His Old Cheng family must have been blessed by the heavens to be able to meet an existence like Master Qin!
Cheng Xiangguo thanked him again.
Only then did he leave with the child.
After the two of them left, Qin Yue took out the Xuan paper that the other party had sent over. He suddenly became interested.
He opened the paper and a picture appeared in his mind.
Tiger!
White Tiger.
In the inheritance, countless array formations, talismans, and the figure of the white tiger were almost engraved in Qin Yue's mind.
Qin Yue understood.
In the next moment, Qin Yue's pen tip occupied the ink and started drawing quickly.
In the blink of an eye, a White Tiger with a drooping eye appeared on the paper.
Behind the tiger, clouds and mist lingered. The mountain peaks were stacked, but it seemed to be on the horizon.
Three hours passed.
Qin Yue had just finished drawing this painting of the White Tiger Descending the Mountain.
In an instant, black and white light shone out and the painting was completed.
"Roar!"
With the last stroke, Qin Yue seemed to hear a roar by his ear.
This tiger was filled with spirituality.
Combined with the power of talismans and array formations, the white tiger drawn by Qin Yue was no ordinary painting.
Then, Qin Yue went out.
After walking for less than 50 meters, he found a target and entered it.
Book Pavilion.
This was a place that sold calligraphy and paintings.
He was also in charge of framing.
However, this shop was obviously not familiar with Qin Yue. When they saw Qin Yue's attire, they were a little surprised.
"What do you want to buy?"
"Do you sell scrolls?"
"Yes, do you want a scroll or a frame? Do you want glass?”
"A scroll painting will do!"
Qin Yue said.
Then, he chose an antique scroll painting and paid for it.
Qin Yue brought the scroll back to his shop. He shook the Xuan paper, and the Xuan paper actually flew up in the air and stuck to the scroll hanging on the wall.
If it was to be framed, it would take two hours with a machine, and one or two weeks by hand.
Qin Yue flung it, but it directly stuck to him.
The white tiger retracted its claws and seemed to be lying down. It was lazy and charmingly naive, not ferocious at all.
Qin Yue also smiled when he saw it.
It was getting late and it seemed like there would be no more fated people today. Qin Yue simply closed the door of the shop and left.
At the same time.
The sky gradually darkened.
Inside the shop.
The painting of the White Tiger Descending the Mountain became more ferocious as the light changed.
The tiger's sharp claws moved forward, and its eyes were wide open, as if it could pounce on its prey at any moment in the dark night.
It was two in the morning.
A rustling sound could be heard.
A sneaky man was walking along the back alley.
He had already scouted the area for a few days and realized that although there were a few surveillance cameras in the back alley, there were not many. He could completely avoid them and enter this place.
Moreover, there was a backyard here, and the walls were not high. As long as there was no electricity, they could jump into the courtyard.
If the back door wasn't locked, or if the back door was the kind of lock that could be easily pried open.
This thief would make a killing.
Who didn't know that in this antique street, a single calligraphy painting could be worth a lot?
Soon, he chose a wall and quickly climbed up. There were even glass thorns on the wall, obviously to prevent thieves.
However, the thief, with gloves and a hammer, quickly smashed the glass and climbed up.
Unfortunately, the back door of the shop was a security door, and even the windows were welded with iron bars.
There were only some old things placed in the courtyard, such as tables and cabinets that were not used.
It was not worth much, and he could not move out.
However, how could the thief be willing to accept this? He continued to investigate.
An hour later, he had already entered four or five houses in a row. He even saw red surveillance cameras, scaring him into running away.
"The last one. If it doesn't work, then leave. Damn it, I didn't get anything.”
The thief was exhausted.
He fumbled around another wall.
"There's actually no protection?"
There were no glass thorns, and the fence was not raised.
The thief easily climbed over the wall.
What made him even more surprised was that the back door was still unlocked.
Good heavens, wasn't he rich now?
The thief opened the back door and entered the shop.
The white tiger on the wall also turned its gaze and locked onto the intruder.
"What is this? Is it a fortune-telling shop?"
"F * ck, are these broken talismans all lies?”
"Nothing."
The thief walked around the map and finally reached the White Tiger Map. He took out his flashlight and shone it.
When the light shone on the white tiger's eyes, its pupils suddenly constricted.
The thief thought he was seeing things, but before he could react, a furious roar sounded.
"Roar!"
His voice was fierce and intimidating.
The loud roar even brought with it a gust of wind.
Then, a black and white light jumped out of the painting.
A huge tiger head was stuck to the thief's face and even slapped the thief.
The thief only felt a huge force, causing him to scream and fly backward.
"Clang!"
The thief felt as if all the bones in his body had shattered.
However, at this moment, he could not care less about the pain as he crawled and rolled towards the backyard.
"Tiger, tiger!"
He screamed as he ran, almost using all his strength.
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