The bright pet shop is located on Diesan Street, Beijing City. When you park your Porsche in the parking lot, Zhen Minglang walked into this Diesan Street market.

Even at night, the Diesan Street Market was still bustling with traffic and all kinds of people gathered in this place. Only then did Zhen Minglang realize that those office workers were all here after work.

However, the more people there are, the easier it is for people to take advantage of the troubled waters! Zhen Minglang thought about touching his pocket. For some reason, people who have been in the capital for a long time have this habit. Celebrities who don’t know if they are thieves are also gathered in Kyoto, so they cultivated Zhen Minglang’s high alertness. Anyway, Zhen Minglang has a sense at this moment, that is, the probability of thieves appearing in places with a large population is also high, and they must not be neglected.

Walking forward slowly, Zhen Minglang saw a circle of people not far away.

The crowd was three layers and three layers outside, which were thick and airtight. Zhen Minglang could not see what was doing inside. He squeezed and stood on tiptoe. Zhen Minglang could barely see two people inside, with smart heads not growing on his hair, and one of them was in this state.

Although I only saw the top of my head, Zhen Minglang could hear the sound from the speaker inside clearly.

"We are an old native native in Beijing, and our family is declining. Because my mother is in bed, she has no choice but to sell the family treasure. The rust bowl of the Yuan Dynasty, the willow leaves of the Kangxi, the red-glazed straw hat bowl, the Qianlong jade candlestick, and the pastel porcelain of the Republic of China. Today, in this antique market, you can sell at a cheap price and walk by, and you can't miss it."

Zhen Minglang slowly drilled into the crowd, and broke into the crowd with his burly figure a few times. Zhen Minglang's eyes widened now, and he wanted to see what was inside.

Zhen Minglang knew that this antique market gathered many rare treasures that were popular among the people, and the statement he heard just now could not be killed with one blow.

Because a few years ago, an old man bought a picture of Xu Beihong's "Eight Horses" in this crowded antique market.

In the history of modern Chinese painting, Xu Beihong's horses were unique in the painting world, and no one could compete with him. "The Eight Horses Pictures" is one of Xu Beihong's most famous works. It uses the eight horses of Zhou Muwang as the theme, and the eight horses are of different shapes and are elegant and lively. In terms of painting techniques, it is a product of the extremely successful integration of Chinese and Western styles. Xu Beihong uses Chinese ink and wash as the main means of expression, and uses Western perspective and anatomy methods to vividly and vividly depict the heroic posture of the horse.

His brushwork is vigorous and powerful, and his ink is refreshing.

All smudges are applied according to the shape of the horse. The ink color is smooth and light, which not only expresses the shape of the factory horse, but also does not affect the charm of the ink color. It is a rare treasure.

When the old man saw this painting, he was so excited that he could not speak. After being excited, he even looked at the eight horses carefully.

And these eight horses all appeared vividly, one called the Jedi, and the feet did not sank the ground, and the feet could fly in the air; the other was called the Fengyu, and it could run faster than the bird;

One is called Benjing, who travels thousands of miles at night; the other is called Chaoying, who can chase the sun;

One is called Juhui, the horse's hair is extremely colorful and radiant; the other is called Chaoguang, the other is called ten shadows of the horse's body;

One is called Tengwu, who runs in the clouds and mist; the other is called Joeyi, who has wings on his body, soaring ninety thousand miles like a big roc.

Eight horses were vivid. The old man looked at them with a thumb-sized magnifying glass for a while, unable to control his excitement and said, "This painting is of excellent appearance and has a market value of more than 100,000 yuan!"

Then, the old man failed to successfully detect leaks, so this incident spread.

So, Zhen Minglang knew that there was no way to say what works of Chinese painting masters were produced on this street stall, and which famous master’s original writings were produced?

After a while, Zhen Minglang finally crossed the crowd with extremely dense density and arrived at the front of the stall.

The first thing Zhen Minglang saw was not the person who set up the stall, but the large and small utensils placed on the ground, including porcelain, candlesticks, Taiping elephants, hats and bowls, enamel colors, landscape pastel calligraphy and paintings, willow leaves, and many things Zhen Minglang had never seen or heard of.

