The Conjuror Xena

If you don't speak, the stall owner can't put it away when he opens his talk box. His roar without pause immediately makes his eyes twinkle.

"Oh! That sounds good. Can I have a try? " Enchanting blinked her eyes, already began to extremely distrust the boasting of the stall owner.

"Of course not, such a precious treasure, how can you let people try at will. If you don't buy it, you can't try it. Anyway, I don't worry that it can't be sold."

Seeing enchanting interest, the crafty stall owner immediately sold the key.

This middle-aged person does not explain also even if, an explanation enchanting, immediately determined that the wood carving in his hand must be a fake.

She could hear the quickening sound of the owner's heart beating more and more wildly, so she had reduced the value of wood carving to the minimum.

If she was still a ten year old girl, she might be ecstatic to see the seller's performance like a magic stick, and she would feel that she must be lucky. She could meet high-level people selling things in this low-level market similar to the vegetable market.

But after seeing so many magic sticks, she has a strong resistance to this kind of guy who seems to have a lot of material in her stomach. Even the acting skills of the rich old man are much better than this!

In Jiwu City, where there are so many experts with extraordinary vision passing by every day, if the seller really has enough arrogant details, how can this broken wood carving be seen by himself?

If the seller is really strong enough to understand the value and extraordinary of this object and want to sell, then the best place to go is not the noisy market now, but the appraisal ground of the official Kunshan auction! That's where the gold owners gather. The goods can't be sold at a good price.

In this kind of small market, if you are really lucky to meet a good thing, it is also because the seller who gets the good thing by chance has no ability to identify the value of the treasure, so he will mark it as cheap and sell it as a common rare item.

She originally only expected the owner to know the origin of the object. The more unclear it was, the more she valued it. Only when the old owner was not clear about the real value of the item, would the next buyer have the chance to detect the leakage.

But now the owner of the stall is obviously boasting too much about the wood carving, and he looks like an expert. He is absolutely sure of the value of the wood carving and even knows how to use it.

Why does he spend days or dozens of days in such a small place to sell something that he thinks is of great value at a low price unless his head is caught in the door?

It's hard and thankless.

Isn't it the same as an idiot selling a gem for an egg?

If it's true, I'll eat it!

Enchanting again weighed the woodcarving in her hand, and then gently put it back on the red cloth. Then he patted the ashes and stood up.

"Hello! Girl, are you sure you don't want it? This is a big chance! I will never meet such a good object again

As soon as I saw the big fish that was not easy to get hooked, the stall owner who had been making a mystery could be anxious.

"No, it's too expensive for me to buy."

Enchanting a look back, suddenly saw two familiar figures from the bustling crowd, suddenly more uninterested in the woodcarving and woodcarving vendor beside him. He shook his hand and casually replied, and jumped into the sea with a hundred miles of dust.

"Ah, ah, ah..." The calling card is in the throat.

The middle-aged man who stretched out his hand to call back enchanting, but could no longer find her figure in the sea of people, drew back his stiff hand in the air. He wiped a handful of soil from the ground and wiped it on his cheek.

Depressed to say to himself: "is this old man's pretending to force means or too clumsy?"

"It's obviously copied like that."

The middle-aged man murmured and reached for a small piece carefully from his arms. If enchanting was present, he would stop curiously again. Because at that time as like as two peas, the middle-aged man strolled out the small pieces from his arms.

No!

There are still some subtle differences. Although the texture of the wood is similar, and the carver is as poor as before, there is a faint ink mark on the left shoulder of the wood carving taken out by the man, as if it was used for Paperweight before, so it has a trace of ink fragrance.

Although the wood carving looks crude, if it is really explored with enchanting divine sense, it will not be the fake aura resonance, but the light of real treasure!

What the middle-aged stall owner said about enchanting is not entirely a myth. In fact, the so-called divine wood that can reproduce any person's breath really exists. This is his early tomb theft, which was stolen from an ancient powerful tomb that can not be identified. Because it was originally a paperweight wood, it did not attract the attention of the middle-aged people. It was only in recent years that he finally found out the usage of the object I want to sell it for a good price at this Kunshan auction!

Isn't it? The official Kunshan auction has not started yet!

So he came up with such a dirty bad idea when he was wandering in Jiwu city. He asked someone to carve a pile of wooden statues according to the shape of the sacred wood, and then planted gods in the wood carvings, in an attempt to deceive some unjust bigheads in the market.If he is forced to demonstrate the real ability of "Shenmu", he can also use the real one to show it. However, the woman has been holding the fake in her hand, and he has no way to change things.

He thought that the rich people of blue magic sea in the early Yuan Dynasty were all gathered in Jiwu City, and the business of the Shanzhai goods must be easy to do. However, he did not expect that the rich people usually ate good food, so they did not have a bad brain. Each shrewd like an old fox, also do not know from where to see their own problems, is not moved!

"My day! Is it that Laozi's Yintang is black and there is bird droppings on top of his head that brings bad luck

The more depressed the middle-aged man wanted, the fake in his left hand and the real one in his right hand. He looked up depressed and cursed God!

"Quack!"

It is the so-called "Heaven can not be deceived", not later than not, in the moment when the man looked up and despised his fate, a hoarse and ugly crow came from the blue sky.

Then a bubble of indigestion, still with warm body temperature of the crow excreta from the sky, by the creator's means, impartial middle-aged people despise the eyes of heaven!

Ouch!

The stinky crow with irritants pasted on his face. The middle-aged man suddenly screamed and covered his face with both hands!

"Pooh! Pooh! I'll do it

He wiped his cheek hard with his sleeve. After a flurry, he reluctantly revealed his bleeding eyes!

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