Chapter 41: Tongling Gorge turns danger into good fortune, Jinpengzhuang is hard to distinguish between friend and foe (3)

Author: Fu Jiangshan

Chapter 41: Tongling Gorge turns danger into good fortune, Jinpengzhuang is hard to distinguish between friend and foe (3)

A few days later, Yangjume City.

Since the founding of Dali by Duan Siping, the country has been peaceful and peaceful. Although Duan Siying, Duan Siping's son, was usurped by his uncle Duan Siying for the throne, the people still lived and worked in peace and contentment without much impact.

When Murong Yunyao came to Dali for the first time, she saw that the local customs and customs here were completely different from those in the Central Plains. She couldn't help but feel that everything she saw was new. She was so playful that she wanted to visit the places of interest in Dali, but when she touched the empty money bag in her sleeve, she sighed.

His tone was, "Oh, it would be great if I could just pick up some more money..."

While she was thinking wildly, she saw a group of men wearing white buns and white double-breasted coats walking towards her. These men were talking and laughing to themselves, but when they passed by Murong Yunyao, they seemed to be attracted by her beauty.

, his steps slowed down slightly, he smiled and nodded at her, and then walked away.

Murong Yunyao didn't care about the looks of several people and walked forward quickly. But she had only taken a few steps when she suddenly tripped on a hard object under her feet. She just thought it was a stone and kicked it away.

But she felt that the weight of this thing was quite heavy, and it seemed that it was not an ordinary pebble, so she couldn't help but lower her head and take a look.

She was surprised to find that what she kicked out was actually an ingot of silver. Then she bent down to pick it up and weighed it in her hands. She found that the ingot of silver actually amounted to fifteen or six taels. She hurriedly looked at the backs of the men.

Shouted: "Hey, your money has dropped!"

The group of men did not look back, either because they did not hear what Murong Yunyao said clearly or because they did not understand Chinese at all. Murong Yunyao wanted to catch up, but the group of men had already disappeared into the alley.

Murong Yunyao put the heavy amount of money in her hands and laughed, "Hahaha, I'm so lucky these days! Someone comes to rescue me when I'm in danger. I can pick up money anywhere without spending it. Is there such a thing as a fairy?

Could you help me secretly?" She thought as she subconsciously walked towards the east.

Murong Yunyao felt that everything was new. She was a little tired from looking around, so she stood in front of a shop and wanted to take a rest. The shop behind her was a family bookshop, and a man with gray hair but a handsome face was sitting at the counter.

Playing with a string of bracelets behind her.

Murong Yunyao looked at this person, was startled for a moment, and then walked over with a smile, "We have a long way to go, but we are destined to meet each other. Old man, we are really destined! We met briefly in the barren mountains a few days ago, and thought we would never see each other again.

Here we are, I didn’t expect you and I to meet again in Dali!”

The man raised his head when he heard this, smiled slightly and said, "You and I are indeed destined. I wonder if the girl is visiting the shop and wants to buy any books?"

Murong Yunyao had no intention of buying books, but when she saw that this bookstore had all kinds of books, and there were many rare books that were not found in ordinary bookstores, she thought, "Although I don't want to read, Brother Yun is addicted to books, so why not

Help him take a few books back, sending a gift of goose feathers from a thousand miles away is too light to show affection."

She was just thinking about it when she saw the bracelet in the man's hand and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Uncle, I have had a bracelet since I was a child, which is exactly the same as the one in your hand. Where did you get yours?"

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The white-haired man seemed slightly surprised when he heard this. He handed the bracelet to Murong Yunyao and said, "This bracelet was given to me by a friend of mine who owns a pawn shop a few days ago."

Murong Yunyao took the bracelet and her expression became extremely excited, "Old man, this bracelet is the one I bought, and it has my name engraved on it!" She said and pointed to a small gourd-shaped pendant on it.

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The white-haired man smiled and said: "You and I are really destined! The bracelet is a woman's thing, and I have no use for it, so why not return it to its original owner."

