Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor

Chapter 71 Identifying Fakes
Iron Mountain City, the northern suburbs.

Seeing the performance of Ding Dian and Yan Songhe, Han Xiao nodded lightly. His move just now has almost wiped out the high-level combat power of Tingquan Villa. If Ding Dian still can't handle Tingquan Villa, then his deputy You can go to eat Xiang.

"Ding Dutong, you go." Han Xiao held a stunning girl in his arms, but the momentum of his speech was still shocking.

This is not only the nobility that Han Xiao has cultivated from the pampering and respect for many years, but also a kind of royal prestige that naturally arises after practicing the [Evil Dragon Ten Thousand Emperors Kungfu].

The dragon is the master of all spirits, and the evil dragon is the master of all dragons.

The more Han Xiao practiced this peerless skill, the stronger his power to dominate all living beings became, and in the end it could even rival the power of heaven!
"As ordered!"

Ding Dian responded, and immediately ordered his soldiers to arrest the sixteen masters from Tingquan Villa, regardless of their serious injuries, tie them up, put them in prison, and wait for a day to kill them.

"Steward Yan." Han Xiao looked at Yan Songhe, and said calmly, "Arrange a clean place for me, and tell the city lord that Lord Ben will go to pay a visit in person later."

Yan Songhe immediately bowed and said with a smile: "It just so happens that the city lord has a garden nearby. You can take this fairy there to rest. The environment is absolutely quiet."

"Well, that's great." Han Xiao nodded, "Lead the way."

……

A group of people entered the city mightily, Han Xiao was still hugging the celestial Ye Xuan, and immediately attracted countless envious eyes.

After confirming that Ye Xuan was fine, Han Xiao's murderous aura calmed down a lot, and the cynical smile returned to his face.

"Brother Du, would you like to go with me to the other garden of the City Lord's Mansion?"

"Let's forget it." As the elder of Qingyunmen, Du Chun is obviously not willing to get involved with the power of the court, "Brother Han, anyway, I have to leave Iron Mountain City in these two days, let's just say goodbye."

As for Ximen Chuiliu, as a snitch, he has an innate fear of the government. This time, he did not pester Han Xiao unexpectedly, but chose to leave with Du Chun.

"Alright then." Han Xiao pouted, "I guess I'll stay here for a few more days."

In the area of ​​the Mangniu Mountain Range, clues to the "Burning Heaven Treasure Scroll" appeared. Although Han Xiao didn't fully believe it, he had to wait for Xiang Long from the Black Heart Hall to collect all the information before making a decision.

"By the way, in half a year's time, the Tianque Sword Ceremony will be held at the Immortal Sword Gate. This is a grand event for the entire sect. Brother Han can't miss it!" Du Chun said with a smile, rubbing his belly.

"Well, I will be there by then." The corner of Han Xiao's mouth curled up, and it happened that the mysterious Ji Changfeng also said that he would go to Xianjianmen to find him in half a year, so that he could meet these old friends by the way. .

"The green mountains will not change, and the green waters will flow forever. Brother Han, we will meet later!" Du Chun bowed to Han Xiao, and strode away with Ximen Chuiliu.

Feng Yun'er glanced at Han Xiao softly, and then at Ye Xuan in his arms, feeling ashamed in her heart.

She asked herself that she was extremely beautiful, but compared with Ye Xuan, she still looked bleak.

Feng Yun'er bit her lip, and also bowed to Han Xiao, "Mr. Han, see you again by fate."

"Well, see you again by fate." Han Xiao nodded, watched Feng Yun'er, Du Chun and others leave, then hugged Ye Xuan, turned and walked into the other garden of the city lord's mansion.

……

That night.

Han Xiao hadn't visited Iron Mountain City Lord yet, but the City Lord came directly to the other garden to pay a visit to Han Xiao.

"Young Lord, after a few years of separation, the young Lord has grown up and become suave and handsome!" Li An, the lord of Tieshan City, walked quickly, followed by a group of followers, carrying several large boxes. , which are some precious antiques and calligraphy and paintings.

