Coming out of school, looking at the blazing sunshine above my head.
"It's holiday, do you want to go out and play?"
"Do you know which places in the city specialize in selling antiques?" Chen Xing said.
"Antiques? You want to pick them up?" Wang Bin couldn't help laughing.
"No, I've just always been interested in this area and wanted to take a look."
"Why didn't I know you were interested in antiques before? Let me think about it. There seems to be an antique market over there on Lianhua Street. There are many stalls, but most of them are fake. Real antiques are also sold by others.
It’s very expensive, but you can still be more professional than professionals.” Wang Bin said.
Seeing Chen Xing's insistence, Wang Bin raised his hands and said, "Okay, it's a holiday anyway, so I'll go and see with you."
The two took a taxi and went straight to Lianhua Street.
Lianhua Street is not far from the school, just within walking distance of the starting price.
The eaves of the shops on the left and right sides of Antique Street block the sun, and there are two rows of street stalls under the shadow of the eaves.
There are many pedestrians in the middle of the street and it looks very lively.
"There are so many people." Wang Bin did not expect that there were so many customers on Lianhua Street.
I thought there wasn't much business on this street.
"Young man, would you like to buy some Nanyang Kuaimu?" the old man nearest to the left greeted.
Chen Xing looked towards the uncle's stall. The uncle's stall was filled with palm-sized wooden carvings. These wooden carvings were all carved with strange, big-headed little people, wearing strange clothes. There was not much beauty, but there was quite a bit of exotic style.
"What is this Kuimu wither for?" Chen Xing squatted down and picked up a wooden wither. The wooden wither was lighter than expected. The bottom was hollow and the inside was hollowed out. "Kuimu? I haven't heard of it.
This kind of wood."
"This is a kind of sacrificial offering from Nanyang. It represents good luck and is very auspicious." said the old man.
Wang Bin, who was standing nearby, coughed when he heard this, "Uncle, why did I hear that this Kuimu was used as a sacrifice for the dead over there?"
"Ah, what did you say?" The old man had a strategic deafness attack.
Chen Xing touched all the dead wood on the stall and found that there was no such cool feeling.
Get up and leave to continue browsing other stalls.
Half an hour later, Chen Xingdu began to doubt whether it was the right choice for him to come to Lianhua Street to find antiques.
Because, the property bar doesn't respond at all.
Chen Xing squatted on the ground and touched the antiques on the ground with his palms.
"Have you found any real antiques?" Wang Bin went to the nearby store to buy an ice cream and followed Chen Xing slowly.
"Let's watch for a while." Chen Xing shook his head.
Wang Bin rolled his eyes. Instead of going indoors to play on this hot day, he came to the antique street to look for antiques.
Only stay at a stall for a short time, touch everything on the stall, and then leave.
Crazy!
Near the end of the street, when Chen Xing was about to give up, he accidentally saw something placed on a stall next to him.
There were several pieces of bronze, and there was still mud on them that had not been cleaned off.
Of course, mud is nothing new. Along the way, five of the ten stalls had dust and dirt on their items.
It's just that the things on this stall look a bit simple, just a few fragments of copperware and seven or eight bowls.
Chen Xing knelt down and touched it with his hands.
After touching all the remaining pieces, there was no response.
Chen Xing was a little disappointed, but also expected.
It is normal that it is difficult to obtain these golden attribute points.
The hand finally landed on a gray and simple stone statue on the side.
The familiar cold and biting feeling pierced the fingertips, and a cold current flowed into the body along the fingers.
Chen Xing was a little surprised in his heart.
That’s it!
Chen Xing focused on this stone statue.
The outlines of the stone statue's facial features are all very vague, and it is difficult to see clearly the specific facial features of the statue. Perhaps it was too long, and the outline of the clothes on the surface was no longer clear.
Chen Xing remained silent. There were two stone statues on the stall, but neither of them responded.
Chen Xing picked up a porcelain bowl next to the stall and asked, "How do you sell this bowl?"
"This is a bowl from the ancient Fu Dynasty. It has a history of more than a thousand years. There is one exactly like this one in the museum in the city." The boss said with a naive smile.
"I know, it's the same style as Yiwu." Chen Xing said.
