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"The amount is correct. This painting is yours …"
The middle-aged man quickly counted the chips. It was indeed two million. There was even an extra ten thousand yuan. Since Liang Shao did not care, he pretended not to see it.
Basically, this transaction was over. They took two pieces of paper from the side and each wrote a simple transaction contract. After both parties signed it, the transaction was considered complete.
The middle-aged man did not want to stay here any longer. He immediately took the chips and went to the gambling table. It seemed like he wanted to win back his money quickly.
"I will return the money to you later …"
Qin Fang rolled up the painting and held it in his hand. He did not forget to say something to Liang Shao.
"You are too polite. It's just a small amount of money …"
Liang Shao waved his hand and said nonchalantly. Anyway, he was using the money that Qin Fang won for him to sell Qin Fang some face. Why not?
"That's another matter … Let's go over there and play!"
Qin Fang naturally knew what Liang Shao was thinking. However, he did not care. He pointed at the gambling table not far away and said. The two of them went over together.
After a few minutes, Qin Fang pushed a pile of chips in front of Liang Shao. It was about two million yuan. "I will return the money to you … I will remember this favor!"
Qin Fang did not like to owe others. Two million yuan was nothing to him. However, in the situation at that time, it was more appropriate to give the chips to the middle-aged man. Therefore, Qin Fang did not stop Liang Shao from doing so.
He definitely had to return the money. He did not lack that little bit of money. However, he would accept this favor. After interacting with Liang Shao, he felt that Liang Shao was a good person. He could be considered a friend. Naturally, he would not keep a distance from him.
"This is f * cking awesome …"
Liang Shao was feeling smug. He thought back to when he followed He Feifan. Although he was quite famous, compared to Qin Fang, He Feifan was nothing!
An ancient painting that was worth one million yuan was bought with two million yuan. As a result, Qin Fang didn't even need to pay for it. He just casually went to the gambling table and the money came out immediately.
It was equivalent to the casino paying for Qin Fang's antiques …
"Young Master Qin, is that painting really something good?"
Liang Shao didn't reject the pile of chips and accepted them all. Anyway, Qin Fang's words were enough. He also understood that Qin Fang wasn't short of money.
With Qin Fang's skills, two million was only a matter of a few minutes. Why would he care about this?
As for Qin Fang's intention to buy this painting, Young Master Liang felt that there was something unusual about it. Although he knew that it was somewhat taboo, he was too curious and couldn't help but ask.
"It's considered good stuff …"
Qin Fang smiled and didn't explain it clearly. He just responded vaguely.
"It's good that it's a good thing, it's good that it's a good thing …"
Young Master Liang was also a sensible person. He knew that Qin Fang didn't seem to want to talk about this painting. His question was a little taboo, so naturally, he wouldn't ask anymore.
In fact, it wasn't that Qin Fang didn't want to talk about it, but it was useless for him to say it.
This painting was good stuff. Although it wasn't a famous painting, its value was still acceptable.
However, this was only in terms of its value in the world of calligraphy and painting and collecting. For its true value, it was a little bit of a waste …
In the eyes of some people, the value of this painting was just an ordinary piece of calligraphy and painting. Perhaps, it was just an antique.
However, in the eyes of some people, it was absolutely priceless.
Unfortunately, the only person in the world who really knew its secret was probably Qin Fang alone.
"This trip wasn't in vain …"
Qin Fang sat there and watched the gamblers busy and shouting. His mind couldn't help but wander. At the same time, he sighed in his heart.
"I really didn't expect that I could actually get such a treasure in Macau …"
This was indeed very unexpected. If he didn't go shopping with Tang Feifei and the other girls today, and also didn't accompany Kong Er and Qu Yuancheng to meet their friends, but instead came to Hyatt with Young Master Liang to play a few rounds, then he wouldn't have met this middle-aged man selling the painting, and naturally, he wouldn't have gotten this painting.
There was nothing special about this painting itself, but it hid a very big secret.
Of course, this secret was probably only known by Qin Fang.
Even if he was lucky enough to be discovered by others, it would still be of no use because this secret was relative to martial artists … To be precise … this painting hid a set of cultivation techniques.
Qin Fang's current strength had reached an extremely high level, and because of his Chinese martial arts skills, he actually didn't lack any martial arts skills.
