City: Cultivating Immortals for a Thousand Years, Returning to Be a Dad

After a long time, the family went to bed.

After coaxing An Yueke to take a nap at noon, An Ziping went out and took a taxi to the commercial district in the south of the city.

Then he went to the Chinese herbal medicine store to buy some medicinal materials.

This is to prepare some simple pills for the little Lolita to cleanse her marrow and build her foundation.

By the way, I also refine some longevity pills for my parents. After all, they are also old and have accumulated some hidden diseases in their bodies. If they are not treated as soon as possible, they will have some impact on their bodies in the future.

Except for an 80-year-old wild ginseng, which is more expensive, the other medicinal materials purchased this time are some ordinary medicinal materials.

The most important thing in alchemy is to pay attention to reasonable matching, and maximize the medicinal power of each medicinal material, so as to achieve the effect of the pill.

Otherwise, if you just use many precious medicinal materials to refine the elixir, the effect will not only be poor, but it may even cause the furnace to explode due to the conflict between the effects of a certain medicinal material.

After buying the medicinal materials, An Ziping walked around the market to see if there was anything he was interested in.

While walking around, he came to the antique area.

Looking around, the density of street stalls here is even greater than outside.

There are street stalls on both sides of the street, and the things on display are all kinds of things.

From calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, agate and jewelry to jade, metal, stone carvings, wood, pottery figurines, etc., there are all kinds of things, dazzling and everything.

An Ziping walked and observed these things, and shook his head secretly, because many of them are worthless.

Even the so-called treasures of many stalls, which are said to be sold for hundreds of thousands or millions, are mostly fakes.

Just after entering and looking at a few stalls, a voice came to my ear: "Hey, little brother, do you want to come and have a look at my place? I can find everything here, and I guarantee you will be satisfied."

An Ziping turned around and saw a young man who looked like a skinny monkey standing behind him, looking at him with a smile.

At this moment, his face was filled with a warm smile, and his eyes narrowed into a slit, which looked very funny.

In front of him was a small stall, no more than four meters long and wide, with a large red cloth spread on the ground, and dozens of large and small objects were placed on it.

Seeing that his words caught An Ziping's attention.

The young man became more and more enthusiastic, and he picked up an exquisite snuff bottle and began to brag about himself: "My dear brother, I have been watching you for a long time. I can tell at a glance that you are not simple, and you must be a connoisseur of goods. Those are all scams. Look at this, this is the snuff bottle used by the old Buddha. It is absolutely authentic. Look at the workmanship, the color, the momentum..."

Looking at the young man's endless boasting, An Ziping couldn't help rolling his eyes, then took the snuff bottle, opened the bottle cap, pointed to the small string of English letters on it and said: "made in china!"

Seeing An Ziping expose his behavior so directly, the young man couldn't help but smile awkwardly, and then laughed twice: "Haha, little brother is really an expert! Haha!"

The young man looked at An Ziping and touched his nose embarrassedly, "Little brother, don't get me wrong, this is just an example. Look at the others, they are definitely genuine. If you like something, just tell me, the price is absolutely fair, no one will cheat."

An Ziping didn't pay attention to the young man again, and then left the stall and continued to move forward.

"Hey, little brother, walk slowly, don't leave in a hurry! I have other things here!" Seeing An Ziping turn around and leave, the young man hurriedly called him.

An Ziping stopped, but not because of the young man's words, but because he suddenly felt a special fluctuation from the young man's stall.

So he turned around and squatted down, picking up a thumb-sized black Pixiu of unknown material on the stall.

This Pixiu has a peculiar shape, and its whole body is black, but it also has a hint of purple light, which is very beautiful. And it carries a faint aura.

This kind of pressure is very faint, so faint that other people can't feel it at all. If it weren't for An Ziping's extremely sensitive spiritual sense, he wouldn't feel it. Although this pressure is faint, it makes people feel awe.

Seeing An Ziping staring at this Pixiu for a long time, the young man's eyes kept turning: "I said that you are an expert, you picked out the treasure of my stall at a glance.

Have you heard about the incident in Tianshan a few days ago? At that time, there were lightning and thunder, wind and rain. It is said that a strange phenomenon fell from the sky, shocking the whole

Yanhuang Country, have you heard about this?

I found this Pixiu the other day when I risked my life to go up the mountain to look for treasure. It was lying in a huge pit, and the surrounding soil was black. It must have been struck by lightning. I was scared at the time, and I was afraid that it would suddenly jump up and eat me.

But then I thought about it carefully, how could it possibly jump up...”

The young man began to brag about this Pixiu again, but he exaggerated a lot.

This Pixiu was indeed obtained by him when he went to Tianshan Mountain, but he did not go to the place where lightning struck the mountain.

Instead, he saw it beside a stream at the foot of the mountain. At that time, he thought the Pixiu was very exquisite and picked it up as some black jade, but he did not know what the specific material was.

Who knew that after taking it back, he took it to several jade shops and they said it was just carved from ordinary stones and was not worth much.

So he had to leave it on the street stall, hoping that someone with no eyes would come and buy it one day.

An Ziping waved his hand to interrupt the young man's boasting.

"Two hundred yuan."

"Ahem."

The young man almost choked to death on his own saliva, staring at An Ziping with wide eyes: "What did you say, how much did you say?"

"Two hundred yuan. ”

So he said with a bitter face: "Two hundred yuan is not enough, little brother, I am risking my life..."

"One hundred!"

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched: "Brother, uncle, you can't bargain like this, you are not bargaining, it's more like bargaining, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a hungry child, who are waiting for me to support them!"

An Ziping shook his head, said nothing more, and prepared to get up and leave.

"Wait, wait, hey, brother, don't worry, one hundred is one hundred, just think of it as us making friends." The young man quickly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Yeah." An Ziping nodded with satisfaction.

An Ziping took out a Mao Zedong note, and when he was about to hand over the money and the goods, a voice came into his ears.

"Wait!"

"Hmm? "An Ziping frowned and looked back.

A handsome young man wearing all kinds of branded clothes and various cultural relics was walking slowly towards him.

The young man glanced at An Ziping, and then looked at the young man again.

"Zhao Houzi, I also like this Pixiu."