Zhu Yu only felt something cold and cold seeping out of the jade, slowly entering his heavenly eye and nourishing it.

The Heavenly Eye is absorbing this energy almost hungrily!

Only then did Zhu Yu realize that he had been squeezing the energy of the Heavenly Eye during this period. If he didn't replenish it, the Heavenly Eye would probably be useless!

The heavenly eye also needs to be moisturized!

My mind was spinning, and I felt that the cold energy in my eyes gradually decreased and disappeared.

And it feels like the energy of the Sky Eye has only been replenished to three-fifths - it turns out that less than one-eighth is left!

Zhu Yu suddenly felt that he was so lucky!

If I hadn’t obtained this jade at this moment, and then grinded it open to give it to the Heavenly Eye, I’m afraid that in a day or two, my Heavenly Eye would be useless!

So thrilling!

Putting down the wool, Zhu Yu felt the recovery of his heavenly eye and sighed.

The wool in his hand turned directly into the most ordinary stone.

The warm greenery that used to be there is no longer visible at all. All you can see is gray-white stones, and they are full of cracks.

This is already considered waste.

Throwing the stone into the trash can, Zhu Yu thought to himself, it's not that easy to make money with this golden finger!

In just this one absorption, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars were taken away!

This is all the money I earn in a week!

It seems that we have to find the white jade pendant and get the method of practicing the Heavenly Eye. Otherwise, no matter how much money we make, it won't be enough.

After laying out bits and pieces in the room, Zhu Yu saw the pen holder and the copper pen.

The pen holder is made of boxwood. I took it out, poured out the pen, cleaned the dust on it, and found that there were pictures of ancient ladies carved on the side.

Very charming.

There is a paragraph beside the picture of the lady:

"Sansong...?"

Who is Sansong?

Zhu Yu didn't know, but he had a mobile phone and immediately checked online.

After checking it for a while, I was shocked.

If this is genuine, it was probably carved by his own family member named Zhu Sansong in the late Ming Dynasty.

There were quite a few of Zhu Sansong's pen holders in the Qing court's collection, but most of them were carved from ivory, sandalwood and huanghuali materials. Some were also carved from bamboo.

Boxwood carvings are rare.

There are also prices online.

Because there are many hidden in the Qing palace, if there is a palace mark, or the emperor who stamped it has given it a seal, then this pen holder will be worth three to four million!

But now, there is no way to prove whether he has stayed in the palace, so it is worth about two to three hundred thousand.

But Zhu Yu is content with this!

That’s thirty to forty thousand dollars!

How much did you spend?

It’s less than a hundred dollars, you’ve made hundreds of times, and you’re still not satisfied?

It will be struck by lightning!

Zhu Yu carefully put down the pen holder and picked up the copper brush.

Maybe this is a treasure too!

The copper pen is about fifteen kilometers long, which is relatively compact among calligraphy brushes.

There were small characters written on the pen. Zhu Yu looked carefully:

"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement."

The original words of the Book of Changes.

The brush weighs about one or two hundred grams, which is a bit heavy, but Zhu Yu feels very comfortable holding it in his hand.

The tip of the pen is like the tip of an arrow, but it expands a little from the tip of the pen barrel, and then slowly shrinks, taking the shape of a small wolf hair.

The nib of the pen is very pointed and feels very sharp.

He couldn't help but draw a pen in his hand.

The familiar feeling is back!

When he was in middle school, in order to refute the attention of the girl at the same table, Zhu Yu spent a summer vacation practicing pen-turning skills. When he was about to perform for his classmates at the beginning of the school year, the girl transferred to another school...

Sad memories!

But the skill is still there, so although the pen is a little heavier, it quickly runs like flying in Zhu Yu's hand, which is very dazzling.

There was a knock on the door, and Zhu Yu shouted to come in.

Aunt Susan is delivering pies to Zhu Yu.

When she saw the pen flying in Zhu Yu's hand, she covered her mouth in surprise:

"Oh my God! Are you a magician? That's so cool!"

Zhu Yu put away his pen and stood up, smiling and saying:

"No, no, just for fun."

Susan shook her head, put the pie on the table and said:

"I don't know why you Chinese people are always so humble. If a young man here has such ability, he will go all out to perform in front of girls. Just like this, the girls will scream!"

Zhu Yu smiled bitterly, he had hoped for this too, but it was just the wrong time.

"Try the pie I just baked, with apple filling - by the way, you don't have any taboos about food, do you?"

"No, thank you!" Zhu Yu said sincerely.

The rent he paid did not include food expenses. Susan took the initiative to bring the pie, and Zhu Yu understood what she meant.

After seeing Zhu Yu tidying up the room, Susan sighed:

"You Chinese young men are much better than many local young people in this regard! In terms of cleaning up the house, you are better than some girls! My daughter wants you to be so hardworking, and I will be satisfied!"

Aunt Susan also has a daughter?

Zhu Yu was curious, but didn't ask any more questions.

On the contrary, Aunt Susan felt a little regretful when she saw that Zhu Yu didn't ask. After chatting for a few more words, she turned around and went out.

Zhu Yu wiped his hands, picked up a piece of pie and tasted it. It was sweet and slightly sour, and tasted good.

After finishing the pie on the plate, Zhu Yu took the plate out, washed it in the water room, and gave it back to Aunt Su Susan.

I drove to the Seven Axes Bar.

Seeing Zhu Yu come in, the bar fell silent.

Old John was the first to say:

"Hey! Isn't this our Zhu back? I heard that you met two more beautiful girls? Why don't you bring them over to show them to everyone?"

The old drinking friends in the bar burst into laughter.

The brush in Zhu Yu's hand was circling, and he shook his head and explained:

"Those are not my friends. I took pictures of their suitcases at the airport and informed them to come and pick them up!"

Walking to the bar, Zhu Yu said to John:

"Bring me a beer!"

"Why, you started drinking too?" John took a cup, poured him a glass of wine, and asked, "I heard that your auction of the container did not go well today?"

Zhu Yu nodded and shook his head:

"Luck can't always be on my side. I didn't make much, but I didn't lose either."

John nodded:

"It's good that you have this idea! Don't say you didn't pay, it's not a big deal if you do. You're still young, see more and learn more, it will be much more useful than making more now!"

Zhu Yu lowered his head to accept the lesson. He had no intention of talking about the jadeite and the pen holder.

No matter how trustworthy John is, some things still need to be kept secret.

Zhu Yu was drinking and holding a copper pen. After a while, a middle-aged drunkard came over, looked at Zhu Yu's copper pen and asked:

"Zhu, are you doing Chinese Kung Fu?"

"No." Zhu Yu shook his head and said:
To be continued...