Immortal Pilgrimage Chapter 13

When the middle-aged scholar lifted his head and looked at Su Yu, there was only worship in his eyes.

"The young really deserve to be treated with respect! The young really deserve to be treated with respect! Youngster, if I didn't see it for myself, even if I were dead, I would not believe that this calligraphy painting was done by you, a 16 to 17 year old youngster. Such sophisticated writing style, such amazing painting skill, such distant artistic concept, such touching poem. I can guarantee that in this great Xia Dynasty, you won't even find one that comes second to this piece of calligraphy painting!" The middle-aged scholar's gaze at Su Yu, was similar to him looking at a master.

The middle-aged scholar took a deep breath, then used his hands to forcefully pat away the dust on his body before wiping his hands on his clothes.

Afterward, he used both his trembling hands to raise the calligraphy and painting drawn by Su Yu. As he was raising it, his expression was solemn, as if it wasn't a piece of calligraphy painting in his hand but something that's divine and should not be blasphemed.

Seeing the middle-aged scholar's behavior, Su Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Of course, from another perspective, he was also rather happy. His happiness was because his calligraphy painting. Even though it was in another world, likewise it had received enough attention and admiration.

With a solemn expression, the middle-aged scholar hung the piece of art extremely seriously.

Following that, he solemnly sat beside the piece of calligraphy painting like he was guarding the piece of art.

Everything was within Su Yu's expectation.

When the piece of art was hung, it attracted many onlookers instantly.

All of them lamented that on this street, there would actually appear such an artistic calligraphy painting. For a period of time, they went to inquire the middle-aged scholar who was its creator.

Hearing that, the middle-aged scholar immediately bowed to Su Yu, indicating his respect for him. Afterward, he pointed at Su Yu in front of the onlookers and said, "This calligraphy painting was done by this young master."

"How can that be! Boss, are you joking? A youngster was able to create such an artistic wash painting and was also able to write such charming and rhythmic poem?"

"Right, right, right! Do you think we are fools? Just tell us the truth. Where did this calligraphy painting come from?"

"Exactly!"

All the onlookers did not believe.

The middle-aged scholar glanced at Su Yu, only to see that at this moment, Su Yu seemed unconcerned. The corners of his lips even rose, and it contained a trace of laughter. He could not help but give a bitter smile, "This calligraphy painting wasreally created by this young man's hand. If I, Mu Rong Ye, spoke empty words, I'll be struck by thunder on the spot and am also willing to suffer under the King of h.e.l.l!"

"This……"

Hearing that, everyone was momentarily speechless.

Following that, when they looked towards Su Yu, their eyes now contained an additional kind of meaning.

Is it possible that this calligraphy painting was really created by this young man's own hand? The onlookers couldn't help but think this in their heart.

Su Yu saw that there were some who began to believe, but most of them were still skeptical. He could not help but smile. It didn't matter if they believed or not as he didn't even beg for them to believe. But at any rate, it was fine as long as they were willing to spend their money to buy it.

"Alright, everyone. There's no need to be skeptical about whether the calligraphy painting was created by my own hands, as it's meaningless. I will now ask all of you a question. This calligraphy painting, is there anyone willing to buy it?" Su Yu directly asked.

"This is certainly an exceptionally good calligraphy painting. What's more, in this great Xia Dynasty, I'm afraid that good calligraphy paintings are hard to find. Today, it's fortunate that it met me. I say, whatever it takes, I will buy it!" someone answered on the spot.

"Exactly, not talking about others, this high-quality calligraphy painting, from my ten years of experience of collecting calligraphy painting, I believe that only those calligraphy painting created by the great scholars from the great Xia Dynasty would be comparable to this calligraphy painting. Collecting this kind of calligraphy painting has an extremely high value. No, today, I must buy it!" On the next second, another person instantly stood forward.

In a short while, many expressed their willingness to buy that calligraphy painting.

"I give a hundred and two taels of silver!"

"I give a hundred and fifty taels!"

"d.a.m.n, fifty taels and fifty taels, what's the meaning of this? I give two hundred and ten taels!"

"Tch, it's just an increase of ten taels! What's there to talk about? Regarding how much this calligraphy painting is worth, shouldn't everyone have a figure in their hearts? I have said enough, three hundred taels, it's mine!"

Seeing that everyone was competing in the bid, the price became very high. At this moment, Mu Rong Ye felt his blood circulating in reverse!

One should know that one tael of silver was already worth his family's one whole year of expenses. Today, the calligraphy painting he was selling should, at the very least, be worth a copper per calligraphy painting, but n.o.body was willing to buy them.

But now, the youngster before him randomly drew, and his finished calligraphy painting was able to gain many buyers offering very high prices.

This is the difference!

However, just when many people's faces were already flushed red as they fight to buy Su Yu's calligraphy painting, a rather cold voice suddenly rang out.

"One thousand taels, I want it!"

After the voice rang out, everyone, including Su Yu, turned toward the direction of that voice.

The person that had called out one thousand taels was a young girl of 17 or 18 years.

The young girl looked beautiful. At the very least, from Su Yu's perspective, other than his little Ye Zi, he had never seen anyone that was as beautiful as the girl before him. The young girl was currently wearing a light blue cheongsam. Her fine jet-black hair fell to her waist, causing the young girl to look extremely elegant and refined beyond compare.

