super sensory appraiser

Seeing Boss Ji enthusiastically holding up a thick wooden stick, Fang Feiyang couldn't help laughing.

It seems that this old man, in his sixties, is like a child in his heart, he likes to fight for courage and victory, but he doesn't hold grudges.

The two highly reputed experts in the field of antiques are fighting like little friends, fighting with each other.

The first time Fang Feiyang met Old Man Ji in Yipin Tea House, the old man was wearing a fancy Hawaiian T-shirt with a smile on his face.At that time, old man Ji "had no good intentions" and took aim at the old pit duan inkstone in Fang Feiyang's hand, but in the end the deal was still Fang Feiyang's advantage.Not only did the famous artist Gu Yan get 35 yuan from changing hands, but the most important thing was that Old Man Ji gave him a Langting International Supreme Platinum Card.

Now, when old man Ji saw that everyone wanted to test the sharpness of the Sanqing sword, he moved swiftly and found a wooden stick from nowhere, and yelled:

"Xiao Fang, hurry up and chop... What are you talking about?"

Fang Feiyang clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised it high, and shouted: "Old man, hold it steady!"

The other elders in the study held their breath and waited and watched.

As soon as Fang Feiyang's voice fell, his hands fell down, and the black Sanqing sword slid down the void.

"Puff!" "Boom"...

A slight cutting sound sounded in the study, followed by the knocking sound of the front half of the wooden stick falling to the ground.

Fang Feiyang had perceived the image in Huangpao Mountain before, so he knew that this Sanqing sword had a sharp blade, and accompanied Li Zhijun, the head teacher of the Shangqing School, to fight against the invasion of foreign enemies.

So when he raised his sword and slashed, he didn't use all his strength, but only used [-]% of his strength.Even so, Fang Feiyang was dumbfounded by the test results.

This thick piece of wood with the mouth of the bowl has almost no resistance when the blade cuts on it. The cutting force of the blade passing through the wood is transmitted from the hilt to Fang Feiyang's hand, as if he was cutting vegetables.

The cut surface of the broken wooden stick is neat and smooth, with clear wood grain and no trace of cutting can be seen.

Looking at the blade again, it is still black and shiny, it looks very deep and steady, and it seems to have a sharpness under the light.

"A good sword! The edge is perfect, the satin pattern is like thousands of waves rushing, the blade is firm and reserved, sharp and hidden, baby, what a baby, how could the ancients forge such a sword!"

The old man Ji shouted excitedly, "took" the Sanqing sword from Fang Feiyang's hand, danced a sword flower in the air, and chopped the sword on the remaining half of the stick, feeling the might of the sword holder for himself.

Seeing Old Man Ji dancing the Sanqing Sword enthusiastically, Fang Feiyang jumped away in fright. The wood is hard, so if you cut yourself, you will cry without tears.

Standing on the side, he bent down to the master to pick up a small piece of wood on the ground, and stroked the cut port, also amazed.

In people's life, the sharp knives sold in the market, if you want to successfully split such a thick wood with one knife, you must be making a movie.

If you use an ax to cut such a thick wood, there is a high probability that the edge of the ax will be stuck in the wood, and it is impossible to pull it out without a little effort.

This half-finger-wide blade splits one into two effortlessly.

Just when everyone was admiring the sharpness of the Sanqing sword, Mr. Chen approached Fang Feiyang again, with a smile on his face, and said softly:

"Xiao Fang, look, the old man wants to discuss something with you again... Can you give me one of these three treasures, 'The Seal of the Nine Old Immortals', I know you are reluctant, that volume of scriptures and this Take the Sanqing Sword, see if you can..."

This Mr. Chen is worthy of being a devout Taoist believer. Seeing that the "Nine Old Immortals' Seal" did not get his wish, he tried to buy the set of "Shangqing Great Cave Scripture" and this Sanqing sword.

To be honest, Fang Feiyang would have had a hard time rejecting Mr. Chen, a senior expert in the antique industry.

Obviously the ownership of the things belonged to him, but he still had to take care of the face of the old man, so he politely declined.

