The antique market is still so lively, but we didn’t stroll around, but came directly to Zangbaoxuan.

The boss of the profiteer was still sitting at the counter. After hearing that I wanted to buy the "Tactic Collection", he enthusiastically introduced it again: "My little brother is indeed extremely eye-catching! This book is actually my heirloom! But seeing the little brother's beautiful eyesight and talented personality, it is perfectly matched with this book! Since that's the case, I can only bear the pain of giving up. The price of friendship is 9,000!"

"What? I'd give you eight thousand two months ago!" Seeing that he was so unintentional, I couldn't help but exclaim.

The boss showed a 'you don't understand' expression and said, "The same cabbage, can the prices in spring and autumn be the same?"

"But what does ancient books have to do with seasons?"

"Okay, little brother, then let me ask you, which one is worth a hundred years old or three hundred years old? It must be that the longer it is spent, the more valuable it is. How can the price two months ago be compared with the price two months later?"

Seeing that I was stunned by being frightened, Master Jiang walked up and said, "Stop talking nonsense. This paper and binding technology were both from the Republic of China period, and it is worth up to 200 yuan."

"Wocao? Why don't you rob it?" The boss stopped doing it, and the price of 9,000 yuan was bargained to 200 yuan. This was simply a robbery!

Master Jiang showed an unfathomable expression: "Although you are a handwritten manuscript, it is not a famous work. Its appearance is average. If it were something from the Ming Dynasty, it could have been kept until now? It had been bought by collectors long ago."

The truth was revealed in one word, and the boss said with some confidence: "Although the real book was from the Republic of China period, it is the original work of the calligraphy master 'Niu*'! Look, there is also a handwritten signature behind it."

Master Jiang waved his hand: "What a great guy, I haven't heard of it! Why not do this? Everyone shows sincerity and take a step back. I'll add some more, and you'll be cheaper, how about it?"

"This is almost the same." The boss agreed.

“Two hundred and one.”

“Eight thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.”

The two of them spoke at the same time, Master Jiang said he could give one more, while the boss said he was a cheaper one. But I was speechless, neither of these two guys had any sincerity!

Sure enough, the boss said, "Okay, let's not talk nonsense. You are a person who understands the profession, so I don't want much. This book is at least 2,000 yuan. If you want it, take it away!"

"Three hundred, I didn't bring too much cash when I came out today."

"Then I'll give you a little cheaper, 1,900. If you really don't have cash, go to the bank to get it. You can swipe your card." As he said that, the boss took out a Pos machine and placed it on the table.

"Since that's the case, I'll add twenty, three hundred and two..."

In the next ten minutes, they rolled up their sleeves, and various bargaining techniques emerged one after another, and it was so dark that it was so miserable! In the end, Master Jiang was slightly better and bought the ancient book at a price of 450. The boss was so angry that he stared at him and couldn't do anything to him.

I walked out of Zangbaoxuan with the "Tactic Collection". I was in a good mood and asked, "Master, how did you know that this is a book from the Republic of China?"

"I have studied these things before, don't you still want a peach wood sword? But it seems that I can't find the authentic one here."

"Look, let's forget it if you don't."

While searching, Master Jiang asked, "Boy, I heard you have a master?"

"Who heard?"

"Yun Sheng, she also said that you have peerless magical skills, but you were not 18 years old before, so your master would not allow you to use it."

That was just a pussy I pretended to be a casual pussy yesterday, and it was really hard to explain, but the third, fourth and fifth brother taught me martial arts, so I was half a master, so I nodded: "That's right."

The master asked embarrassedly: "Does your master still accept disciples?"

Puff! I almost vomited blood and said quickly: "No!"

“That’s a pity…”

At this moment, the ugly ghost suddenly exclaimed, as if he had discovered something and floated forward, and I hurriedly followed him.

I saw the ugly ghost stopping in front of a stall. The stall was very simple. There was a piece of cloth on the ground, with several gossip mirrors on it, and there was a basket next to it, with more than a dozen wooden swords in it. The stall owner was a man in his thirties, holding a fan and constantly slapping the wind. When he saw us coming, he hurriedly called out, "Brother, buy a peach wood sword, the price is cheap."

Master Jiang looked at the peach wood sword in the basket and said, "Brother, your wooden swords are not of good quality, where did you get them?"

"Brother, I'm going to tell you, I was a chef who worked for people to make a living and kept renting a house. But just two weeks ago, when I was at work, a lawyer suddenly came to me and said that my grandfather was dead and all his inheritance was left to me. In fact, it was not my biological grandfather, but a distant relative. The old man had no children and had no children. I bought something to visit him during the holidays. Who knew that he had already made a will, saying that if he died, he would ask the lawyer to leave all his inheritance to me. The inheritance was his house, but he liked Taoist things very much, and he collected a lot of gossip mirrors, peach wood swords, etc., but these things were useless to me, and it was a pity to throw them away, so I took it here to try my luck and see if it could be sold."

