Gou was 100 years before the game opened

Chapter 40 I really found a treasure

"Appraisal! Appraisal! Appraisal..."

Fang Chang frantically used identification techniques on the objects on the middle-aged stall owner's booth.

It's okay if it doesn't have an appraisal, but once the appraisal is made, he can't help but call the black-hearted stall owner in his heart.

Ten out of ten items on this booth are fakes.

Until he No.30 used identification six times.

His brain suddenly emptied, as if something had been yanked away suddenly, and the mana in his body gushed out like a flood, and it was emptied in an instant.

His feet were weak and he almost fell down.

"Hey, kid, don't bully me."

Even the middle-aged stall owner, who had been fishing steadily, almost didn't sit still.

At this time, Fang Chang's face was dark and white, his temples were wet with sweat, and his hands and feet were weak, as if he had just walked out after fighting seven times in a row last night.

And Fang Chang suppressed the excitement in his heart, and showed a calm smile to the middle-aged stall owner:
"Boss, I'm fine, I'm just a little anemic, just eat some candy."

As he spoke, he actually took out a piece of hard malt candy from his pocket.

Sure enough, after eating the candy, Fang Chang's face looked much better.

The middle-aged stall owner was relieved and muttered to himself:

"I'm still anemic even though I've practiced it. It can't be some evil technique."

Fang Chang let out a long breath, and the whole person has regained his calm.

The identification technique just now drained his mana all at once, and also consumed most of his mental strength, before giving the identification result for one of the objects on the booth.

It must be known that he only spent a little mana to identify a low-level spirit like the Zijiao Spirit Bamboo before.

It made Fang Chang think that the consumption of his appraisal technique was constant.

In front of the field of vision, the appraisal result has appeared.

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[Broken Jade Slips of Inheritance of Merit]

[Introduction: The seemingly ordinary jade slips contain incredible spiritual power.Recite the Heart Sutra silently three thousand times to unlock the secrets in the jade slips. 】

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Aside from other things, the four words on the Jade Slip of Gonggong alone are enough to touch people's hearts.

The law cannot be passed on lightly.

Ordinary-level and legal-level exercises can still be recorded on white paper for future generations to read, but once they reach the spiritual-level and above exercises and spiritual arts, they must need enough carrying objects.

The Jade Slip of Passing Gong is one of them.

This jade slip is not ordinary ordinary jade, but the jade in the stone that grows in the vein of spirit stone and is wrapped by spirit stone. It is born with spirit, and the structure of spirit energy is the most stable.

In many cases, the refining of magic weapons requires the jade in the stone as an auxiliary to reconcile the spiritual energy conflicts in the spiritual materials.

But its most important role is still used as a Jade Slip for passing on merit.

Because the aura structure of Shi Zhongyu is stable enough, it can carry the traces of Dharma and Dao.

Every jade slip that has been used represents a skill or spiritual inheritance of spiritual rank and above.

As for Shi Zhongyu, because the aura structure is too stable, many people will regard it as ordinary miscellaneous jade, without extremely high vision and insight, it is impossible to identify it at all.

At least if Fang Chang didn't have identification skills, he wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

"The ancients do not deceive me, there are really treasures in the small stalls."

For a moment, Fang Chang looked at the middle-aged stall owner with a gentle gaze.

This is a nice guy.

We don't care about the matter of defrauding me of two taels of silver.

Fang Chang started to copy and picked out all the jade products on the booth. There were five pieces in total, including the ordinary Pixiu jade pendant.

"Boss, what are these prices?"

The middle-aged stall owner said indifferently: "Seeing that you have been looking at it for a long time, you are considered to be willing to buy it. I will consider it cheaper for you, one piece of spirit stone, but this jade buckle costs five spirit stones."

The middle-aged stall owner pointed to the jade slip and marked it emphatically.

"what?!"

Fang Chang looked surprised and said, "Why is it so expensive?"

The middle-aged stall owner smiled coldly and said, "These are all items from the Secret Mansion. Do you know what the Secret Mansion is?"

Fang Chang shook his head ignorantly and said, "I don't know."

So the middle-aged stall owner talked about that year again.

"If I hadn't been lucky, I would have lost my life a long time ago. This is my treasure in exchange for my life. If the price was cheap, I would be sorry for my hard work."

Fang Chang reluctantly put down his things:
"Boss, I can't afford it."

With that said, he got up to leave, but before he turned around and took two steps, he turned back and begged the boss:
"Boss, can you keep these few things for me? I'll come to you after I save enough money."

Seeing Fang Chang leave decisively, the middle-aged stall owner almost failed, but when Fang Chang turned around and came back, he immediately regained his composure.

He pretended to ponder, then sighed:

"Forget it, I'll give you a cheap price if you buy it sincerely. Hmm... How many spirit stones do you have?"

Fang Chang showed a shy expression, and said rather shyly:
"Just one spirit stone, and a few taels of gold."

"It's much better than that kid yesterday."

The middle-aged stall owner muttered a few words.

"Boss, what did you say?" Fang Chang pretended to be puzzled.

The middle-aged stall owner said: "It's nothing, there are so many stalls in the market, if you can walk in front of me and see my things, then we are destined for each other.

How about this, I'm at a disadvantage, except for this jade buckle, the other four pieces will be counted as one spirit stone for you. "

Fang Chang called out in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be surprised and said:

"Boss, are you really giving it to me so cheaply?"

The middle-aged stall owner said with a smile: "That's natural, every mouthful of nails, there can still be fakes."

"But I want to do anything, especially this jade buckle, I think it is a treasure."

Fang Chang looked serious, and soon struggled, and finally seemed to have made up his mind.

"Boss, I'll give you two spirit stones, and you can give them all to me."

He made a gesture that I don't want everything.

Silly boy, there is no reason for him to say that he is a treasure. Isn't this a clear way to let people slaughter him?

Fortunately, I met me, only a small slaughter.

The middle-aged stall owner smiled secretly. Seeing that the heat was almost ready, he showed a helpless look and said, "Okay, okay, doing business is like fighting a war. I'll give you two spirit stones."

Fang Chang looked happy: "Thank you, boss, you are such a good person."

Then he took out a spirit stone from his pocket, and another spirit stone with a scent from his boot, and handed it to the middle-aged stall owner excitedly.

Then he picked up the five pieces of jade and ran away without looking back, as if he was afraid that the middle-aged stall owner would regret it.

The middle-aged stall owner weighed the two spirit stones in his hand and smiled contentedly.

"Stupid boy, make another buck. If only everyone was as stupid as this."

"The less bastards you were like yesterday, the better."

He wasn't actually lying.

Back then, he had indeed witnessed the birth of the secret mansion, and he had also seen scenes of battles between gods and magic weapons flying wildly, but he never dared to get close.

It wasn't until the fighting ceased that he dared to take a look, and then dug up some scattered weapons, debris, and rags.

Just a junk picker.

He has tried all these rags, and they are all worthless things.

That jade buckle is one of them.

He had some impressions, and deliberately tossed for a long time.

As a result, needless to say, the gap on the top was broken by himself.

But this does not prevent him from packing these things and putting them together with the fakes he made.

Others think that they can find treasures among fakes, but they don't know that these so-called treasures are all rubbish.

If everything is fake, his small stall will not be able to continue.

"I don't know if there is anything left after digging there for so many years. In the past few years, there have been more and more stupid newcomers, and there are not enough liars."

The middle-aged stall owner planned to go to the previous war site to dig again after the fair was over and pick up some junk.

(End of this chapter)