Murong Yunyao nodded excitedly, "Thank you, old man!" She said, taking out a small piece of broken silver from her arms and handing it to the white-haired man, "Old man, I don't have much silver on me. You can take this piece of silver, right?"

Take it as my wish!"

The white-haired man said: "I run a bookstore, not a jewelry business. I will give this bracelet to the girl for free. If you insist on repaying me, just buy a few books and go back."

Murong Yunyao nodded hurriedly and picked out the book in the bookstore. The white-haired man picked up a book at his side and started reading. At this time, a short and fat man walked into the bookstore quickly.

He looked like a wealthy official, holding several ancient Buddhist scriptures in his hands. As soon as he entered the door, he said anxiously: "Brother Mu, you are finally back! A customer just came to my pawn shop to pawn these books. Please help me quickly."

Check to see if it’s genuine!”

The white-haired man took the few Buddhist scriptures that seemed to fall apart at the first touch, took a look at them in his hands, and said without thinking: "This is the authentic work of Wang Mojie. Although it is not priceless, it is hard to find for a thousand pieces of gold."

, how much did you charge for it?”

When the pawn shop owner heard this, his eyes lit up with laughter, "Brother Mu, I only spent five hundred taels of silver on these Buddhist scriptures. I was just worried about receiving fakes and urgently asked a good brother to come and taste them. Now, brother, I will

Don’t worry. Tomorrow is Zhuang Zhuang’s birthday, and I will take these Buddhist scriptures as a congratulatory gift!”

Murong Yunyao saw that the white-haired man could recognize these ancient Buddhist scriptures as Wang Wei's authentic ones with just one glance, and curiously came over, "Old man, you are so amazing! How do you distinguish the authenticity?"

The white-haired man said without hesitation: "Wang Wei's calligraphy is neat but elegant. It seems ordinary but has a fresh and refined feeling. Only those who often appreciate calligraphy and painting can feel the charm."

Murong Yunyao was stunned by this man's insights. She looked at the white-haired man as if she was seeing a god. Upon seeing this, the pawnshop owner laughed and said: "My dear, this brother Mu is very capable and has a broad vision."

Very good. Whether it is paintings, calligraphy, gold and stone inscriptions, or martial arts secrets, you can tell the authenticity at a glance with his precious eyes. If it weren't for his help, my pawn shop would not be so prosperous!"

The white-haired man smiled and said: "Brother Qian, you are so ridiculous. We help each other. If you hadn't always helped me, how could I have collected so many rare books?" After saying that, the two looked at each other and laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Extremely.

Seeing that the two of them were talking happily, Murong Yunyao didn't want to disturb them anymore, so she turned around and went to pick out books from the tall bookshelf. She originally wanted to take a few authentic works of the Tang Dynasty back, but she remembered that she only had fifteen taels of silver with her.

I couldn't even afford a book corner, so I had to pick two books written in white. Then I walked to the white-haired man and said, "Old man, I want these two books."

The white-haired man looked at the cover with a smile, and then said: "Girl, who did you buy these two books for?"

Murong Yunyao said: "Buy it for a friend."

The white-haired man smiled lightly, "This girl's friend must be a handsome young man, right?"

Murong Yunyao was startled and her face turned red, "You... how do you know? Don't you know how to appraise antiques and also look at people?"

The white-haired man shook his head, pointed at the two books and said: "Girl, these two books are "Fangzhongshu". If a girl wants to give this kind of book to someone else, she will probably give it to her husband."

Murong Yunyao didn't understand Baiwen, so she only thought that what was recorded in the book was the customs and customs of Dali. If Yun Zixiao attacked Dali for the Song Dynasty in the future, it would definitely come in handy. She just thought that she had picked up a treasure. But after listening to the white-haired man

Then, she suddenly felt that the book in her hand was no longer a book, but two pieces of hot charcoal. She saw her cheeks turned red, threw the book on the ground, ran away like smoke, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

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Seeing her like this, the white-haired man smiled slightly, stood up and picked up the two books, but then he felt a little sad, "Yao'er's expression is exactly the same as Xue'er's back then. I wonder if Xue'er, who has already escaped into Buddhism, is the same now.

well……"
Chapter completed!