Although there are not as many tourists in Liulichang as there are in Panjiayuan, it is still lively. The streets are busy with cars and people.
This was also the first time for He Qing to come to Liulichang, and he was not familiar with the surroundings at all. Fortunately, Lin Haitao, who was familiar with the place, led the way, so he followed, and the two of them started walking around leisurely.
He Qing found that there were very few people setting up street stalls on the streets of Liulichang, but there were many shops on both sides, and all that could be seen were small stores. There were also a few antique shops with dazzling signboards, such as "Yidege" and "Huaiyin".
Shanfang", "Ruguzhai", etc. After being introduced by Lin Haitao, He Qing found out that those larger-scale shops were all time-honored art and antiques shops. Some of them have a history of more than a hundred years and have been preserved for a very long time.
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During this period, He Qing and Lin Haitao visited several stores, but the situation was not as good as He Qing imagined. Most of the items sold in those thrift stores were modern handicrafts, and the oldest items generally only dated to the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.
He Qing's first impression was very bad, and he felt slightly disappointed.
"Haitao, is there a place where antiques are concentrated?" He Qing asked casually after walking out of an art and antiques store.
Lin Haitao nodded quickly and replied: "Yes, there is an antique city there, and there are many antique shops in it!"
"Then let's go take a look." He Qing's mood cheered up a little after hearing Lin Haitao's words.
So, Lin Haitao immediately took He Qing to a nearby antique market. After arriving, He Qing was indeed pleasantly surprised. The antiques here were relatively concentrated. At a glance, he could see rows of canteens and stalls, and the vague surrounding atmosphere could be seen.
There is a red aura. Although the "baoguang" is not very obvious, it can still be seen, which means that there are still some old antiques in it and it is worth visiting.
But the results were not optimistic. Compared to Panjiayuan, this market is still not professional enough. Most of the antiques I saw were stationery items, calligraphy and paintings. Although the quality seemed to be good, the "clear goods" that can be found in Emmanuel
It's very common, and its collection value is not high, let alone being picked up.
He Qing had no choice but to give up the idea of picking up leaks here, but their efforts were not in vain. Before leaving the antique market, they each bought a set of good stationery supplies, the Four Treasures of the Stationery, pens, inks, papers and inkstones.
"Young man, look at your plump heaven and radiant face. You are so lucky!"
He Qing and Lin Haitao had just walked out of the gate of the antique market, when a man suddenly walked up quickly, looking at He Qing with a smile and said.
At that moment, He Qing and Lin Haitao couldn't help but look at each other. The man in front of them who suddenly blocked their way was very strange.
What made He Qing even more strange was that a tattered cloth bag hanging on the man's shoulder emitted red light.
Yes, that was obviously a "treasure light". It was the strongest group of "treasure light" he had ever seen in Liulichang. This meant that there was some kind of treasure in the bag on the unknown man's body, but was it worth collecting?
How much it's worth, I don't know yet.
At that moment, He Qing looked the man up and down casually, and saw that the man was wearing a black hat and a green robe. He looked like a Taoist priest. He was quite old, with a white beard and wrinkles on his face. He was about sixty years old.
Look.
A closer look at his demeanor makes one feel that he is somewhat of an immortal.
But the first impression he had on He Qing was that he had bumped into a magician and he must have bad intentions.
In fact, He Qing has often met such people on the street. Sometimes they are monks, sometimes nuns, and Taoist priests are also very common. When they see you, they will often give you a "lucky thing" and then ask you to pay for it.
If it had been in the past, He Qing would have just walked away immediately and stopped talking to the swindler, but the situation was completely different now. The Taoist priest seemed to have an extraordinary origin and was carrying some treasure.
Although he hadn't thought about getting the mysterious treasure in the opponent's bag, He Qing had great curiosity and just wanted to find out what kind of treasure it was.
"Haha, thank you." Seeing the old Taoist priest looking at him intently, He Qing said with a smile.
He originally thought that the Taoist priest would take out the "mascot" from his pocket and give it to them, and then ask them to contribute a donation. Who knew that the other party did not do this, but said seriously: "This
Young man, you are born with a good face, I have to show it to you, don’t worry, I won’t charge you any money, it’s completely free.”
"Oh, there's no need for this. I've already asked someone to look at it." He Qing replied casually. He shook his head and rejected the other party's "kindness" directly. Only then did he understand that the other party was looking at Xiangliu, so he
He Qing has seen a lot of simple deceptions like this, using fortune telling as a cover, and then extorting money. He Qing has seen it a lot on TV. He usually praises you first, then finds fault with you, starts to collect money, and flatters you.
It's called "breaking money and eliminating disaster".
"Others see it for others, but I see it for myself. How can others compare with me?" The old Taoist priest said confidently, "It is necessary for you to see this picture in my hand, and I will never charge you a penny!"
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"Thank you, but no need." He Qing shook his head. He only knew that his own destiny was in his own hands. How could anyone tell you accurately? So he didn't believe in fortune telling, nor was he interested in it.
"Brother Qing, let's go."
When the old Taoist was about to persuade him some more, Lin Haitao, who was standing aside, suddenly pulled He Qing and signaled him to leave. It was obvious that he was very tired of the old Taoist who came out of nowhere.
"Hey, don't leave yet."