Zhen Minglang only had a slight understanding of these things. When he was studying, because of his interest, Zhen Minglang had selected cultural relics appreciation and conducted superficial research on these things at the theoretical level. Then he learned some terms in Wang Gang's program "The World Collection", and then he saw some similar cultural relics collections in other people's homes, such as bronzes, jades, and four treasures of the study. However, those were basically things from the Republic of China period and did not look as rough and old as these things in front of him.

Seeing Zhen Minglang rushing to the front, a young man selling things started to speak, "Brother, look at our treasures, it must be all high-quality collections."

The young man who spoke was a 20-year-old man with a mouthful of Kyoto, a round face, and a silly look unlike a businessman.

Behind the young man was an old man, sitting upright on the stool, pointing at his own thing to praise, revealing the huge smell of a vendor, and it could be seen that he was an old fried dough stick full of mouth.

Zhen Minglang smiled naturally, "Brother, I'll take a look first, just be busy."

"Okay, even if you don't understand, you can ask me. This is something from the Qianlong period of Kangxi and Qianlong, and this is from the Republic of China."

The young man gestured with two gestures and cut the things on the street stall for Zhen Minglang to see.

Following the direction the young man pointed, Zhen Minglang first looked at his so-called treasure from the Kangxi and Qianlong periods.

When Zhen Minglang's eyes locked on the pile of utensils on the street stall, he couldn't help but have a plan. His eyes could absorb spiritual energy from jade, so could he absorb the airway from these things?

There is no reason why there is just spiritual energy in jade. Or something that is common to prompt spiritual energy to flow out!

Moreover, if it is absorbed, does it mean that this thing is a good thing? Because jade can have spiritual energy flow out, it must mean that it is a good thing that can have spiritual energy storage. If there is no spiritual energy flow out, in another way, this thing may be a fake.

Zhen Minglang naturally couldn't see the truth or falsehood of this thing from the naked eye. Originally, this antique was true and false. Others rely entirely on experience and eyesight to see the quality and appearance of the things. However, Zhen Minglang really knew very little about those professional appreciation methods. It would be better to try it with your own eyes, operate it, and see the effect.

Thinking of this, Zhen Minglang slowly condensed his mental power, and slowly, a stream of dantian energy came up, and then pushed the flashing light in his pupils. A wave of dormant, and spiritual energy flowed out of his pupils, and a light shone into the stall.

The airway rushed out of his pupils and wandered on the vessels placed on the ground.

Because Zhen Minglang still had spiritual energy in his eyes, the vessels were seen through at this time, and Zhen Minglang also saw the structure there clearly. Taiping elephant and hat bowl were just some of the most ordinary porcelain materials, namely Jingde~ Zhenxin's porcelain was clearly not something from the Kangxi period, and his counterfeiting skills were so bad that he was embarrassed.

Looking at another vessel, the airway wandered again, but at this time, his brain suddenly buzzed. Zhen Minglang shook his head hard, his eyes closed suddenly, and a combined airway entered his pupils.

Zhen Minglang subconsciously closed his eyes. The airflow was very soft. At this time, his pupils were even more comfortable than seeing the beauty's ketone body.

There is spiritual energy coming in.

Zhen Minglang didn't think much and opened his eyes again in an instant.

When the eyes opened again, the air in front of Zhen Minglang gradually penetrated, and the perspective of the pupils was obviously increased. But this is all secondary. The main thing is: a clanging sound of air sounds floated in Zhen Minglang's ears, and the clanging sound had a certain rhythm, and the power that made him feel comfortable was still being supplied in front of him.

The light entered the pupils and into the body. Zhen Minglang became more and more comfortable. It felt like his tired body was soaked in the warm water pool. There was still a fragrance of roses floating in the center of the pool. There was even a beauty massaged her shoulders, and then her hand slowly pinched the beauty's butt, rubbing and rubbing...

Feeling something suddenly poured into his head, Zhen Minglang felt layers of radio waves rising and falling in his mind, beating, and the radio waves were moving up and down, as if he had composed a string of notes.

When Zhen Minglang entered the melody, he unconsciously hummed the song by Pavarotti, one of the tenors in the world: My Sun.

What’s strange is that the sound that I could not sing in my best condition was actually exerted at this moment because of this spiritual energy.

oh?

