Many people who come to Panjiayuan are in the mood of Taobao, and of course, most of them want to find truly valuable antiques here in Panjiayuan.

That's not much more than the odds of winning the lottery, and even if it's an antique, not all antiques are valuable.

"The greatest pleasure of Taobao is, of course, to get treasures, but the process of Taobao itself is a kind of fun. Murong Xianxian said while looking left and right.

"Peng Jun, have you been here before?" asked Wu Juanjuan.

"I've been to a few classes. Peng Jun replied honestly.

"Class?" Wu Juanjuan didn't react.

"After buying fakes a few times and paying more than 4,000 yuan in tuition, I never came back again. ”

Peng Jun was a little embarrassed.

Both of them laughed.

Among the relics left by Zhu Guoen, there are many pieces of porcelain, which have been collected by the owners of Wenxiangfang in the past dynasties, and some are collected by Zhu Guoen himself.

Among the stalls on both sides, the most is porcelain, from the era of the cave people on the top of the mountain to the modern era, a dazzling array of dazzling, to see the eyes of the people.

"I look at it all the same, hey, this tripod is from the Western Zhou Dynasty, will it be broken? Wu Juanjuan pointed to a bronze tripod that was slightly larger than a human head, and the tripod was full of turquoise copper lure, which looked ancient.

"What is the Western Zhou? Last week's was pretty much the same. Peng Jun whispered in Wu Juanjuan's ear and didn't know what to say, Wu Juanjuan immediately threw down the things in her hand, and a disgusting expression appeared on her face.

"Murong, let's go. She seemed to be really disgusted by what Peng Jun said, and beckoned Murong Xianxian to leave.

Murong Xianxian also heard it, it was nothing more than how to make old bronzes, and the most disgusting thing was to soak in feces... It was disgusting, but she was now concentrating on a piece of bronze, a long lump of copper, to be exact.

Wu Juanjuan was about to speak, but Peng Jun pulled Murong Xianxian and said: "Boss, you are too capable of making trouble, let's not talk about the authenticity of this piece of bronze, and you are embarrassed to put this copper lump out?"

The stall owner glanced at it, and also sweated, it seemed that this copper lump was taken by the way when he received the goods somewhere, but now he definitely can't say so, "Sister, you don't understand, didn't I just say, these are antiquities of the Zhou Dynasty, you look at it as a copper lump, in fact, it is also an old object, but it is a little rusty...... ""Gotcha! ”

Murong Xianxian interrupted him: "You can get it from others, if these are really ancient bronzes, it is estimated that you will not be able to come out of the prison seat, but these bronze daggers are good, you can tell me the real price, right?" "It's too dark, isn't it? Murong Xian said.

The stall owner lowered his voice: "Anyway, this is also an antique handicraft, well-made, jumping." ”

Murong Xian said coldly: "The workmanship is good, but it can be ruined by your old workmanship, at most 70, don't sell it." The peddler gritted his teeth: "It's 37, make a friend." ”

"Wait a minute, I'll wrap this up, it's an add-on. Murong Xianxian said, pointing to the bronze bar.

"Murong, this thing is a waste product, what do you want it for?" Wu Juanjuan asked.

She asked at the right time, the stall owner was still there wondering if this pimple was a treasure, and after hearing it, he looked at Murong Xianxian and waited for her to answer.

Didn't he say it just now, Murong Xianxian pointed at the stall owner, and said with a little teasing: "If anyone asks about it on the shelf, it will be said that the old object is too rusty." Peng Jun and Wu Juanjuan both laughed, the stall owner's face was a little unnatural, but he no longer doubted it, and said with a bitter face: "This can't be used as an additive, even if you sell copper, you can sell it for a few dollars." ”

"Boss, you're not honest, do you care about the money from selling scrap here?"

Murong Xian said with a smile.

"Forget it, this is the first opening today, I hope to get a good fortune and send it to you. "The stall owner is naturally not for any good luck, but is worried about what negative impact Murong Xianxian will bring if he grinds here.

"Then thank you. Murong Xianxian paid the money and wrapped the dagger solemnly, and the copper pimple was just carried casually.

Returning to the flow of people, the group continued to move forward, and Wu Juanjuan asked puzzledly: "Murong, why do you buy it when you know that dagger is fake." "I'm afraid the real target of the chairman is that copper bar, right?" Peng Jun asked.

"That's right, that's it. Murong Xianxian admitted with a smile.

