Hua Zhuyue reached out to grab his arm. After lifting it up, she realized something was wrong, and slowly put it down. She looked not far away and said, "She's here."
Xu Chunliang followed her gaze and saw Mo Han walking over from the pier. Accompanying her was a middle-aged man. The man was wearing black clothes and sunglasses. He looked extremely indifferent.
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Xu Chunliang whispered: "Who is this guy?"
Hua Zhuyue shook her head. She had never seen it before, and whispered: "What? Are you jealous?"
Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "Why should I be jealous?"
Hua Zhuyue said: "Bao Buqi, like you, is also an expert invited to help identify cultural relics."
Xu Chunliang's eyes were fixed behind Mo Han, because he saw a familiar figure appearing behind Mo Han. That person turned out to be Xue Renzhong, and Xue Renzhong should have come with Mo Han.
The reason that allowed Xue Renzhong to help Mo Han was definitely not money. Xue Renzhong had recently lost his beloved son and was suffering from chronic illness. He had previously regarded Xu Chunliang as his only hope to save him.
Xu Chunliang secretly thought that there are only two things that can move Xue Renzhong now, one is to avenge his beloved son, and the other is to cure his Netherworld Cold Poison. When I met Mo Han this time, I felt that she and Nanjiang
With obvious differences, full of confidence, and high spirits, has she found a way to restrain her obsession? Or has she been pretending from the beginning and successfully deceived herself?
Xu Chunliang believed that the latter was unlikely. Mo Han had most likely found a way to alleviate the problem, but this method could only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.
Xu Chunliang's attention was more focused on the man in black. As the man in black approached, he tried his best to sense the other person's breath. To Xu Chunliang's surprise, he did not notice the other person's breathing and heartbeat.
, this is simply impossible, no one alive can escape his feeling.
When the man in black passed by Xu Chunliang, his footsteps paused, but he did not look back and still chose to continue walking forward.
Hua Zhuyue gently touched him with her elbow, and Xu Chunliang came to his senses. Mo Han and others had already passed by him.
After a few people walked away, Xu Chunliang whispered to Hua Zhuyue: "That man in black is a master."
When Hua Zhuyue heard Xu Chunliang speak so solemnly, she immediately put away her thoughts of ridicule and whispered: "That person made me feel very uncomfortable, like a...dead person!" She thought about it for a moment before speaking.
After saying that, she felt lifeless and lifeless.
Xu Chunliang nodded. It shouldn't be wrong for Lian Hua Zhuyue to feel this way. The other party used this method to block the outside world's perception of him. Xu Chunliang even thought that the man in black might have noticed the difference in him.
, everyone has a different aura, different genders, different ages, the aura behaves differently in the outside world.
The aura of a person who has entered the innate realm is more like that of a newborn baby. Xu Chunliang did not make any special cover-up because he had never thought that there were people in this world who could reach his current realm.
Xu Chunliang stopped in front of a stall that sold antique weapons. Xu Chunliang chose a sword from it. He didn't need it. The purpose of buying it was to use it as a flower for self-defense. After weighing it for a few times, he took the sword from
Slowly pulled it out of the sheath. I saw a ball of brilliance blooming out, as graceful and clear as a hibiscus emerging from water. The carvings on the hilt flashed out a deep light like stars. The sword body and sunlight were integrated, like moonlight flowing calmly across a pond.
Soothing, it is indeed a good sword.
The stall owner grinned and said, "One million."
Xu Chunliang couldn't help but laugh: "You are really willing to speak."
"Uncle, please see clearly. This is a divine sword made by the master swordsmith Ou Yezi himself. Please read the words on it carefully."
Xu Chunliang said: "I know the word, isn't it Chunjun?"
A voice came from the side and said: "Since you recognize it as Chunjun, you should know that this sword is a perfect work forged by heaven and man. To cast this sword, the Red Pansy Mountain has been broken for thousands of years and tin has been produced for thousands of years.
When the Ruoye River dried up, copper came out. When the sword was being made, Thunder God forged the iron, Rain Lady poured water, Jiaolong held the furnace, and the Emperor of Heaven loaded the charcoal. The master swordsmith Ou Yezi accepted the order of Heaven and worked hard with the gods to forge and polish the sword for ten years.
.After the sword was completed, the gods returned to heaven, the Red Pansy Mountain closed as before, the waves of the Ruoye River rose again, and Ou Yezi died of exhaustion. This sword has become its last song."
Xu Chunliang looked up, but the person he spoke to was an old acquaintance whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Shi Taiping, a master of Jeju theft, had been forced to hide after his affair with Zhou Yiwu's wife was revealed. Unexpectedly, he would also appear at the ghost market tonight.
Xu Chunliang recognized Shi Taiping, but Shi Taiping did not recognize Xu Chunliang after the disguise. He said to the stall owner: "Sell it to me for five hundred thousand."
The stall owner shook his head and said: "You know this sword is so precious, but you still offered me such a low price. My bottom line is 800,000. If it's less than this number, I can't even think of taking it away."
Xu Chunliang laughed. He could tell as soon as Shi Taiping appeared that this guy was a bastard, and nine out of ten he also had a share in this stall.
