Chapter 775: The Discoveries of Returning to the Old Place
Translator: 549690339
The Discoveries of Returning to the Old Place
He looked around and found a resting area in a corner of the shop. Luo Feng walked over and sat down, closing his eyes.
“I can’t let my guard down. I need to slowly master this power. ” Luo Feng said to himself. Even so, his heart was filled with anticipation and desire for the future.
Feng Luo returned to his old mansion.
Pushing open the wooden door, Luo Feng stepped into the once familiar courtyard. The sunlight shone through the ancient pavilion, casting mottled shadows, creating a quiet and quaint atmosphere. The air was filled with the smell of flowers and soil, bringing up memories that were deeply buried in Luo Feng’s heart.
This was the first time he had set foot on this home after leaving his hometown for many years. Time had passed, but he could still feel the unique charm of this place.
Luo Feng quietly stepped onto the stone path, his gaze wandering around the houses. He remembered the people who grew up with him, but he did not know how they were doing now.
“My father once told me that the family’s treasures were buried here. “Luo Feng couldn’t help but think of the words father left for him.
He walked into a spacious and quaint room. Every corner exuded history and warmth. Paintings, furnishings, sculptures, and other works of art that had been sealed for a long time were quietly displayed, as if they were telling the story of their former glory.
During this process, Luo Feng couldn’t help but activate his appraisal ability again. When he stopped in front of an ancient landscape painting, the ray of light spread out from it again. He could see the subtle hidden in the depths of the painting and feel the artist’s ultimate pursuit of natural beauty.
“This is the work of my father! “Luo Feng was pleasantly surprised to find a line of familiar handwriting at the bottom corner. He touched the surface of the painting in advance and tried to feel the historical aura contained in it.
As he closed his eyes, the Appraisal Vision began to take effect. This landscape painting displayed more realistic and concrete colors and expressions in his mind. Every detail was so clear that it was unbelievable. It was as if the artist was standing right in front of Feng Luo.
This experience filled Feng Luo with a yearning for art, history, and family heritage. He deeply understood that it wasn’t just the value of the items that attracted him. It was more about the stories and emotions behind these artworks.
However, when Luo Feng came back to his senses, he found himself sitting in an unfamiliar corner. He touched his forehead and felt a trace of sweat dripping down.
“Perhaps I was too focused in this environment. “Luo Feng took a deep breath and stood up.
He decided to find a comfortable place to rest for a while, so he walked into another room. Feng Luo walked into the house and saw that the walls were filled with all kinds of exotic antiques and rare treasures. The furniture that decorated the room also looked new. The bookshelves were filled with books that he had collected in the past. Among them, there were many classic works that recorded rare cultural relics and appraisal techniques. He took a deep breath and prepared to re-examine these precious materials.
Luo Feng stood quietly in front of the bookshelf, picking up books and flipping through them. His hand gently touched the cover of each book, as if he could feel the wisdom and history contained in the book. Memories flooded his mind, and Luo Feng couldn’t help but laugh.
He continued to flip through the precious materials and found that there were many cultural relics that he had encountered or heard of during the treasure hunt. Every book made Feng Luo immersed in it, causing him to think about history and art on a deeper level.
“Over the years, I have never stopped looking for and identifying cultural relics in every corner. ‘”‘ But I’ve always been clear that this isn’t just for the pursuit of wealth, but to protect, inherit, and display these precious cultural heritages.”
He recalled the scene when his father brought him to search for treasures when he was young. Those experiences filled with adventures and surprises had strengthened his love for the treasure appraisal industry. Luo Feng stared at the old box. It was quietly placed in the corner. Its rusty exterior exuded an aura of vicissitudes, as if it had been forgotten for a long time. Curiosity drove him over and carefully opened the dusty lid.
The moment the lid was opened, Feng Luo’s eyes lit up. The box was filled with the records of his early pursuit of treasure appraisal technology and a mysterious stone. He picked up the stone in surprise and examined it carefully. It had strange patterns and deep colors, as if it hid endless secrets.
Memories suddenly flooded his mind. Luo Feng missed the passion and desire to explore the unknown when he was young. At that time, he followed his father around the world and learned a lot of precious and unique knowledge in the process of treasure hunting.
“What is this stone?” he muttered to himself. A trace of excitement rose in Feng Luo’s heart. He carefully placed the mysterious stone back into the box and then gently took out the book.
It was an ancient book covered in dust, and every page had traces of time. Luo Feng carefully opened it and flipped through it page by page.
The yellowed paper was filled with ancient and strange words. It took him a lot of effort to barely make out a few words.
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