Pavarotti, Carreras, Domingo and Andre Pocelli, remember them afterwards, and then I, Zhen Minglang, is the fifth tenor?

"Hey, buddy, you sang so well, but unfortunately the Chinese Voice is over. Otherwise, you will definitely be the champion!"

Zhen Minglang was disturbed by an uncle next to him, and this was why he came out of his enjoyment just now.

I just sang Pavarotti's sun, and the initiator was that spiritual energy?

Zhen Minglang was shocked!

"Hey, you, are you,, are you,,,, the champion of the Chinese Newcomer Model Competition, Zhen Minglang?"

The uncle just praised Zhen Minglang for singing well, and a girl recognized Zhen Minglang again.

Zhen Minglang was a little helpless for a moment. People were afraid of being famous and pigs were afraid of being strong. Sometimes, being recognized by others was not a good thing. Instead of indulging in happiness, Zhen Minglang hurriedly said, "You recognized the wrong person, I am just a passerby, I don't know the person you mentioned. When buying things, don't we all come to buy things and see things."

Zhen Minglang led his hand to the stall, and the girl turned around, but she still secretly looked at Zhen Minglang.

If you have spiritual energy coming out, you can instantly help yourself improve your singing skills. This spiritual energy is simply amazing.

Since there is spiritual energy flowing out, it means that the things flowing out of this spiritual energy are good things.

Following the direction of the airway, Zhen Minglang saw a vessel on the street stall. It was a piece of Willow Leaf Zun made of copper-red high-temperature glaze. It emitted a little bit of stunning light, with a slightly incorrect tone, with a rough and round body texture. If you only look at it with the naked eye, it seems to be a fake.

And the gentle airflow flowed out from the willow leaf.

Zhen Minglang has had previous experience and naturally knew that the spiritual energy that replenishes the body was exactly what he needed. Since he needed it, it means that this Liu Ye Zun is not a fake, and it may be a real cultural relic from the Kangxi period. Of course, Zhen Minglang is not sure whether this was from the Kangxi period, but he concluded that this was definitely not a fake. Thinking of this, Zhen Minglang thought of buying this Liu Ye Zun.

"Young man, have you seen it?"

Zhen Minglang looked up and changed to the old man to ask himself again.

"I haven't seen it yet." Zhen Minglang frowned, "You have so many things, why don't you recommend them to me."

The old man looked at Zhen Minglang at this time. Generally, antique buyers are people who know the destiny or earlobes. Seeing Zhen Minglang's appearance, they probably just took a look and said, "You can pick two pieces of pastel porcelain from the Republic of China. Look at this mountain and pastel porcelain jar. The paintings are so exquisite and the characters are lifelike."

Zhen Minglang looked closely and probably understood the meaning of the old fried dough stick. "Haha, uncle, this painting is indeed delicate and lively, and has a sense of layering, but this painting is obviously a fake of modern imitation."

"Don't talk nonsense!" The old man immediately hushed, "You can't buy it, but if you don't want to do business, how can you open your mouth and make a fake?"

People who are playing in the collection circle actually know that they must leave a thread to judge the authenticity of these cultural relics. Even if they are fake, they must say that they are not sure about this thing, which is hard to say. But Zhen Minglang doesn’t care about these things. He just speaks quickly and doesn’t like to go around with others.

"Well, if you do business sincerely, you have to allow others to speak, right? Is the business just arguing? If you don't let me speak, then I won't buy it anymore, so don't buy it anymore." Zhen Minglang was very arrogant. The old fox was afraid of this instigation.

"Don't interfere, brother, then tell me which one do you like?"

The old fried dough stick played hide-and-seek and instantly grabbed Zhen Minglang's arm, and it was obvious that he was bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.

"Uncle said the wrong thing. If you choose one, the uncle won't make money."

"Okay." Zhen Minglang agreed, but he knew in his heart that if he really chose one, this old guy would even cheat him into death. This kind of trick of trying to get, which seemed to be a gift, was self-defeating for Zhen Minglang!

Zhen Minglang tossed and turned two things, but deliberately grabbed a piece of pastel porcelain that was fake and had a detailed shape, "How much does this cost?"

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