Pingfeng City is located at the foot of Pingfeng Mountain. The management in the city is lax and the laws are not strict. Therefore, many people from three religions and nine schools gather here, and most of the cultural relics, treasures or imperial forbidden items with shady origins are circulated and resold here.
There is a century-old store in the west end of the city. The plaque on the door of the store reads "Yu Yuan Pavilion". Although it is an antique store famous for its jade, after all, it has been in business for many years and has dabbled in all kinds of rare antiques. It has a good reputation.
not bad.
It's just that antiques are mostly the playthings of rich people. The saying that it doesn't open for three years, and it lasts for three years after opening refers to the current situation of this industry. Therefore, antique shops are mostly deserted all year round, with only one shopkeeper.
This is exactly the case now. The shopkeeper of "Yuyuan Pavilion" is named Feng. He is an old man of half a century. At this moment, he is taking a nap on the counter with squinted eyes. He snores loudly and blows a strand of goatee on his chin from time to time.
high.
But at this moment, a person walked in from outside the door. He was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing gray linen clothes, wearing straw sandals, and a straw hat hanging on his back.
As soon as he entered, he glanced around the store and saw that the shopkeeper was still sleeping soundly on the table. He couldn't help but look embarrassed and reached out to knock on the open wooden door.
Boom, boom, boom!
As the young man knocked on the door continuously, the shopkeeper not only did not wake up, but his snoring became louder and louder, and in the end he seemed to be confronting the young man.
The young man had no choice but to stop knocking on the door and shouted inside: "Shopkeeper! I'm here for business!"
"Huh!" The old man's snoring was choked in his throat, and he almost jumped up from the chair. While rubbing his sleepy eyes, he said conditionedly: "I don't know if the distinguished guest is coming.
, please come inside. Huh?"
In the middle of his words, the old man suddenly stared at the person with wide eyes. He wanted to say, "I'll treat you to tea inside," but when he saw clearly, he realized that the other person was just a teenager, and he couldn't help but angrily follow him.
The heart rises.
In fact, it doesn't matter that he's not too old. Many young men from rich families in the city especially like to be arty, so buying this antique is very generous. But the most important thing is that this young man is wearing linen clothes and straw sandals. The whole body is not worth a few copper coins, so what?
Maybe he's a young man from a rich family.
The old man was so angry that he puffed up his beard and said: "Where did you come from, little brat? Don't play in my store. You can't afford to pay for it if you break something."
The young man didn't feel annoyed after hearing this. Instead, he smiled and walked leisurely into the store with his hands behind his back.
"Take it easy, shopkeeper. Liang Yan, I'm really here to ask for the treasure."
"I don't care whether you have good advice or good advice, the things here are very delicate, so don't touch them casually." The old man rolled his eyes and said.
Liang Yan smiled and said, "You can rest assured about this. I'm just looking at it with my eyes, and I will never do anything." After saying that, he walked around the store and looked at the antiques in the store with seriousness.
This looks like half an hour.
The little old man sat behind the counter, holding his head with one hand, staring at Liang Yan closely with his small eyes, showing a look of contempt as expected.
"Humph, you are a country boy from outside the city. He doesn't know a lot of Chinese characters and is very poor. He wants to imitate other people's arty manners. It doesn't matter. Since you are quite sensible, I will let you feast your eyes."
The old man cursed in his heart.
"Shopkeeper, I think this calligraphy is pretty good, can you give me a price?" Liang Yan looked around inside and outside the store, and suddenly pointed to a copybook in the corner.
"Yuyuan Pavilion" mainly focuses on jade. Although it has dabbled in other aspects, it is definitely not a top-quality treasure. The old man glanced lazily at the corner and said lightly: "Huang Zhen's authentic work 'Guiyun Pavilion Collection'"
', It costs a hundred taels of silver even if you don't say much, boy are you sure you can get it?"
Liang Yan smiled noncommittally and said, "Please ask the shopkeeper to take it for a look."
The old man muttered for a while after hearing this, but he still slowly got down from the counter, took the copybook from the corner, returned to the counter, and opened the copybook in front of Liang Yan.
Liang Yan held his right arm with his left hand and touched his chin with his right hand. He nodded and watched. He looked decent.
But his superior demeanor didn't last long, and he suddenly glared and said: "Shopkeeper, are you fooling me? You actually used a fake copybook to fool me."
