Taboo Master

Chapter 184 Antique Market
I was a little surprised, thinking she was playing with me, but Nangong Feiyan pulled me away, as if the class had nothing to do with her.

I seem to have noticed something. This Nangong Feiyan's relationship in the school is probably unusual. Otherwise, it would be impossible to be so carefree and do whatever she wants. Could it be that she has set the principal's unspoken rules?
Uh, it's a bit awkward to say that, but I don't believe it if the headmaster tells her to beat her to death.

Because our principal is a fat man in his 50s, with a big belly, he can't even see his feet when he looks down. If you want to say that Nangong Feiyan seduces him, I feel sick just thinking about it. This is simply impossible.

So, is it the vice principal?But this is not right, because the vice-principal is a woman, and she is also in her 40s, and she still looks charming. Nangong Feiyan will not be with her...

I was thinking wildly, so I followed her outside the school gate, Nangong Feiyan waved to stop a car, so the two of us went straight to the city.

Chengnan Flyover, here I come again...

I had nothing to do along the way, so I asked her in a low voice, what happened to Shao Peiyi, and whether the silver mirror was returned to the snake spirit.Nangong Feiyan told me that she went there with Shao Peiyi last night, and it went very smoothly. She called Mrs. Huang Qi, and she was a witness. When she returned it back then, those snake spirits also said that from now on, everyone will not violate the river. , the two do not owe each other.

This is good news, I also breathed a sigh of relief for Shao Peiyi, and then asked, where did Shao Peiyi go?
Nangong Feiyan also said that the grievances here are over, he went to Mr. Huang Qi's house, helped pack his luggage, and was going back to the Northeast.

Hearing this, I was surprised and said, "So, Shao Peiyi is leaving too?"

Nangong Feiyan thought for a while and said: "That's not necessarily the case. It is said that he may have other things to do here, but he may have to send Mr. Huang Qi and the others back. I don't know the specifics, and you know it. It's not the people in their mouths, it's just the same way."

I nodded and didn't ask any further questions. Nangong Feiyan was right. She is not a member of the court. For some things, she can only help out as a colleague, or she might come forward on behalf of her mother, Mrs. Yan.

In fact, she might be closer to those snake spirits. This can be seen from the fact that Nangong Feiyan didn't go with us when we went to Mr. Huang Qi's house last time.

The two of us were whispering here, and the taxi driver had been confused for a long time. He frequently looked at us in the rearview mirror, his face was a little pale, and he kept on fueling up, driving the car very fast.

In this way, we soon arrived at Chengnan Flyover, which was the same place as yesterday. After getting off the car, Nangong Feiyan insisted on rushing to pay. With a bang, he threw the money out, kicked the gas pedal, and ran away like crazy.

I couldn't help but wonder, I looked down and was speechless, Nangong Feiyan actually gave them Ming coins.

She was also a little embarrassed, scratched her hair and said, "Ah, it was wrong..."

As she spoke, she took out 100 yuan from her pocket and said to me: "You wait for me here, I will catch up and give him the money."

I was so scared that I quickly stopped her, what a joke, the driver almost drove the car to [-] mph, and the rear of the car was about to catch fire. If you run to catch up, do you have to scare her to death?

Nangong Feiyan chuckled: "Okay then, save the money and buy you a gift later."

I didn't care either, and said with a smile, "Okay, just treat me to a bowl of noodles at noon."

She smiled and didn't speak. I looked around and stopped someone to ask the way. Only then did I realize that the antique market was not far ahead.

The two of us sauntered over, still passing through the narrow passage yesterday, and I saw the old lady selling socks yesterday, and then I suddenly remembered that I was in a hurry to catch the thief yesterday, and the socks were taken away. , The money hasn't been given to others yet.

I hurried over and took the initiative to give money to the old lady, and I paid for it. After all, I am so old, I can't do this kind of thing without paying for socks.

The old lady was very calm. After accepting the money, she just looked up at me and said with a smile, "Good boy."

I was a little embarrassed, but also a little warm, so I asked casually: "Ma'am, let me inquire about a place, how can I get to the antique market?"

