super sensory appraiser

It has been two or three days since he came back from Northwest Province. Fang Feiyang is living a leisurely life. He reports to his master Song Longshan every day, and studies with the old man the three treasures he brought back from Huangpao Mountain, as well as the treasures in the Confucius Temple. Rubbings of inscriptions bought at the antique market for 1 yuan.

To be honest, those three treasures shocked the old man who had a lot of experience.

Rao is an antique that Mr. Song has been playing with all his life. Facing the Taoist keepsakes that have been passed down for thousands of years, he dare not make rash comments. After all, these three antiques are unique and unique.

If the scriptures, sword and seal had not been found and had been sleeping in the stone chamber of Huangpao Mountain, then no one in this world would know of his existence.

Now that these three treasures have been rediscovered, but there are no records in any documents, no ancient objects similar to them have appeared, and there are no comparable cases and basis for judgment, then even if Fang Feiyang pats his chest and says they are genuine, others will Not necessarily so.

What's more, Fang Feiyang couldn't tell his master all the information he had. The pictures he perceived through the mysterious images could not be made public, and could only be rotten in his own heart.

So in the past few days, although Fang Feiyang knew the origins of these three treasures in his heart, he could only pretend not to know on the surface, and accompanied the old man to check the information and discuss together.

This is not bad, for him, it is also a process of re-learning.

"Hey, Feiyang, where are you?"

Song Longshan called Fang Feiyang this morning.

"Oh, master, you are practicing boxing by Jingxin Lake, is there something wrong?"

Fang Feiyang had just finished practicing Yinshiquan, and his breathing was a little short. When he heard the phone ringing in his pocket, he took it out.

"Well, come to my place for lunch at noon. Some old friends are here. I want to see what you brought back. Come back as soon as you finish boxing..."

The old man's voice on the phone sounded very happy, and there was such a sense of pride in his tone.

In the past two days, the master and apprentice talked about the three Taoist treasures the most.The old man is worthy of being a big collector of antiques, his eyes are very poisonous, although the origin of the things needs to be verified, but through their shape, color, material, and taste, the old man can see the extraordinary things of a few things at a glance.However, these three treasures are specific items used in specific fields thousands of years ago, and those who understand them have certain limitations.

So the old man recognized their extraordinaryness, but not their origin.

In other words, these things are sacred objects enshrined by the Shangqing School of Taoism, and ordinary people may not have seen them. What's more, they have disappeared for thousands of years, and the possibility of existing ancient records is unlikely.

After two days of research at home, Song Longshan did not make much progress, so he decided to call a group of old friends and experts together for a "consultation" for a joint appraisal.

After Fang Feiyang hung up the old man's phone, he went home and changed a piece of clothes, then went downstairs to the old man's villa and walked there.

Fortunately, the apartment he rented was very close to the master's villa. Ten minutes later, Fang Feiyang appeared at the door of Song Longshan's house.

"Mr. Fang, you are here. Mr. Song said that you will go directly to the study when you arrive." The servant opened the door and handed Fang Feiyang a pair of slippers respectfully.

"okay, got it."

Fang Feiyang changed his slippers, stomped on the stairs and walked towards the study.

The old man's study is on the second floor facing south. Fang Feiyang has been here several times and is very familiar with it.

This time, as soon as he stepped onto the second floor, he heard the noisy and chaotic feeling of people in the old man's study room, and several old voices came from the room.

"I said, Lao Song, where is the treasure you mentioned on the phone? Our old fellows have been here for a long time, so don't be foolish, show it quickly!"

"Yeah, the tea has been changed a few times, and the smell of tea leaves is gone, so we lost our appetite."

"Haha...well, the older you two are, the more impatient you are. When the apprentice arrives, take it out right away...I made it very clear to you as soon as I entered the door. It's not mine, and I can't do it for you as a master. ah."

Fang Feiyang heard that the last voice belonged to the old man. The secret master invited a lot of people today. Listening to the content of the speech, feelings are waiting for me.

