Fang Tianhao was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Old Yan blankly.
Are we not talking about painting?
How did it have anything to do with the sword art?
To know¡¡
In Nanhuang City, the highest level of martial arts is the third-rank advanced, which is only possessed by the City Lord's Mansion and the four major families. Martial skills of this level cost tens of millions of taels of silver, and for any family, they are the treasure of the town.
Yan Lao sneered, raised the scroll in his hand, and said: "The sword formula I mentioned is in this painting. It was Young Master Xiao who discovered the secret in this painting, but he gave such a precious treasure to me. You treat it as a birthday gift. And what about you? Treat it like garbage? A frog in a well has no eyes!"
Buzz!
Fang Tianhao was shaken all over, and his face turned pale with a bang.
This scroll actually contains a third-grade high-level sword art?
This should belong to him!
In the end, he rejected it?
Treat it as garbage and throw it back?
"This this¡¡"
Fang Tianhao shook his head violently, still unable to believe it was true, "Impossible, how can a painting hide the sword art? It must be you who lied to me with deliberately fabricated lies in order to elevate Xiao Yi, right?"
Yan Lao shook his head and sneered, "Fang Tianhao, what are you? Did you ask me, Yan Mingli, to fabricate lies to lie to you?"
"So it's true? This painting actually contains a third-grade advanced sword art? Doesn't that mean that this painting is worth millions of taels of silver?"
Fang Tianhao finally accepted the reality.
Previously, it was like rubbish in his eyes, and it was a picture scroll used by Xiao Yi to humiliate him, but at this moment, it seemed to be blooming with infinite fairy light, and it was a rare treasure.
"I haven't been able to break through to the Golden Core Realm because my family's family treasure is the way of the sword. If I can practice this sword technique, I will hopefully step into the Golden Core Realm!"
Fang Tianhao thought in his heart, "But I am the head of the family after all, and I have already returned this painting, but I can't ask for it directly. However, I believe that as long as I hint a little, Xiao Yi will definitely give it to me again "
Think about it once.
Fang Tianhao coughed lightly, pretending to be calm, looked at Xiao Yi with a smile, and said, "Xiao Yi, I am very happy that you are willing to dedicate this treasure to me"
Xiao Yi glanced coldly, how could he not understand Fang Tianhao's thoughts, and said lightly: "It's none of my business whether you're happy or not?!"
Well¡¡
Fang Tianhao's face froze.
Nima!
Lao Tzu's hints are so obvious, don't you understand?
Fang Tianhao was annoyed in his heart, but seeing that Xiao Yi had no intention of presenting the scroll, he could only bite the bullet and say: "Xiao Yi, since this "Fu Hu Sword Picture" is a birthday gift you prepared for me, your filial piety , I can't refuse"
Xiao Yi said: "This painting was originally given for Qingzhu, but now it is unnecessary."
Fang Tianhao had a gloomy face, spread his palms, and said in a commanding tone: "Xiao Yi, I order you to give me the painting!"
In his opinion, he had lost face, so Xiao Yi must not dare to refuse again.
Sure enough.
Xiao Yi took "The Picture of Crouching Tiger Sword" from Yan Lao, and turned to Fang Tianhao. Fang Tianhao felt relieved for a while, and thought triumphantly: I don't believe that you, a little son-in-law, can't be cured. In the end, don't you want to obediently give me the painting?
However¡¡
However, Xiao Yi passed by him, and a faint voice came into his ears: "You are not worthy of this sword art."
"What do you mean?"
Fang Tianhao's face froze, as if he was enjoying delicious food, but he just opened his mouth and swallowed two flies.
Xiao Yi walked straight up to Zhao Yu: "Do you want to learn the sword formula above?"
Zhao Yu looked confused: "Huh?"
Xiao Yi frowned and said, "Don't want to learn?"
"I¡¡"
Zhao Yuyu nodded hurriedly, and said decisively, "Yes, of course!"
With a wave of his hand, Xiao Yi threw out the scroll: "This painting belongs to you."
As if struck by lightning, Zhao Yu took the scroll with ecstasy, held it in his arms like a treasure, stepped back three steps, folded his hands in front of him, and bowed respectfully to Xiao Yi: "Zhao Yu thank you, Young Master Xiao, for the gift of the painting." , in the future, if Young Master Xiao has orders, just ask, my Zhao family will do my best!""You deserve it!" Xiao Yi waved his hand.
Earlier, when Zhang Yong concluded that "The Picture of Crouching Tiger Sword" was a fake, only Zhao Yu spoke up and reminded Zhang Yong to carefully identify it. "Picture", if it is not for Qing Zhu to prepare the birthday gift, it is just a blank sheet of paper for him.
After finishing speaking, he smiled and looked at Yan Lao, "Yan Lao, I haven't got dinner yet, are you interested in having a few drinks with me?"
"Young Master Xiao, please ask for it!"
Yan Lao laughed loudly, "I know there is a restaurant whose dishes and drinks are very good!"
Xiao Yi walked up to Fang Qingzhu, took her little hand, and said with a smile: "Qingzhu, Mr. Yan treats you, shall I take you to a big meal?"
Fang Qingzhu was taken aback.
He stared at Xiao Yi with pitch-black eyes, met each other, and nodded slightly: "Yeah!"
A group of three people walked away.
Along the way.
No one dares to stop.
Zhao Yu cupped his hands towards Fang Tianhao: "Patriarch Fang, Mr. Zhao suddenly remembered something at home, so let's say goodbye first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Fang Tianhao to open his mouth, Zhao Yu walked away with "The Picture of Crouching Tiger Sword".
At this time, the birthday banquet is not over yet, Zhao Yu leaving first is tantamount to slapping the Fang family in the face in public, not to mention holding the "Fu Hu Jian Tu" that should have been the Fang family, which made the Fang family and his party look very angry Extremely ugly.
Chen Yong and Zhang Yong looked at each other, they both saw each other's mind clearly, and stepped forward together.
The veins on Fang Tianhao's forehead twitched slightly, he grasped the handrail tightly with both hands, and gritted his teeth: "The two of you must have something to do with your family, right?"
Zhang Yong sneered: "The soup is cooking at home, so I have to go back and watch the fire first, so farewell!"
"Old Patriarch Fang"
Chen Yong's temperament is relatively straightforward, and he couldn't think of an excuse for a while, so he said directly, "My stomach hurts, let's go first!"
"You, you"
Fang Tianhao was so angry that he felt his world spinning for a while.
Everyone looked at Fang Tianhao and their eyes were full of gloating and pity.
The Fang family suffered a heavy loss today!
All the members of the Fang family were gloomy.
"The Fang family is really pitiful. It's such a good third-grade high-level sword art, it's so cheap for the Zhao family!"
"What's so pitiful about this? Think about what they did to Xiao Yi and Fang Qingzhu before? This is called evil comes with evil. Look at Patriarch Zhao Yu, he got such a chance just because of one sentence!"
"When you go back, you must educate the disciples in the clan well, and you must not learn from the Fang family!"
Listening to those whispers, Fang Tianhao's old face became paler. Looking at Zhao Yu in the park, his body was trembling, his heart was bleeding, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and lay straight on the ground.
The bright red blood, the people of the Fang family who are in a mess, are in stark contrast to the huge birthday character behind the seat (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com