Li An had dealt with Han Xiao before. Han Xiao was only 12 years old back then, but his understanding of calligraphy, painting and antiques was far deeper than that of an old man in the officialdom.

Back then, it was precisely because of an antique that Han Xiao and Li An became friends.

This is why Yan Songhe can recognize Han Xiao at a glance.

"Brother Li." Han Xiao stood up to greet him, and laughed loudly.

"Haha!" Li An patted his chubby belly, with a tinge of joy on his face, "I haven't seen you for so many years, I'm afraid that the little duke will forget the old friendship."

"How could it be?" Han Xiao looked up at the big boxes behind Li An, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why, the old brother came as soon as he came, what gift is there for him?"

"Young Lord, this is neither a gift nor a gift." Li An grinned, "Young Lord still remembers when we went to the black market in Kaiyang City to pick up leaks and found the 'Painting Saint' Zhang Baishi from a lot of fakes." Is it a masterpiece?"

"Of course I remember." Recalling the interesting events back then, the corners of Han Xiao's mouth could not help but curl up, "Just because of this, my aunt almost didn't skin me!"

"Young master's appraisal accomplishments are really fresh in my memory, old brother! I have been busy with work these past few years, and I have never had time to visit the young master in Kaiyang City, which makes my heart itch!"

Li An blushed a little, pointed to the four large boxes behind him, and said with some embarrassment: "These four collections are treasures that I have bought at a great price over the years. I would like to ask the young master for a favor. Appraisal of authenticity."

"No matter how many of these treasures are real and how many are fake, Young Master can choose one to take away."

"Oh?" Han Xiao rubbed his hands excitedly.

In fact, he is not very interested in these antique calligraphy and paintings.However, for a Mojin school lieutenant, identifying the authenticity of antiques is more attractive than the antiques themselves.

"Let me see." Han Xiao nodded to Li An, Li An understood, and quickly ordered the servants under him to open the box.

Inside these four large boxes, there are two pieces of porcelain on the left and two calligraphy and paintings on the right.

Han Xiao glanced from left to right, and he knew it in his heart.

"Brother Li, how much money did you spend on these collections?"

"It's all over 30 taels, especially the calligraphy and painting on the far left, which is the authentic painting of the holy Zhang Baishi. I spent 80 taels of silver to get it." Li An didn't hide it, and said it directly.

As the lord of Tieshan City, he has a lot of money, and his ancestral property is already rich, so it is not surprising that he has such financial resources.

"Then you don't suffer too much." Han Xiao grinned, and said lightly: "Except for the painting by Zhang Baishi, the other antiques are all high-quality fakes, and ordinary appraisers really can't tell the difference." come out."

"Is this not a big loss?" Li An's face darkened, and he cursed: "These unscrupulous black market traders are really bad luck!"

Regarding Han Xiao's judgment, Li An believed without reservation and did not question it at all.

Back then, when Han Xiao followed him to the black market in Kaiyang City to "show off the limelight", even those appraisal masters who entered the coffin with half a foot said that Han Xiao's appraisal level was comparable to that of a nine-star appraiser.

"I said you are not losing money, so naturally you won't talk nonsense." Han Xiao smiled lightly: "You only bought 80 taels of Zhang Baishi's authentic work, which is actually a big profit. The seller is not sure if it is authentic or not. , otherwise, without 200 million taels, you won’t be able to take down this painting.”

"Huh?" Li An's eyes lit up, and there was a flash of joy, but it soon turned into a deep depression.

Just now I said that Han Xiao can choose one, as long as Han Xiao is not stupid, he will definitely choose this genuine one. Therefore, the more valuable this painting is, the more painful his heart will be.

"Haha, Brother Li, you should keep the painting for yourself." Han Xiao patted Li An's generous shoulder and laughed loudly, "However, you must answer my question truthfully."

"It's easy to say, easy to say." The joy of regaining the loss immediately made Li An's fat face tremble, "Young Master, if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

(End of this chapter)