Leaving Yueyang Tower, Zhou Chen and the others did not return to the hotel immediately.

At this time, it was only noon, and there were still more than nine hours before the boarding time, and the two had never been to Yueyang, so they felt relatively fresh, and planned to have a good time. Leaving Yueyang Tower, the two walked leisurely on the street, had lunch at a restaurant, and walked to an antique alley.

The construction style of the alley is very old, and it looks particularly like the buildings of the Ming and Qing dynasties. The road is wide, at least seven or eight meters, and it's so long that you can't see the end of it. There are a number of shops on both sides, and at a glance, there are at least a thousand shops in this alley, and the goods are even more dazzling and dizzying.

Both of them are not very old, for local snacks, gadgets are still more like; special green wilt, he is only fifteen years old, although he has inherited the cultivation of the previous life, but has not inherited the memory of the previous life, he is still a child; plus the childhood life is very boring, has been living in the depths of the mountains, rarely see new things, so he likes some gadgets quite much, every shop will look at it for a long time.

Looking at Qing Wei, who was picking things up in a gadget shop, Zhou Chen stopped by and waited for him.

It was too boring, Zhou Chen turned his head and glanced behind him, and it turned out to be an antique shop with a name: Jade Xuan. There were still some stones used for gambling at the door, and it was quite boring to stay, so Zhou Chen walked into the antique shop.

The shop was deserted, except for an old man who looked to be in his fifties studying a word on the table.

Specifically, he was deeply impressed by the owner who wrote this painting, that is, the old Mr. Zhao Shuzhi who met on the way to Suiyun County in Beihai some time ago. That day, he also made an appointment with the old gentleman to meet in Shangjing, but because he had dealt with the affairs of the Zhou family and learned that he was the reincarnation of the ancestor Zhou Tiandao, Zhou Chen couldn't wait to go to Guangji Temple to get back the gossip bronze mirror, so he didn't have time to meet. However, after returning to Beijing from Suiyun County, Mr. Zhao Shuzhi gave himself a calligraphy and painting.

And the calligraphy and painting were exactly the same as those in the shopkeeper's hand.

Therefore, Zhou Chen is very sure that the calligraphy and paintings studied by this person are fakes.

However, it stands to reason that Mr. Zhao Shuzhi is still alive, and even if his status is not low, his pen and ink are not very expensive! After all, he has a strong physique and can still paint. It is not so that the previous calligraphy and paintings have become masterpieces.

"Old man, don't look at it, this painting is a fake. ”

For the shopkeeper who runs a small business, Zhou Chen really didn't want to watch the other party be fooled, so he reminded him with a smile.

The old gentleman who was wearing reading glasses and holding a magnifying glass in his hand and was observing calligraphy and painting glanced up at Zhou Chen, his eyes returned to the calligraphy and painting, and said lightly: "What do children know, this is the true handiwork of Mr. Zhao Shuzhi." I heard that Mr. Zhao Shuzhi made it specially for a friend in previous years, and then the young man didn't know the goods, so it was circulated. ”

What?

Don't know the goods yourself?

Zhou Chen was stunned, could it be that the unpromising cousin of the Zhou family took out the calligraphy and paintings and sold them?

I turned my head and looked, I went, really, there was a black dot on the calligraphy and painting, which I accidentally got when I first received the gift.

What damn bastard dares to sell even the master's stuff?

I just don't want to live anymore.

I don't know if Mr. Zhao Shuzhi knew that his calligraphy and paintings had been sold, would he use a machete to chop Zhou Chen?

"The kid is dumbfounded, this is indeed the real thing. Zhou Chen smiled awkwardly and said.

"Cut, my little old man said it was genuine, you just said it was genuine, why are you so assertive as a young man!" The shopkeeper put down the magnifying glass in his hand, took off the eyes on the bridge of his nose, laughed twice, glanced at Zhou Chen lazily, and asked, "What do you want to buy?"

"Just take a look. ”

Zhou Chen smiled bitterly, he didn't expect to be ridiculed in person, and he was a little embarrassed to continue staying, so he planned to leave the antique shop. But just as Zhou Chen was about to turn around and leave, suddenly, an inconspicuous small stone the size of a fingernail on the bookshelf attracted his attention.

