"Brother Luo, please stop following me. Tianjing is going to win the championship in a nine-state competition. I'm obviously jumping into the fire pit to do this favor for you!"

"Brother Ji, don't get me wrong, we are just on the way. By the way, you are going to Liulichang, right? I know that place very well!"

"Brother Luo, you must give up. You can't add any more money... I would like to ask, how much more can you add?"

"Brother Ji, are some lions talking too much? Thirty thousand taels of silver, how many martial arts masters could have been hired in the past!"

"..."

Following this conversation, Ji Yuan finally arrived at Changshunfang.

Just at this time, the Golden Crow lost the last trace of the afterglow, and the sky became dark.

There are row upon row of restaurants, hook bars, and shops, with lanterns hung high and lights lit, giving off a prosperous atmosphere.

Tianjing, as the most beautiful place and the center of Jingchao, naturally will not close its doors at night.

Before the curfew started, the streets were very busy.

The shouts and hawking of vendors quickly emerged in various markets, and the smell of cooking oil from the stalls... intertwined into an extremely rich market atmosphere.

"Brother Ji, do you particularly like antiques?

My home is quite big, and I have a lot of calligraphy, paintings, and jades. You can come and have a look next time you have time."

Luo Yuzhen smiled enthusiastically and spoke eloquently:

"But it's too late now. Like Yun Ting Zhai, all the time-honored stores in Deyiju are probably closed, and there won't be any good stuff to buy.

Real experts come here during the day, because at night the lights are dim and it is often easy to see things wrongly, making it difficult to take things seriously."

This third young master of Tongbao Bank is worthy of being the richest second generation in Tianjing.

Whenever he talks about eating, drinking and having fun, he is full of confidence and speaks volumes.

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Is there a possibility that I just want to buy some unseemly antiques?"

Luo Yuzhen frowned and said hesitantly:

"Brother Ji, do you like to collect things buried with tombs? Underworld weapons?"

Ji Yuan smiled faintly and did not reply.

The last time he visited Liulichang, he discovered a feature.

It’s not that the more expensive the antique, the more likely it is that the power of Tao Yun will remain.

For example, Shen Haishi's achievements in painting are not very high. He tends to take the wrong approach and win by surprise.

He specializes in painting mountain and wild spirits, which are weird and evil, so he got the nickname "Ghost Fairy".

It sounds famous, but the three paintings he is most famous for are only sold for five or six hundred taels of silver.

But in that volume of "The Night Banquet of the White Bone Bodhisattva's Bliss", there are one hundred and fifty white Taoist aggregates left.

On the contrary, he is a famous master of the world and a saint of the previous dynasty.

Regardless of whether their paintings are authentic or not, their Dao Yun aura is relatively weak.

Ji Yuan believes that the reason lies with Shen Haishi himself.

"Brother Ji, that... Tomb burial objects, especially the underworld objects, are prohibited from trading. Even if they are kept privately at home, it is considered a violation of Jinglu!"

Luo Yuzhen reminded her kindly.

"Brother Luo, have you seen this robe?

Fu Sitiqi of Beizhen went to the City God's Temple alone to investigate whether there was a circulation problem of illegal items in the antique market. This is called fulfilling his duty.

Besides, as long as you don’t take it out, who will know you have hidden it?”

Ji Yuan shook the cloud eagle robe, and Luo Yuzhen was speechless.

Could this be what the eldest brother and the second brother often say, being flexible and abiding by the bottom line of the law?

The two of them strode across the street where stalls were closed, twisting and turning, and arrived at the Chenghuang Temple.

Liulichang is divided into three areas, each with its own local snakes.

There is a temple at the other end of West Street, which is dedicated to the City God.

The sage, who ruled the world, once broke down mountains, cut down temples, and destroyed obscene sacrifices.

The order aims to build Chenghuang temples in all prefectures, counties, and counties, and to confer titles on them into four categories: king, duke, marquis, and uncle.

Every year, the local court official must personally conduct sacrifices.

Therefore, as long as it is a Chenghuang Temple, the incense has always been quite strong.

But it’s late at night, so no one will come to pray to God.

Luo Yuzhen was afraid of getting lost, so she quickened her pace and said nervously:

“I don’t come to the City God’s Temple much.

There are many pawnshops on West Street, and the way to the east and west is not very clean, so it is easy to cause trouble. Brother Ji, you have to be more careful."

The further you go into Liulichang, the darker the sky becomes.

There was no one around, except for a pawn shop open.

The weird thing is that some of their door panels are black and some are red.

It seems to mean different meanings.

"Brother Luo, do you know what it means?"

Ji Yuan asked curiously.

He remembered that the tea stall owner once told him not to go into the red shop, but into the black shop.

"My second brother said that the red shop collects jewelry and jade, most of which are stolen by thieves and thieves who are eager to take action.

Therefore, the owners who dare to open a red door pawnshop are not afraid of trouble and have strong ideas."

Luo Yuzhen felt terrified and explained carefully:

"The items collected by the black shop are of unknown origin and are forbidden items that are not allowed to be sold openly by the imperial court.

People from the four sects who rob and dig graves often come here.

Brother Ji, if you want to buy things for the tomb and the utensils that accompany the coffin, you have to go this way."

No wonder this street is so deserted.

The patrons of this pawn shop are either big bandits or robbers, but they are not serious people at all.

Ji Yuan's eyes flashed and he asked again:

"Do you have a reliable connection? I'm here, I must try it out."

Luo Yuzhen looked back at the way he came, and saw a thick fog filled with gloomy air, and said helplessly:

"My second brother said that the pawnshops on Chenghuang Temple Street, whether they are red or black, are all under the control of Buddha.

The 19th black shop at the corner of the street is called Huaiyinzhai. It is in his name. It is a time-honored brand, so there should be no problems.

But...Brother Ji, is it really appropriate for you to wear the Tiqi robe of Beizhen Fusi?"

Ji Yuan held down the waist knife and said with a smile:

"I heard that the Song commanders from Nanzhen Fusi often come here. What does a little Tiqi mean?

Is there any dignified person that I haven’t received before? I’m sure they won’t turn them away when they see me.”

Seeing that Ji Jiulang was so interested, Luo Yuzhen had no choice but to accompany him.

Whether his good sister's marriage can be ruined depends on whether the other party is willing to help.

"Brother Ji, there are expensive and cheap weapons. Do you have enough money?"

Luo Yuzhen just had the words "I want money" plastered on her forehead.

"I'll just take a look, but I may not be able to see anything I like."

Ji Yuan didn't answer, so it's no big deal if he stepped on Yang Xiu.

But the final test of the martial arts competition, the Jiuzhou Competition, is really difficult to get on stage.

Jiang Zhongxungui is not a vegetarian, and he is willing to let a Liaodong mud-legged person steal the limelight.

In just a moment, Ji Yuan found the nineteenth shop.

The door panels on both sides looked as if they had been smeared with ink, making them dark and eerie.

The plaque on the head has the three characters "Huaiyinzhai".

There was an oil lamp burning inside, and the light was quite dim.

If you were an ordinary person, you would really not dare to go in.

Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes, his cold eyes condensed into a single line, and he stepped up the steps and crossed the threshold.
To be continued...