Upon hearing this, the little old man immediately felt as if he had eaten a firecracker and shouted angrily: "You kid is really ignorant. I see that you look poor and have never seen the world in your life. I feel sorry for you so I let you in to open your eyes."
.You don’t want to be grateful, but you still want to slander me. How unreasonable! How unreasonable!”
"Shopkeeper, please calm down and let me ask, which country is this Huang Zhen from?"
"Does this need to be said?" The little old man shook his head and said, "Huang Zhen is a member of the Yue Kingdom. Even the King of Yue has personally received him."
"At that time, Zhao and Yue were at war. I dare to ask the shopkeeper, since Huang Zhen is a master of Yue and highly valued by the king of Yue, how can he use Zhao's 'Xi pen'?" Liang Yan said, pointing at the copybook.
The last few words of .
"This" the little old man's face turned red. Zhao Guo calligraphy has its own school. "Xi Bi" comes from the "Eight Methods of Cursive Characters" in Zhao Guo calligraphy. It is a small habit used at the end of a line. It is indeed impossible for Huang Zhenhui to
The writing techniques used.
The little old man has been running an antique shop for decades, and his ancestors have been studying this business. How could he not know the authenticity of this post? However, the antique business has always pursued the principle of "eating on one's own merits". If a customer buys a fake product on his own,
He couldn't blame others. He had deceived the self-righteous rich kids in the city, but now that he was exposed by a poor boy in front of his face, it really made him unable to stand up.
The little old man coughed a few times and said: "There are too many goods in the store, maybe I punched my eyes. Anyway, since you are destined to this copybook, I will give you ten taels of silver."
"Twelve taels." Liang Yan secretly calculated in his heart. Since he entered Yixing Pavilion, he rarely went down the mountain. The only time he went down the mountain with Tang Diexian on a mission, he really didn't have much worldly money. At this moment, the whole body added up.
He was only in his early twenties, just enough to buy this copybook.
However, there is something special about this copybook, but he must win it no matter what.
Liang Yan had already paid attention. He only pretended to be reserved in front of the little old man for a moment, and he was about to agree to buy it the next second. But suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him, and then a clear voice said: "Shopkeeper, I have this copybook."
wanted!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the person was already in front of him. Liang Yan was startled and subconsciously reached out to grab the copybook. Unexpectedly, the person who came was faster than him. He had already grabbed the copybook with one hand and hurriedly put it into his arms.
Liang Yan grabbed an empty hand and turned around. He saw that the "meddler" was actually a teenage girl, wearing emerald green clothes, with two sky-high pigtails tied with a green ribbon on her head, with a red mouth and white teeth.
, big eyes and beautiful nose, really cute.
Liang Yan's face darkened, he coughed and said, "Shopkeeper, everything is first come, first served. I have already negotiated the price with you just now. You have to sell this calligraphy and painting to me."
"What's the deal? I didn't hear you say you wanted to buy it! Besides, even if you plan to buy it, you haven't paid yet, right?" The little old man rolled his eyes, turned to the girl and said with a smile: "Little doll
, I think you have a connection with this copybook, Grandpa, how about I give you twenty taels of silver?"
This little girl is dressed exquisitely, and she looks like the daughter of a wealthy family. The old man is such a good person, and he can tell at a glance that there is a profit to be made. At this moment, with a kind smile on his face, he is staring at the girl with a smile, and those who don't know think she is his granddaughter.
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"No problem!" The girl put the copybook into her arms, waved her hand very boldly, then took out a cloth bag from her waist, poured out two ingots of official silver from it, stood on tiptoes and placed it on the table, no more, no less, just right.
Twenty taels.
"Haha! Greedy, greedy!" The little old man burst into laughter and swept the silver on the table into the drawer behind the table.
The girl was very satisfied after getting the copybook. She jumped out of the antique shop without even looking at Liang Yan. Liang Yan put his hands behind his back and stared at the girl's retreating back with a thoughtful expression.
This girl was not an ordinary mortal, but a monk at the second level of Qi training. Liang Yan knew this the first time he saw her.
"As a low-level qi-training monk, the spiritual consciousness cannot be separated from the body. I relied on the 'Hunhun Kung Fu' to increase the six senses, and I barely realized that there was a mystery in this copybook, but this little girl is only a second-level qi-training cultivator.
