Wang Mengxiong watched the man walk away with satisfaction with the note and silver dollars, and had the heart to remind the old man Liu Yiqing, but he had no evidence, he just relied on his feelings to think that people had ghosts, and he couldn't convince the public by saying it.

Liu Yiqing received a treasure at a low price, was overjoyed, and put it on the table for everyone to taste together.

"Brother Shen, in your opinion, is this piece of jade suitable for collection?"

Wang Mengxiong looked at Du Xinwu in surprise, but he didn't expect that his master was not only outstanding in martial arts, but also an expert in appreciating cultural relics.

"Brother Yiqing, I'm a rough person, if you want to say that it's okay to fight and kill, if you let me appreciate cultural relics, isn't it difficult to catch ducks and put strongmen on the shelves!"

Du Xinwu's words not only did not discourage Liu Yiqing's interest, but he exposed the old truth. "Brother Shen, others don't know you, I don't know you yet! The dignified students who graduated from Tokyo Imperial University actually said that they were rough people, if this is really the case, there are few people in our country who dare to call them cultural people! ”

Wang Mengxiong thought that Liu Yiqing was joking with his master at first glance, but he later found out that Du Xinwu was just smiling and did not refute, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Master, isn't it? Could it be that what Uncle Liu said is actually true? Are you really a top student at Tokyo Imperial University? ”

Du Xinwu shook his head and said: "What kind of high-achieving students are not high-achieving students, I just studied agriculture there and graduated successfully." If you want to talk about high-achieving students, Brother Shuren and Brother Di Yuan, who are in the same class as me, are truly worthy of the name. Because of my martial arts, I gave up my revolutionary pursuits. Brother Shuren and Brother Di Yuan still insist as always, which makes me deeply ashamed! ”

Wang Mengxiong's head is a little big, and he hates so many words and numbers at every turn during the Republic of China. For example, he had heard of Zhou Shuren and knew that his later pen name was more famous than his real name, and he was known as the backbone of the nation when he died. But the tree man that Master Du Xinwu said is not necessarily him.

Liu Yiqing saw that Wang Mengxiong seemed to understand or not, and kindly explained for him: "The tree man is a word, and his name is Wu Yuzhang." 邃圆 is also a word, and the big name is Lin Boqu! ”

"Damn, it turned out to be these two big bulls! I didn't expect the master to be so fierce back then, and he was actually a classmate with these two people! If this is with the help of the master's relationship and the relationship with these two, then there will be someone in the DPRK in the future, right? ”

Thinking of this, Wang Mengxiong hurriedly asked, "Master, do you and these two classmates still have any contact now?" ”

"No, master, I am obsessed with martial arts, and I don't have more energy to do revolutionary feats. I guess both of them thought I wasn't a like-minded friend and cut off contact with me. But that's fine, lest the master and I get into trouble and implicate them! ”

After Du Xinwu sighed for a while, he picked up the piece of jade cong and flicked it with his fingernails, making a pleasant sound. Then he twisted it with his fingers, feeling the roundness.

"Brother Yiqing, the shape and materials of this piece of jade Cong are all excellent, and this roundness shows that this is a piece of hand-held pieces with history and inheritance, without the slightest smell of mud, it is obviously a value-for-money thing. As for the age, looking at this shape, it should be the Han Dynasty. But to be more specific, I'm powerless! ”

Liu Yiqing nodded in agreement, and he thought so too. This jade cong is round inside and outside, and the color is bright white, indicating that it has a long history. This kind of jade was used to worship the heavens in ancient times, and was known as one of the six rites, and was often seen in the Shang, Zhou, Qin and Han dynasties. However, judging from the carving technique of the eight knives of the Han Dynasty, it excludes the possibility before the Han Dynasty. So this jade cong is likely to be a thing of the Han Dynasty! ”

"What Brother Yiqing said is very true, and I have learned a lot of things along with it. Wang Fan, you are still a beginner in this antique. If you have time in the future, you can ask your uncle for advice! ”

Du Xinwu's purpose for bringing Wang Mengxiong here is this, he is a regular university graduate, and even knows everything. The essence of the natural gate is the Tao of nature, so I have always had an attitude of encouragement for mastering other skills. For example, Wan Laisheng, his favorite apprentice in the past, has learned a lot of things, and there is more than one master Du Xinwu. If this was in other martial arts sects, I am afraid that he would have been expelled from the division a long time ago.

Wang Mengxiong nodded, although it was the first time to dabble in this knowledge, but it didn't sound so obscure, and later generations always watched treasure appreciation programs, those so-called experts fooled a large number of people, bought low and sold high, and sometimes deliberately belittled treasures and took the opportunity to arrange childcare to buy, and even smashed people's real antiques as fakes. If you can learn and master this knowledge from Liu Yiqing, you won't be fooled in the future.

Thinking of appreciating treasures, Wang Mengxiong suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly reached into his arms, took out the object thrown by the one-armed man on the train, and respectfully handed it to Liu Yiqing.

"Uncle Liu, I got something by chance, and I haven't looked at it closely. You're an expert in this area, so I'm going to bother you to give you a palm to see what it is and whether it can get into your eyes! ”

Wang Mengxiong took out a ball of silk cloth, on which all kinds of smells were intertwined, if it weren't for the reluctant look of the man on the train, maybe he would have thrown this thing away as a rag.

Liu Yiqing didn't dislike the bad smell of this thing, but he didn't think that a seven-year-old child would have any good looks. However, seeing that Du Xinwu was very interested in this apprentice, he took the things over, and planned to deal with them casually, which was not a refutation of other people's face.

The thing slowly opened, and Liu Yiqing was taken aback first. Judging from the fact that this thing is spread out on the table, it should be a cursive calligraphy work. It's just that because of improper storage, there are some defacements, and occasionally you can see mud marks and oil dots, and it is obvious that the owner does not think that this thing is worth much.

The calligraphy should be written on silk, the silk is very ancient, the ink is dark and black, but there are obvious traces of uneven cutting on both sides, which is obviously one of the parts of a work.

Liu Yiqing took out a magnifying glass from under the table, smoothed out the entire work, and carefully magnified it to identify them one by one. The cautious and serious appearance on his side can make Du Xinwu anxious, and the eyes of those who practice martial arts are good, so he reads it three times and five by two.

"Each can not live to be poor, and I am suffering from pain and now it is getting worse, so all the troubles do not have to have two nights to tell Jiang and other safe life, a total of thirty-three words, what is so difficult?"

Liu Yiqing read word by word, and listened to Du Xinwu read it in his ears, as if he had been hit hard, he stood up and watched from a distance, and it was exactly the same as what Du Xinwu read.

"Oh my God, that's thirty-three words, and with forty-one, that's seventy-four. It's ......, it's ......"

His lips trembled, it was a long time, and he didn't say what it was. But seeing that he was obviously excited, as if he was about to have a stroke, it must be a remarkable thing.