The drunk man was caught off guard, and before he could pounce, he fell to the ground again, and after getting up, he roared angrily and pounced directly on the driver who was calling the police.

"Damn, I'm going to kill you. He punched the driver.

"Nima's, dog thing. The monkey flew up again and kicked on the drunkard.

But the drunkard was strong after all, and after leaning back a little, he actually grabbed the monkey's foot.

The monkey was startled and wanted to retract his feet, but it was too late, and he was pulled hard by the drunk man and fell directly to the ground.

"Lao Tzu will kill you. The drunkard roared angrily and pounced.

Yang Xuan looked at the people in the car, and all of them seemed to be blind to this situation, and their faces were full of indifference.

"Heh, human nature!" Yang Xuan laughed faintly, then bent his fingers slightly, and a wisp of black gas that was imperceptible to the naked eye shot towards the drunk.

Strike!

The drunk man froze, and after a few breaths, a fierce fear appeared on his face, as if he had seen something incredible.

"What the hell!" He cried out in terror, and strained backwards, shrinking into the corner of the door.

The police came, and after understanding the situation, they took away the drunk, who was blue with fear, and what awaited him was several years in prison.

Provided, of course, that he had to endure a year of ghostly fear.

The wisp of black qi that Yang Xuan shot out was actually a wisp of dead air.

When mortals are trapped by death, they will have terrifying hallucinations, feeling that they are haunted by countless evil ghosts, and they will never be at peace again.

Naturally, the bus couldn't sit down anymore, so Yang Xuan took Xiaojing and got off the bus with the crowd.

The monkey finally saw Yang Xuan, nodded and said, "You are also here." ”

Yang Xuan nodded at him and said softly, "You are good!"

"Haha, haha!" the monkey touched his head embarrassedly.

How can the monkey know that he can get a word of praise from the demon god, in the Martial God Star, I don't know how many people will break their heads for this.

Stopping a taxi, Yang Xuan and Xiaojing finally arrived at Fenghuang Road.

In a bubble tea shop, they found Wang Fang, who was already waiting impatiently.

"Why is it so slow. As soon as she saw Xiaojing, she was dissatisfied.

Xiaojing stuck out her tongue and told her about the bus.

"Such a person should be sentenced to death. Wang Fang said angrily: "The lives of the whole car were almost destroyed in his hands." ”

After a pause, she added: "Fortunately, someone made a timely move, this is what the hero did." ”

As she spoke, she looked at Yang Xuan with dissatisfaction.

Yang Xuan secretly laughed, if she knew that the hero in her mouth was the thief who stole her mobile phone, she didn't know how to feel.

At this time, it was more than four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was still early for dinner, so Wang Fang simply took the two of them directly to the antique city.

The antique city of Pinghai City is quite famous, and the legend is that it has been picked up by a few big leaks, so gradually, it has also become a major tourist attraction.

It is said to be an antique city, but it is actually a street, and this street is called Erye Street by the locals.

As for why it was called Erye Street, there is still a legend in it.

It is said that before the founding of the People's Republic of China, there lived on this street a prince who was driven out of the capital, and because he was the second master in the family, he was respected by the people as the second master.

This second master has no other hobbies, only loves to play calligraphy and painting, and once bought a pair of calligraphy and paintings at a high price in the hands of people in the rivers and lakes, but he didn't want to be blind, and found that this was a bureau set up by others.

By the time the second master came back to his senses, the person who set up the bureau had already gone away and flew away, jumping the prince angrily.

And because some people jokingly said that the money lost by the second master was enough to buy this street, slowly, the name of the second master street spread out, and it has been passed down to this day.

The street, which runs north-south and is about 200 meters long, is now developed into a pedestrian street, which is closed to vehicles, and is also a scenic spot in Pinghai City.

The streets are lined with shops, mostly antiques, calligraphy and paintings, jade jewelry, pens, inkstones, paper and ink.

On the side roads on both sides, there are mostly people who set up stalls, and as for the things on the stalls, they are dazzling, with everything, from bronze to villain books, coins, jade, etc., as for the authenticity, it is up to the buyers to distinguish by themselves.

At this time, it is the most lively time of the day, and in Erye Street, there are many people, including foreign tourists and local residents, bringing together people from all walks of life and nine streams.

Yang Xuan and Xiaojing walked and stopped, wandering around the various stalls.

Wang Fang saw that the two of them were full of interest, and it was not easy to urge, so he accompanied them around, and after a few turns, he was also interested, and spent two hundred yuan to buy a small Buddha statue.

The nature she bought is not a good thing, although it looks old, but it is actually a modern handicraft, the cost is only a few dozen to put it bluntly, and it is sold for hundreds of yuan, which is considered a huge profit.

However, Wang Fang was happy to buy it, Yang Xuan naturally wouldn't break it, this kind of thing was originally meant to be happy, as for the truth or falsehood, no one was more serious.

Those who set up stalls saw Yang Xuan and Xiaojing wandering around, but they just glanced at it, and then ignored it.

The people who can mix here are all old ghosts who have accumulated years, and their eyes are vicious, and they can be seen at a glance whether they are really fat sheep or not.

Yang Xuan and Xiaojing are not outstandingly dressed, and at a glance, they know that there is no oil and water, and they are not worth talking to.

After strolling around for a while, Yang Xuan suddenly stopped in front of a stall.

The owner of the stall was a bearded old man, dressed in a shabby tunic, with round-rimmed black-rimmed eyes, and small eyes half-squinted behind the lenses, looking like a thief's eyebrows.

There are some copper coins, gossip plates, snuff bottles, dry tobacco holders and so on on in his stall, and even a few villain books of Journey to the West.

And in the corner of the stall, there is an inconspicuous piece of white jade.

It was this piece of white jade that attracted Yang Xuan's attention.

This piece of white jade is gray, not big, about the size of half an adult's thumb, carved into the shape of a pixiu, the carving is rough, at a glance you know that it is not the work of a master, it looks like a novice apprentice's game.

At this time, there were already two young people in front of the stall, a man and a woman, browsing the things on the stall, they were carrying backpacks, the man had a small head and an ordinary face, and the woman had shoulder-length hair and a beautiful face.

Judging from the appearance and dress of these two people, they know that they are tourists from other places.

"Boss, how do you sell this?" the inch-headed man asked, picking up a copper gossip plate.

The boss looked at him, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and said lazily: "One thousand." ”

"So expensive?" said the long-haired woman in surprise.

"It's an antiquity. The old man said disdainfully: "Legend has it that it was used by feng shui masters in ancient times, and selling it for you for a thousand yuan is already a huge bargain." ”

The inch-headed man shook his head, put down the gossip plate, picked up another snuffbox, played with it, and asked, "What about this, how much is this?"

The old man didn't even raise his eyelids, and said weakly: "This two thousand, you should be careful, you will have to pay if you break it." ”

The old man has been setting up a stall on this street for many years, and his eyes are vicious, and the two young people know at a glance that they are just looking at it casually, asking casually, and there is not much intention to buy, of course he can't arouse the slightest interest.

Yang Xuan looked at it for a long time, ignoring the two young people, he directly picked up the piece of jade, opened his mouth and said, "Old Wangtou, I want this, make a price." ”

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