Fang Jing studied cultural relics identification, in addition to having rich theoretical knowledge, the most important thing is reading and experience. In the four years of college, I have accumulated a lot of theoretical knowledge, but there are very few opportunities for practice.

Where does an average college student have so many opportunities to touch real cultural relics.

Although Fang Jing was eighty percent sure, in order to be 100% sure, he still sent a copy of the photos he took to his mentor, and then concisely said the story of the discovery of the wood, hoping that the guide could help him identify it.

First, the mentor's vision must be better than his, and he can help him identify the value of this piece of wood; Second, the mentor is still a little famous in the cultural relics industry, and he knows many collectors, and Fang Jing also hopes to take this opportunity to let the mentor help him connect with a more reliable buyer.

Fang Jing sent the picture over, but the tutor did not reply. Fang Jing knew that he was a busy man and would not reply to emails in such a timely manner, so Fang Jing put his phone on the bed, took his clothes and went to take a shower.

The lights were on in the bathroom, the sound of rushing water could be heard inside, and a vague figure was reflected in the glass on the door.

Fang Jing paused when he pushed the door, touched his ears, and planned to go outside to flush it with cold water, it was inconvenient for the family to be busy, and there was always a queue to take a shower and go to the bathroom.

Just as he was thinking about it, the sound of the water stopped, the bathroom door was opened from the inside, Cen Jiu was naked, wearing a pair of flower pants of the same style as Fang Jing around his waist, and walked out with his long wet hair.

Cen Jiu's hair was dry and hard, and it was like straw after washing, and he felt a little malnourished. His face is very thin, his cheekbones are high, his eye sockets are deep, the bridge of his nose is getting higher and straighter, his face is well-defined, his lines are sharp, and his facial features are heroic.

With such a masculine and masculine appearance, even if he is placed in the showbiz where handsome men come out, he is also a first-class handsome guy.

Cen Jiu was tall, standing in front of Fang Jing, half a head taller than him.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Jing, turned around and entered the hall, leaving only Fang Jing with a clean and neat back, with smooth and beautiful back muscles gathered around his thin waist, and finally covered tightly by a pair of old man's beach pants with a bad shadow.

Fang Jing only then discovered that Cen Jiu's body was thin and thin, but it was not thin, a body of tendon meat, but it was not the kind of bulging muscles that were a little exaggerated, thin and well-proportioned, as if all the strength and explosiveness were compressed to the extreme, and finally stuffed into that limited body, the lines were smooth and beautiful, every inch of skin, every muscle was full of strength, there was never even the slightest superfluous part, slender and firm, full of explosive power.

Fang Jing couldn't take his eyes off it, and subconsciously pinched his arm that was not soft but definitely muscular, and thought, this is the kind of male god who is thin in clothes and undressed, is it good, compared with Cen Jiuyi, those so-called male gods are simply weak.

The overly hot gaze behind him was like a tangible arrow, stabbing at Cen Jiu's beautiful back muscles.

Cen Jiu tilted his head slightly, looked at Fang Jing and raised his eyebrows.

"How?"

"Your hair is too long, do you want to cut it?" Fang Jingjian yì.

He rarely saw men with long hair, and it was as long as Cen Jiu, but it didn't look girly.

"The body is skinned, and it is subjected to the parents, and they dare not destroy it." Cen Jiu said indifferently.

Well, it's an old antique from time in time and shouldn't ask for too much.

Fang Jing touched his nose and obediently went to the bathroom to wash.

In the spacious bathroom, because Cen Jiu had just finished bathing, there was moisture, and the faint bath* filled the tip of his nose, creating an indescribable smell.

Fang Jing's young heart couldn't help but be a little restless, he turned on the cold water, turned the shower to the maximum, and poured it down on his head, only to suppress the irritation in his body that was not common.

After taking a comfortable shower, Fang Jing returned to the hall.

Cen Jiu was standing in the courtyard and practicing, one move and one style were very simple, but with an indescribable fierceness.

The evening wind blew, and the branches and leaves of the jujube trees in the yard moved with the wind, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on this small courtyard.

Fang Jing stood at the gate and looked at Cen Jiu's practice, and suddenly had a feeling of crossing time and space, as if he had seen the distant past, the unknown Great Qi Dynasty, and the little Cen Jiu was also like this, practicing those fierce and ruthless moves alone, day after day, year after year, until the end of his life.

Cen Jiu accepted the trick and turned to look at Fang Jing, his indifferent handsome face was expressionless, but Fang Jing always felt that there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Fang Jing stood in the door, Cen Jiu stood under the jujube tree outside the door, the two bathed in the golden glow of the sunset, looking at each other, a strange and strange feeling flowed between the two.

Until a crisp ringing of the cell phone broke the silence between the two.

It was Fang Jing's mentor, Professor Lu, who called.

Could it be that the tutor has read the email he sent?

Fang Jing immediately picked up the phone.

