As the temperature of the weather dropped, it snowed twice in succession. There were no fishermen around the lotus pond, and the leaves were falling one after another, making it a lot deserted.
After Xue Chen came back, he went straight to the bedroom on the third floor, sat beside the bed, took out the Western sword from the box, squinted his eyes to admire the exquisitely crafted sword, and saw the red color lingering on the sword.
The smell of black.
Since condensing the Jade Eyes, he has seen three different auras. The funeral parlor staff contracted the accumulated gray aura from the corpse, Han Shiying was planted with a black aura derived from the so-called witchcraft, and then there is the red aura on this sword.
The smell is black.
Without exception, the three breaths give people a bad feeling. They are definitely harmful and useless to people, but for him, it may be a big gain.
If this red-black aura is peeled off, will there be spiritual energy inside? Xue Chen is eager to try, and is ready to start peeling off the red-black aura immediately.
Buzz.
When the suction force suddenly rose, the jade pupils seemed to tremble faintly, acting on the sword in his hand.
The red and black aura lingering on the sword was much easier to deal with than it was to treat Han Shiying. After resisting for more than ten minutes, it began to vibrate violently.
Tsk.
As if a piece of rag was torn, the invisible red-black aura lingering on the Western sword was torn apart by the suction of the jade pupil, and all of it was annihilated and disappeared in front of him. Depressingly, the red-black aura dissipated, but not
The spiritual energy appeared, but there was no trace at all.
"well."
Xue Chen was a little disappointed, but soon became excited again. It was a pity not to get the spiritual energy. But getting this sword for free was already a big gain, but it was worth one million US dollars, so he decided to keep it for collection.
Since moving here, the safe from Jingyun Street has also been moved over and placed in a corner of the bedroom. He walked over and knelt down, opened the safe with three layers of password protection, and looked at the contents inside the safe.
The eight collections on display are full of love.
The Qi Family Knife was a trophy he won at a treasure hunting competition held by three pawn shops on Yongtai Street. It is very important in terms of value and significance, and it can be regarded as the first collection in the true sense.
There are also Jin Nong's wonderful paintings, Qianlong's pastel butterflies playing with flowers dressing box, Northern Song Dynasty Jun kiln six-edge carmine red ice cracked vase, and of course the most precious and precious cloud-patterned lion-eared three-legged Xuande stove!
In addition, Liu Songnian's four scenes and a pair of embroidered fragrant shoes placed in the Haicheng and Yang'an stores were also included. Both stores have entered the normal track and no longer need these two antiques as attractions.
Guest exhibits.
The last item was not of high value, but Xue Chen had been carefully preserving it. That was the string of rosary beads given to him by Master Miaohai, whom he had only met once. Its value was completely incomparable with the previous seven items, but in Xue Chen's eyes
It's very unusual here.
There are eight collections, including porcelain, calligraphy and painting, and bronzes. Now, Xue Chen has placed this Western sword in the collection as the ninth collection.
"Huh, there's a long way to go."
Seeing that there was still a lot of free space in the huge safe, Xue Chen rubbed his hands, thinking that sooner or later he would fill the safe with the antiques he liked.
After locking the safe and going downstairs, Gray Ball, who was lazily lying on the ground, immediately stood up energetically, raised his tail high and came up to meet him, and rubbed his body a few times.
The little golden eagle is growing rapidly, and the growth rate of the little Caucasus is equally astonishing. When standing with all four limbs flat, the height has reached Xue Chen's waist, nearly 60 centimeters, and the weight has reached 50 kilograms!
Caucasian is a super-large dog breed. Xue Chen learned about it online. Now Gray Ball’s height and weight have reached the minimum threshold for an adult Caucasian.
But like the little golden eagle, Hui Qiu is still only a half-grown child. He is still a long way from his true maturity and has a lot of room for growth.
"Hui Qiu, come here." Xue Chen sat on the sofa, smiled and waved his hand, and Hui Qiu jumped on the sofa, lay down next to him, and put his huge head on his lap.
After playing with Gray Ball for a while, Jiang Huilan opened the door and came back from outside. At this time on weekdays, Jiang Huilan should have returned from sending Erniu to kindergarten. When she looked back, Xue Chen knew what was going on.
"Sister Jiang, are you going to get your hair permed?"
In the past, Jiang Huilan always had short hair that reached her ears, which looked very plain, but now there are some tiny curls under the short hair, and it was also dyed a little lavender, giving it a more fashionable flavor.
Jiang Huilan saw Xue Chen looking at her permed hair, her face was a little hot, she hummed softly with some embarrassment, and then said nervously: "Doesn't it look good?"
"How is that possible? It's very beautiful."
"real?"
"certainly."
Seeing that Xue Chen said she looked good, Jiang Huilan breathed a sigh of relief, and her heartache over spending one hundred and twenty yuan to perm her hair eased a little, and the corners of her lips curled up.
For three consecutive days, Xue Chen went to Sunan City every day. Just as he said, after three days, Huo Shaolin basically recovered completely. Apart from being a little weak, Xue Chen could actually do it in one go and divided it into three parts.
