The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 431 Tian Huangshi

The place where Song Xing appeared was actually on a wide east-west street.

There are many shops, people are picking and choosing in front of the dazzling array of goods, bargaining loudly, the noise is one after another, the crowds are crowded, and it is prosperous.

From time to time, passers-by in old clothes passed by him in a hurry, each with his own joy, without any awareness of his sudden arrival.

Song Xing looked at this scene similar to the 90s, and fell into a trance for a moment.

Yuyin also thoughtfully changed him into the clothes of this era, making him less conspicuous in the crowd.

"Hey, little brother, little brother, look this way!"

A greasy-sounding voice rang in Song Xing's ears, and he turned his head to look, and saw a fat man squatting under the wall on the side of the road, who looked a bit naive, and was beckoning at him with winking eyes.

A piece of cloth was randomly spread on the open space in front of the fat man, and there were more than a dozen cultural relics placed on it. It was obviously a second-hand dealer who was playing around in Panjiayuan.

Seeing Song Xing looking over, the fat man's small eyes became more excited, and he waved his hands vigorously again.

"Yes, little brother, here and here."

Song Xing avoided the oncoming pedestrians, moved a few steps sideways, and came to Fatty's booth: "What's the matter?"

He lowered his head and randomly looked at the stalls under his feet. There were porcelain, pottery, bone carvings, copper coins, jade and even bronze wares.

The stalls are not big, but there are quite a lot of varieties.

Seeing Song Xing approaching, the fat man smiled, pointed to his right hand, and asked, "Brother, I just want to ask, can you sell this bead in your hand?"

"Pearl?" Song Xing was taken aback for a moment, then remembered the Qingyang Sword that had turned into a sword pill in his hand.

Fatty opened his mouth again and said, "Brother, this is the first time you have come to Panjiayuan. My surname is Wang, and everyone here calls me Fatty Wang. I saw you standing there for a long time. Are you planning to sell this bead in your hand?"

When Song Xing heard Fatty Wang blew himself up, he nodded and said, "My surname is Song."

Seeing Song Xing's quarrel, Fatty Wang lifted his spirits, and said again: "If Brother Song intends to make a move on the pearl in his hand, can you let me have a look?"

Seeing Song Xing staring at him without speaking, Fatty Wang quickly said: "Since Brother Song has come to Panjiayuan, he must know the rules here. If you have good goods in your hand, I will be the manager of all the shops in Panjiayuan. Know, even if I don't have the ability to eat it, I can find a good buyer for you."

It was only the first time he and Song Xing had met, but it seemed as if they had known each other for a long time, and they began to pat their chests for assurance.

Song Xing saw that his eyes were fixed on Qingyang Jianwan, and he was amused in his heart, so he simply threw the sword pill to him: "Then you can help me to see it."

Pan Jiayuan, Fatty Wang, he already guessed in his heart that the world he came to this time should be the world of Ghost Blowing Lamps.

But I also wondered in my heart, the unnatural power in the ghost blowing lamp world should not be very strong, right?
In such a world, can one find a way to remove the mark on one's hand?

When Fatty Wang saw Song Xing throwing the sword ball over, he hurriedly took it over, and yelled, "Brother, you should be gentle, I won't be able to pay for it if it breaks."

With such words in his mouth, Fatty Wang already believed in his heart that the beads in his hand were fakes.

After all, it's a real treasure, who would spoil it like this, and it's not afraid to drop it on the ground and break it into pieces.

He even had some doubts. Could it be that he came across cultural relics and porcelain? If that's the case, wouldn't the fat man be easy to mess with?
The moment Fatty Wang took the sword pill, he felt a sense of coolness coming from the palm of his hand, his heart moved, and his eyes immediately turned straight.

The bead in front of me doesn't look big, but it feels icy cold in my hand. Holding this bead in the hot summer feels like being in an ice cellar, refreshing my whole body.

For this alone, Fatty Wang no longer dared to underestimate this bead.

Fatty Wang's eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid. He stretched out his trembling hands, brought the beads close to his eyes, and looked at them carefully, with an extremely obsessed expression on his face.

"It's strange, this bead looks like it's made of bronze from a distance, but it's not gold or jade when viewed up close. It's neither the cold jade in the legend, but it's completely natural, with no artificial traces visible. What exactly is it?"

Fatty Wang held the bead in his hand, wishing he could stuff it into his eyes to see what happened.

His level of appraisal of Wenwan may not be as good as that of Da Jinya, but after all these years of scrambling and wandering around Panjiayuan, he can indeed tell whether things are real or fake, whether they are good or bad.

The beads in front of him looked extraordinary, and he even felt that there was an ancient charm, as if it had been passed down thousands of years ago.

Song Xing quietly waited for him to observe, without urging him.

After a while, Fatty Wang finally looked away from the beads.

He sighed, looked at Song Xing, and his tone was full of envy and hatred: "This brother is so lucky to meet such a good thing. I, Mr. Wang, have opened my eyes today."

Hearing Fatty Wang's praise, Song Xing shook his head slightly, and said lightly, "Why, can you tell the history?"

Fatty Wang shook his head when he heard the words: "Forgive Fatty's blind eyes, things are indeed good things, but I really can't see the origin. But I have a friend who has better eyesight than me. If you trust me, brother, I can"

Before he finished speaking, Song Xing shook his head: "Things are not for sale."

Fatty Wang was slightly taken aback when he heard this, but he didn't bother, so he sent the sword pill back to Song Xing, looked at the pedestrians all over the street, and whispered: "Brother, your treasure is valuable, there are many rats on the street, Don’t let your wealth slip away so easily.”

Song Xing swiped his hand back, and the sword pill disappeared. The fat man's heart shuddered, and he saw Song Xing stretch out his hand again, and an antique bright yellow seal appeared in his hand.

"I'm new here and I'm penniless. How much can I sell this jade for? Which shop in Panjiayuan has the best reputation?"

Fatty Wang looked at the jade seal in Song Xing's hand, and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Song Xing had a lot of good things on him.

The texture of the ancient jade in front of him is crystal clear, the whole body is bright yellow and amber in color, just looking at the appearance, it is the quality of this jade, but it is definitely not ordinary jade.

Song Xing traveled through several worlds, and some clones were extremely noble, so there was no shortage of these valuable gadgets around him.

Fatty Wang's heart felt hot. Although he didn't know the exact price of this piece of ancient jade, he also knew that it was definitely beyond his expectations. If it was taken out, it would probably cause a great commotion and cause a lot of competition.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and said dryly, "The most reputable one in Panjiayuan is Boss Lu's Qinbaozhai. My friend is just a literary dealer. I'm afraid I don't have the strength to accept your ancient jade."

The more he looked at this ancient jade, the more frightened he became.

Why does the seal look like it was carved by Tian Huangshi?
You know, in the antique industry, there has been a saying since ancient times that there is one or two fields of yellow stones and three pieces of gold. In this peaceful and prosperous age, the price of top-grade field yellow stones has been speculated to more than [-] per gram, and there is no market for the price.

If the jade pendant in front of him is really Tian Huang, and if its appearance reaches this level, its value will more than double!
After listening to Fatty Wang's words, Song Xing raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, "If Brother Wang is willing, how about taking me to Qinbaozhai?"

(End of this chapter)