This little fat man, who looks like he is about twenty-five or sixteen years old, heard that the little handsome guy in front of him wanted to buy his signboard, his eyes began to look at Lin Chendong again.

You know, his sign has been passed down for generations, and it is older than the antiques inside.

"You heard me right, I'm just going to buy this piece of bluestone, you can make a price. Lin Chendong looked determined to win.

"Little brother, you're here to play, I don't remember where I offended you, although a few of the pieces I sold were tribute, but they were all within the price range, and there was no money. This little fat man didn't think that Lin Chendong was here to sell things, and felt that he was here to play more games.

"Hehe, little boss, you think too much, I won't be so bored to come over and kick you, don't twitter, be refreshing, I'm just buying this piece of bluestone." Lin Chendong said to this fat little boss with a smile.

"Really?" the little fat man asked.

Then he looked at the two beauties beside Lin Chendong, staring closely at the piece on the wall that had been passed down for I don't know how many generations, until his generation, put the signboard left by his ancestors outside the door of the antique store in Shangjingli.

I don't know if it's because of the depreciation of the currency in recent years, or because there are more local tyrants, and there are more and more people who like to collect antiques, and the business is doing okay.

"Can you tell me why you bought this bluestone?" the little fat man's years of business mind told himself that there must be something in this piece, or that they had something to do with it.

"Why are you asking so much, give you a million yuan, buy it to us, otherwise you won't be able to open this store. Han Ling said to the little fat man.

"What? a million dollars?" the little fat man was also surprised.

It's not surprising that a million yuan is a lot, and those who do their business, that antique is not more than a few million yuan, so to speak, they are all businessmen who are used to seeing big money.

It's just that he can't imagine that an ordinary bluestone, not a jadeite, is worth a million yuan?

"Little fat man, in this world, there are some things that it is best not to know, the more things you know, the more insecure your life is, you still don't ask. Yuelong said to the curious little fat man.

"I'm not short of this million dollars, I can not buy it for you, and then tear it down myself and open it. When the little fat man heard this beauty's words, he thought to himself, "Is there a treasure in it?"

"Little fat man, what my wife said is not false, there are some things that ordinary people don't need to know, and being an ordinary businessman is the happiest. Lin Chendong said lightly to this little fat man, without a trace of emotion.

It's not that Lin Chendong looks down on him, but he feels that being an ordinary person is happier, knowing too many things, and the greater the pressure, the more he pays.

Be an ordinary businessman?

No, this little fat man doesn't want to be an ordinary businessman.

Since one of the acquisitions of antiques, he translated some words and found that the world was not what he imagined, and since that time, he began to yearn for the legendary immortal cultivator, and longed for that day to be favored by the immortals.

Then cultivate into an immortal, be an idle cloud and wild crane, ask for immortals, soak all the beauties in the world, and so on.

It can be said that this is the dream of the little fat man, and it can also be said that he is a very ambitious little fat man.

"If I say, I don't like my current life, can you let me know that I can give you this green brick board. The little fat man looked at Lin Chendong with a serious look and said.

"......" Han Ling and the others were speechless, and then looked at Lin Chendong.

"Okay, I'll see you're funny, a little bit of an eye-catcher, so I'll let you see it. Lin Chendong said to the smiling little fat man.

"Really, okay, you guys wait a minute, I'll go get the tools. The little fat man instinctively told him in his heart that the three young men in front of him were definitely not ordinary people, and even the tone of his speech was so mysterious.

This little fat man who was in the antique business, after finishing speaking, hurriedly ran back to the store.

After a while, he ran over with some tools in his hands, and before Lin Chendong could speak, he began to work with both hands, holding a hammer and tools, and pecked at the edge of this bluestone that was half a meter wide and less than a meter long.

The movements were very fast, and the fat on his hands and his face trembled constantly under his movements, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes at all.

"Alright, alright, come, helper carry it down, this one is a little heavier, twice as heavy as an ordinary stone!" said the little fat man, pecking the edges of the bluestone block.

"Get out of the way, let me come. Lin Chendong pulled him aside and said.

Then he buckled off the bluestone slab on the wall with one hand, and carried it into this quaint shop with his bare hands, and said:

"Close the door. ”

"Yes, yes!" When the little fat man heard Lin Chendong's words, he immediately closed the door, not afraid of Lin Chendong's robbery at all.

Because no matter how the little fat man looks at them, he doesn't look like a bad person, and he can see a mysterious feeling from them, with his eyes that have been connoisseurs for many years, he will definitely not look at the wrong person.

He only saw Lin Chendong put this board half a meter wide and 80CM long bluestone slab on the tea machine table.

Then I saw Lin Chendong in his hand, as if by magic, out of a small dagger in his hand, and cut this piece of bluestone as hard as iron, feeling that he was like cutting tofu, and his eyes showed extremely greedy eyes on the dagger in his hand that sharpened iron like mud.

"I'll go, is this the legendary flying sword?" asked the little fat man, thinking of the legend translated from the antique the year before last.

You could say that. Lin Chendong said lightly to him.

"It can't be true, my God, then you, are you scattered immortals, or true immortals?" asked the three of them.

"Immortal Mao, do you think that the aura in the earth now can give birth to immortals?" Lin Chendong said to the little fat man who has seen a lot of stories.

"Cultivator?" asked the little fat man taking a step back and thinking about it.

"Pretty much. Lin Chendong didn't want to answer this question, and the little fat man said that there were a lot of questions.

A large piece of bluestone, under Lin Chendong's care, cut less and less, until the last middle place.

Finally found the shape of the instrument, from its color, it looks like a piece of gold, if it weighs a million yuan, there is no fuss.

Strangely, it is not only a piece of gold, but also a gold medal, larger than the palm of an adult's hand, weighing about twenty or thirty catties.

"What kind of text is this?" asked the little fat man, looking at the gold medal that emitted a faint golden light.

"This is an ancient script, an older script than the oracle bone inscription. Lin Chendong picked up this gold medal and said.

"Do you know what is written on it?" asked the little fat man, thinking to himself, "Is this a treasure left by our ancestors to our descendants?"

"Mixed Yuan Sect!" Lin Chendong said.

"Mixed Yuan Sect?"

(End of chapter)