The old lady asked, "Do you want to go to Yangshi or Yinshi?"

My heart skipped a beat. Why is this antique market still divided into Yang and Yin markets? By the way, aren’t only ghosts going to the Yin market?
The old lady saw that my face had changed, so she grinned, showing her teethless gums, and said to me: "Don't be afraid, the Yin market I'm talking about is not a ghost market. People here are used to it, and they call the black market a Yin market." The city, because many of the things placed there are not from the Ming Dynasty, and there are even grave diggers and robbery, and they are taken out of the mouths of the dead, so it is called the Yin market, and of course, there are also ghost markets.”

What the old lady said made me shudder, and hurriedly said: "Aren't Yangshi and Yinshi in the same place? If I want to go to both, how should I go?"

The old lady said: "It's in one place, you go three streets ahead, turn left, there is a big archway, that is Yingxian Road, enter Yingxian Road, there is a street inside, but all you can see is Yangshi, if you want to go to Yinshi, you have to follow the route drawn on the street, but I can't tell you the specifics, it's not a place you can go randomly, it depends on your ability."

I nodded again and again. Her statement about Yangshi and Yinshi aroused my great interest. Although I didn't come here for antiques this time, I just wanted to find someone who knows how to know the origin of the money. , But when she said that, I suddenly wanted to see what the Yin Market looked like.

I thanked the old lady, and continued to walk forward with Nangong Feiyan. After walking not far, there was a big red archway in front of me, standing there very eye-catchingly.

I stepped up, walked over quickly, and was about to go in, but Nangong Feiyan stopped, and said to me, she has something to do, let me wait for her here, or go around first, but don't Go away, she will come back soon.

I'm a little depressed, I've seen it all, what else do I need to do?

But I can't control her, she's a vixen, we don't know what's going on in my head all day, so I have no choice but to let her go as fast as possible, then I walked in alone and started walking along the street.

A bit beyond my expectation, Yingxian Road, the antique market, in my intuition, should be very lively, not to mention crowded and bustling, at least it must be lively, full of people, and stalls One after another, the floor is full of copper coins, ancient coins, old household items, porcelain vases and jade ornaments, comic books, comic books, old books and periodicals and so on.

But when I got here, I was puzzled. Although there are many stalls here, they are far from what I imagined. It is deserted, the stalls are lazy, and the shoppers are sparse. The atmosphere of the market.

Is it because it's cold now, so you don't want to come out?

I didn't think too much about it. Fewer people are better. I like quietness, but I hate noisy places. Besides, there are fewer people, and those stall owners are not busy, so maybe they will have time to talk to me.

I looked back and saw that Nangong Feiyan had already disappeared, so I ignored her and walked along the street on my own, thinking about who had more ancient coins, and then came to the door to ask.

In fact, it is deserted, and the stalls are still next to each other, but there are no customers, so it looks deserted. I walked all the way, looking left and right. Many stalls have ancient coins, but not many, most of them. There are all things like porcelain vases and jade, some Buddha statues, scrolls, etc., and those who sell ancient coins, but there are none.

I walked for a while, tentatively found an older and more reliable stall owner, and handed him the money, and asked him to show the origin of this thing and how much it was worth.

He didn't pick up the connection, just glanced at it with squinted eyes, and said two words, not accepting it.

I asked him the reason, and I said that it has been passed down from my family for many years, so how can it be worth some money?

He said to me impatiently, it's not a question of whether your stuff is worth money or not. Let me tell you this, if you really want to sell it, you can't do it here. No one dares to accept it. You have to go inside.

go inside?I curiously asked him why, but he refused to speak, and just waved me away.

I'm a little upset, if I don't accept it, I won't accept it. I didn't say sell it, I just let you see it. As for this attitude?
I didn't pay attention to him, and looked forward. There is still a long street in front of this street. Apart from these street stalls, there are antique shops on both sides. Huh, I don't believe it. Among so many shops, I can't find a knowledgeable one.

Putting away the tired money, I turned my head and continued to walk forward.

(End of this chapter)