() Seeing Boss Ji holding a wooden stick as thick as a bowl in the air with great interest, Fang Feiyang couldn't help but want to laugh.

It seems that this old man is in his sixties, but at heart he is like a child. He likes to be brave and competitive, but does not hold grudges. He was arguing with Mr. Chen just now, and in the blink of an eye he was comforting the old man.

Two highly reputable experts in the antiques industry were fighting like little friends, sometimes arguing and sometimes making peace.

When Fang Feiyang met Old Man Ji for the first time in Yipin Tea House, the old man was wearing a fancy Hawaiian T-shirt with a playful look on his face. At that time, Old Man Ji had "no good intentions" and took aim at Fang Feiyang's hand.

However, in the final transaction, Fang Feiyang took a huge advantage. Not only did the famous ancient inkstone resell for 350,000, but the most important thing was that Old Man Ji gave him a Langting International Supreme Platinum Card.

Now, Old Man Ji saw that everyone wanted to test the sharpness of the Sanqing Sword. He moved quickly and found a wooden stick from nowhere, and shouted:

"Xiao Fang, come and chop...what are you grinding on?"

Fang Feiyang grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, raised it high, and shouted: "Old man, hold it firmly!"

Several other old men in the study held their breath and watched the changes.

As soon as Fang Feiyang finished speaking, his hands came down, and the black Sanqing sword slipped into the void.

"Puff!" "Bang!"...

A slight cutting sound resounded in the study, followed immediately by the sound of the half wooden stick falling to the ground.

Fang Feiyang had previously sensed images in Huangpao Mountain and knew that this Sanqing sword had a sharp edge and had accompanied Li Zhijun, the leader of the Shangqing sect, to fight against the invasion of foreign enemies.

So when he raised his sword to slash, he did not use all his strength, but only used 50% of his hand strength. Even so, the test results also left Fang Feiyang stunned.

There was a thick piece of wood at the mouth of the bowl, and the sword blade encountered almost no resistance when cutting it. The cutting force of the sword blade passing through the wood was transmitted from the hilt to Fang Feiyang's hands, making it feel like he was chopping vegetables and melons.

The cut surface of the wooden stick that was broken was neat and smooth, the wood grain was clear, and no trace of cutting could be seen.

Looking at the blade again, it is still black and shiny, looking very deep and steady, and seems to have a sharper edge under the illumination of the light.

"What a sword! The blade is perfect. The satin pattern is like thousands of waves. The blade is strong and subtle, sharp and sharp. It's a treasure. It's such a treasure. How could the ancients forge such a sword!"

Old Man Ji shouted with excitement, "grabbed" the Sanqing Sword from Fang Feiyang's hand, danced a sword flower in the air, and slashed the remaining half of the stick with the sword, feeling for himself the power of the sword holder.

Seeing Old Man Ji dancing the Sanqing Sword enthusiastically, Fang Feiyang was so frightened that he jumped far away. This was no joke. The wooden sticks on the ground were an example. He didn't think that his skin and flesh could compare.

The wood is hard, so if you cut yourself, you won't be able to cry.

Standing aside, Mr. Xiang bent down and picked up a small piece of wood from the ground. He stroked the cut port and was also amazed.

In people's lives, there are sharp knives on the market. If you want to successfully split such a thick piece of wood with one knife, you can't do it unless you are filming a movie.

Normally, if you use an ax to cut down such a thick piece of wood, the blade of the ax will most likely get stuck in the wood, making it impossible to pull it out without some effort.

This half-finger-wide sword blade effortlessly split one into two.

Just when everyone was sighing at the sharpness of the Sanqing Sword, Mr. Chen approached Fang Feiyang again, with a smile on his face, and said softly:

"Xiao Fang, look, the old man wants to discuss something with you... Can you give me one of your three treasures, the 'Nine Lao Immortal Du Seal'? I know you are reluctant to part with that volume of scriptures and this

Take the Sanqing Sword, see if you can..."

Mr. Chen is indeed a devout Taoist believer. Seeing that he failed to obtain the "Nine Elder Immortal Seals" as he wished, he tried to acquire the set of "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing" and the Sanqing Sword.