Fang Feiyang quickly pushed open the concealed study door.

"Master, here I come!"

"Oh, well, Feiyang is here!" Song Longshan waved his hand, signaling him to come in quickly, and Fang Feiyang came to the old man's side two steps at a time.

"Feiyang, let me introduce some senior experts to you. They are all my old friends..." Song Longshan cleared his throat, then pointed to a fat old man, and said:

"This is the chairman of the Antiques Chamber of Commerce in Jinling Province, Xiang Lao, Xiang Lao is also the chief expert of the Capital Bureau of Cultural Relics. If you have any questions that you don't understand, you can ask him..."

"Hello, Mr. Xiang!" Fang Feiyang hurried forward and bowed respectfully to this man. Since the other party is a friend of the master, he should respect him.

"Hehehe...Okay, good boy, hello!" Xiang Lao looked up and down Fang Feiyang with a kind smile on his face, and kept nodding his head.

Fang Feiyang also took a quick look at the old man. Xiang Lao was about the same age as Grandpa Fang Feiyang, with white hair, a chubby face, under a red-brown shiny forehead, two curved eyebrows, and a pair of slender eyes. That face is like a Maitreya Buddha.

Song Longshan pointed to the one sitting next to the tea table, and introduced, "This is Mr. Chen, a researcher at the Capital Palace Museum and the vice president of the Huaxia Collectors Association."

"Old Chen, hello!" Fang Feiyang also bowed to this man.

This old Chen is wearing a Chinese tunic suit, looking hale and hearty, with a weather-beaten face, already covered with wrinkles, two deep-set eyes, but deep and bright, looks very energetic, his hair is obviously dyed, black Also neat.

"Young man, hello... Well, Lao Song, we have met your precious apprentice, let's start!"

Mr. Chen is impatient. After meeting Fang Feiyang, he walked around the study anxiously, shouting to see things.

Fang Feiyang thought to himself, the old man invited important people today. These two seemingly ordinary old people have a halo on their heads. Judging from the tone of their words, their relationship with the master should be unusual.

Since Fang Feiyang worshiped Song Longshan as his teacher and entered the antique circle, apart from his master, he has never had contact with a truly capable antique master.He was also very excited to meet two experts today.

Song Longshan saw that the time was about the same, and the smiling opponent Feiyang said: "Feiyang, go and get the things you brought back this time, and ask two experts to hold your eyes."

"Old man Song, what are you in a hurry for? I haven't arrived yet. You're just starting. It's so boring."

As soon as Fang Feiyang raised his foot, and was about to get the scriptures and the sword, he heard a person standing at the door of the study at some point, and he still knew this person.

Ji Fuhua from Yipin Tea House, Mr. Ji.

Seeing Boss Ji again, Fang Feiyang immediately felt a sense of intimacy.Don't talk about anything else, let's just say that Ji Fuhua gave Fang Feiyang that Langting International platinum membership card, which is a big favor.

As the supreme VIP in the membership card, meals and lodging are free in all restaurants and hotels under Langting International, and enjoy the treatment of the chairman in person.It's ridiculous that Fang Feiyang took this card as an ordinary discount card at first.

Seeing Boss Ji staring at him with a smile as soon as he entered the door, Fang Feiyang couldn't lose his courtesy, so he hurried over, invited Mr. Ji to come in and sit down, and skillfully made him a cup of hot tea.

"Ji Fuhua, you're late again. I told you that every time my brothers get together, you're not the last one to come? You're demented, you don't know the way, or something?"

Old Chen frowned, and started screaming, staring at Ji Fuhua with bulging eyes, not sure if he was really angry or pretending.

"You're the only one with dementia, let me tell you, Chen Guichun..." Boss Ji didn't show weakness, just sat down, jumped up anxiously, and fought back at the opponent.

But the master Song Longshan and that old man seemed to be familiar with this situation, and they didn't express it at all.

When Fang Feiyang saw the situation, he had to shake his head helplessly, and first did his job well, and brought the scriptures, sword and seal.