"It's Qing Yang City city lord's outstanding daughter, Leng Xianxian!"

"Why is she here? When she was at the age of 10, wasn't she tested to have an innate gift in cultivation, and from then on, she was accepted as a core disciple of our Northern Yang's number one cultivation sect, Heavenly Sect? Only during every end of the year would she return. Why did she suddenly appear here today?"

"The sect must have given her a mission, so she came back to visit her father on the way."

All of a sudden, there was only respect on everyone's face as they synchronized together to make a path for Leng Xianxian.

Wearing a clam expression, Leng Xianxian slowly headed towards the middle-aged scholar's stall. She first looked at the hung calligraphy painting, and then cast a glance at the middle-aged scholar before finally resting her gaze at Su Yu.

"This calligraphy painting for one thousand taels of silver, I want it. Can I?" Leng Xianxian faced Su Yu and asked.

Su Yu smiled while nodding his head. He then said, "It's known that since ancient times, only the highest bidder wins. This lady, you have offered the highest bid, so I believe I don't have any reason to be unwilling to sell it to you."

Leng Xianxian nodded with satisfaction. She then pointed at the hung calligraphy painting and asked, "Was this drawn by you? Was this poem created by you?"

"Yes." Su Yu did not hide it.

"Snapping flower, regrets for the flower. Watching the blooming flowers while drinking wine. The start when the person left. Afraid to yearn, stop yearning. When yearning, but no words. The eyebrows leak a bit of expression." Leng Xianxian read the poem very carefully and the corners of her mouth rose.

"The poem is good, so……about the girl in the painting, is she your sweetheart?" Leng Xianxian asked.

"Yes." The corner of Su Yu's mouth slightly rose as he once again recalled that young girl, that young girl that only belonged to him.

Seeing the faint smile on Su Yu's face, Leng Xianxian looked at Su Yu once more.

"Why only draw the side of her face?"

"Because I don't want other people to clearly see her face."

"Why?"

"There's no why. I just don't want others to see her full face." Su Yu shrugged his shoulders.

What a joke. His girlfriend is in another world, so why should he let the people of this world admire her looks?

"Fine then."

Seeing that Su Yu was not willing to continue on with that topic, there was a transient disappointment in Leng Xianxian's eyes.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you to wrap this calligraphy painting. I want to bring it back with me," Leng Xianxian said.

Hearing that, Su Yu smiled then extended his hand out to Leng Xianxian.

"What do you want?" Seeing that Su Yu had extended his hand out, Leng Xianxian could not help but ask.

"Pay money! Pay me the money, and I'll give you the goods. Isn't this how trades are done since ancient times?" Su Yu rolled his eyes.

Hearing that, Leng Xian'er's cheek instantly blushed red. This time, she came back to Qing Yang City because she had received a mission, and since she had spent years learning in the ways of cultivation in the Heavenly Sect, how would she have those silvers that were widely used in the secular world.

"Let me take it back first. Later I'll get a servant to send over one thousand taels of silver, ok?" Leng Xianxian asked.

"No! It's still that same phrase: pay the money to get your the goods. Since you currently don't have the money, I can only find another buyer!" Su Yu rejected.

He urgently needed money as he wanted to have a meal now! However, he currently did not have the money. Hence, if he could get some money, he would go into an inn to have a hearty meal.

After Su Yu had spoken, the crowd looked at Su Yu with a strange expression.

They secretly thought that this fellow didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. This Leng Xianxian was Heavenly Sect's core disciple, and she was also the daughter of this city's lord. With this sort of ident.i.ty, it could even be said to be deserving of respect? However, Su Yu had so brazenly refused Leng Xianxian? Was he tired of living?

"You!"

Sure enough, seeing that Su Yu did not put the tab on her, Leng Xianxian was instantly angered till her little face flushed red.

She angrily said, "My father is this Qing Yang City's city lord. This huge Qing Yang City, everything is my dad's. I have already said that after I take away this calligraphy painting, I'll definitely have a servant send the money to you. You……are you still afraid that I, Leng Xianxian, would renege on the debt?"

"So, whose words weigh more?" Su Yu rolled his eyes, and he did not have the slightest intention of compromising.

"You! You p.i.s.s me off!"

Leng Xianxian's little face became even redder. She turned and shouted to the crowd, "This calligraphy painting, I want it. Those of you there, who still wants it?"

Hearing that, the crowd unconsciously lifted their head and looked at the sky.

"Yí~ I heard that a pretty good brothel opened at the south of the city. I have to pay it a visit."

"Ah? There's a newly opened brothel, why didn't I hear of it? Why did you not say so earlier? Want to go together?"

"Together together!"

"Āi, this, where is this place? Why did I appear here? Could it be that I have amnesia? Just now, what had happened?"

"Eh……that, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to lock the door when I went out. I need to hurry back to see if there's anything missing."

"Wa, my stomach suddenly feels painful. I cannot go on already, I need to find someplace to release it……"

In a matter of a breath, the crowd that originally intended to fight to buy Su Yu's calligraphy painting used all sorts of reasons to leave.

All of a sudden, there was only Leng Xianxian left in front of the middle-aged scholar's stall.

"How is it?" Leng Xianxian saw that the crowd had all left, and she immediately glanced at Su Yu in triumph.

Currently, the corner of Su Yu's mouth was fiercely twitching. Finally, he spoke two words, "Your win."