In the antique market, Zhao Fan is slowly strolling around, the medical equipment he needs can only be found here, if he can't find it, it proves that Song Weiming's life is over.

In addition to a few shops, there are large and small stalls, each of which is surrounded by a crowd of people.

These people are naturally here to pick up leaks, and compared to the shops, there is a much greater chance of picking up leaks from such a small stall.

"Little brother, come and see my wine glass, this is a thing from the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the price is negotiable. ”

Zhao Fan was suddenly pulled by, and when he looked back, he saw that it was a middle-aged man, with a thin figure and small eyebrows, which was not a good thing at first glance.

The thief-eyed man smiled enthusiastically, "Little brother, look at my treasure here, I'm sure you can match it." ”

"Hey, mouse, I can't stand it, aren't you a young man? Nine out of ten things in your broken stall are fake, and one is even more fake that even a fool can see. ”

This time it was the booth next door that spoke, a chubby man with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, who looked quite learned.

"Dead fatty, don't tell me nonsense, why am I fake here?"

The thief-eyed man retorted with a red face and a thick neck, but the fat man walked over slowly and leisurely and picked up the wine glass that was placed in the most conspicuous position.

The fat man looked at it and laughed.

"Young man, I advise you not to believe him, you don't know this cup, I know, where is the Western Zhou, it is clear that it was left over from last week. ”

The thief snatched the cup with a manly eyebrow, stared at the fat man fiercely, and cursed the fat man's ancestors in a low voice.

Zhao Fan smiled indifferently, he didn't need the fat man to say that he knew it.

Those who are in a hurry are not buying and selling, and those who are generally shouting at the antique market for you to come and see are liars nine times out of ten.

Continuing to walk inside, Zhao Fan's eyes were suddenly attracted, but what attracted his attention was not objects, but an old man with an elegant temperament.

The old man also set up a small stall, but there were few things in the stall, so that there were few people in front of the stall.

Zhao Fan came to the front of the old man's stall and squatted down to look at the items on the stall.

Almost all of them were ordinary old objects, but there was one thing in the corner that made his eyes shine.

It was an item wrapped in cloth, although it was inconspicuous in the corner, but Zhao Fan recognized it at a glance, and the cloth was wrapped in a set of needles!

"Sir, please hand me that item. ”

When the old man heard Zhao Fan's words, he just glanced at Zhao Fan.

"Little guy, although there are not many items here, but everything is more attractive than the rag, what do you choose a rag for?"

Zhao Fan smiled slightly.

"Sir, the boy just wants to confirm his thoughts, to see if the items in the rags are what the boy thinks. ”

The old man's cloudy eyes flashed when he heard this, and after hesitating for a moment, he threw the rag over.

Zhao Fan immediately grabbed it in his hands.

Hard!

The moment I came into contact with the rag, the word popped up in my mind, as if what I was holding in my hand at the moment was not a rag, but a brick!

He carefully opened the rag, revealing a fuchsia wooden box carved with lifelike flowers and some mysterious characters.

"This is..."

Zhao Fan looked at this wooden box and began to breathe rapidly, because he already knew what was inside, it was indeed a set of needles, but it was not a silver needle, but a gold needle!

The moment the small box was opened, twenty-four gold needles were neatly placed in it.

This made Zhao Fan's hand holding the box tremble slightly.

The old man looked at Zhao Fan's excited appearance, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Little guy, do you recognize this thing?"

Zhao Fan took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and said, "Old man, the kid likes this item very much, but I'm afraid the money on me is not enough, can I..."

When the old man heard this, he immediately waved his hand.

"Young man, don't talk about money for a moment, do you know what this item does for a while? What do you do when you buy it? Can you handle it?"

Zhao Fan buckled the box in his hand and wrapped the rag again.

"Old man, since the kid has spoken, he naturally knows the use of this thing, and as for the usage, it is to hang the pot to help the world, if you want to control it, the kid can do it!"

Unexpectedly, he originally planned to come out to find a set of silver needles to take advantage of, but now he actually encountered a long-lost gold needle!

Silver needles are different from gold needles, and the user must have internal strength, otherwise they cannot be treated with gold needles.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he stared at Zhao Fan for a long time, "Okay, good!"

He said three good things in a row, and his eyes were full of appreciation.

"Young man, since this is the case, the old man should give this thing to you, I hope you don't forget the four words of hanging the pot to help the world, and make good use of this thing!"

Zhao Fan shook his head again and again when he heard this.

"Never, please take it..."

Just as he was about to take out all his family property, the old man had already packed his stall, but the set of gold needles was placed in front of Zhao Fan.

"Young man, you and I are destined, the old man is not here to beg for a living, but to find a new owner for it, and the wish to meet your old man today will be fulfilled, and we will meet again in the future. ”

As he spoke, the old man directly picked up the package and strode towards the exit of the antique market.

Zhao Fan hurriedly picked up the golden needle and prepared to catch up, but when he looked up, the person was gone.

Looking at the golden needle in his hand, Zhao Fan let out a sigh of relief.

"It seems that I have met a master today, don't worry, in my hands in the future, I will definitely not insult you. ”

It was worth the trip, Zhao Fan left the antique market with the golden needle satisfied, and he also sighed in his heart that Song Weiming's old thing should not be killed.

Not only did he find a medical device to take advantage of, but he was also a set of golden needles that had long been lost.

"Alas, I suddenly felt that this golden needle was used on him, which was an insult to this set of golden needles. ”

When he was sighing, Zhao Fan suddenly heard a sound of a girl crying, and he didn't care about it at first, but the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Looking for prestige, I saw a middle-aged woman pulling a little girl, the little girl was constantly struggling, and the cry was made by the little girl.

There was a large crowd around the two of them, all pointing at the two, and they all looked like they were watching the excitement.

Zhao Fan squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the two of them carefully.

"Hmph, what a big dog, Lang Lang Qiankun dared to do such a thing. ”