The second volume, the entry into the WTO, the 102nd chapter of the wind feather
At this time, Xi Chen and Xi Wushuang came over with their mother. Xi Wu was holding a paper fan in both hands and muttering, "Why do these people say this fan is valuable? I can't tell it at all."
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"Okay, you've been nagging all this time, so why don't you imitate your brother and be quiet for a while? Your father gave you the fan because he was afraid that you would get hot. It's better for you. You almost sold it. If I hadn't stopped you, I would have watched you go back.
Don’t get scolded!”
"I know, Mom, don't mention that I want to sell it. If my brother doesn't tell me, and you don't tell me, then Dad won't know."
Xi Chen walked by and said, "I won't say it until I finish."
Xi Wushuang and the other three approached, and before they arrived, they ran over, smiled, opened the paper fan and handed it to Xi Long, "Dad, what good news do you think I brought?"
"You, it's good news. I'll be thankful if you don't cause me any trouble."
"Humph, you don't know, I just showed this fan to others, and you know, they all said that this fan is worth a lot of money!"
"Is a paper fan as precious as you say?"
"If you don't believe me, ask your brother and mother."
Xi Chen and his mother followed, "Indeed, someone did say that, but it's just one person, how can there be many?"
Xi Chen followed: "However, what they said should be true. I have observed and asked briefly. That person is a Huizhou cloth merchant, and his ancestors are quite knowledgeable about embroidery. It is considered a family inheritance. It is not like saying
Literally, she even wanted to spend a lot of money to buy it."
Liu Shengyan also stepped forward and took a closer look, "I'm a rough man, I can't understand this kind of needlework, but your son is very observant and is a good business prospect. Boss Xi, you have a successor."
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Liu Ye and Jiang Xingwan next to them were not interested in this thing at all, but when the paper fan was opened, they were surprised. They only felt a burst of air blowing, and the paper fan had passed from Xi Long's hand to Jiang Xingwan.
in hand.
Xi Long was slightly unhappy. If you like something, you can't grab it so openly. "Miss Jiang also likes this fan?"
Jiang Xingwan took it over and opened it slowly. He took it into his hand and Liu Ye carefully identified it. They raised their heads and looked at each other. They seemed to be sure of something, and they both showed a hint of joy.
Xi Long looked at their expressions and guessed that this was probably a good thing, but his expressions were not pretty.
Liu Shengyan was an old man, so he immediately knew what it meant, and quickly pulled his daughter, "What do you mean? After reading it, return it to Uncle Xi!"
"Jiang Xingwan felt that something was not right in the atmosphere, and realized that his behavior just now was a bit reckless. Liu Ye stuck out his tongue cutely, "My senior sister and I just saw the words on this fan. They were a bit familiar. We were so surprised.
I didn't pay attention for a moment, I hope Uncle Xi won't take offense."
Jiang Xingwan spoke even more directly, "How offensive. Sorry, may I ask where you got this paper fan?"
Seeing that they didn't seem to be fake, Xi Long felt very depressed: "Is there really something strange about these fans? They are all so precious. A friend gave them to me on the way. What's wrong?"
Liu Ye quickly asked: "Uncle Xi, is that person named Feng Yu?"
"Do you know each other?"
"Senior sister, that's great. We finally found him. He has been hiding under our noses for so long. When we see him, we must ask senior brother to feed him three big bags of poison and choke him to death!"
"Is it because the calligraphy on this fan was written by his own hand that it was recognized? How dare this little brother Feng Yu's calligraphy be so valuable!"
Liu Ye explained with a smile: "Uncle Xi, you don't know something. What is really valuable is not his handwriting. His handwriting is just like his person, handsome and upright, but it cannot be called everyone. Who will buy his handwriting?"
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The most valuable thing is the paper fan itself. Its paper is tribute paper, which can only be allocated by the imperial court in the capital. There is only one place open to the public, and that is Jinxiufang in the capital. It is the only one in the capital, and it is unique, so it is very valuable.
In addition, the pattern on this paper was embroidered by the ladies of Jinxiufang. This is the craft of the palace courtyard, official embroidery, and their goods can only be customized, so this fan is worth a lot of money."
Xi Long was once again surprised by Feng Yu. Who was this person? He could be associated with Jinxiufang. Could it be that he was a descendant of a wealthy family in the capital who went out to study under his master? Sure enough, he was underestimated.
"I wonder if Uncle Xi knows where Feng Yu is now? We have something to do with him."
"I really don't know about this. We separated when we entered the mountain gate. This fan was given to me by him before. He said he would wait for the people from the master's sect to come together, and the invitation was not on him."
Only then did Jiang Xingwan react, "Indeed, a sect only has one invitation. He does not belong to the sect now. He is considered a casual cultivator. He probably has no intention of getting along with others and looking for another way."
Liu Ye was also surprised by this answer, "Is it related to the mission assigned to him by the great elder? He went directly to do the mission."
