Chapter seven hundred and eighteenth just ask if you accept
The sky has darkened and the lanterns have begun to light up.
The streets in the distance were crowded with people, but in front of the stall at the entrance of Wenbaozhai, there was a brief silence, but this silence was soon broken by a burst of ridicule.
"Pfft...a piece of paper, am I right?"
"The people of Daxuan Kingdom actually chose a piece of paper as a cultural treasure. What kind of look is this?"
"Well... don't tell me, this paper is yellow and dirty. It's really not ordinary paper. Maybe it's a cultural treasure? Hahaha... I'm sorry, I can't make it up anymore..."
Seeing Feng Shaoyang take out the yellowed piece of paper, the crowd burst into laughter. Zhou Hu also glanced at the piece of paper, and then said to Feng Shaoyang with a sneer: "This piece of paper was placed on the stall before, and I also looked at it out of curiosity.
However, this paper is simply an ordinary piece of rice paper that has been stored for many years, and you can mistake it for a cultural treasure. Master Feng Wen, you really have a 'unique vision', hahaha..."
Hearing the ridicule from a group of people around him, and what Feng Shaoyang said, Feng Shaoyang, who didn't have much confidence in the first place, suddenly felt a thump in his heart.
Could it be that this time even ‘Troublemaker Su’ missed the point?!
But no matter how panicked he was, he couldn't lose his momentum. Feng Shaoyang held his neck and pretended to be strong: "Don't worry about it, I will make a conclusion later after the identification. Besides, I don't see anything special about that mirror of yours."
At most, you are just good-looking, do you think you must be Wen Bao?"
"Even if it isn't, it must be better than your rags."
"Bastard, who said it was rags..."
The two of them were facing each other tit for tat, and neither one wanted to be weaker than the other. Seeing that the two sides were about to quarrel again, the stall owner quickly stood up and said: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious... Who picked Wen Bao and who didn't?"
Choose it, let me help you unlock the restrictions on it, and it will be clear."
While talking, the stall owner had already taken the items on both sides.
The stall owner dealt with Zhou Hu's jade mirror first. Judging from the appearance alone, the jade mirror was completely jade in color and had patterns on its surface. In terms of value and beauty, it was indeed better than Feng Shaoyang's piece of yellow paper.
, so the surrounding onlookers are also full of expectations for it.
After the stall owner took the jade mirror, he first asked someone to bring a basin of water. The water looked ordinary, but Su Pingan felt a different aura from it.
"It smells like demon blood." Su Pingan frowned slightly.
However, the smell is very light. It seems to have been diluted in some special way. Most people can't smell it without paying attention. Even if they smell it, they may not know what it is. But Su Ping'an has been at the border for a long time, and it is even more in-depth.
Wan Dashan kills demons and seizes treasures, so he is extremely sensitive to the smell of demon blood.
The stall owner then soaked the jade mirror in the basin of water, soaked it for about two or three breaths, then took it out again, wiped it dry with cotton cloth, and then displayed the jade mirror in front of everyone.
Then he explained: "Everyone, there are no restrictions on this jade mirror now. To show fairness, this jade mirror will be jointly appraised by both of you who participated in the bet. You can naturally know the quality of this object based on literary and artistic appreciation. Please...
…”
The actions of the shop owner are understandable. In fact, he naturally knows which ones are cultural treasures and which ones are not. But to be fair, everything needs to be done superficially.
"I come!"
After Zhou Hu heard what the stall owner said, he couldn't help but reached out and took the jade mirror back into his hand. Then he immediately mobilized his literary energy to pour it into the jade mirror.
However, after being filled with literary energy for a long time, it was filled with loneliness. The jade mirror was unable to inject even a trace of literary energy into it.
"this……"
Zhou Hu suddenly froze on the spot, his expression dull.
"Hahaha... Just by looking at his expression, you can tell that this guy has an eye." Feng Shaoyang has been staring at the other person's expression, and now he knows the result by looking at the former's reaction, so there is no need for him to test it again.
The people around Canaan College were still unwilling to give in. Many students reached out and took the jade mirror to test it, but in the end they all looked gloomy.
"How could it be possible? We looked at it carefully many times and found out that this jade mirror is not a cultural treasure?"
"Damn it, I really made a mistake."
"It's just that this jade mirror is so well made, we are all deceived by appearances."
Zhou Hu gritted his teeth fiercely, looked at Feng Shaoyang who was gloating with some displeasure and said: "Don't be so proud, my jade mirror is not a cultural treasure, so why is your piece of broken paper? In the end, at most we two
It’s just a draw.”
"Oh, really?!"
Feng Shaoyang smiled playfully, appearing very strong on the surface, but in his heart he had no idea.
The stall owner quickly soaked the piece of yellow paper in the water. It only took three breaths, but Feng Shaoyang felt that his days were like years. Wang Shaotong and Xiao Fuzi behind him were even worried about whether the piece of paper would be soaked in the water.
It was immediately soaked away.
Except for Su Pingan, no one at the scene could believe that this piece of paper could be a cultural treasure.
"Okay, okay, take it out quickly, it will rot if you soak it any longer..."
Feng Shaoyang was extremely worried and quickly urged the stall owner to take out the paper.
Fortunately, this piece of yellow paper is ugly, but the quality seems to be surprisingly good. When the stall owner took it out of the basin, even the yellowing marks on the surface had faded a lot, and the surface of the paper had become a bit dull.
Too white.
This time, before the stall owner could speak, Feng Shaoyang took action first, carefully holding the piece of paper in his hand, and then using Wen Qi to evaporate it dry, Feng Shaoyang slowly poured Wen Qi into it.
People all around also stretched their necks and squeezed to look over here, and everyone was attracted to him for a while.
And when Feng Shaoyang's literary spirit was injected into it, an unexpected scene appeared. The originally yellowed paper actually glowed with a gray light, as if a thin cloud was covering the paper.
Seeing this scene, Feng Shaoyang immediately shouted with joy, "Look, this paper is not tattered, it has a reaction, it has a reaction, hahaha..."
Seeing that the piece of paper could really inject literary spirit, the crowd around him suddenly exploded.
"Ah, is this scrap of paper really a cultural treasure?"
"It's unbelievable, it's really unbelievable. Who would have thought that such a piece of toilet paper could actually be a piece of writing paper? It's really unexpected."
"This guy from Daxuanguo has something special. He can even pick up leaks like this. This guy must have stepped on shit!"
Hearing the last words, Feng Shaoyang immediately became unhappy, "Who, who said that? I found it out based on my ability. What do you mean stepping on shit? You are just jealous of me!"
"Xu..."
There was a crowd of boos and cheers all around. Everyone saw this guy's anxious expression, and no one believed that he found it with his real ability.
When Guan Feng saw that the piece of paper was really a cultural treasure, he was even happier than Feng Shaoyang. He jumped out and said excitedly: "I just said that this paper is a cultural treasure. I picked it. I picked it.
The really powerful one should be me, hahaha..."
No matter who picked it out, Daxuanguo found a cultural treasure as the first thing they found, so the bet was already half won.
As long as Dali Country doesn't pick a Chinese treasure next, Feng Shaoyang will definitely win.
Feng Shaoyang felt proud and proud at the moment, and said to Zhou Hu: "How about it? I just want to ask you if you accept it?!"
Zhou Hu looked at the opponent's villainous appearance and gritted his teeth with hatred, "I don't accept it!"
"Okay, if you don't accept it, come again!"
Feng Shaoyang waved his hand, as if he had already won, and picked up the next thing to start the second round of treasure appraisal.
