Saint of the Confucian way

Wenbao street is very close to the piano club, with only two grocery streets in the middle.

Fang Yun didn't take a closer look at the two grocery streets this time. He just looked around and saw that he was about to enter the largest Wenbao street. Nu Nu suddenly jumped into his arms, raised his head, grabbed his chest clothes with his claws and hung them on him. His expression was very serious. His two small eyes kept winking, as if he was afraid of being found.

Fang Yun realized that Nu Nu had something to say, so he walked slowly to a quiet place.

"Do you have something important to say?" Fang Yun asked in a low voice.

Nunu nodded seriously.

"Go ahead," Fang Yun said.

Nu Nu stared at Fang Yun with a pair of black eyes and looked very serious and hard. At last, she suddenly vented her anger and pointed to her mouth with her claws, as if she was saying she couldn't speak.

"Can you write?"

The little fox shook his head shyly.

Fang Yun said helplessly, "let me guess. What I said is right. Nod your head. If not, shake your head. Can you understand?"

Nu Nu nodded.

"What you found was bad?"

Nu Nu shook her head.

"Good thing?" Fang Yun was more interested.

The little fox nodded hard.

"Is it a person?"

The little fox shook his head.

"Is it something?"

Nu Nu thought and nodded.

……

Next, Fang Yun Fei did his best and finally came to the truth by asking and answering: the slave found a good thing in a shop. He didn't know what it was. He only knew that it was good and good. He wanted Fang Yun to buy it, but he was afraid of being seen to raise the price. He didn't wink until Fang Yun passed.

So Fang Yun discussed with the slave about how to find the thing, and then told Yang Yuhuan to pretend that he didn't know anything. After walking forward for a while, he slowly walked back with the slave, pretending to look at things carefully, walked for a while and stopped for a while.

Walking to a grocery store, nu Nu suddenly secretly pressed Fang Yun's hand with her small claw to indicate that it was the store.

Fang Yun pretended to scan carelessly and found that the shop was not small, almost two feet wide. The shelves on both sides were full of things, and the things were very miscellaneous. There were ancient books, broken cultural treasures, porcelain bottles, jade articles and bronze tripod stone carvings. It was a typical antique shop.

There are several people in the shop. Some are talking about the age of antiques, and some are bargaining with the store owner.

Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan and said: "Wen Bao has a long history, but it is too expensive. The most common Ju Ren Wen Bao is worth tens of thousands of taels of silver, and it doesn't sell money many times. Therefore, those Wen Bao whose talent has dissipated and even broken Wen Bao have been collected on the spot. You see, this official seal is a Wen Bao of the Han Dynasty. It has disappeared. It's no different from the ordinary official seal of the Han Dynasty, but as far as the collection value is concerned Less than three times the ordinary official seal! "

"Well, when I was in Jixian County, I heard that an old scholar liked to collect broken porcelain pieces, not to mention Wenbao." Yang Yuhuan followed Fang Yun's words.

When Fang Yun passed a shelf, nu Nu's little paw suddenly pressed his hand again.

Fang Yun understood it and his eyes fell on the shelf. This shelf is more miscellaneous than others. It is a big box five feet square. There are many broken things in it. Most of them are all kinds of broken cultural treasures, some of which even have the smell of residual talent.

Fang Yun was not in a hurry to find out to avoid being seen through by experts. He said to Yang Yuhuan, "these are broken cultural treasures. Look at the pen holder and talent. Although only half of it is left, it is also worth two hundred Liang silver. It should not be placed here. This shop should be newly opened, otherwise it should choose a larger shop to put such valuable things one by one, rather than put them together in a hurry."

At this time, a middle-aged man smiled, stretched out his thumb and said, "the scholar has good eyesight! Several freight merchants in our county came to Yuhai city to do business. They came to Yinlong Pavilion for the first time in less than a month. It's really hasty. Since the scholar is an expert, they won't insult the baby. The first one you bought is 10% off!"

Fang Yun smiled and said, "you said so. I must choose one, or I will waste the store's sincerity."

They smiled politely. Fang Yun put the slave on his shoulder, looked down in the generous box, picked it up one by one, occasionally asked the store price, or even haggled, and chose a small stone carving with collection value, which is no different from normal shopping.

After touching more than a dozen pieces, Fang Yun met a piece of animal skin and had to put it aside.

At the same time, nu Nu's small claws pressed hard on his shoulder.

Fang Yun immediately took the animal skin and observed it carefully. The animal skin was pure black, extremely thick, enough to be an inch thick. It was more a cushion than a skin.

The fur of animal skin is very short, less than half an inch high, not touching, and feels very comfortable. This fur is obviously very old, but it looks very new. There are three drops of dry blood on it. It should have been black, but it is bright red. It gives people a strange feeling of disorder of the times, which is very much like imitation.

Although Fang Yun doesn't have much experience in collecting, he has quickly read many miscellaneous books and knows very well about the beasts of the demon and man races. The known demon beasts can't have such fur.

This animal skin is only the size of a palm, which has become the only defect. The animal skin must be larger to be useful. The animal skin with a palm can only be used as a rag, which is difficult to use and confirm the origin. The collection value is greatly reduced.

