Chapter 161

"Master, stop your anger and ask your master to punish you!"

The second daughter saw Yang Xuan's silence and thought the other party was angry.

At this time, Yang Xuan was on the line. It seemed that he couldn't go without sending it out. He had to harden his head and say, "I think you're the first offender. Today, I'll punish you a little lighter. Pout. Just smoke five times per person. It's not an example!"

"I beg the master to punish me severely!"

The two women said in unison, "the slaves have made the master angry. Please don't be merciful. Please punish the slaves heavily, otherwise the slaves will feel sorry in their hearts."

Fuck!

Yang Xuan has a black line on his forehead. He suspects that the twin sisters were abused by Zhou AHU before. Which one is better?

"What are you talking about? Bargain for me. Pout!"

Yang Xuan deliberately pretended to be very angry. The second daughter dared not say more, so she had to stand up, turn her back and lie on the stone table.

Yang Xuan Gulu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the belt in his hand slapped five times towards the two women.

"This is just a lesson. If you dare to do it again next time, it won't be so easy!"

Yang Xuan explained with a straight face, "come here first today. You two go and get hurt. Go back and practice the swordsmanship just now. I'll go first if I have something to do."

Then he hurried away, feeling guilty in his heart. He secretly lamented that the talent of the sword spirit was too terrible.

Just now, even Yang Xuan himself didn't know how many whips he ate and how long it took before he had today's heat.

The twin sisters, however, have just started, and can have at least 30% of Yang Xuan's current heat. This speed is simply more mysterious than fantasy novels!

But now for Yang Xuan, there is another headache.

It's not easy to gather all kinds of natural materials and earth treasures and forge two peerless swords for the second daughter. Now there's another tricky thing: Secret script.

Skylark and Begonia are rare sword spirits. Their talents are far beyond Yang Xuan's expectation. They must find a top-level sword script for them, otherwise they will be exposed to nature.

The top swordsmanship scripts, let alone in the world of ordinary people, are extremely rare even in the dark world where Yang Xuan mixed up at the beginning.

In desperation, he had to call Li Yu and asked her where she had the most books. He planned to go there.

Li Yu replied that at the Xinhua Bookstore, Yang Xuan scolded me and hung up.

And secretly laughed at his brain pumping. How do you think of calling an ordinary person to find a martial arts script?

If you want to find this kind of thing, you have to go to the antique market. Maybe you can pick up a leak.

Nanjiang is an ancient city with a long history. Although the reputation of the antique market here is not big in the eyes of ordinary people, people who are really knowledgeable often come all the way here to pick up leaks, from all over the world.

As soon as Yang Xuangang parked his car, a dozen people jumped up, "boss, do you want antiques? My cousin just dug them out of his eyes."

"Boss, look at my family. My second uncle is a professional grave robber!"

"Boss, go to my store and have a look. I put Hu Bayi, a professional!"

Yang Xuan has a black line on his forehead. I've read too many novels. I'm still talking about Hu Bayi. His hometown is Jingjue ancient city!

Any antique market, as long as it is on the surface, 99.9% are fake. This knowledgeable person knows that the purpose of wandering here is to see if he can find the 0.1% leak.

Yang Xuan wandered around inside. He didn't see anything valuable, but he was in a good mood, because the people here were so funny that they were all good performers.

An old man dressed as a farmer squatted on the ground and sold a scroll, saying that he dug it out of the ground when his old house was renovated.

From the appearance, it looks like a mold. Someone asked the old man what it was.

The old man had big yellow teeth and a strong local accent. "I don't know. When decorating the old house, I dug it out underground. I heard a distant relative from the Cultural Relics Bureau in my city say that let me hide it well and say it's God Qianlong's calligraphy. I don't know what Qianlong is. It's better to exchange two money for my son to marry his daughter-in-law."

At this point, someone shook his head and left.

Those who know a little know the basic routine of these swindlers. First, they disguise themselves as ignorant. Second, their things must be dug out from the underground of the old house. Third, they must have a distant relative who works in the Cultural Relics Bureau.

As long as the words of any stall owner have these three elements at the same time, those are liars.

But there are still some people who stay in place and have humanity, "Qianlong? Bragging force. Open it for us and see what's written inside."

The old man hesitated for a while and said, "that's good, but first say good, just take a look."

Say, carefully spread out the scroll slowly.

Inside is a small seal script with flying dragons and Phoenix. The paper color is simple and yellow, and the pen power is vigorous and elegant. Even Yang Xuan is stunned. How does it look like real?

Especially the seal as like as two peas, whether they are typeface, color, or edge, are exactly the same as those used by Qianlong.

However, when Yang Xuan recognized what was written in the small seal, he almost didn't recognize that a mouthful of old blood was ejected.

I'm afraid even three-year-old children are familiar with the above content. Xiaozhuan translates it as: a drop of wine by the driver and two lines of tears by relatives.

What a mess! Are the counterfeiters so humorous now?

However, to Yang Xuan's surprise, this pair of words was really bought at a price of 30000 yuan. As a baby, he was generally happy to close his mouth and thought he had picked up a big bargain.

Yang Xuan has a black line in his head. No wonder there are so many swindlers now. It turns out that there are too many fools and the market is too big. The supply of swindlers is in short supply!

However, Yang Xuan didn't expose it. On the one hand, he didn't mind meddling. On the other hand, the antique shop has the rules of the antique shop. There is no one who deceives anyone. If he buys fake things, he can only say that he has lost his eyes.

"Lying trough, green, green, rich, rich!"

At this time, there was a sudden call not far away, and everyone was immediately attracted. Yang Xuanxin thought that he was idle anyway, so he joined the fun with the past.

This area is filled with all kinds of stones. It is the gambling area. One person cut a piece of jade with very good quality at the price of 20000 yuan. In the twinkling of an eye, he made hundreds of thousands of net profits. He was so happy that his chin was almost crooked.

All the people nearby threw envious eyes at him. The gambling stone stall owner took the opportunity to shout, "these stones are new. Don't miss the opportunity to make a fortune when you pass by!"

Stimulated by the man in front, a group of people Hula around and began to buy stones.

Yang Xuan has neither perspective eyes nor the ability to judge what kind of flesh inside through appearance, nor the ability to echo the so-called "aura" inside the stone in online novels.

To put it bluntly, he is a layman. He comes here skillfully to join in the fun and kill time. If he looks at the right eye, he will buy two pieces and cut them for fun. Anyway, he doesn't lack these two money.

Just when Yang Xuangang picked a stone to pay the bill, his face suddenly coagulated, and his two pupils shrank into the most dangerous needle shape!

Murderous!