"Okay, old man Chen, you are also a researcher at the Forbidden City Museum after all, and a national cadre who enjoys state subsidies, so don't make things difficult for Xiaofang. You are also a Taoist, and this thing pays attention to fate. In the words of your Taoists, Xiao Fang is destined to have a relationship with these three things. Otherwise, you should go to Huangpao Mountain and see what you can gain... Haha..."

As Old Man Ji was talking, he couldn't help but start making fun of Old Chen again.

Having said this, Mr. Chen could only shake his head helplessly, with a look of disappointment on his face.

Finally, Song Longshan saw that the old brother he had invited had an ugly face and was depressed, so he took a seat for Fang Feiyang, and handed it to his apprentice to make a copy of one of the volumes of "The Great Cave Scripture of the Shangqing", and then use this method Jiulao Xiandu Junyin, prepared cinnabar ink, stamped one side on the copy of the scriptures, and gave it to Chen Lao.

It's also good to comfort his heart that is devoted to Taoism.

Of course Fang Feiyang obeyed his master's arrangement.

The moment he applied cinnabar ink on the seal printed by the Nine Old Immortals, and stamped it on the photocopied text of the Great Cave Scripture, his mind moved, and a messy picture briefly flashed in his mind.

The picture is like the image projected on the screen in that second after the old-fashioned film tape suddenly snapped.

It should be said that it disappeared in less than a second.

This is the first time Fang Feiyang has perceived an image on this ancient Taoist seal since he got the seal of Fang Jiulaoxiandu.

However, this time the sensory ability was triggered very weakly, which was different from the previous times, and there was no familiar numbness and warm current appearing on the body, and what was even more strange was that no information was captured.

Fang Feiyang was startled, but due to the sudden incident and the blurry images, he didn't care. He continued to finish his work and handed over the photocopy of Dadong Scripture to Mr. Chen.

What Fang Feiyang didn't know was that when he put the seal of the Nine Old Immortals on the copy of the scriptures, there was a faint golden light all over the ancient seal, but no one in the study noticed , including Fang Feiyang holding an ancient seal.

Seeing that it was already time to eat, Fang Feiyang's stomach was rumbling in protest. The expert appraisal lasted for nearly two hours, and he would have already had lunch in normal times.

Song Longshan invited several old brothers to have a light meal in the villa.

Said it was a simple meal, Grandpa Song also asked his servants to prepare five or six dishes, and opened two bottles of Maotai wine.

At the dining table, four gray-haired old men and a young man in his twenties chatted and laughed while eating.

Fang Feiyang drank three cups with Song Longshan and each of these experts. It was rare for Mr. Song to get together with these elder brothers and he was in a good mood. Bottom blue porcelain Kowloon Cup.

Picking up the exquisite and small wine glasses, everyone pushed and changed the glasses, which was very lively.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Old man Ji narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile: "Xiao Fang, you can drink better now, come, come, let's go together."

"Okay, Mr. Ji, I'm here to respect you, you can do whatever you want, I'll do it!"

During this period of time, Fang Feiyang drank a few glasses with the master at regular intervals, and his drinking capacity has indeed improved. In addition, he also learned a lot of knowledge while following several experts today in appraising treasures. This season the boss has done another drink.

"Tsk tsk, Lao Song, look, your precious apprentice is getting better and better... Xiao Fang has made great progress in antique appreciation, and this collection is getting more and more colorful, so that my old man has never seen it before. .”

Ji Fuhua patted Fang Feiyang's shoulder, turned sideways, and kept praising this apprentice in front of Song Longshan, his eyes were full of admiration.

Mr. Song nodded slightly, and his face was also beaming with joy.He is quite satisfied with Fang Feiyang, an apprentice. He is young, not impetuous in doing things, and willing to learn things with his heart.What makes Song Lao most happy is that this kid's strength in antiques is like riding a rocket, soaring straight into the sky.

This time, he also assisted the police in cracking an antique fraud case. He really has both wisdom and courage. It seems that this apprentice is right.