However, Chinese martial arts were still Chinese martial arts. As Qin Fang's eyes gradually opened, he had already discovered that Chinese martial arts was actually just a name in modern times. The true essence of martial arts in Long Province was far from being as simple as Chinese martial arts.
In the past, martial arts were also called martial arts. A long time ago, it was very prosperous. Unfortunately, it gradually declined and was gradually passed down. Warriors couldn't even cultivate True Qi, so they could only cultivate Inner Breath. Only after advancing to the master level, could they slowly condense True Qi.
It must be known that in the distant ancient times, the internal experts had cultivated True Qi from the beginning … The difference between the two could be imagined.
Unfortunately, in today's martial arts world, except for those hidden ancient sects, most of the sects in the outside world mainly cultivated various Chinese martial arts.
The real martial arts were only passed down by those ancient sects …
For example, Shaolin, Tang Sect, Kunlun, and so on …
Qin Fang had fought with the masters of Tang Sect and Shaolin. Tang Nan's fight with Qin Fang was negligible. He wanted to use tricks to fight with Qin Fang, either using poison or hidden weapons. However, both of these methods were ineffective against Qin Fang. In the end, he had no choice but to die unjustly.
Among the masters of Shaolin, Shen Wuken was considered one. Qin Fang had fought with him before. It was just a simple exchange of pointers, but he also saw the power of Shaolin's internal strength. Shen Wuken was just a disciple.
As for Monk Wukong, his Shaolin's internal strength was very pure. Although his strength didn't seem to be profound, his strength was definitely the strongest among the martial artists that Qin Fang knew below the master level.
Qin Fang was confident that as long as he took that crucial step, his cultivation would definitely not be weaker than Monk Wukong.
However, Qin Fang was very clear that even if he really stepped into the master level, it was still impossible for him to win against Monk Wukong. Who asked this bald monk to practice Shaolin's secret technique, A Reed Crossing the River? His kung fu was very high, and Qin Fang couldn't beat him even if he wanted to …
"Little Monk Wukong, it seems that you will be able to endure it in the future …"
However, today, Qin Fang was very proud. He even fantasized that he could abuse Wukong, the bald monk who was very pretentious.
Why?
Because the thing hidden in this painting was a set of martial arts secret manual. To be exact, it was a secret manual of Qing Gong.
This was the reason why Qin Fang was so excited when he saw this painting.
Qin Fang didn't lack ordinary martial arts, but this secret manual of Qing Gong was the only thing that made him feel helpless.
Qing Gong had long been lost, and only a few ancient sects had it. As far as Qin Fang knew, only Shaolin and Kunlun had it. Even the Tang Sect didn't seem to have it. At least, Tang Xin said that she hadn't seen it before.
It was because it was very rare that it was so precious. Monk Wukong had A Reed Crossing the River, which made Qin Fang extremely depressed.
Blood Hand Devilman Tu San also seemed to have some kind of Qing Gong. Although it was only a fragment of the manual, it was still much more powerful than ordinary experts. It wasn't hard to tell from his skill in dodging bullets.
Now that Qin Fang had finally obtained the secret manual of Qing Gong, he didn't need to keep thinking about Monk Wukong or Blood Hand Devilman Tu San. After all, even if he killed those two, he might not be able to get the secret manual to drop.
Moreover, with Qin Fang's current strength, he wasn't a match for either of them … If he rashly went to kill them, the result would definitely be Qin Fang being killed instead.
However, the appearance of this painting allowed Qin Fang to avoid those dangers and troubles.
"Traceless Snow Steps … This is the Snow Mountain Sect's secret technique!"
With the scroll in his hand, Qin Fang's detection skill was always staring at it, slowly peeling out the secrets hidden in the painting …
This secret manual was actually this painting. There wasn't a single word, nor was there a single chant. There was only the artistic conception of this painting …
During the most prosperous period of the martial arts world, perception was a very important factor in accepting disciples. Aptitude was instead relegated to second place.
A martial artist with good perception might not be able to cultivate as fast as those with good aptitude, but once he comprehended something, his strength would immediately increase by leaps and bounds. In a very short period of time, he would be able to reach an extremely high level. It wouldn't even be a problem for him to become one of the top experts in the world.
