng Tianxing smiled lightly.

"What's the matter with appreciating paintings?"

The servant leads the way directly.

"It's useless for me to say anything, I'll show you to see it."

After some twists and turns, Feng Tianxing finally came to the deepest pavilion.

This place is a huge pavilion, and when you look up, you can see a bright moon in the sky.

There are paintings one after another, each with a different style.

The servant reminded.

"Guest officer, take your time here to appreciate it. If you have anything to do, you can call us. Remember not to touch these paintings, some people are very concerned."

Feng Tianxing nodded, and immediately entered it.

On the left side of the hand is a huge and vigorous ancient pine, with huge branches stretching out, as if inviting guests to come.

On the right hand side, there is an extremely long painting, spreading all the way to the deepest part.

What is painted on the painting is the noisy world.

Feng Tianxing took a curious look, and then his eyes fell on the ancient pine.

The power of this ink is very good, vigorous and powerful, and the overall picture has a bit of bold and unrestrained beauty, but when you look closely, the ancient pine branches are fully visible, and they are extremely meticulous.

Feng Tianxing looked at the painting carefully, and suddenly a human voice came.

"The one who stopped in front of this painting must be an expert. What's your opinion on this painting?"

Feng Tianxing glanced back, he was a middle-aged man with thick dark circles, as if he hadn't slept peacefully for a long time.

He grinned, and his anger turned into embarrassment in an instant.

Feng Tianxing was thinking about how to speak, but another voice came.

"What's so good about this ancient pine, the erotic picture of Mr. Jing inside is a must."

"If you really want to learn skills, you have to look at Mr. Jing, who can be stable and show off, and master hundreds of skills."

After being flattered by everyone, finally, a person came out from the crowd, dressed like a dog, but the temperament revealed in his eyes was a bit wretched.

"Who are you."

Feng Tianxing originally wanted to say a few words to the previous people, but was interrupted like this, and he already felt a little bit dissatisfied in his heart.

His tone was also somewhat questioning.

The other party obviously didn't expect Fengtian Xinghui to have such an attitude, and the dog leg on the side spoke directly.

"This is the famous Mr. Jing, why don't you come here to worship the master?"

Feng Tianxing chuckled and shook his head again and again.

The mouthpieces hired by others for him are at least said when he is not present, which is good for him, but they are said in front of him.

Even if he really has a bit of real talent and learning, after such a self-inflicted flattery, it will change his taste.

It also became Wang Po selling melons and boasting.

Feng Tianxing sighed, and then continued.

"What about your paintings? Everything depends on the paintings first."

Mr. Jing sneered, and opened the folding fan with a snap.

At this moment, the people on the side also pointed out.

"Open your eyes and take a good look. The long painting on the right is one of Mr. Jing's masterpieces. With such a long painting, you may never see another one in your life."

Feng Tianxing raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head to glance at the rather long painting, glanced over, and then shook his head.

"I thought it was a rare genius, but it turned out to be just a poor imitator. I don't want to know other things. Tell me who painted this ancient pine."

Mr. Jing's face tightened suddenly, and he aimed at Feng Tianxing with a bit of viciousness.

"Why, do you think this long painting of mine is no match for this one?"

Feng Tianxing spread his hands.

"At least as far as my taste is concerned, it is true."

Mr. Jing's heart was filled with anger, and he instantly and keenly realized that this was his chance.

Others are afraid of arguing on things that they are not good at, but this person in front of him is fine, he just opened his mouth and invited him to fight in the place that Mr. Jing is most proud of.

What a way to ignore him.

Laughing back in anger, he beckoned his subordinates to move over the table, and then he spoke.

"Then let's compare the paintings. If you win, I will tear up and eat this long painting on the spot. If you lose, kneel down and kowtow to me, three!"