5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 36 Respected by the master, be worshiped by the disciple!
Bu Zhenyun looked at Jiang Ling in surprise: "Crispy, the sound of the porcelain bowl breaking is indeed very crisp."

"Oh, this dish must not be a real antique, otherwise Mr. Fang will lose his fortune and he will not be able to pay for it."

Jiang Ling's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said to Bu Zhenyun, "Look at the broken section quickly, and verify the authenticity."

"You, who are you scaring!" Fang Yun swallowed and hesitated.

The sound of these bowls breaking is indeed very abnormal. The sound of broken bowls for ordinary people is very muffled, but these bowls are extremely crisp.

Could it really be an antique?Fang Yun was in doubt, impossible, who the hell would use antiques for dinner?That plate is still stained with sauerkraut, okay!Definitely an ordinary bowl for a few bucks.

That boy Jiangling is deceiving me, I must not lose my composure, lest I be laughed at by him.

Thinking of this, Fang Yun snorted softly, his gaze became firmer.

Bu Zhenyun, out of curiosity, bent down to pick up a fragment, put it under the light to carefully identify it, and suddenly turned pale with shock.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Fang Yun suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"It's genuine." Bu Zhenyun looked at Jiangling in surprise. "In the cross-section of this fragment, the clay is fine and grainy. There is no sealing glaze applied by modern methods, but it was sealed by a unique ancient firing method."

As he said that, he turned his head to look at Fang Yun, with a heavy tone: "If I'm not mistaken, this is indeed produced by the Hongwu official kiln in the Ming Dynasty."

"What!" Fang Yun couldn't calm down anymore, his face changed wildly.

With the relationship between him and Bu Zhenyun, there is no need for Bu Zhenyun to lie to him.

The bowls and dishes used for eating in Jiangling are really antiques, is there a mistake!

Bu Feiyan lying in the medicine barrel was also very surprised, his eyes fixed on the broken dishes on the ground.

Those are actually antiques?
Her complexion suddenly changed a lot, because during the few days of healing here in Jiangling, she also ate with those dishes.

"Young Master Fang Yun is too irritable. He broke my whole set of dishes and plates. There are 6 pieces in total, all of which are antiques."

Jiang Ling dried his hands, sat down calmly, lifted the teapot and poured a glass of water.

"How much money, I'll just pay you back, isn't it just money, even antiques have a price, I'm not short of money."

Fang Yun sneered with a cold face, this time he admitted his failure, who would have thought that Jiang Ling would eat with antiques.

"Okay, I don't want more from you, give me a total of 2 million."

"2 million?" Fang Yun glared, gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you grab it, thinking that I have never touched antiques? Ming Dynasty porcelain is not worth that money at all, 200 million is almost the same, and 2 million is paid back."

"Heh," Jiang Ling smiled, "Almost all the antiques are unearthed from the underground of the burial. After the soil erodes, the glaze on the surface of those antiques is eroded, and there will be changes to varying degrees."

"But my set is authentic, and it has been preserved well even after nearly a thousand years. The valuation of such a collection is not much at 2 million."

With Jiangling's means, it is too easy to perfectly preserve some porcelain.

He has lived for so long, as long as the contemporary things are preserved, thousands of years later they will be priceless treasures.

So, if you count it seriously, the wealth of the richest man Yu Hongchang is really not worth mentioning in front of Jiang Ling.

"Well," Bu Zhenyun nodded again and again, "You're right, I really want this price."

He looked at the debris all over the floor, feeling a little distressed.

"2 million!" Fang Yun became furious, grabbed the teapot on the table and wanted to smash Jiangling.

"That's cloisonne from the Ming Dynasty, exclusive to the royal family. One piece of cloisonne is worth ten official kilns. If you can afford it, then smash it."

Jiang Ling calmly picked up his cup and took a sip.

"You!" Fang Yun was so aggrieved that he felt short of breath, put down the teapot, and retreated depressingly.

"2 million, I will pay you back."

His body was trembling, 2 million was not a small amount of money to his Fang family, if his father knew about it, he would have to be beaten to death.

Seeing that Fang Yun was emotional, Bu Zhenyun couldn't stand it anymore, so he said to Jiang Ling: "I will pay you this money instead of Fang Yun, I hope you don't mind."

As he spoke, he wanted to get the check, but Jiang Ling waved him down.

"No need, how can I be as knowledgeable as a child, I'm not short of this money, forget it. I told him that to warn him, so that he won't cause big troubles because of his rough hands and feet in the future."