Zhou Chen didn't understand what was going on, looking at the small stone, he had a vague strange feeling.

I took a closer look at the small stone, there was a hole in it, and a red thread was strung on it, and it hung so casually on the bookshelf, and it was extremely inward, and it was difficult for ordinary guests to see.

It doesn't look like a baby!

But Zhou Chen actually had a strong feeling in his heart, which drove him to reach out and pick up the small stone.

Picking up the small stone, the feeling in Zhou Chen's heart seemed to disappear, and the stone in the palm of his hand was not strange, did he think too much? However, since he was "fated" with this small stone, it was nothing to buy it, Zhou Chen asked the shopkeeper: "Boss, how do you sell this small stone?"

From the moment Zhou Chen said that he was shopping casually, the shopkeeper completely ignored him, what others said this young man was, obviously he didn't have any appreciation ability, and he probably wouldn't spend money to buy things. The old man studied the objects on the table alone, and when he heard Zhou Chen shouting, he looked up and looked over here, and when he saw what Zhou Chen was holding, he sneered with disdain in his heart, and said casually: "Don't need money, take it to play!"

"Uh...... Boss, there is no reason to give it away for nothing. ”

Zhou Chen smiled bitterly in his heart, and even wondered if he was enchanted, he was actually interested in a broken stone, and he was deeply despised by the shopkeeper.

"Leave a dollar and take it!"

The shopkeeper said impatiently, and when he saw someone coming in outside, he was about to bang people. Zhou Chen smiled wryly, took out a dollar change from his pocket and handed it over. The shopkeeper took the money, didn't even look at it, stuffed it into his pocket and greeted the guests who came in, and said, "Gentlemen, come in and have a look, the things in my store are guaranteed to be genuine." ”

The group of three walked in with steps, ignoring the enthusiasm of the shopkeeper.

The person at the front, who looked to be in his sixties, was a little stiff, holding a cane carved with a dragon head, in good spirits, and looked at the store with deep eyes. Followed by two burly men who looked to be in their thirties, the two of them were expressionless, and they stood steadily at the old man's pace of about one meter.

"Boss, have you ever heard of the Dragon's Blood Stone?" The old man "read all the objects in the Jade Xuan at a glance", and didn't seem to find what he wanted in his heart, so he asked casually.

"Dragon's Blood Stone? What is that? I've never heard of it. The shopkeeper asked with a puzzled face.

The old man was silent, with a slight smile on his wrinkled face, and was about to turn away. His eyes were on the stone in Zhou Chen's hand, who was also about to leave, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by consternation, and he swallowed his saliva fiercely. Feeling out of shape, the old man's expression quickly recovered, smiled at Zhou Chen, and asked, "Little brother, do you sell the stone in your hand?"

Zhou Chen was stunned when asked, he didn't notice the old man's shocked expression before, so he didn't think much about it. But he was not short of money, and he liked the stone very much, so he smiled and said, "Don't sell it." ”

"Little brother, this stone is not a good thing, I'll sell it to me for a thousand yuan!" the old man suppressed the worry in his heart, and said with a smile on his face.

What?

Thousand?

The shopkeeper was almost depressed and vomited blood, he had just sold it for a dollar, and this person changed hands for a thousand.

Could it be that this stone is still some kind of treasure?

"Old man, I'm sorry, I really don't sell it. ”

Zhou Chen said with a smile, he was not short of money, so he naturally didn't care about the thousand yuan in the old man's mouth; seeing that the old man loved this stone very much, Zhou Chen was about to open his mouth to give it to him, but he heard the old man continue to speak: "Fifty thousand." ”

What?

Fifty thousand?

Oh, my God!

The shopkeeper was going crazy, and in a blink of an eye, the price of this small broken stone had changed sky-high.

He was about to open his mouth to give the little stone to the old man, but for the old man's expression, Zhou Chen was stunned, could it be that this little stone was really a rare treasure? Just when Zhou Chen was puzzled, he heard the old man's tone slightly threatening, and said coldly: "500,000, little brother, 500,000 is already a sky-high price." Otherwise, it is very likely that you will not even be able to save your life."