At this time, the ugly ghost was staring at the ugliest wooden sword in the basket. The wooden sword was a little charred and seemed to have been burned by fire. The ugly ghost stretched out his finger and touched it gently, but when he first touched the wooden sword, a sudden change occurred! His fingers evaporated quickly as if they had vaporized!

But there was no anxious look on the ugly face. He slowly retracted his hand and said, "It's indeed a lightning strike. Buy it."

Even if I did it again, I could see that this was a treasure! But I couldn't show it. What if the stall owner stopped selling it? So I pretended to be indifferent and asked, "How did you sell this wooden sword?"

"I see that there are also people selling peach wood swords over there. They are 50 per sword. My swords are a little different, so it's 30 per sword."

I pretended to hesitate and said, "There are 13 wooden swords in this basket. I want them all. Will I sell them for 300 yuan?"

The stall owner hurriedly nodded: "Sell, sell. There are a few swords here with very different quality, especially the one, which seems to have been burned by fire." He pointed to the 'Thunderwood' sword and said, "Those bad quality will be given to you for free."

"Yeah, this basket..."

"Send it to you too!"

I looked at Master Jiang with a smile: "Give me money."

Master Jiang's expression was full of displeasure: "Don't you just say it's just a handful?"

"What's wrong with buying a few more? Besides, how much did I help you? I saved your daughter last night." Hearing this, Master Jiang had to take out three hundred yuan with a painful face. The stall owner hurriedly took it over, for fear that we would regret it. But what he didn't know was that the wooden sword he looked down upon the most was exactly what I wanted most!

Holding a basket of wooden swords and walking out of the antique market, Master Jiang said viciously: "Boy, you must be a profiteer in the future, you can't make a mistake!"

In response to this, I could only say hehe, saying, "We will divorce each other and will not owe each other in the future. I will leave first, beg..."

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Then, holding a basket of wooden swords, he took the bus home.

There were not many passengers in the car. I sat in the last row and asked in a low voice: "Ugly, what is lightning-striking wood? It seems to be very powerful."

The ugly ghost did not disappoint me and replied: "Thunder strikes the wood, also known as thunder strikes the wood, thunder strikes the wood. As the name suggests, it is a tree struck by lightning. Among them, jujube trees are the best. Thunder strikes the wood is the most yang thing, and ghosts are afraid of it."

"Is that so powerful? I remember two years ago, there seemed to be a tree nearby that was struck by lightning. Why don't we collect lightning-striking wood?"

The ugly ghost shook his head with only half and said, "It's not that simple. A real lightning-striking wood refers to a tree that can survive by lightning, and only the part that is struck is called a lightning-striking wood. If the tree dies after being struck, the part that is struck is not considered a lightning-striking wood. The reason why it is called a yang thing? It is mainly due to the credit of lightning. If the tree is struck and dies after being struck, it means that the struck tree cannot store lightning energy, so it is just a piece of charred wood, not a lightning-striking wood."

"So that's it? That lightning-striking wood must be rare, right?"

“Not bad, very rare.”

"How come you know so much about ugly ghost?"

The ugly ghost frowned: "I don't know, I can't remember..."

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After dinner, my father said he wanted to take me to the hospital. I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with Dad? I'm not sick."

"Why aren't you sick?" The father looked stern: "Your mother told me that you came back with a basket of peach wood swords today. Is this happening?"

"Yes, but that's what I used for training. You should know that I'm learning Tai Chi swordsmanship recently."

The father leaned on the chair: "You are just like Tai Chi swordsmanship? Use two tricks to show me."

"Boy obeys the order!" I hugged my fists, ran back into the house, took out an ordinary wooden sword, and started dancing in the living room.

This sword technique has been practiced for almost two months, and the connection between moves is proficient, such as sword-stinging, sword-slipping, sword-wiping, sword-wiping, sword-wiping, and sword-wiping. Even my mother who was washing dishes in the kitchen was attracted. After I finished practicing, my mother clapped and said, "Look, my son is doing quite well!"

"Hmph, it would be great if I had studied so well." My father glanced at me and said, "Get dressed and prepare to go to the hospital."

"Dad, I'm not sick."

Seeing that I was so scared, my father was happy: "Who said you were sick? Do you still remember your Aunt Zhang?"

I thought for a while: "Aunt Zhang? That Aunt Zhang from your company? She is sick?"

"It's her child, and it's said that she's not in good spirits,"

I breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Is that child in elementary school? I saw him two years ago. He is quite lively, why are he in a bad mood?"
Chapter completed!