To be honest, Fang Feiyang was really troubled by rejecting Mr. Chen, an expert in the antique industry.

Obviously the ownership of the things belonged to him, but he still wanted to take care of the old man's face and declined politely.

"Okay, Old Man Chen, you are also a researcher at the Palace Museum after all, a national cadre who enjoys state subsidies, so don't make things difficult for Xiao Fang. You yourself are a Taoist, and this thing is all about fate. In the words of your Taoists,

Xiao Fang is destined to have a destiny with these three things. Why don't you go for a walk in Huangpao Mountain and see what you get... Haha..."

As Old Man Ji talked, he couldn't help but start making fun of Old Chen again.

Having said this, Mr. Chen could only helplessly shake his head, with a look of disappointment on his face.

Finally, Song Longshan saw that the old brother he had invited had an ugly face and was depressed, so he took over for Fang Feiyang and gave it to his apprentice to make a photocopy of one of the volumes of the "Shangqing Dadong Scripture", and then used this

Fang Jiulao Xiandu Junyin mixed cinnabar ink, sealed a copy of the scripture, and gave it to Chen Lao.

It would also comfort his soul, which is devoted to the Tao.

Of course Fang Feiyang obeyed his master's arrangements.

The moment he applied cinnabar ink on the seal of the Nine Lao Immortal Capital and stamped it hard on the photocopied text of the Great Hollow Sutra, his mind moved, and a chaotic picture briefly flashed through his mind.

The image was like the image projected onto the screen in that second after the old-fashioned film tape was suddenly cut off.

It should be said that it disappeared in less than a second.

This is the first time that Fang Feiyang has sensed an image on this ancient Taoist seal since he obtained the Fang Jiu Lao Immortal Capital Seal.

However, this time the sensory ability was triggered very weakly, which was different from every time in the past. There was no familiar tingling warmth on the body. What was even more strange was that no information was captured.

Fang Feiyang was shocked, but due to the suddenness of the incident and the blurry image, he didn't pay attention. He continued to finish the work at hand and handed the photocopy of the Da Dong Sutra to Mr. Chen.

What Fang Feiyang didn't know was that when he put the seal of the Nine Old Immortals squarely on the copy of the scripture, the ancient seal gave off a faint golden light, but no one in the study noticed it.

, including Fang Feiyang holding the ancient seal.

Seeing that it was already time to eat, Fang Feiyang's stomach kept grumbling in protest. This expert treasure appraisal lasted for nearly two hours. Normally, he would have already had lunch.

Song Longshan invited several old brothers to have a light meal in the villa.

As it was a simple meal, Grandpa Song also asked the servants to prepare five or six dishes, and opened two bottles of Maotai wine.

At the dining table, four gray-haired old men and a young man in his twenties were chatting and laughing while eating.

Fang Feiyang accompanied Song Longshan and these experts to have three cups each. Mr. Song was in a good mood because it was rare for him to get together with his elders. He specially brought out a set of white wine made by skilled craftsmen in Jingdezhen during the Republic of China.

Blue porcelain Kowloon cup.

Holding up the exquisite and small wine glasses, everyone exchanged glasses, which was very lively.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Old Man Ji narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Xiao Fang, you can drink a lot now. Come on, come on, let's go together."

"Okay, Mr. Ji, I'm here to respect you. You can do whatever you want, I'll do it!"

During this period, Fang Feiyang had a few drinks with the master at intervals. His drinking capacity has indeed improved. In addition, he followed several experts today and learned a lot of knowledge while appraising treasures. He was in a good mood and accompanied him.

This season the boss drank again.

"Tsk tsk, Old Song, look, your precious apprentice is getting better and better... Xiaofang has made rapid progress in antique appreciation. This collection is becoming more and more colorful, and even my old man has never seen it before.

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Ji Fuhua patted Fang Feiyang on the shoulder, turned sideways, and kept praising this apprentice in front of Song Longshan, his eyes full of admiration.

Mr. Song nodded slightly, and he was also very happy. He was quite satisfied with Fang Feiyang, his apprentice. He was young, not impetuous, and willing to learn things attentively. What made Mr. Song happy the most was that this boy

His strength in antiques is like riding a rocket, soaring into the sky.
Chapter completed!