"Brother Hao, where did the old man and his things go?"

Like Yan Hao, Soft Ling'er was looking down to read a book when she felt a cool breeze blowing around her.

Suddenly, I found that the old man in the East and his things disappeared in an instant, as if he was doing a trick.

She blinked her beautiful eyes and asked.

"I don't know, but I'm sure this old man in the East is not a liar, but a master of the world. ”

Yan Hao saw that the old man was full of words and affirmed.

"Brother Hao, what age is it, if you say that the old man is knowledgeable, experienced, knows medical skills, and can read faces, I believe it. ”

"Ling'er, this old man in the East always has a feeling that I can't tell, as if he is familiar, or the breath of a martial artist, in short, I have never felt this way, I really don't know when I will be able to meet his old man. ”

"Brother Hao, didn't the old man tell you a lot of profound truths, remember, remember. ”

Soft Ling'er's slender arm gently touched Yan Hao's chest and joked.

"I have memorized everything the old man said, and some of the words are indeed very profound, but they have really benefited me a lot, and they are indeed enough for me to digest for a while. ”

Yan Hao rubbed his somewhat sour waist and sighed.

At this time, he said in his heart: Since the old man said that the symptoms can gradually disappear without external strength, you might as well do what the old man said, observe and observe, and then make a decision.

"Brother Hao, in fact, what's wrong with being an ordinary person! With your intelligence, will you be afraid of those bad guys? Don't frown, look at me and smile. ”

Seeing that Yan Hao had been frowning, Soft Ling'er couldn't help but be a little worried, and grimaced at Yan Hao very obediently, comforting Yan Hao's mood that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Ling'er, thank you! I have time to understand this acupuncture technique, and I can't be ashamed of my sustenance for the old man!"

Yan Hao held the acupuncture technique left by the old man, and seemed to have regained some confidence from the small disappointment, maybe there are answers Yan Hao wanted to find in this book, some truths about life.

Yan Haozai carefully wrapped his schoolbag and put it in his arms, he looked at the soft Ling'er in front of him, and then at the bustling pedestrian street crowd, and couldn't help but sigh, there is no shortcut to contacting any kung fu, what suits you is the best, it is true.

"Brother Hao, it's better to go to the antique market with me! I haven't been there for a long time, I remember the last time I went there was when my grandfather was not injured, there are a lot of antiques you haven't seen and some interesting stories about antiques. ”

Seeing that Yan Hao had been unable to keep up, Soft Ling'er decided to take him to the nearby antique market for a walk to relax.

"What......? Antique market? You're a girl who's interested in antiques. ”

Yan Hao was a little surprised.

"Brother Hao, you don't understand this! When we come to a country to travel, we have two places that we must visit, otherwise we will really come in vain. ”

Soft Ling'er paused and said with a smile.

"Ling'er, travel must be to the scenic spot to play! How can it be a beautiful place!"

Yan Hao said bluntly.

"Brother Hao, you're cheesy! These two places are museums and antique markets. ”

"Dizzy, Ling'er, what is there to play in these two places?"

Museums are the source of the vitality of a developed city and a witness to history. The antique market is a symbol of the city's deep cultural heritage, which is the embodiment of history and culture. ”

Ruan Ling'er talked about history, and Yan Hao suddenly felt that his cultural level in front of Ling'er was a little unable to keep up.

Yan Hao said in his heart: Ordinary people really can't understand where the fun of these two places is? The antique market is nothing more than a place for profiteering!

However, since Ling'er wanted to go, Yan Hao did not refuse, and said with a smile: "I only know that the antique market is a place that some collectors love to go to, and I don't know if they are here to explore history and culture." ”

"Brother Hao, isn't there such a sentence?

Soft Ling'er smiled.

Ten minutes later, the two quickly walked to the antique market next to the pedestrian street, which was close to evening, and the crowd was bustling with people under the bright lights, which looked very lively.

Antique lovers and antique vendors from all over the world gather here, and on both sides of a small road, there are mobile shops every three to five meters.

Generally, this kind of roadside antique stall only has a piece of cloth for antiques, a small stool, a wooden box, and all kinds of gadgets, such as porcelain, jade, hand-carved products, ancient calligraphy and paintings, the four treasures of the study, some old books, and so on.

Yan Hao and Soft Ling'er, walking in it, looking around, they were a little dazzled, the things here can be said to be what they have seen in ordinary times, and there are also things they have never seen, which can be described as all-encompassing.

"Brother Hao, have you been to the antique market before?"

Soft Ling'er asked.

"Ling'er, this is the first time I've been here, but it looks very well organized. ”

Yan Hao smiled awkwardly.

"Brother Hao, this huge antique market is actually a river and lake, and this river and lake is true and false, false and true, since it is a river and lake, there are rules that should be followed, all in the eyes, and buying things also depends on the righteous words. ”

Soft Ling'er stretched out her slender jade hand, pointed to the experts who came here to Taobao in the antique market, and carefully decomposed.

"Ling'er, you know a lot, I have heard people say before, the antique market contains an infinite amount of knowledge, once you see the true face of Lushan, mud bricks will also turn into gold bricks, I heard that it is a Taobao holy land. ”

Yan Hao smiled slightly.

"Brother Hao, let's go over there and have a look, it's really lively. ”

As soon as this soft Ling'er arrived at the antique market, it was almost like being beaten with chicken blood, it was called an obsession, this turn, that look, and pulled Yan Hao into the center of the antique market.

"Ling'er, slow down, there are a lot of people here, it's not safe. ”

Yan Hao reluctantly followed behind Soft Ling'er and came to an antique stall that mainly sold porcelain.

Yan Hao observed that behind him was an antique shop, called Yufeng Hall, which didn't seem to be anything special on the surface.

It's just that in Yan Hao's opinion, this antique stall has a certain relationship with the antique shop behind him that he can't say.

At first glance, the middle-aged man selling porcelain in front of him sat on a small stool, holding a small copper kettle in his left hand, wiping it with a flower cloth in his right hand, and whistling in his mouth, posing very leisurely.

The man was wearing a pair of worn jeans and a green military coat through which a blue T-shirt could be faintly seen.

He wears a pair of nearsighted glasses, the skin on his face is tanned, and under the seemingly earthy dress, he hides a pair of very shrewd eyes.