The boss's smile did not change and his mouth was still tough, "This is from the ancient Fu Dynasty."
"One hundred yuan, do you want to sell it or not?" Chen Xing said.
"This is an antique with history and heritage. You want to buy something with history and heritage for only 100 yuan?" the boss Yang said angrily.
"I mean, one hundred dollars, I took all three bowls."
"No, I can only take one, and the cost price is quite high." The boss shook his head.
"What's the cost? It's only a few yuan per dozen in Yiwu Small Mall." Chen Xing said, "I just looked at the old bowls and made them very carefully. I took them back and kept them as ornaments."
"Fifty-one, you buy three, and then choose one from my stall."
"This stone must wither." Chen Xing said.
The boss picked up the stone carvings and said, "This stone carvings are inherited from my ancestors. I dug them out of the soil at home two days ago. They are good things."
"It's amazing." Chen Xing laughed, "Okay, I'm too lazy to negotiate the price with you, just install it for me and don't damage it."
"Okay." The boss happily put several bowls and a stone in two plastic bags respectively to prevent the stone from breaking the bowl.
The boss was very pleased with himself. He buried the bowl in the backyard for a month and then applied the additives off. The total cost of the bowl was no more than two yuan, which was a huge profit of dozens of times.
As for the stone carving, he took it from the altar of a ruined temple in the village when he went to collect things.
"By the way, did you really dig this stone statue from your backyard?" Chen Xing, who was about to pay, asked casually.
The boss was stunned, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could this stone statue really be a good thing?
But that's not right. He just took it casually. The ruined temple was not an ancient temple. He had inquired about it and it was just a new temple built in the village.
It has a history of several decades at most. This stone statue has no historical background and is not made of gold, silver, copper or iron, so it is worth much.
But that's not right, there are two stone carvings in my stall, and the other two stone carvings were taken together with Tian Tou who sent them away.
If they were really valuable, why wouldn't he want the other two stone carvings?
The boss's mind was active and he suddenly said: "No, no, no, you choose something else. This thing is not given away, only sold. I remembered that this stone carving was left to me by my ancestors. It is a treasure passed down from my ancestors."
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"..." Chen Xing narrowed his eyes.
It seems that I acted too hastily and alerted the boss.
However, the cold current in the stone statue has been absorbed by himself. This stone statue has no meaning to him. He just wanted to ask the boss how he obtained the stone statue.
"Then forget it."
Chen Xing put the three bowls on the ground, took back his right hand that was about to pay, and pulled Wang Bin to get up and leave.
The stall owner was dumbfounded. Do you really want to stop?
"Hey wait a minute, can these three bowls be sold to you cheaper?" the boss shouted.
But Chen Xing's back has already gone away.
After that, Chen Xing and Wang Bin went shopping throughout Lianhua Street, and were going to visit the antique shops on both sides of the street. Unfortunately, the goods in the antique shops were only for eyesight, not for hands-on use.
This made Chen Xing a little regretful.
After coming out of the antique street, Chen Xing and Wang Bin went to play a script killing game. After the script killing, they had a hot pot meal in the mall and went back to their respective houses in the evening.
At night, Chen Xing opened the properties panel.
Looking at the attributes above, there is a plus sign behind the artistic conception level White Crane Fist.
Is there a higher realm beyond the artistic conception level?
Chen Xing's eyes lit up.
Just select the plus sign.
The plus sign disappears, and the name of the artistic conception-level White Crane Fist becomes a blur.
This time, it is not the artistic conception level at the back that becomes imitating, but the three characters White Crane Fist at the front.
The White Crane Fist became like a lake, and a lot of memories emerged in my mind. I lived in a cottage by myself in the wilderness, watched the mountains and rivers, and continued to deduce the follow-up path of the White Crane Fist.
One year, two years have passed...
But it stopped abruptly when it was halfway through.
The follow-up power was not enough, and everything came to a standstill.
Mohu's writing became clear again, and the three characters "White Crane Fist" were restored.
Gold attribute points are also returned.
Not enough?
Chen Xing looked at the returned golden attribute points and fell into deep thought.
It seems that the attribute panel can push one's martial arts to a higher level.