"Thank you little brother." Bu Zhenyun smiled at him.

Fang Yun was so aggrieved when he heard it, but he had nothing to say, and was teased all over the place.

After Jiang Ling drank the water in the glass, he stood up and opened the cupboard, and took out three sets of porcelain wrapped in tinfoil.

"As promised before, here are three sets of porcelain with different patterns. You accept it as a little respect from me."

Bu Zhenyun opened it, and his expression changed immediately: "No way, these porcelains are so perfectly preserved, each set is priceless, this gift is too expensive, I can't accept it."

"It's okay, take it, I have a lot at home."

As soon as these words came out, Bu Zhenyun, Bai Qingsong and the others all petrified.

Who would have thought that Jiangling, living in such a dilapidated community, would have such an astonishing amount of wealth!
Especially Bai Qingsong and Bu Zhenyun felt the deepest.

Bu Zhenyun sighed, and was about to speak, when there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and an old man with a strong breath and an indifferent face walked in.

"Uncle Zeng, you're finally here." Fang Yun's eyes lit up when he saw him, and he immediately went up to meet him.

"Third Uncle." Bu Zhenyun also called out respectfully.

Bu Feiyan also lay in the medicine bucket and called Uncle Zeng.

This old man is the congenital Dzogchen in Bu Zhenyun's secret room, who was seriously injured by forcibly practicing celestial arts.

"Uncle Zeng, why did you come here? I was bullied to death." Fang Yun quickly poured out his bitterness on him.

The old man's face was solemn: "This matter is very important. I just went to the outside of the community to set up a formation to isolate the fluctuations. Now if anything happens inside of us, the outside will not know."

"Yes, yes, yes, we need to set up a formation, and no one will find out how we torture Jiangling."

Fang Yun shouted excitedly: "Uncle Zeng, it's this kid who confuses them with his sweet words, and he's the one who hurt Bu Feiyan. You must teach him a lesson."

Standing beside the old man, he was full of pride.

He is Bu Feiyan's fiancé, and he must have followed Bu Feiyan to call this old man Uncle Zeng, a great congenital Uncle Zeng, which is also an important reason why his Fang family is willing to marry the Bu family.

Looking at Jiang Ling, he couldn't help but snorted coldly, with the presence of a congenital Dzogchen master, Jiang Ling could bear it.

However, at this moment, the old man glanced at Bu Zhenyun and asked softly, "That's him?"

Bu Zhenyun nodded solemnly.

Immediately afterwards, under Fang Yun's shocked gaze, the old man walked up to Jiang Ling, took the gift of a disciple, and bowed respectfully to him: "I have fully understood the instructions that senior gave me in secret, and the grace of saving lives and knowing them is not worth it." Unforgettable teeth."

This bow stunned everyone in the room, including Bu Zhenyun and Bu Feiyan staring at the old man in surprise.

Bu Zhenyun didn't even know what happened. The third uncle came to him suddenly and asked who helped him sort out his illness. After learning that it was Jiang Ling, he said he wanted to see him immediately.

It happened that Bu Zhenyun also wanted to find Jiangling because of Bu Feiyan's illness, so he just brought this third uncle along.

Who would have thought that an old man over 100 years old would bow to Jiangling as soon as he entered the house?what happened?This question is in everyone's mind.

But Jiang Ling's heart was like a mirror, he glanced at the old man, and asked softly: "Have you understood the direction of those tendons?"

"Understood, I have successfully explored the path to the alchemy stage." The old man was a little excited, his voice trembling.

"Third Uncle, what did you say!" Bu Zhenyun's eyes widened in shock, "Are you saying that you have already created the alchemy cultivation method?"

"The alchemy stage, my God!"

Both Bu Feiyan and Fang Yun were inexplicably horrified.

On the other hand, Jiang Ling stretched out his spiritual sense to scan around, and found that his injuries were indeed all healed, and those disorganized tendons in his body were all straightened out, and the internal strength was endless.

"That's right," Jiang Ling nodded with satisfaction, "In such a short period of time, you can see the hint I left for you, and use this to explore the cultivation method of the alchemy stage. Your talent is the best I have seen in 500 years. .”

Hearing Jiang Ling's words, Bu Feiyan and Fang Yun were all messed up, this guy must be talking too much, why pretend!
However, the old man was even more excited, and the next scene was unforgettable for the people in the room.

He knelt down on both knees, respectfully kneeling in front of Jiang Ling, and kowtowed to him very solemnly: "Master, please accept me as a disciple!"

(End of this chapter)