Those who know a little bit of history know that the ones that can be handed down from the Shang and Zhou dynasties to the present are almost only bronzes, an oil-paper umbrella? You are 100,000, and the wheel of history can also crush it to ashes!

"Dude, you said so much before, I don't understand, and I didn't refute it, but this umbrella... Shang Zhou??"Last week!" Wang Ming's expression was a little weird, this umbrella surface looked clean as new, no matter how you look at it, it looks like it was just made.

"Hahaha, the little brother is really as wise as a torch!" The fat man was not embarrassed, and laughed.

Wang Ming said in his heart, how blind it must be to be wrong.

"Actually, I haven't finished speaking, this umbrella is made of imitation of Daji's umbrella, it is an antique work, I don't take more, eight thousand!" The fat man grinned.

"Eight... Eight thousand?" Wang Ming was stunned.

"It's too expensive, that's good to say, for the sake of my fate with you, I'll give you a 500% discount!"

What kind of fate do I have with you, Wang Ming slandered.

"It's still too expensive! I'll give you a five-thousand-off rate, two thousand!" said the fat man.

"This is an ordinary modern handicraft, two thousand, exaggerated!" Wang Ming said, although he is rich now, it does not mean that he is wronged!

"This is so ordinary! Come and see!" the fat man opened the umbrella with a bang.

The surface of the umbrella is painted with a landscape painting.

Near the tip of the umbrella, there are clouds and mist, and outside, there are cascading mountains, and further down, near the edge, there is a long river.

Wang Ming doesn't know how to paint very well, but he can see that this painting is very detailed, not to mention anything else, so many mountains, how long does it take to paint!

And for some reason, he stared at this painting for a long time, and he actually felt like he was stuck in it.

He was a little fascinated.

But in an instant he woke up to the fact that there was something wrong with the painting!

With his powerful spiritual power, except for those monks in Xuanmen who refined their spiritual power, no one could disturb his spirit!

But a painting almost fascinated him!

But looking at the fat man in a blink of an eye, it seems that he is not affected at all!

"Look at this painting, the layers are clear, the brushstrokes are delicate, ordinary painters can't paint it at all! I won't lose two thousand of this painting alone!" The fat man found that the young man seemed to be intoxicated by the painting, so he praised the painting vigorously.

"However, what I want to buy is an umbrella, not this painting!" Wang Ming was already a little tempted, the painting on the surface of this umbrella is a bit famous.

"Okay, look at it, this umbrella bone is old and strong! Don't look at it, it can definitely withstand the wind and rain!" The fat man shook the handle of the umbrella vigorously, and the wind whirred, and the umbrella bone did not move at all.

"In this way, you can be cheaper, although this painting is good, but it is of little use to me, I mainly see that it is raining outside, and I want to buy an umbrella. Wang Ming's face was sincere.

"Art, young man, how can art be cheap! Just this painting, it can't be a simple umbrella anymore, it's art!" the fat man spat and flew.

Wang Ming pretended to be entangled for a long time, and finally paid 2,000 for art.

As soon as the umbrella is started, good guy, it is very heavy, and it actually weighs three or four pounds!

A hint of coolness came from the handle of the umbrella, which made Wang Ming feel very comfortable to hold.

Spread out your umbrella and walk into the rain with it.

The raindrops crackled on the umbrella surface, and to Wang Ming's surprise, the umbrella surface did not move at all!

There is no way to shake this umbrella in the pouring rain!

And what he was worried about before, whether the painting on the umbrella surface would melt away when it gets wet, didn't happen, and now it seems that the two thousand flowers are worth it, and he will go back to study the painting.

The fat man who saw Wang Ming leave was also overjoyed, and finally sold the money-losing goods.

This umbrella was received by him from a group of tomb robbers some time ago.

At that time, the umbrella was in a somewhat decayed box, but looking at the appearance of the box, it should have been extremely valuable.

But he didn't dare to open the box without permission, for fear of ruining the treasure inside, he intended to let the tomb robbers slow down and wait for him to take out the contents, but the gang was in a hurry to leave, so the fat man gave a cheap price of one thousand and a half.

Later, when the fat man took safety measures and opened the box, he found that there was a brand-new oil-paper umbrella in the special mother's box!

Look away! Those eight calves dare to lie to him! No wonder they are in a hurry to leave!

This umbrella has been sitting there for a long time, and it is very disturbing to see him every day, and now it is finally sold, and it has earned five hundred, Meizizi!

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Holding an umbrella and walking to the entrance of the South Gate Bridge, Guo Shuang and Luo Zhijian were huddled under the canopy with a group of fortune tellers.

"Wang Ming, you bought an umbrella!" Guo Shuang said.

"I think it's beautiful, how about you look at this painting?" Wang Ming motioned to Guo Shuang to look at the painting on the umbrella.

"Well, the painting is very good!" Guo Shuang nodded again and again, she didn't know how to draw, so she could only see whether it was good or bad.

Wang Ming's heart was clear, and it seemed that only when he looked at this painting could he feel trapped.

I hid under the canopy with them for a while, and when the rain was a little lighter, I left.

Guo Shuang and Luo Zhijian went home directly, and Wang Ming first went to the hospital to visit the dean's grandmother, and the short treatment did not have any effect for the time being, but Wang Ming felt that the soul power in his grandmother's body had become stronger, and he thought that his body would get better soon.

After that, he walked around the hospital a few times, and sent a few souls who wandered around the hospital and did not want to return into reincarnation.

In fact, the vast majority of people are neither great evil nor great good when they are alive, and more are ordinary people.

Therefore, the power of merit is pitiful, but no matter how small the mosquito's legs are, they are still meat, and it is better than nothing.

Then, on the chair in the hospital garden, I took a closer look at the painting on the umbrella by the light.

But strangely, the previous intoxication is no longer there.

This made Wang Ming extremely puzzled.

Holding the handle of the umbrella, he imagined that it was a sword and danced a few sword flowers.

I couldn't help but sigh secretly, if only this were really a sword, I should have bought a sword when I visited the South Gate Bridge today.

Thinking of this, Wang Ming tried to use his mental power to control this umbrella, just like controlling bullets during the day.

But what surprised him was that once the spiritual power entered that umbrella, it was like a mud cow entering the sea and disappearing!

What a treasure is this?!

After that, Wang Ming made all kinds of attempts, but without exception, he was absorbed as much as he used his spiritual power! Fortunately, Wang Ming's spiritual power was extremely strong now, otherwise if he was allowed to play like this, he would have fainted a long time ago.

In the end, he tried to use his spiritual power to control the spiritual power to enter this umbrella, but to his surprise, the spiritual power could not enter!

No matter how much he tried, it all ended in failure!

This made Wang Ming puzzled, then he was puzzled, just know that it was a baby, and when he saw Liu Zizhong in the future, ask him.

A magic weapon that can absorb spiritual power, but rejects the spiritual power of heaven and earth!

What's the name, this is my first magic weapon, and I have to give it a powerful name.

Can absorb spiritual power, called**?

Oh, Wang Ming had a chill, this name doesn't work.

In the end, Wang Ming decided to call it the name of the Rejection of the Heavens!