Ou Yezi's pure Jun sword only sold for 800,000 yuan? If it were a real thing, I'm afraid someone would be willing to take it for 8 billion yuan.
Xu Chunliang said: "Eight thousand, if you like it, sell it or not."
The stall owner said angrily: "Are you insulting me?" He stared at Xu Chunliang eagerly, as if he wanted to fight with him.
Xu Chunliang flicked his wrist, and the sword in his hand made a buzzing sound. The sword bent like a snake, and then straightened up instantly with its own resilience. This shocked both Shi Taiping and the others.
Xu Chunliang said calmly: "The sword is a good sword. It's not more than ten years old. The steel mouth is good. It's pretty good for cutting people."
The stall owner said: "If you don't want to buy it, just put it down."
Xu Chunliang handed the tip of his sword towards the stall owner: "Eight hundred!"
The stall owner wanted to refute, but he felt a biting cold air coming from the sword's edge, as if there was an invisible blade approaching his throat. This feeling made him feel an unspeakable fear from the bottom of his heart.
He didn't dare to refute, and said tremblingly: "Okay..."
Shi Taiping looked at the stall owner in astonishment and almost stopped shouting, "Is this guy stupid? Eight hundred dollars is not even enough to make a counterfeit."
Xu Chunliang took out a thousand yuan and threw it on the stall: "The extra two hundred yuan will treat you two to tea."
Xu Chunliang returned his sword and sheathed it, and he and Hua Zhuyue walked towards the auction site. When he recovered, Shi Taiping chased them. Shi Taiping shouted: "I told you two, stay back, stay back."
Xu Chunliang turned to look at him and said, "Do you have anything else?"
Shi Taiping grinned and said: "We are all brothers in the world, and I like this sword very much. How about this, if I pay five hundred more, you can give me the sword." In fact, the antique stall just now belonged to him.
, thinking about whether it was real or fake, he wanted to buy some goods. His psychological price for this sword was 20,000 yuan. If someone took away 1,000 yuan, he would definitely suffer a big loss.
Hua Zhuyue said: "You don't understand the rules of the ghost market? Believe it or not, I will chop you down!" She gestured to draw out the sword.
Xu Chunliang grabbed her wrist and said with a smile: "If you really want to take it, you can do it, two million."
Shi Taiping was dumbfounded, how could this guy be darker than himself? He swallowed his saliva, nodded bitterly and said: "It's a long way to go, we'll see you again when we are destined."
Hua Zhuyue looked at Shi Taiping's hastily leaving figure and couldn't help but laugh: "It seems that he is still going to make trouble for you."
Xu Chunliang said: "I didn't expect that there are fine products among fakes. This sword should be worth tens of thousands of dollars."
Hua Zhuyue said angrily: "You actually want to resell the things you gave me to others, let alone two million, I won't sell them even for two hundred million."
Looking at her cute and charming look, if it were not for the scene in the ghost market, Xu Chunliang would most likely be honest with her and send 500 million to her.
Entering the auction site requires a second capital verification, and everyone must prove that they have brought enough money.
The two million cash that Hua Zhui brought monthly was not a large number among the guests attending the auction tonight. Chen Qianfan and Pu Jian brought four boxes of money, totaling six million. In addition, they also brought some precious
of cultural relics.
Although Chen Qianfan is Xue Renzhong's godson, the two of them pretended not to know each other when they met face to face. This is also the consensus of the ghost market. No matter what your relationship was in the past, as long as you are not together, you will be treated as strangers. This way you can avoid the problem.
Everyone exchanged greetings and greetings.
Xu Chunliang and Hua Zhuyue were led by someone to sit down at their seats. Not far from them was the One-Eyed King Zhao Tiehan.
The auction site was also temporarily arranged. A circle of trees outside was wrapped with plastic wrap to form a space isolated from the outside world. The texture of the plastic wrap is transparent, and the outside can see the conditions inside and hear the sounds inside. There is another biggest advantage.
It is able to block the wind. The wind on the island is very strong at night.
At one o'clock in the morning, the auction started on time. The person in charge of the auction was an old man wearing a Tang suit. His name was Liang Shangjun, and he was also a big shot in the literary and entertainment industry. He was even more senior than Xue Renzhong.
As usual, the organizer of the ghost market usually comes out to say a few words before the auction, but today Jiang Yucheng did not show up, instead entrusting Liang Shangjun to act as the sole agent.
Liang Shangjun smiled and said: "Tonight's auction is hosted by the old man. Everyone should know the rules. I'll make a long story short. We are auctioning three treasures on your behalf. It all depends on your ability to distinguish the authenticity. If you have real skills, you can find a treasure trove of gold and silver.
, I’m happy for you. If you happen to get punched in the eye, we won’t take responsibility. You only have to blame yourself for not being good at learning.”
Zhao Tiehan said in the audience: "Old man, let's start quickly. Everyone knows the rules."
Liang Shangjun chuckled and said: "Master, don't be impatient. I'd better make it clear first. You pay for the treasure and deliver it. If you regret it, I'm sorry, but you have to keep the deposit. Let's continue tonight."
Shoot, if the price is higher than your bid, you can just slap your ass and leave. But if the price is lower, you have to make up for it by how much it is lower, otherwise you will have trouble with Mr. Jiang and all the friends present."