"What the hell is that east? Wu Juanjuan was really curious.

"I don't know. ”

Murong Xianxian looked around, found a place that was not noticeable and there were no people, and then took the copper bar horizontally, took out the dagger and gently struck it on it with a unique rhythm, of course she would not identify any antiques, but the first thing she was attracted to was the wisp of dark energy contained on this copper bar.

The older the grave, the longer it is immersed in it, the stronger the smell, she felt this breath on this copper bar, so she stopped to observe.

In her mind, since this thing has a strong spiritual aura, it must have been dug out of some ancient tomb, just by virtue of this, it means that it is indeed an antique and most importantly, when touching it, Murong Xianxian faintly felt a trace of familiar power and magic power.

In other words, it was very likely that it was wrapped in a witch weapon, how could she not buy it?

As she stroked rhythmically, the heavy rust on it began to peel off, and when the lure was completely knocked off, the artifact finally revealed its true face.

This is a pen-shaped witch weapon, the surface is bronze, it seems to be cast in one piece, the tip of the pen is extremely sharp, exuding a burst of cold air, on the pen barrel, engraved with a simple huā pattern, near the back end there are three ancient characters, but she can't recognize it.

The real witchcraft are all inherited, or there are written texts, or engraved on the witchcraft, or in some special form, like the inheritance of sentences, stored in the carrier in the form of information, and then stimulated by witchcraft.

With Wu and Peng by her side, she couldn't do more, so she packed this witch weapon in a box with a dagger, and the bronze dagger was naturally discarded.

Leak detection is usually something that can not be done again, and to be able to get this witch weapon today, Murong Xianxian is already full of joy, and then it is purely appreciation.

Suddenly, the mobile phone rang, this time it was no longer the "Lafayette, it's just an ordinary and soft music", after answering, it was Du Fei'er's loud voice: "Slender baby, where are you? I'm going to find you!"

"Why don't you invite the leader to eat forging," Murong Xianxian asked.

"Those people are so busy, they were going to celebrate the signing, but how smart I am, they didn't mention it when they said they wanted to accompany you. Du Fei'er said proudly.

"Cut! Did I let you give Shen Huixin the information?" asked Murong Xian Xian.

"Do you mean the information of those cars? Don't worry, it's all done, tell me where you are, and we'll talk about it when we meet?" Du Fei'er said hurriedly.

"Master Peng, what is the best place to eat nearby, I made an appointment with my friend to meet. Murong Xianxian turned her head and asked.

"There was a cyclamen, the food was good, and many people knew it. Peng Jun thought for a moment and replied.

"Well, even if they take a taxi, they'll have to wait a while before we'll go shopping. Murong Xianxian looked at his watch, and there was still time, so he asked Peng Jun to lead the way in the direction of the cyclamen.

"You, racism is not right, you can't watch people put down plates!" a stumbling voice sounded.

Racism?

Murong Xian and several people looked at a porcelain stall next to them, only to see that there was already a circle of people there, a foreigner was holding a porcelain bottle and reasoning with the stall owner, Peng Jun inquired about the excitement next to him, but it was the stall owner who saw the foreigner and wantonly raised the price, but he didn't know that the foreigner had already grown a heart, and he came forward to inquire after a customer from a Chinese country asked for a price.

"Young man, is it wrong for you to do this, let's discuss it and solve it. Someone reminded the young man that according to the market management, such behavior as a stall owner is wrong, and if the foreigner does not forgive, he will be punished if he sues the industrial and commercial department.

The stall is a young man, about thirty years old, originally caught by a foreigner, he still has some mistakes, after being reminded, only to be tired, no way, this foreigner is too shrewd, he had to compare the previous price and drop it by one percent, which made the foreigner leave with a smile.

"Bad luck, now foreigners are shrewd. The young man looked depressed.

Of course, there was no loss just now, but the idea of killing that foreigner fell through, and it was not worth dollars.

"You deserve it!" stealing chickens doesn't eat rice!" Wu Juanjuan was a little gloating, but fortunately her voice was low, and the stall owner was looking at the foreigner's back hatefully, but she didn't hear it, otherwise it would be another entanglement.

Murong Xianxian also shook her head, feeling that it was not interesting, and greeted her and prepared to continue shopping, she was a little hungry now, and wanted to go to the cyclamen first.

"Huh?" As soon as she walked past the stall, a strange aura suddenly came, and her steps immediately stopped moving.