Chapter 2244

After staying in the world for such a long time, ye Qian also saw some magic tools handed down from ancient times. It's just that these magic weapons have one thing in common in the human world, that is, they are not only powerful, but also often appear in places where people can't reach. For example, in the extreme south of the human world, or in the cliff of Huashan Mountain.

However, ye Qian was the first to see the bustling East China Sea as it is today, and still on the ground stall of Chong'an temple.

Along with the familiar breath, ye Qian and his three people all the way forward, and finally their steps stopped in front of an old man's stall.

The owner of this stall looks like he is 70-80 years old. Compared with Liu Er before him, the old man is very simple. His old cheeks, rough palms and ragged clothes are not like a dealer in antiques.

And the old man's stall is not placed in front of any rare things, it is a wood carving ornaments, it seems that are pure hand polished, very fine.

Nangong Miaomiao and ye Qingxuan now follow Ye Qian's eyes and look at the stall.

Soon, the two of them found a mahogany carved golden arhat in front of the stall, and the arhat held a rusty, seemingly small copper tripod in his hand.

Looking at the small copper Ding for a long time, Nangong Miaomiao showed an incredible expression.

Ye Qingxuan is also one of the shock, they do not understand how this thing can appear in the world?

"Ups and downs, this is, this is..."

When Nangong Miaomiao just wanted to talk about the origin of that thing, he was interrupted by Ye Qian.

Ye Qian smiles and Yanyan pats Nangong Miaomiao's hand and walks towards the stall.

"Old man, how do you sell these wooden ornaments?"

When he heard someone asking about the business, the old man looked up in a hurry. His eyes are a little dazed, rough fingers in the middle of a knife, pondered for half a sound, then said: "big two thousand, small 500, are the same price."

"Is it handmade?" Ye Qian asked again.

The old man replied, "it's natural. I polished it up a little bit by the old man."

Ye Qian nodded and deliberately looked at the old man's expression changes. Seeing that he was no different, ye Qian chose left and right and finally picked up the golden arhat.

"That's it. I'll take it."

The old man did not look up, just said: "that's small, 500 yuan."

Ye Qian narrowed his eyes and took out a stack of 100 yuan bills: "old man, this is for you. Don't change it."

The old man was stunned and didn't refuse. He just stretched out his hand and carefully collected the bank notes that ye Qian took out.

This transaction seems to be going on very smoothly, and when ye Qian and the golden arhat are ready to turn around and leave, a group of people behind him suddenly come up and block their way.

The leader of this group is an old man who looks 60 or 70 years old. The old man is gray on his temples and wears a Tang suit. He is very magnanimous, but his face is a little pale. And the old man's side is followed by a group of big men in suits. There are several low-end warriors in this group. The most prominent of these people is the old man with a bright yellow cassock.

The monk was in his forties, with nine scars on his head and a string of rosary beads in his hand, which made him look like a virtuous man.

However, his appearance is to deceive ordinary people, and in the eyes of Ye Qian and Nangong Miaomiao, he is just a little rookie just entering the natural world.

"This little brother, stop."

In front of Ye Qian, the old man in Tang Dynasty stopped them.

Ye Qian frowned slightly and raised his head and said, "what's the matter?"

The old man chuckled two times: "well, old man, I'm a Buddhist. I just saw the wooden arhat in my little brother's hand very lifelike. There are many Buddha statues. I wonder if the little brother can give it up to the old man and me?"

Ye qian can't help laughing when he hears that the other party is actually coming for his own arhat wood carving.

"Mr. old, there are many wood carvings on this stall, which are more vivid than the arhat in my hand. If you really want to invite one back, you can choose another one. Why do you have to take it away?"

Ye Qian turned his head and was about to leave. After all, he did not want to entangle with these people.

However, as ye Qian turned around, the old man in black under the Tang suit immediately surrounded him.

The leading man snorted coldly: "boy, do you know who you are talking to? Our master can take a fancy to the broken wooden pimple in your hand. It's a blessing that you have built in your life. If you are more sensible, you should hand over the things in your hand, otherwise... "

"What else? Are you going to rob in broad daylight? "

Ye Qian's face sank and he was already angry.

Seeing this, the old man in Tang costume yelled at him in a hurry: "Hongtao, back down, don't be rude."

Seeing the old man yelling, the strong man named Hong Tao had no choice but to retreat to one side."Little brother, let's have a discussion. How much did you spend on this woodcarving? The old man bought it at ten times the price. What do you think?"

Ye Qian was very clear about the old man's practice of singing "red face" and "white face".

With a cold smile, ye Qian looked back and said, "I still just said that, I don't sell it. After all, there are not many things that I can see in this world, so I don't want to share them with others. "

As soon as ye Qian said this, the expression of the old man in Tang costume immediately became deep. He didn't expect that he met such a boy who didn't get into the oil and salt.

After a subconscious look at the big monk around him, the old man in Tang costume can only sigh: "little brother, the old man is Huo Qilong, the owner of the Huo family in Donghai. You should have heard of the name of Huo family in Donghai. If the little brother can give the old man this convenience today, then even if my Huo family owes you a favor

Seeing that money can not move each other, Huo Qilong can only move out of the family name to bully each other.

However, his posture makes Nangong Miaomiao feel very dissatisfied. After all, when is it his turn to talk with a small Huo family in Donghai.

Slowly, Nangong Miaomiao snorted: "Huo family? Hehe, it's really a big face. Old man, you'd better look around. Will Nangong family in Donghai care about the face of your Huo family? "

Seeing this little girl reporting her family, Huo Qilong, who was still complacent, immediately turned pale. After all, Nangong's family is in the East China Sea, which is absolutely a gate valve, which is absolutely not comparable to his Huo family.

After a shiver, Huo Qilong looked cautiously at Nangong Miaomiao: "what's the relationship between the girl and Nangong family yet?"

And Nangong Miaomiao is proud of the airway: "my name is Nangong Miaomiao, my grandfather Nangong Fenghua."

In an instant, Huo Qilong's whole face was ugly.

But just when Huo Qilong felt that it was difficult to get off the tiger, the great monk who had been silent beside him suddenly made a Jishou and chanted a loud Buddhist name: "Amitabha."

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