苹果模拟器中文版

After the scroll was unfolded, it was very large, with a length of six or seven feet, and a width of one foot.

In the center of this scroll, under the cliff that has been made extremely delicate, a Buddha is sitting cross-legged, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, like a smile with flowers.

Behind the cliff, there is a golden mountain, on which there are countless temples, which looks magnificent and magnificent.

The body of this camel is as high as the sky and the earth, and in front of the Buddha, there are a group of little foxes.

Some of these little foxes are blue and some are white. They don't have the chaos, killing, and vicious aura of monsters, but they are full of ethereal meaning and extremely smart.

They seemed to be shining with golden light, and their faces were full of piety, and they were raising their heads as if listening to something.

This is a scene: the foxes in front of the Buddha listen to the scriptures!

When everyone saw the pattern in the picture scroll, they were all stunned: "What does this mean? Do a group of foxes listen to the sutra in front of the Buddha?

"So, what is the meaning of this painting?"

Suddenly, many people quietly rose up one by one, looking towards the scroll, and Chen Feng was no exception.

However, everyone was disappointed.

Chen Feng knew why, because Chen Feng felt that there was nothing surprising after his Qi was touched, and he felt that this was an ordinary picture.

Even when I close my eyes and perceive it again, it is still just that kind of painting, without any specificity.

And this is different from the previous lots. All the previous lots give people a very magnificent feeling.

So the next moment, there was a ridicule in the auction hall: "Lord, don't we bring such fools?"

"That's right, Da Young Master, this painting is just a plain painting without any peculiarities. I even doubt whether this painting is forged by posterity and has no real effect at all."

"This painting, even if it is thrown at a small auction house in a first-class city, I'm afraid no one wants to buy it."

"That's right." Everyone nodded: "If you buy this, you can only hang it at home as a decoration."

Gananxing just smiled and said nothing, but Chen Feng felt a deep throb in his heart at this time.

It turned out that just when his aura was about to withdraw, he suddenly felt a very familiar aura on the scroll.

I can't tell the truth, but it made Chen Feng's goose bumps instantly, and there was a big throb in his heart, and the whole person couldn't help shuddering.

Chen Feng immediately realized that this painting is definitely not that simple!

However, he did not show any other emotions, just quietly observing the reactions of people around him.

To Chen Feng's comfort, none of the people around showed any abnormalities, which means that none of them found the problem.

Gananxing smiled and said, "Well, the auction begins, and the starting price is five hundred black yellow stones."

"Bah! Five hundred Xuanhuangshi? Who will buy it?"

"That is, although the man is rich, he can't be so bad!" Everyone sneered.

Chen Feng didn't rush to bid, so as not to be seen by others.

After waiting for a while, no one spoke. Ganan Xing shook his head, feeling in his heart that this painting is probably going to be lost.

But he didn't have any hope at all. The painting was just to make up the numbers, and they didn't find any strangeness.

He raised the hammer in his hand and was about to announce that the painting was not being shot. Suddenly, a lazy voice sounded:

"Although there is nothing special about this painting, I really like it when I see it."

"I used to raise a little fox in my home before, and it looks very similar to the green fox in this painting, but unfortunately, I didn't know where it went, and Xu Shi went back to the mountains."

"I've always missed her a lot, so I bought this painting as a memorial!"

It was Chen Feng who spoke.

He said lightly: "500 and one black yellow stone!"

Many people looked at Chen Fengfeng, shook their heads and sighed, "I don't know which family came out of the prodigal!"

"Yes, five hundred Yuan Huangshishi just went back to buy such a useless picture scroll, really..."

"You can also hear this voice. Most of it is the Maotou boy. The elders in the family brought him out to practice!"

They all mocked Chen Feng's choice, but no one doubted Chen Feng's reason. After all, the reason Chen Feng gave was still very credible.

"Okay, there is a distinguished guest bidding for 501 Kuaixuanhuangshi." Gananxing smiled and said, "Is there any more to bid?"

No one speaks.

On the other side, a young man seemed to want to open his mouth, but was stopped by the person next to him.

Ganan Xing was also anxious to sell, and quickly knocked the hammer three times, and said loudly: "Okay, this painting belongs to this young man."

On the surface, Chen Feng seemed to be understatement, and even his breath did not fluctuate, but in fact he was already nervous to the extreme.

Because as long as someone makes a shot, as long as it is out of line, it is very likely that this painting will not belong to him.

Upon hearing that the painting belonged to him, Chen Feng was so soft that he almost collapsed on the chair.

He cares so much about this painting, his heart is almost jumped out!

Chen Feng didn't see it, it was the moment Naganan Xing announced that the picture had been photographed by Chen Feng.

Among the little foxes on the picture scroll, there is a fox with cyan fur, as clear and gorgeous as sapphire. He turned his head, glanced at him slyly, and squeezed his eyes.

The auctions here are very simple and rude. They are all given to Xuan Huangshi on the spot, and then the lot is handed over to the auctioneer on the spot.

Chen Feng took out five hundred and one yuan of Xuan Huangshi and got this painting. He didn't even look at it. He stuffed it directly into the golden dragon ring.

Only then did Chen Feng feel his heart settled down.

The ridicule surrounding him was endless, but Chen Feng was a bit refreshed.

A smile appeared quietly at the corner of his mouth: "You people still mock me, you don't even know how precious this painting is!"

Next, two more lots passed, and when the twenty-eighth lot was auctioned away, the atmosphere in the Condor auction site suddenly quieted down.

Everyone stopped talking, their voices disappeared, everyone's eyes just gathered on the auction platform, and they all relaxed their breath, as if they were expecting something.