"Xiao Fang, I've seen the photos you sent, and it looks like ebony when it's charred, but I still need to see it with my own eyes to confirm it." Professor Lu's voice couldn't hide his excitement, although he couldn't be 100% sure, but just thinking that he could see such a big real ebony with his own eyes, and according to Fang Jing's description, it was very likely to be the best golden silk nan ebony in the ebony, he couldn't wait to fly to Fang Jing's house immediately.

Fang Jing was overjoyed, listening to Professor Lu's tone, it seemed that he wanted to come to the fishing village in person.

Sure enough, after Professor Lu finished speaking, without waiting for him to answer, he continued to ask: "Xiao Fang, I remember that your hometown is a small fishing village on the edge of Jingcheng." ”

"Yes, it's a small fishing village called Dongzhuang." Fang Jing asked tentatively, "Although it is not the best time to eat seafood, but in the end, the seafood is produced, everything is fresh, and our fishing village is not developed, it is original, and the environment is very good, do you want to come and play for a few days?" ”

Professor Lu smiled heartily: "I have this idea, I'm afraid that it will be inconvenient for you." ”

"There's nothing inconvenient, the teacher is willing to come, I can't ask for it." Fang Jing said immediately.

"Okay, that's it." Professor Lu hung up the phone as he spoke, and arranged to go to the fishing village.

When Fang Jing was on the phone, Cen Jiu kept listening with his ears pricked up, and the expression on his face was full of confusion. Fang Jing didn't play a voiceover, for the ancients who had never received the influence of modern convenience technology, Fang Jing was completely talking to himself there.

"This is the phone?" Cen Jiu rarely took the initiative to ask.

"Yes. It was my teacher who was calling, and he was going to come to the fishing village to see the piece of ebony we had fished up. Fang Jing was in a very good mood and said, "The teacher is an expert in this area, as long as he can be sure of ebony, then we will be rich." ”

Cen Jiu couldn't understand Fang Jingcai's mood at all, but Fang Jingle's expression was gritting his teeth, and he felt very comfortable in Cen Jiu's heart.

Compared to Fang Jing's usual frowning and preoccupied, he found that he still liked to see Fang Jing's happy smiling face, that smile seemed to have magic power, which made the people who watched it feel happy.

"That's right." Fang Jing remembered something, opened the drawer, took out a dagger with a black body, handed it to Cen Jiu, and said, "This is yours, right?" I picked it up when I was scooping wood, but it seems to be rolled up. ”

Cen Jiu took it and groped for the curl on the blade, the expression on his face was very complicated, the kind of joy mixed with lost and regained, and a little regret and regret, and even a sad and nostalgic expression, mixed together, so that Cen Jiu's indifferent and impersonal face looked much more humane.

Is this dagger something important? Is it a betrothed token for a loved one? Or is it a parting gift from the friend of life and death? Or is it the reward given by the Great Qi Emperor who Cen Jiu swore loyalty to the high hall?

Who did Cen Jiu think of at this moment? Close relatives? Wife? Friend? Brothers?

Fang Jing guessed uneasily, Cen Jiu's face looked as sad as if it was about to cry.

Cen Jiu suddenly exhaled and said, "This weapon is called a flash, and it is a set of bracers that have been broken, and they are all relics of my stepfather. ”

The name is a flash, which not only means that this dagger is a rare sharp weapon, extremely sharp, but also to describe his father-in-law Ying Eighteen has excellent martial arts, killing people and taking his life, only in the flash of the weapon.

But such a powerful man remained under the water forever for a gloomy log, and his bones were gone.

Suzaku Tang dispatched a total of thirty-eight secret guards to search along the riverbank, and finally found only a flash of his famous weapon.

"Condolences." Fang Jing opened his mouth, wanting to say two words of comfort, but found that he couldn't say a word.

What to say?

Cen Jiu and he grew up in completely different eras, his life experience, and his growth environment are very different, he neither knows Ying Eighteen, nor can he imagine what Cen Jiu's life was like in the past, no matter what he says at this time, it will only seem hypocritical and ridiculous.

Just when Fang Jing was thinking nonsense, Cen Jiu turned the dagger in a different direction, handed the end of the hilt of the sword to Fang Jing and said, "Here you go." ”

"No, no, no, no......" Fang Jing hurriedly refused, "This is a very important thing, it's better to keep the important things yourself." ”

And Cen Jiu's identity is special, this dagger is not only a relic of his father-in-law, but also a testimony of his being a Great Qi person, Fang Jing feels that if he takes it, it will be equivalent to completely erasing Cen Jiu's presence in the Great Qi Dynasty.

Cen Jiu looked indifferent, shoved the dagger into his hand, and strode out.

Fang Jing looked at the open-edge dagger with a slightly curly blade, thought about chasing it out, and said to Cen Jiu's back: "Then I'll help you keep it first, and then return it to you after repairing it." ”

Cen Jiu's figure paused slightly, and his faint voice came from the sea breeze.

"Hmm."