Seeing that He Qing and Lin Haitao were about to leave, the old Taoist priest hurriedly stopped He Qing and said solemnly: "Although your luck is very good, the Yintang is darkened, and there may be a bloody disaster in the near future..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?! You are the only one who has suffered a bloody disaster!" Lin Haitao was very angry after hearing the old Taoist priest's baseless nonsense, and said to He Qing, "Brother Qing, don't listen to him. If he can calculate accurately,
Then is it necessary to find someone to read your fortune on the street? You can just buy lottery tickets, and you can easily get the first prize of five million?! What a joke!"
"Is that okay if you don't do fortune telling?" Lin Haitao scolded himself loudly. The old Taoist priest was not angry, but still calmly said to He Qing, "I have an immortal magic weapon here. You can take it every night.
Just put it next to the bedside in the bedroom. As long as seven or seven forty-nine days pass, all disasters will be over and it will bring you good luck every time."
He said it seriously. Hearing this, Lin Haitao just couldn't laugh or cry. He immediately called "Brother Qing" and motioned him to go away and stop talking to the mysterious Taoist priest. However, He Qing waved his hand to him and said: "Haitao"
,It’s okay, let’s see what kind of ‘immortal magic weapon’ it is.”
"Ah?!" Lin Haitao couldn't help but glared slightly, and said to himself: "What's going on?! Does Brother Qing really believe what this old bastard says?!"
He Qing didn't believe the old Taoist priest's statement, but he was curious about what the object in the other party's bag emitting a strong "treasure light" was, and what the fairy magic weapon he wanted to use to eliminate disasters was.
"Here, young man, this is this piece of porcelain." Later, the old man took out a piece of porcelain from his satchel. The porcelain was antique and obviously an antique.
"Blue and white gourd bottle?!" As soon as the porcelain was taken out, Lin Haitao recognized it. It turned out that the so-called "immortal magic weapon" was just a piece of blue and white porcelain. The blue and white gourd bottle didn't seem to have anything special, but it was different from the common gourds.
The bottles seem to be different, but I can't tell what the difference is at the moment. Anyway, it always makes people feel a little awkward, and the more they look at it, the more different they feel.
When he saw the gourd vase, He Qing's expression also changed a little, because he was surprised. He didn't expect that the "immortal magic weapon" that the Taoist priest took out to eliminate disasters was actually a piece of blue and white porcelain. The key is that the "treasure light" was exactly the same.
It emanated from that piece of porcelain, indicating that the thing might have a great origin.
"Young man, to tell you the truth, this magic weapon is very extraordinary." The old Taoist said as if he was boasting, "It is an immortal weapon left by my ancestor.
There is just such a thing.”
The more he spoke, the more outrageous he became. Lin Haitao, who was standing next to him, smiled bitterly. He could hardly stand listening to it anymore. Even a three-year-old child might not be able to deceive such a thing now, so how could he possibly deceive an adult?
Lin Haitao just wanted to go away quickly and get rid of this old bully who talked nonsense, but He Qing seemed to be interested in it and listened to the other party's analysis with interest.
"Oh, this magical weapon looks pretty good." He Qing said lightly, "Master, can you put it down so I can take a good look?"
"Of course, please take a look." The old Taoist priest walked aside and carefully placed the blue and white vase on the ground for He Qing and Lin Haitao to inspect it closely.
At the moment, He Qing directly activated his eyesight, and then saw the recorded image of the ins and outs of that piece of porcelain.
"Ah?! How could it be like this?! How...how could this be possible?!"
After reading it, He Qing's expression changed drastically, and he was horrified. He seemed to have seen some ghost through the piece of porcelain, otherwise his reaction would not have been so great.
"How is it?" Seeing that He Qing's expression was strange, the old Taoist said with a smile, "This is really a magical artifact of the Immortal family. It is a relic of my ancestor who became an immortal in the mortal world. Now I will give it to you.
I will help you eliminate misfortunes."
"You... you gave it to me?" He Qing asked, his tone obviously a little excited. Maybe he saw the big name, so he became more interested in the mysterious porcelain.
"Yes!" The old Taoist nodded vigorously and said, "I won't charge you for the magic weapon, but if you are sincere, give me some money for the incense. It will be regarded as doing good deeds for you and your family."
"Tch!" Hearing this, Lin Haitao despised the old man in his heart. Isn't this just collecting money in disguise?
But he didn't do anything to dissuade He Qing. Everything was decided by him. Anyway, the magician couldn't defraud them of a lot of money.
"Okay." He Qing nodded and agreed without hesitation, and said, "Then I will accept this magic weapon. I will give you 10,000 yuan to add some incense to your Taoist temple."
"That's great!" The old Taoist said with surprise and joy, "You are really a destined person!"
"Brother Qing——" Seeing He Qing preparing to take money out of his bag, Lin Haitao quickly pulled him.
He didn't expect that He Qing would give the old Taoist priest so much money. He originally gave him a few hundred, but he just wanted to forget it. Who knew that He Qing was so generous and offered ten thousand. Although the blue and white piece was an old antique, it might have been
It's a magic weapon, but it's not worth much money anyway. Paying 10,000 yuan is obviously a big loss.
"Haitao, it's okay, just think of it as doing something good." He Qing shook his head calmly and said.
Then he took out 10,000 yuan from his bag without thinking and handed it to the old Taoist priest. After taking the money, the old Taoist gave a few more emphatically instructions, got up and left the scene, leaving behind the strange aura of the bird.
blue vase.
Lin Haitao had no idea, but He Qing had already seen it clearly. He knew the origin of that piece of porcelain. Getting the gourd vase was equivalent to an adventure, because the origin of that thing was so magical.