Transmigration Dimensions: The Master Cultivator Young Miss

"Two and a half hangers came to pick up the leak..." Feng Ming shook his head noncommittal, but his expression eased, and he said with a little complaint: "I've wronged you, and followed them to wander around like this. It was wasted. A lot of time."

Hua Shu smiled carelessly, "It's okay, it's good to go out occasionally."

Hearing what she said, Feng Ming looked down at the hand they wanted to hold, and smiled on his lips, "Yes, it's not bad to come out once in a while."

Although it is good for two people to be company at home, it is also a pleasure to go shopping holding hands like this occasionally.

Hua Shu raised his eyes to look at him, and it happened that he was also looking at her, and the eyes of the two instantly met and became entangled together.

Her heart jumped, as if she was caught peeking, a little embarrassed, but she didn't dodge, the two of them just stared at each other like this, and at the same time showed a warm smile.

On the other side, Cheng Bo was about to take a closer look at the bronze mirror. The stall owner had already greeted the other guests and noticed them.

Previously, because two well-dressed middle-aged people were looking at things, the boss caught a glimpse of four people, one large, three small, and he regarded them as children who came to see the fun. The two middle-aged people didn't take them seriously. It was not until the two middle-aged men left that he noticed that these little children were well-dressed and seemed to be from a good family, so he immediately put on a smile.

"Children, you have a good vision. This is a bronze mirror from the Shang Dynasty. If you talk about the Shang Dynasty, you must know that the Romance of the Gods took place in that dynasty. This bronze mirror is an heirloom uploaded by the original owner’s ancestor, if not Something happened to that family and urgently needed money, and it was impossible to get it into my hands. If you want to talk about the origin of this bronze mirror, that's incredible..."

The stall owner opened his mouth and opened his mouth, and he blew the fake bronze mirror into the sky. From the Shang Dynasty to the Fengshen Kingdom, and from the Fengshen Kingdom to the Shang princes and nobles, he just found a fake for the fake. Noble origin.

Cheng Bo mixes a lot in the antique market, and is considered well-informed. He doesn't respond much to the nonsense of the stall owners, but Song Zihao was the first time he saw such a good stall vendor, and he was stunned.

Finally, after the stall owner said that he was tired, Song Zihao swallowed and said with a look of admiration: "Boss, it's a pity that you don't talk about cross talk!"

Then, he put the bronze mirror back on the stall, turned and left.

"Eh! Kid, how did you go? Don't go!" the stall owner hurriedly called.

Song Zihao and Cheng Bo didn't look back, and quickly walked away from the stall. They looked at each other as they walked, and then...

"Hahaha... Laughing at me, that boss is really interesting." Song Zihao laughed loudly.

"Hehe, I don't think he should set up a stall, he should talk about storytelling." Cheng Bo couldn't help but laugh. "I was a little bit unsure of the bronze mirror. I wanted to take a closer look. I was so fooled by him. I immediately I knew there was no need to watch it."

"Haha, he must think that we don't understand anything and want to kill us as fat sheep." Song Zihao said, finally stopped laughing.

"Heh! Did you just find out?" Cheng Bo couldn't help but hit him, and said: "From the time he started talking about Shang dynasty, I knew that he was taking us as fools who didn't understand anything. What kind of things are on the antique market? There are people, just a few words of flicking, it's nothing."

While speaking, Cheng Bo remembered Hua Shu's movement of shaking his head at that time, as well as the suggestive words, Hua Shu, this person seems to be not easy!

Hua Shu was looking at something in front of a small stall not far away. With her ears, it was not difficult to hear the movement from them. Seeing the two of them came and laughed, she couldn't help but laugh.

"It's true for you two. I said that the iron lump can only go into the trash can. But you don't believe it. You have to let the stall owner fool you before you can believe it. How about it?

Song Zihao heard this and exclaimed: "Ah! So you knew it was a fake?"

"Isn’t that obvious? Didn’t those people just look at them before they left? Even the two people next to you just looked at the bronze mirror at that time, and didn’t look at it any more. I left without asking the price of an item, which can only mean that there is no genuine item on that stall, or even that looks like an authentic item."

Hua Shu didn't say that he saw that there was no genuine product there, but only analyzed the reactions of the guests who appeared before and after to explain to them why he knew that the bronze was a fake.

"No wonder, that's the case." Song Zihao suddenly realized.

"Heh! You are young and look like you were born rich and rich. Typical people are stupid and rich. Who is the stall owner who doesn't fool you?" Hua Shu pursed his lips and spoke harshly.

"People are stupid...a lot of money...? Cheng Bo repeated it in a daze, with a strange expression.

Song Zihao was also hit, speechlessly, and didn't want to say anything.

Regardless of whether they were hit or not, Hua Shu stopped in front of a small stall with Feng Ming, his eyes fell on an iron box.

The iron box has been rusty, although it looks old, but because there are too many rust on it, it is hard to tell what age it is, and it is thrown in the corner as **** by the vendor, with a pile of rust on it. Put the broken and incomplete objects together.

Hua Shu carefully picked up the iron box and looked at it carefully. She was a little curious, because in her spiritual eyes, the box exudes a faint white light, and the inside of the box exudes a little richer than the box itself. Light.

According to her experience, it is not difficult to guess that the box contains something older than the box itself.

With an idea in her mind, Hua Shu tried to open the box, but the rust on the box was too heavy and it was already tightly closed. Worried about damaging the iron box, she did not force it open in the end.

In desperation, she opened her perspective eyes and looked at the iron box in her hand.

When I saw it in perspective, I first saw that the inside of the iron box was empty and there was nothing, but when I looked down, there was a mezzanine hidden under the iron sheet at the bottom of the box.

Although there was no light source inside and it was pitch black, it couldn't stop Hua Shu's perspective eyes. As expected, she sent the light-emitting object in the mezzanine.

It seemed to be a piece of parchment, because after being folded, it was wrapped in layers of oiled paper. She couldn't see what was written on it, but it was not easy to take it out because the iron box was a delicately made mechanism. box.

However, due to poor preservation over a long period of time, it has been corroded and damaged by rust. Now that there is a correct way to open it, it may not be able to open it. Moreover, she also found a self-destructing device in it. If it was dismantled violently, the unknown liquid stored in it would flow out, destroying the parchment.