Fang Yun didn't want any accidents to happen. He made full preparations before. He picked up the skin and asked, "shopkeeper, how much is the animal skin?"

Without the slightest doubt, the shopkeeper reached out and separated his fingers.

"Oh? Five liang?"

The shopkeeper immediately said, "the childe is joking. It's five hundred Liang."

"OK, this thing is mine! Sister Yuhuan, give him the money!" Fang Yun immediately grabbed the animal skin.

At first glance, the shopkeeper realized that Fang Yuntao had found something good, and the actual value must be far more than 500 Liang. He looked painful on his face. He hesitated for a moment and said, "five hundred Liang is 500! If the childe is developed in the future, don't forget to come to our shop more. This is the famous thorn of our shop." he handed over a thin polished bamboo piece.

Fang Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It would be foolish to bargain again at this time. He promised and paid at one go. According to the law, this thing already belongs to him. If there is an accident in the bargaining process, the other party raises the price or waits for the price to sell, it will be bad.

"Since the store has a baby I like, I naturally want to go often." Fang Yun learned that the store called it a baby, smiled and took the bamboo piece of famous thorn. After a careful look, the famous thorn is actually a business card, which has been popular since the Han Dynasty. The so-called "pay homage" and "pay homage" are not much different from the famous thorn. However, most scholars write worship posts in their own hands to show their solemnity, while businesses like to make bamboo spikes that are not easy to break in batch.

Fang Yun quickly put the animal skin into his pocket to avoid being seen by anyone.

At the same time, three people suddenly came in at the door. One of them just saw Fang Yun take away the animal skin and thought for a moment. The color of regret on his face flashed and disappeared. He walked over quickly and said with a smile: "this scholar, is that fur willing to change hands?"

Fang Yun looked at the man carefully. He was a very ordinary middle-aged man with a smile and clear eyes. He had a moustache on his chin and his clothes looked very old-fashioned. His left hand was behind his back, and then fell to his side, with nothing in his hand.

Fang Yun recalled carefully, vaguely remembering that a small piece of wood appeared in the man's hand. The small piece of wood was obviously very common, but he felt a strange force printed into his mind. Moreover, the world of the strange book moved slightly, a virtual shadow of a corner of wood appeared, and then disappeared.

When the man came over, nu Nu's snow-white fox hair exploded. His four small claws grabbed Fang Yun's clothes and looked at the man's left sleeve with vigilance.

Fang Yun stroked Nu Nu and smiled at the man without answering.

The man looked at the slave in surprise. Seeing Fang Yun's expression, he sighed and said, "I'm afraid you don't know that thing, or even don't know its purpose. How about giving it to me? What do you need, and I'll meet it as much as possible."

Fang Yun shook his head gently.

The man leaned over and whispered, "there can be no more Jinshi Wen Bao."

Fang Yun also said in a low voice, "you obviously come to look for fur you haven't seen. No one can do it except those famous semi holy aristocratic families. If you want, you can, but you must exchange equivalent Wen Bao."

The man was silent for a moment and said, "I don't know the real value of this thing. I just speculate that it is very high, but I can't judge whether it can be used. A great scholar's literary treasure is my limit."

Fang Yun was secretly pleased. He didn't expect that the fur was so valuable. Even if the two Jiaolong horns were added together, they couldn't compare with a bachelor's Wen Bao. But according to the man, if the fur worked, its value would still be above the bachelor's Wen Bao.

Nu Nu pressed Fang Yun's shoulder with his claws to indicate that his price was low.

Fang Yun naturally understood and said, "it's too low."

The man sighed and moved his left sleeve.

Nu Nu immediately opened her eyes.

The humanitarian: "since we met, I would advise you to take this fur with you when you enter the holy ruins. Alas..." the man was very sorry, turned and left, and the two people who followed him glared at Fang Yun.

The three men walked silently and changed their appearance. They left Yinlong Pavilion and finally came to a quiet teahouse.

"You seem to know him?"

"The first show in ten countries is Fang Yun." the leader picked up the tea cup and drank tea slowly.

"He has just become famous. Why don't he find a way to get it? After eight years of hard work, he will give way to each other? Otherwise, the Menglin Hall..."

"We Ji family always go down with the water and never go up against the current! Since it's him, it's him. We have a good relationship today and can meet each other later."

"Didn't the third childe return empty handed during his trip to the holy ruins?"

"Not necessarily. Not today. Maybe it's the blessing of our Ji family! The general situation is in hand. We must try our best to enter the holy ruins. There is no doubt that our Ji family will be defeated in the face-to-face confrontation with them. Taking that fur will bring disaster and happiness. But Fang Yun is different."

"Why is he different?"

"I can't figure out anything about him."

In the Yinlong Pavilion, a voice appeared in Fang Yun's ear.

"I'll kill for you. Can you give me that fur?"

Fang Yun was dumbfounded. The whale king even stared at this thing. At the same time, he became more and more interested in the fur. He could hide it from the whale king. If it wasn't for the slave, it would be obtained by the man.

Fang Yun didn't answer. The whale king said, "the old man said that our Dragon Palace doesn't owe others. There should be something you want in Wenyou Xuan. Whether you can choose it depends on your own ability."