Airplanes!!

The dazzling white light that erupted from the wooden box covered Chu Nan's field of vision almost instantly, making him directly blind with his eyes open, staring at the big beads of his eyes but not seeing anything clearly.

Is this a flashbang?

Chu Nan couldn't help muttering, and tried his best to collect his mind, cutting off Bai Ze's pupils who were constantly absorbing his spiritual power.

Even so, in just a few seconds, Chu Nan seemed to have been sucked dry in one breath by more than a dozen little goblins who were obsessed with death, his face was pale, his limbs were weak, his sweat was like rain, and he was drowsy.

"Chu Nan, are you okay, why is your face so ugly?"

Jiang Xiyu's voice came, full of concern.

Chu Nan hurriedly took a deep breath, and then shook his head with a smile: "It's okay, I haven't eaten for a day, maybe it's a little hypoglycemia." ”

I took a few deep breaths in succession, forcing myself not to look at the wooden box again, and then I felt a little more comfortable.

At the same time, Jiang Xiwei also took out a lollipop from his pocket and handed it to Chu Nan: "Eat, it was originally prepared for Xiaoya, it's cheap for you." ”

"Thank you. ”

Chu Nan took the lollipop that still carried Jiang Xiwei's body temperature, tore open the candy paper and put it in his mouth.

As soon as the sugar was swallowed, Chu Nan felt a lot better, and they all said that eating sweets when he was in a bad mood would help relieve his depressed mood, he didn't understand it before, but now he suddenly understood.

Chu Nan took a few puffs vigorously, and suddenly realized that his movements seemed to be a little unsightly, and he quickly stopped.

"It was delicious and sweet, thank you. ”

Chu Nan thanked him again, Jiang Xiwei just nodded, didn't say anything, but Wu Lao on the side smiled and handed a thread-bound ancient book to him: "Little Brother Chu, give me the palm eye?"

Wu Lao is holding a book of "The Art of War", line binding, white mouth, peach blossom paper, the cover font is Song style, a single-line sidebar, divided into three lines, from the right side said: Dongmei, Sun Tzu's Art of War, Rong Zhai.

Chu Nan's gaze stayed on this volume of "The Art of War" for a few seconds, his left eye suddenly became slightly hot, accompanied by a sense of dizziness that he tried to restrain himself, and a piece of information came to mind very clearly.

"The ancient book "The Art of War", hand-copied rare books, material peach blossom paper, birth time in the early Qing Dynasty, Yue Zhongqi manuscript, collection value: land, A!"

"Chu Nan, are you okay?"

Jiang Xiwei has been paying attention to Chu Nan's every move, his face at the moment is a little paler than before, obviously, that lollipop can't completely solve Chu Nan's low blood sugar.

"I'm fine. ”

Chu Nan shook his head, took a deep breath, and then smiled: "Old man, this book is a rare object." ”

"Oh?

Wu Lao stared at Chu Nan with interest, his eyes eager.

"Old Wu, do you have honey?"

Chu Nan did not answer immediately, but made a seemingly unrelated request.

"Yes. ”

Wu Lao nodded, immediately raised his head and nodded towards the door, and after a while, the butler entered the main hall with a glass of honey.

"Thank you. ”

Chu Nan was not polite at all, took the honey and drank it in a big gulp.

With the rapid replenishment of body energy, Chu Nan's gaze fell on the "Art of War" bound by the thread again, and soon, a large paragraph of more specific information slowly appeared in his mind.

This time, Chu Nan's spiritual power was completely drained, but he did not feel dizzy again.

I don't know if honey is really so magical, in short, he is confident now.

"This is a set of hand-copied rare copies of "The Art of War", if I read it correctly, it should be the manuscript of Yue Zhongqi in the early Qing Dynasty. ”

As soon as Chu Nan said this, Wu Lao nodded secretly in his heart, but he remained silent and continued to ask: "How can you see it?"

"Let's talk about the cover first, surrounded by a single-line sidebar, divided into three lines, the first line of the right hand mentions the word 'Dongmei', and the last line is nominated as 'Mr. Rong Zhai', as far as I know, the first general of the Qing Dynasty, Yue Zhongqi, is the word Dongmei, called Rong Zhai. ”

Chu Nan paused for a moment when he said this, because Wu Lao's eyes could no longer hide his appreciation, and even Wang Zepan on the side was nodding frequently.

"Let's talk about the binding method, before the Song Dynasty, they were all scrolls or folding page binding, and the book-bound books appeared after the Song Dynasty, and the earliest book-bound books were butterfly-bound, and then the back of the bag, this kind of line-bound books were developed after the middle of the Ming Dynasty. ”

"Then there is the layout, this volume is a typical white mouth, there is nothing to say, the books of the Qing Dynasty are very popular in black and white. ”

The font is Song style, which is very common, but the paper used in this book is a peach blossom paper unique to the Qing Dynasty, so this should be a rare copy of "The Art of War" handwritten by Yue Zhongqi in the early Qing Dynasty. ”

Chu Nan finally came to his conclusion, and at the same time looked at Wu Lao's gaze with a faint smile: "Old man, what do you say?"

"Good!good!!"

Wu Lao laughed and gave Chu Nan a thumbs up: "Little Brother Chu, good eyesight, what you said is not wrong at all, and this volume of "The Art of War" is very likely to be a unique book. ”

"I don't know. ”

Chu Nan shook his head, Bai Zezhitong's conclusion has a collectible assessment, earth, A, such an assessment According to previous experience, this volume of "The Art of War" should not be a unique book.

Otherwise, just like the set of manuscripts that he still has hidden in his arms that he has not taken out, the collection evaluation must be Tianjia and Jia.

It has only reached the level of earth and armor, so there must be some reason.

It's a pity that Chu Nan doesn't know what it is, so he simply doesn't say more, what he doesn't know is that he doesn't know, he won't pretend to understand.

Listening to the conversation between Chu Nan and Wu Lao, Jiang Xiyu interjected a sentence with a little puzzlement on the side.

"Wu Lao, there are many versions of "The Art of War" in the world, if I remember correctly, the earliest version of bamboo slips is now, which was unearthed from the Han tomb, to say that it is rare, that is the only one, right?"

Jiang Xiyan's words made Wu Lao smile slightly, and then turned his head to look at Wang Zepan: "Zepan, you should have done some homework, explain to the girl." ”

"Elder Wu, in front of you and Brother Chu, how dare I get an axe. ”

Wang Zepan smiled faintly, and directly put on a high hat for Chu Nan generously: "It's better to let Brother Chu talk about it, it's a beautiful thing." ”

When Jiang Xiyu heard this, he immediately turned his gaze to Chu Nan, his eyes were full of curiosity.

"Uh, okay. ”

Chu Nan knew that this was Wang Zepan establishing a further relationship with him, but he didn't care, nodded and explained the reason.

"Actually, the reason why this book is a rare item is because in the Qing Dynasty, "The Art of War" was a banned book banned by the royal order!"