I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 233: Re-entering the cycle of reincarnation (Part )

"Unfortunately, the original has been lost, and what is now in the Palace Museum is just a copy."

"A copy is not allowed?"

"Not really," Yanyan recalled seriously, "You only told me about the object, I don't know the specific details of the operation. But when I looked up the literature, I found that there is another copy in the Freer Gallery of Art in Washington. If your opponent is the Special Security Bureau, I'm afraid that all the cultural and museum venues in China are now under close surveillance. Would it be safer over there?"

"Don't worry," Qin Jian waved his sleeves with a disdainful look, "The Palace Museum is completely silent at this moment, with no one around. This is when the magnetic field of antiquities is at its peak. In Washington, however, the sun is shining brightly, and the traffic is bustling. The spiritual energy is recuperating. Moreover, the place where antiquities gather in the early morning is my place. Once I enter the Chongping Huiqitu, it is my reincarnation. Deng Yizhi can't stop me."

Yanyan thought about it after hearing this, pursed her lips and said nothing more. Seeing this, Qin Jian was about to step into the Mirror Corridor.

"Wait, these two artifacts are indispensable."

"Soul bottle?" Qin Jian did not stop walking. Half of him had disappeared into the air. Only his voice was still lingering in Yanyan's study. "I have been wearing that ancient artifact."

When the two emerged from the darkness, the painting had already appeared in front of them. Yanyan was stunned for a moment, but still took a step forward and stood behind Qin Jian.

The studio was small, full of ancient charm. There was a faint smell of dust in the air. The darkness made the already old painting silk look even more dim. Yanyan's eyes followed the chess players in the painting to the end paper, but she did not see the original ink inscription by Yu Huai, nor the fake inscriptions by Shen Du and Wen Zhengming. Instead, she saw the "Qianlong Imperial Treasure" from the Qing Palace in the collection seal. After hesitating for a long time, she couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this... a copy made by a Song Dynasty artist?"

“This isn’t the Forbidden City either.”

"You actually found the real work and you just hid it from me." Yanyan's eyes showed surprise, but it was a bit embarrassing when her face, which was still a little stiff due to shock, fell on her.

"Yes, what do you think, Miss Tan?"

"Me?" Yanyan turned his eyes away from the painting and said as he looked at the surrounding furnishings, "I am an outsider and can't see any other tricks for a while."

"Ms. Tan is too modest. You can tell at a glance that this painting is not a copy. You are no ordinary person."

"I just looked up some materials after hearing about this ancient artifact. I have seen the copy in the Palace Museum and remember some marks on the endpaper, but they are not different from what I saw on the painting itself."

"Miss Tan was just lamenting that the original was lost. Since we have such good fortune to encounter the authentic one, I will take the initiative and invite Miss Tan to come in and take a look."

"That's not a good idea," Yanyan evaded, "This contains your memories, it's a matter of privacy, I won't go in."

"It's okay, Miss Tan, please don't be polite. Besides, I'm worried about leaving you alone outside." Qin Jian said gently, but his eyes were sharp when he fell on the painting. His right hand behind his back was as fast as lightning and grabbed Yanyan's wrist in an instant.

Entering a place completely different from her expectations, Yanyan was already on guard, but since it was a real show and Qin Jian's choice was reasonable, she was undecided for a moment and tried to continue the show with a fluke attitude. Unexpectedly, Qin Jian would suddenly turn hostile and was immediately grabbed by the wrist. She was startled and turned her palm according to instinct. In one breath, she had already exchanged six or seven moves with Qin Jian. "Now it seems that Miss Tan is really modest." Qin Jian was not annoyed, and his tone was still gentle. He generously withdrew his hand that was holding Yanyan, and took two steps back leisurely.

Yanyan was completely confused. Before she could think of a response, she saw a silk ribbon thrown out from Qin Jian's sleeve and flew straight towards her face.

"You!" As soon as she said one word, the silk ribbon flew towards her open mouth as if it had eyes, as if to block her mouth. Yanyan quickly closed her mouth and ducked to avoid the attack, but she heard the whistling of the wind behind her. The thing she had just avoided obviously turned a corner behind her head and came back to kill her.

The play naturally broke down at this point. Yanyan was impatient and turned around to grab the ribbon directly, tightening her elbow. However, she didn't expect that the ribbon seemed to be waiting for this moment and actually used the force to wrap around her wrist. Circle after circle, from bottom to top, it quickly wrapped around her neck.

Feeling suffocated, Yanyan did not struggle. She smiled at the expressionless Qin Jian and said with an exaggerated mouth shape: "Don't you want to know what happened in the past?"

The master was moved, the silk ribbon lost its strength, and Yanyan had time to spread out her palm, and her movements were similar to Qin Jian's. However, there was no mirror in her palm, but a dark light appeared where her palm was pointing. The light was like mercury gradually spreading along the plane, the light gathered, calm and peaceful, and unexpectedly condensed into a mirror in the dark room, with rainbow light flowing, enchanting and moving.

Yanyan smiled again, with a look of triumph on her face.

"Not good!" Qin Jian was shocked, but before he could move, he saw Yanyan lying straight towards the mirror, and the silk ribbon in his sleeves was rapidly tightened, obviously wanting to bring him into the mirror - the truth has been clarified, if he is the mirror grinder, then Yanyan is the mirror, and she wants to bring him into her own space.

A heavy pulling sensation came, and Yanyan was halfway into the mirror, while he was in reality. Relying on brute force to resist was definitely not a good idea. Thinking of this, Qin Jian flicked his fingertips, and an ancient coin hit the mirror frame. The mirror surface turned slightly, just reflecting the ancient painting diagonally. In an instant, two heavy-screen chess pictures appeared in the studio, one on the wall and one in the mirror.

Qin Jian no longer resisted the force coming from his hand, and leaped into the air, as if he was in a mirror or a painting.

Yanyan clearly entered the mirror realm, but the magnetic field suddenly changed halfway through. When she opened her eyes, she found that she was still in the painting. The four old men in front of the chessboard stopped playing chess and looked at her in shock with their movements in unison. Yanyan sneered and just managed to stand firm, and then she saw Qin Jian also walked in.

"You have learned the tricks of a girl." As she spoke, the silk ribbons wrapped around her body broke into pieces and shot out like tiny sharp blades.

"I saw Ah Si using it very well so I wanted to give it a try. I didn't expect that it looks simple but is difficult to use. After all, I'm not as good as Ah Si." Obviously it was a sarcastic remark, but Qin Jian took it frankly. He manipulated the remaining ribbons to block the attack while also showing off his love with ease.

"What are you looking at? Play your chess!" Yanyan was furious and turned to scold the owner of the painting.

"Miss Tan, why do you have to vent your anger on others?" Qin Jian pointed to the chessboard with only black pieces. "The Big Dipper on the chessboard is their chess piece. It's a pity that Miss Tan doesn't understand chess."

"Really? But I will definitely win this game of chess."

After Yanyan finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared like a ghost. The next second, a shadow appeared beside Qin Jian. There was no human body, only a pale arm. When the long sleeves were raised, a bamboo green poisonous snake actually emerged.