Similarly, many of the Cultivation Methods and Secret Skills of the various sects were comprehended by these martial artists with good perception. Then, after many generations of hard work and polishing, they formed a complete set of Cultivation Methods.
The Qing Gong that Qin Fang obtained was called Traceless Snow Steps. It was one of the secret techniques of an extremely famous ancient sect.
This sect was called the Snow Mountain Sect …
Perhaps many people in the martial arts world weren't very familiar with the Snow Mountain Sect, but this name was very famous among those ancient sects.
Perhaps it wasn't as famous as Shaolin, Kunlun, and Tang Sect, but in terms of strength and heritage, it wasn't any weaker than those sects.
Qin Fang also learned of the existence of the Snow Mountain Sect from Tang Xin. However, before that, Qin Fang and even many people in Long Province had heard of the existence of this sect, but most people just thought it was fictional.
This was because the Snow Mountain Sect was located on Tianshan Mountain, and the mountain gate of the Snow Mountain Sect was called … Spirit Vulture Palace!
Spirit Vulture Palace, Misty Peak …
This was a famous place in Old Man Jin's "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils." However, this place did exist, but very few people knew where it was.
Of course, the one that lived here was the Snow Mountain Sect, not the one that Tianshan Tong Lao lived in, and definitely not the Carefree Sect. It was an ancient sect comparable to Kunlun and Shaolin, but its existence was more mysterious and rare.
"I didn't expect the Snow Mountain Sect's Qinggong to be leaked …"
Qin Fang was also quite glad. The Snow Mountain Sect didn't have many people, and their inheritance was very secretive. The disciples of the sect rarely came out, but he didn't expect that the secret manual of the sect, Traceless Snowsteps, would be leaked. It was really hard to imagine …
Just now, he also used Mind Reading on the middle-aged man. This painting was indeed passed down from his ancestors, but as for how his ancestors got it, that was unknown.
"Who cares? Anyway, this secret manual is in my hands, so there's no need to be polite …"
Qin Fang wasn't the kind of person who was afraid of trouble. Cultivating this Qinggong unique to the Snow Mountain Sect was bound to cause some trouble. For example, if the people of the Snow Mountain Sect found out, they would most likely send people to ask for it.
However, there were very few Qinggong secret manuals that were passed down from generation to generation. To be able to come across one was already extremely lucky, and Qin Fang had been longing for it for a long time.
Now that the secret manual was in his hands, it was impossible for him to just look at it and not practice it.
"I'll deal with whatever comes my way. Who's afraid of who?"
Anyway, Qin Fang could be said to have enough lice, and he didn't have to worry about it. Anyway, he already had a lot of enemies, and he didn't care about adding another Snow Mountain Sect to the list.
Moreover, if the Snow Mountain Sect came looking for him, they might not necessarily be hostile. If their attitude was better, Qin Fang didn't mind returning the secret manual of Traceless Snowsteps to them …
Of course, if the Snow Mountain Sect was the same as the Skypond Sect, Qin Fang wouldn't be so polite to them …
Qin Fang definitely wanted to cultivate this secret manual, but this was definitely not a suitable place. After Qin Fang returned Liang Shao's two million, he didn't want to stay any longer.
The Lightness Skill of Traceless Snow Steps was waiting for him. If he didn't hurry back and practice this set of Lightness Skill as soon as possible, Qin Fang's heart would itch.
Qinggong!
Qin Fang had been dreaming of this for a long time. How could he sit still!
"There's nothing else to do, I'll go back first …"
Qin Fang took the painting scroll and said goodbye to Liang Shao. He planned to return to the hotel first. He needed to use this time to learn this set of Qinggong as soon as possible.
"I also don't think it's interesting, let's go together …"
Although Liang Shao felt a little unsatisfied, seeing that Qin Fang didn't want to stay any longer, there was no point for him to stay here alone.
In terms of gambling skills, compared to Qin Fang, he was just a rookie. When Qin Fang was here, he naturally bet with Qin Fang. Basically, he won without losing. But if Qin Fang left and he bet alone, the two million chips in his hands would be gone in a short time …
Just now, he saw the situation of the middle-aged man selling the painting. Not long after he got his two million, he had already lost five hundred thousand. This speed …
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