For a moment, Qi Xiang vaguely grasped something, but he couldn't be very sure.

He bent down and casually picked up a pendant carved from inferior jade.

With this pendant in his hand, even though his very strong spiritual sense had disappeared, but for some reason, when he picked up the pendant, a strange feeling surged in his heart.

The weight, texture, and authenticity of the pendant were accurately judged at the moment it touched the palm of his hand.

It's like identifying the authenticity of things, which is a very common skill. It's like doing a math problem where one plus one equals many, and you know the answer when you look at it.

But he was very strange, it was certainly not a spiritual factor. Because he was meditating now, his eyebrows were still tingling.

If not spiritual awareness, then what is?

"Haptics?"

Qi Xiang's thoughts fluctuated, and he subconsciously shook his head, it shouldn't be that simple.

Of course, no matter what the reason is, it can also prove that his current situation should be in a very delicate state. Although he lost his cultivation, he did not completely degenerate into an ordinary person.

Thinking about it, he has eaten a lot of natural treasures, some of which are absorbed and digested by the divine soul, and some are integrated into the body's muscles, bones and blood, so he can help him be reborn.

Even if his mental power is exhausted, the medicinal power in his body is still there.

Assuming that his soul is really hopeless. Then he is ruthless, starting from scratch, specializing in martial arts, as long as he has practiced for more than ten or twenty years, he should also have certain achievements.

The problem is that twenty years is too long, and he is only seizing the day.

Who wouldn't want to take a shortcut to the south?

If it weren't for all the helplessness, Qi Xiang would definitely not want to spend another ten or twenty years to regain his cultivation.

Idle away time. Twenty years later, the world doesn't know what has become of it. It could be better or worse. Qi Xiang's eyes can't see the future, they just want to grasp the present.

If you can't grasp the pulse of the times, then you might as well change your career sooner or later.

Qi Xiang was lying on a rocking chair. The body rises and falls as the rocking chair sways. He looked around the wide antique market, and vaguely understood why he felt inexplicably relieved as soon as he came here.

This is not a return to one's heart, but the realization that there is a way out for oneself.

On that day, after discovering that his cultivation had been lost, Qi Xiang's mood at that time was similar to seeing the sky fall, and he felt that the end of the world had come. My heart was like ashes, and I was very desperate.

But when you come to the antique market, you can easily blend in.

This made him suddenly realize that he didn't seem to be at the end of his rope.

At least, the people of the rivers and lakes can't do it, so it doesn't seem to be difficult to put some effort into becoming a world-famous appraisal master.

Saying goes. There is food in the hand, and there is no panic in the heart.

Not to mention. After meditating and recuperating for more than ten days, the injuries on his body were completely healed.

Ordinary people are injured and bone-breaking, and it takes at least 100 days to get better. However, in a short period of time, he made a complete recovery. It also made him more sure of his body. There is definitely potential to be tapped.

At least his physical strength has recovered somewhat.

Qi Xiang clenched his fists, and he also had a sense of strength. It's not like before, it's soft and weak.

Of course, the main thing is that he was seriously injured at that time. It's normal to not have the strength to do it. At that time, he felt that he had completely become a waste, but he was just scaring himself.

"Sure enough, time is the cure for everything."

Qi Xiang felt that his heart had been resettled. The impatient anger faded, and there was a little more patience. It's just that he still can't understand what the state of silence is.

Although he also knows that Taoism pays attention to quiet and inaction, it lies between having thoughts and not thinking, and if you can't think of anything, all thoughts will be empty.

The so-called beauty of silence is probably the same.

The problem is that the truth is the truth, and he understands the truth, but he can't do it.

How can you not care about something you care about at all?

Even if you pretend not to care on the surface and hide it from others, you can't hide it from your heart.

The mind is together, the mind is ape, and the disorder is like numbness, how can it be possible to achieve true quietness.

As for the cheats of keeping one and sitting and forgetting, he also tried to cultivate. found that it was exactly the same as what Hai Gongzi said, it was okay not to practice, but when he practiced, he was full of distracting thoughts, which destroyed his mood even more.

"It's hard."

Thinking about it, Qi Xiang felt stuffy in his chest again, and his body was unnaturally forced, which made the chair creak.

He was suddenly very confused, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was wrong to leave a way out for himself? If you break the kettle and fight against the water, and if you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent, will the result be better?

“…… Not good! ”

The tightness in his chest also made Qi Xiang realize that he was thinking too much, so he opened the book at the moment, covered it directly on his face, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

It's just that annoying thoughts are always against him, and they pop up from time to time to make trouble.

Then, the day passed like this.

The next day, Qi Xiang appeared at the antique market on time, and set up rocking chairs and stalls in the same position. Then he continued to lie down, basking in the bright sun, and the whole person exuded a lazy atmosphere.

In comparison, the stall owner next to him is much more diligent than him.

