In the elegant and book-like study room, the deputy city lord knelt on the futon and looked at a scroll carefully.

"Although this painting is good, it still lacks a trace of charm."

"Is this the most famous work of Pingyang City? It really disappoints me."

The deputy city lord is in his forties. Because he has been in a high position for a long time, he has a momentum of being angry and powerful.

Although the deputy city lord was a little disappointed, he was also a person who loved painting. He knew that his requirements were too harsh, and the painting in front of him was already valuable.

Therefore, after careful observation for a while, the deputy city lord finally wrapped the scroll.

"Huh, why are you so noisy?"

The deputy city lord is a scholar who often likes quietness. At this time, he heard the vague yelling and scolding from outside, and his face darkened.

"Come!"

After the deputy city lord shouted, the door was pushed open and an old man walked in.

"Sir, do you have any instructions?"

After seeing the old man, the deputy city lord immediately said, "Uncle Fu, why is it so noisy outside?"

The old man said: "There is a young man named Yang Feng who sells paintings not far from his mansion and shouts a huge price for a thousand gold."

The deputy city lord was stunned when he heard this and said in disbelief: "What a painting is worth a thousand gold?"

The old man shook his head and said disdainfully: "I guess it must be that Yang Feng was talking wildly and wanted to cheat his property through this scroll."

The deputy city lord asked, "Why is Uncle Fu saying this?"

Uncle Fu replied: "Someone recognized Yang Feng's identity. He was just a dilapidated village and was poor for generations. Where could there be a picture of family treasures?"

"Besides, many onlookers asked Yang Feng to show the scroll to everyone, but he never did this. He must be guilty."

Uncle Fu hated those who cheated and cheated.

He wanted to ask someone to arrest Yang Feng, but Yang Feng was selling it on the street, and it was clear and the price was clear, so the things had not been sold yet.

At least until now, Yang Feng has not violated the laws of Pingyang City.

Therefore, even though Uncle Fu couldn't stand Yang Feng and had the right to send someone to take him down, considering the reputation of the deputy city lord, he did not act like this in the end.

After all, the city lord has always been incompatible with the deputy city lord. If he leaves a handle and gives it to the city lord, it will be very unfavorable to the deputy city lord.

The deputy city lord knew Uncle Fu's past, and when he saw him talking like this, he laughed a little, but he also felt a little curious about the picture scroll in Yang Feng's hand.

Unlike ordinary people, the deputy city lord does not think that Yang Feng wants to cheat money.

Otherwise, a painting will be openly sold for a thousand gold medals on the street, not only will it not be sold, but it will also be criticized by the public.

"I like calligraphy and paintings, so someone is selling them not far from the mansion, and shouting one, which is simply impossible to sell."

"If there is nothing wrong with it, how is it possible?"

As a scholar, the deputy city lord competed for power and profit with the city lord in Pingyang City for so many years, so he is naturally not an ordinary person.

After thinking for a little while, he knew that Yang Feng’s goal this time was probably himself.

"Whether this person wants to assassinate or have other plans, I should go and take a look so that I can take the initiative."

Having a scheming in his heart, the deputy city lord immediately said, "I am very interested in that painting. Uncle Fu will go out with me and see that Yang Feng."

Uncle Fu was shocked when he heard this and said in disbelief: "Sir, don't be deceived by that guy."

The deputy city lord said with a smile: "Don't Uncle Fu think that a young boy with a bad breast can deceive me?"

Uncle Fu was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, "That's true. Since you want to go out and have a look, I will follow you."

The two walked out of the deputy city lord's mansion together and headed straight towards Yang Feng's position.

The onlookers saw the two from the deputy city lord's mansion and hurriedly made a way. Some inexplicable people were also pulled aside by their companions.

The deputy city lord was wearing a blue shirt and had an extraordinary demeanor. Although Uncle Fu was older, his eyes were very sharp.

After entering the crowd, Uncle Fu followed closely next to the deputy city lord, his eyes constantly patrolling the crowd nearby.

"Hey, that man seems to be a warrior in the realm of refining essence and turning into qi."

Fu Bo's eyes kept patrolling. When he saw Huan Chang, his eyes shrank slightly and his body became tense.

"This person is so young!"

Looking at Huan Chang, who looked vibrant but had reached the realm of refining essence and turning qi, Uncle Fu couldn't help feeling a little shocked.

It seemed as if he felt Uncle Fu's movements. The deputy city lord followed Uncle Fu's gaze and saw Huan Chang standing beside him. He seemed to be able to feel a familiar aura from this person.

"This person has an elegant atmosphere around his body, so he must be a person who has read poetry and books."

The deputy city lord is a scholar who likes to dance and write, so he naturally feels like a scholar, so he can't help but nod his head slightly to Huan Chang.

Huan Chang kept quietly watching the deputy city lord. After seeing his actions, he smiled and nodded in return.

The deputy city lord slowly walked forward, and the noisy crowd slowly calmed down. Some people recognized the identity of the deputy city lord and did not dare to make loud noises anymore.

The deputy city lord did not pay attention to everyone's actions. He walked to a location not far from Yang Feng, and said with a smile: "I want to buy this calligraphy and painting. I wonder if I can let me watch it first."

Yang Feng also noticed the arrival of the deputy city lord and couldn't help but look at Huan Chang.

Huan Chang walked up without any rush, bowed to the deputy city lord, and then said a little apologetically: "To be honest, this painting is not a heirloom of my brother."

"But I believe he won't let the adults down, either."

After saying that, Huan Chang took the scroll from Yang Feng and slowly opened it in the void.

Uncle Fu kept watching Huan Chang's movements. When he saw him opening the scroll, his true energy slowly condensed.

If Huan Chang had any bad intentions, he would be greeted by Uncle Fu's thunder attack.

Except for the city lord, Fu Uncle Fu believes that no one can block his full blown attack in Pingyang City, and no one can harm the deputy city lord under his protection.

The scroll was slowly opened, and at this time the onlookers stretched their necks to see what was inside the scroll.

From beginning to end, the deputy city lord looked calm and gentle, staring at the painting with a smile.

However, when the scroll was completely unfolded, the deputy city lord and everyone present felt shocked.

"roar!"

A majestic tiger roared in everyone's hearts.

Even those people located on the back of the scroll seemed to see a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and then rushed towards them.

Many people couldn't help but scream, and then fell to the ground, scared to the point of sweating profusely.
Chapter completed!