"It is also possible. After all, the great elders and the others are very meticulous in their work, and there are very few things that cannot be calculated. Forget it, let's wait a little longer. The task may be a bit difficult, so we will come back two days later."
"Well, that's fine. The tea party here would be really boring if you don't have any acquaintances. Dad, you and Uncle Xi have known each other for a long time. Can I go with Sister Jiang and the others so that I can have company?"
Liu Shengyan had never had any ideas about his daughter, otherwise he would not have allowed her to go out to study with a teacher. "It's up to you. Just don't cause trouble to others. My daughter will be Miss Lao Jiang."
"It doesn't matter, she is my junior sister, I should take care of her, then we will leave first."
On the other side, Ouyang Zixuan and the other six were talking about Wuwei Peak. Yin Wudao happened to be carrying Feng Yu, who dropped the flute he had picked up, and was playing with it in his hand.
"Yin Wudao, wait a moment and don't move."
Yin Wudao was confused by the person she called, "Hey, Ouyang Zixuan, what do you mean? Bullying me, I can't beat you now, right?"
Ouyang Zixuan ignored him, took the flute and looked at it twice. The white beard on this flute was too conspicuous. She had only seen one person use a white beard. "Where did the flute in your hand come from?"
"Didn't I tell you that it belonged to the friend I was with? He left something next to me. I looked for it but couldn't find it, so I brought it back."
"Is that person dressed in white, very young, shorter than you, and in better shape than you?"
"You know him?"
"Is his name Feng Yu?"
"I can't really be your friend."
Ouyang Zixuan returned the flute, "Not a friend, but a casual acquaintance. I saw him playing this flute, and the music was very nice."
An Yinan couldn't sit still while listening to their conversation, "Hey, who is Feng Yu you are talking about? Could it be the person I know?"
"Do you know him too? Is this person so famous? Why have I never heard of him before?"
"If it's really the one I know, I'm afraid his origin is not simple. He is from the martial arts academy."
"The Capital Martial Arts Academy? That basically means he belongs to the imperial court. How could he come to participate in the martial arts conference?"
Mo Dingxuan, who didn't talk much, followed up: "I heard from the master that there may be changes in the imperial court. The Jianghu is the Jianghu under the imperial court. If you really interfere in the Jianghu, it's not a bad idea. Who can resist? I just hope it is a blessing and not a curse.
, after all, things have not been peaceful in the world recently."
Ouyang Zixuan also said helplessly: "Yeah, everything about Jianghu is just a cloud. Prince Xuan of Jiangdu seems to have taken action. I'm afraid this change will shake a lot."
Zhuge Zhi was not worried at all, "What are you worried about? Jianghu is a root of the temple. All they want to do is that some people want to destroy order and some people want to restore order. If we follow, what can happen? Think about the worst.
, If someone really wants to make a move on our country, Tang Dynasty, your sect will really be indifferent. Just say Brother An, your family, Guiminggu, has always done business with the royal family in the capital. Can you really be alone? I only make friends with friends.
Character, identity and background are all in vain."
"There is nothing to be afraid of. They stand high and have great power. If the sky falls, they will hold it up. We are still behind. There is nothing difficult to make. At most, we can just travel to the end of the world in style. I haven't seen the beautiful scenery of our neighbors yet.
Got through."
"There are only a few of you and your master, and we are all raising families. How can it be so simple?"
"Hey, hey, hey, stop talking. Why are you talking about this? Think about the challenges in the next few days first. Don't be embarrassed by losing. Why do you want to go so far?"
An Yinan also turned around and said regretfully: "Brother Feng Yu is three years younger than me, but his strength is still very good. It's a pity that we didn't have the chance to compete with him."
Zhuge Zhi comforted the three of them: "Only the flute was found, but no one was found. It is more likely that he woke up and went to a place to heal himself. Why must we think of the worst? Since they are said to be strong, Brother Wudao can
It's not necessarily impossible for him to survive. It's just a matter of how quickly the injury recovers. Okay, okay, drink, drink, and go to bed. I've been listening to my old man nagging me these past few days. You guys are still nagging like this. It's boring."
In fact, Zhuge Zhi was right. Feng Yu really survived. Not only did he not die, but his strength soared by chance. During the time he spent practicing in the water, he unsurprisingly broke through to the eighth level. Even if he faced the Sixth Young Master, he would not be able to survive.
There is a faint tendency to take the lead. Everyone has special tricks and trump cards, and they even fight across borders. Feng Yu is not afraid of anyone in this regard.
Feng Yu had been sitting cross-legged in the pool for several days without getting up. The medicine was so powerful that it was still so powerful after countless years. Feng Yu spent a lot of time just absorbing the Heaven-breaking Pill.
I almost died from exhaustion. This was the first time I had practiced non-stop for so long. Physically, it was nothing but I felt better and better. But mentally, it was really a torture.