People are really doing business, and while setting up stalls, they must be very dedicated to the things on the stalls.

On a small stall, dozens or hundreds of things, how to place them, that is a science.

Psychology......

The good things, the ones that are more conspicuous, are put in the middle. The worse things are lined up on both sides.

By the way, in order to satisfy the psychology of some players to "pick up leaks", it is also necessary to mix a good thing in a pile of defective products, so as to stimulate players' desire to buy.

This kind of bait, throwing bricks and attracting jade, is definitely tried and tested, and can play the role of a miracle soldier.

Of course, there are strange, natural and positive.

The right way of the stall is the quality of the thing, as well as the variables.

Needless to say, the so-called variables actually refer to change.

Professional stall households, although they set up stalls every day, rain or shine. But something on the stall. However, it must be renovated day by day, and it cannot be repeated every day, so as to bring different freshness to new and old customers.

Just think about it, if the things on each stall haven't changed for a few years, they are all the same. How is it possible for players to hang out and play every day?

In short, if you want to do it for a long time, these are the things you need to understand.

Does Qi Xiang understand?

Yes, of course he does.

Back then, he relied on a stall to start his home, so he changed his gun and was upgraded to the owner.

So in all aspects, his heart is clear.

Merely. I'm not in the mood right now, I'm too lazy to fiddle.

Therefore, the stall owner next to him also regarded him as an outlier and didn't communicate with him much. Someone took the initiative to release kindness, but seeing that he didn't respond, people naturally wouldn't pay attention to him anymore.

The world is like that, not relatives and friends. Who will be nice to you for no reason?

Nothing to be courteous, absolutely a traitor or a thief.

This is Qi Xiang's conclusion......

"Big brother. Have you had breakfast? ”

"I guess you didn't eat it, so I bought you soup dumplings. I've tasted it, it's crab roe juice, the soup is thick and sweet but not greasy, and it's very refreshing. Do you taste it? ”

At this time, Qi Xiang opened his eyes and saw a young man with white teeth, carrying a food box, offering courtesy.

"Who are you?"

Qi Xiang frowned. The expression is indifferent, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

"Big brother, it's me. Yesterday's one, surnamed You, wanderer. ”

The young man hurriedly explained, but also a little embarrassed and uneasy.

“…… I don't know. ”

Qi Xiang took out his sunglasses and hung them up, exuding a message that he was in a bad mood and was suddenly approaching.

The wanderer was speechless, even if he was mentally prepared and knew that Qi Xiang's temperament was very bad, but he didn't expect that he really didn't give face at all.

He wanted to get rid of him immediately, but for some reason, he decided to ...... Endure it.

Endure the breath of the moment, the sea and the sky.

Manly, big husband, must have depth, but also have a broad mind......

The wanderer sighed to himself, and then continued to squeeze out a smile: "Big brother, don't we know each other now?" It's a freshly baked soup dumpling, and you really don't want to try it? ”

While speaking, the wanderer opened the food box, and a hot air rose, and the enticing aroma wafted.

A steaming box of steamed buns, the dough is crystal clear, like crystal, very attractive.

Even if the wanderer was full, but when he smelled this tempting aroma, he couldn't help but move his throat, and he felt a little salivating.

However, a small temptation is ineffective for Qi Xiang. He didn't move, closed his eyes and rested, not bothering to look at it.

Hmph, if you don't eat it, I'll eat it.

You Ziyin pursed his lips, directly picked up a soup bag, and with a gentle bite, the fragrant oil went down his throat and passed through the esophagus into the stomach pouch, which made him feel very happy.

While eating the soup dumplings, he didn't forget what he was doing, and took out another thing in his arms and handed it to Qi Xiang's eyes: "If you don't like to eat steamed buns, then I don't have a problem." But this thing, are you interested? ”

The wanderer secretly thought that if he was still not interested, then he could die and not have to waste time. He didn't hang himself from a tree, so he had to find another way to ask for help.

There was something dangling in front of him, Qi Xiang was naturally a little angry, and opened his eyes to reprimand. At this moment, he also saw the appearance of the thing clearly, and it turned out to be an ancient book.

"In the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the Tao Te Ching was engraved with a commentary by Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain."

Youziyin was a little proud: "This is an official carving, and the Yongfeng cotton paper is used, the paper is clean, like a jade plate, and the quality is very good." So, even after hundreds of years, the handwriting on the pages is still as clear as ever. ”

Qi Xiang's eyes froze, he naturally knew that the Ming Dynasty carved books, divided into three types: official carving, private carving, and workshop carving.

There are three kinds of engravings, all of which are fine. But in general, it is still an officially engraved book, and the quality is the most guaranteed.

The official engraved copies of ancient books in the Ming Dynasty, even if they are not rare or unique books, are worth a lot of money.

Of course, what Qi Xiang cares about is not the value of this ancient book, but the content of the book...... (To be continued......)