Day time is to avoid being too incredible.
Huo Dongting watched his old father's body recover as before. Naturally, his son was very happy. He specially called a chef from a hotel and planned to cook a sumptuous dinner to celebrate his father's recovery and thank Xue Chen for his kindness.
help.
During these three days, Xue Chen also met a lot of people. For example, he met all three of Huo Shaolin's apprentices. What surprised him a little was that he saw Zhu Yun from Xiaolingshan Film and Television Base again.
Xiao, only when he found out that he was the son of Huo Shaolin's eldest disciple did he finally understand.
Huo Shaolin has three apprentices, the eldest apprentice Zhu Hengshan, the second apprentice Qi Xing, and the third apprentice is Li Yitian. When they learned that the master had recovered, the three of them rushed over in person.
The disease comes like a mountain falling, and the disease goes away like a thread spinning.
Huo Shaolin, who was fresh and fresh, left the room where he had been lying in bed for more than ten days. He felt much more relaxed and felt lighter when he walked downstairs, as if he had been reborn.
The first thing I did when I got downstairs was to check whether Xue Chen's fists were worn out.
On the grass covered with a light layer of ice and snow in front of the villa, Xue Chen performed all twenty movements of the Tiger-shaped Fist from beginning to end in front of Huo Shaolin, Huo Dongting, and three apprentices.
For the first fifteen punches, Huo Shaolin smiled and nodded with satisfaction. He felt more mature, even when he was young, he was just like this. By the last five punches, the smile on Huo Shaolin's face turned into alarm.
The last five punches are the most difficult to master. If you don't master the key points, not only will you not have the power of a tiger, you will even be worse than a sick cat, and it will be very ugly.
Xue Chen's last five tiger-shaped punches were so powerful that the tiger and the tiger made wind, and the movements were sharp and fast, and the air they hit made a crackling sound.
Not only Huo Shaolin, but also the expressions on the faces of everyone on the side changed. Zhu Hengshan and Qi Xing, who didn't know Xue Chen well, were both shocked.
Li Yitian, who was still suffering from illness, looked even more ugly because he was the only one of the three apprentices who taught Tiger Form Boxing, but Xue Chen's training was even more refined and pure than him.
"good!"
When Xue Chen finished twenty boxing moves in one go, Huo Shaolin spit out the word "good" that he had been holding in his throat for a long time! It was not just good, but very good, which surprised him.
Far exceeded his expectations.
Huo Shaolin's eyes flickered: "Okay, you have mastered 60% of the essence of the best five moves, which is very good."
Xue Chen breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked back with a faint smile, thinking that if he used rejuvenation to strengthen his body, it would not be a problem to perform at 90%.
"Yitian, come and beat me again." Huo Shaolin turned around and said.
Li Yitian's face was pale and green, and he said with embarrassment: "Master, my health is not good yet."
He visited several major hospitals in various cities these days, but no expert or professor guaranteed to be able to cure his disease. Although his condition did not continue to worsen, it never got better, which made him feel frustrated and irritable.
Huo Shaolin then remembered that Li Yitian had experimented on himself to prove that Xue Chen was talking nonsense, so he got the same disease as him, and he frowned.
After a pause, Huo Shaolin looked at Xue Chen and said, "Xue Chen, his body..."
"Oh, I can treat him, but there will be a fee." Xue Chen said calmly.
"You're asking for three million, it's obviously blackmail!" Li Yitian shouted, with an annoyed look on his face.
three million?
Everyone present had different expressions. Huo Dongting had a calm expression on his face, while Zhu Hengshan and Qi Xing both felt a little unhappy for their junior brother Li Yitian.
Huo Shaolin pondered for a moment and said in a serious tone: "Yitian, you can't blame Xue Chen for paying a high price. I remember correctly. You were the one who destroyed Xue Chen's renovated shop. Have you compensated?"
Li Yitian's mouth twitched: "No."
"I can see clearly that the conflict between the two of you happened because you were doing things for the daughter of your friend, the director. Generally speaking, the fault lies with you, and I don't blame Xue Chen for asking you for three hundred yuan.
Wan." Huo Shaolin became increasingly dissatisfied with the behavior of his young apprentice in the past two years.
"I have said that martial arts practitioners should not be overly greedy for enjoyment! Did you buy that new car?" Huo Shaolin pointed to a brand new silver-gray Aston Martin sports car parked in front of the villa and asked.
Li Yitian nodded with a displeased expression. He ordered the car a month ago and just picked up the car yesterday.
"Hmph!" Huo Shaolin snorted heavily, "Okay, if Xue Chen cures your illness, you don't need to drive this car, and you will pay Xue Chen the cost of treatment and the damage to the shop.
From now on, the grudge between the two of you will be wiped out, and don’t let me hear any rumors again."
When he heard that his master wanted to give his Aston Martin to Xue Chen as a medical expense and to make up for the store's losses, Li Yitian's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He was about to refuse loudly, but his sleeve was pulled by Zhu Hengshan who was standing beside him.