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"Ancient tombs?" Zhang Haoran heard of such a thing as going to an ancient tomb for identification for the first time.

"Yes, it's the tomb. You know how happy and exciting it is to be an appraiser to appraise a piece of antique that has just been unearthed. Huang Futian looked excited when he spoke.

"These are all antiques that will go into the hands of all kinds of people in the future, and it is an honor that I am the first person to handle them. When you finish the history of this antique, the authenticity of the authenticity of the examination and a series of other things, you will find out what a sacred profession the appraiser is. Huang Futian continued.

At this time, Huang Futian had already taken Zhang Haoran to a library-like place, where there were countless books, and none of the books were new, all were old books. There are all kinds of appearances, and Zhang Haoran even saw a few volumes of books made of bamboo slabs on an old red wooden table.

When Zhang Haoran looked at it with his eyes, he could even see a faint cyan aura emanating from the bamboo slip book, which was actually a genuine bamboo slip. In other words, the whole scroll of bamboo slips on the wooden table is something from ancient times, not imitated by people today.

"The bamboo slips are actually real!" Zhang Haoran knew when he saw the faint cyan aura on the bamboo slips, and he knew that in ancient times, the books edited by these bamboo slips were called Khan Qing. Khan Qing Khan Qing, which means the words on the bamboo. In ancient times, it was necessary to roast the green bamboo with fire, so that the water in the green bamboo evaporated and dried, and the process was the same as sweating, so it was also called sweat green. This kind of sweat is suitable for writing records in ancient times, and it can also play a role in preventing moths.

When Zhang Haoran saw the roll of bamboo slips, he already knew that it was genuine when he saw the cyan aura, this kind of thing is said to be rarely genuine, but the value of all genuine products is also extremely high, but he didn't expect that there would be one in Huangfutian's house.

"Boy, good eyesight! That sweat is that some second-level appraisers need time to identify their authenticity, and you can't imagine that you can see it at a glance. My Huangfu Tian really didn't see the wrong person, he has good eyes!" "Huang Futian saw that as soon as he entered the door, Zhang Haoran was attracted by the sweat and blue, and originally thought that this little guy was going to identify it, so he paid attention to Zhang Haoran, but he didn't expect this guy to look at it from a distance like this, and before leaving, he said with surprise that the bamboo slip was actually real.

This made Huang Futian, who was paying attention to Zhang Haoran, suddenly surprised, this eye is too "poisonous"!

"I just looked at it and thought it was real. "Zhang Haoran will not tell his secrets to others.

"Huh. Huang Futian smiled and said nothing, this felt true at first glance, and he was extremely surprised and said that it was true? This kid is either too modest or has a secret on his body! Huang Futian shook his head helplessly. He is already in his fifties, how can a person who is an ordinary person not guess the meaning of Zhang Haoran's words.

But who doesn't have secrets? The more talented people are, the more secrets they have, and the faster such people grow.

Yamei Di walked behind the two and didn't speak, but when Zhang Haoran just spoke, Yamei Di looked up, and then continued to walk behind.

"Come, follow me in!" Huang Futian took Zhang Haoran to the north of the library, only to see him tap a local colored book with his hand, and then the huge bookshelf in front of Zhang Haoran trembled like this, only trembling but not making a sound. Then the bookshelf was divided into two, and in the original Zhang Haoran's sight, there was an additional library as large as the library, which was called the antique collection room to be correct.

Because it is full of all kinds of antiques, some are large, some are as small as a pocket.

Yamei Di glanced at Huang Futian suspiciously, under normal circumstances, Huang Futian would not bring people in here, but at this time, he brought this person with evil things on his body here, it seems that Huang Futian really likes this guy. So should I help this bastard?"

The reason why Zhang Haoran has a ghost general on his body, Zhang Haoran's life span will only get shorter and shorter, she doesn't want Huang Futian to cultivate with his heart, but the people who value it so much leave Huang Futian first, which will not only waste Huang Futian's time and energy, but also make Huang Futian deeply hit.

"Zhang Haoran, come! This is where I have collected antiques for many years. Huang Futian stood in the center and turned around with his hands outstretched, looking at his favorite joke in front of him and unable to close his mouth.

I don't know why, when Huang Futian came here, the distance between Yamei Di and Huang Futian was not even closer than outside, and it seemed that he needed close protection as if he was in danger. And Yameidi's eyes are very indifferent, so he looks around vigilantly.

"So many ......" Zhang Haoran was speechless when he saw the dazzling antiques in front of him, all the antiques in front of him were antiques, Zhang Haoran even saw the terracotta warriors, although there were only thirteen figures, but this was already remarkable.

Then there should be a staircase-like place full of copper coins and porcelain of various colors. Copper coins come in size, and porcelain comes in height. Zhang Haoran can barely see it.

"I've always loved appraisals since I was a child, from betting with my friends to guess how many earthworms are in the soil, and then becoming obsessed with antiques, and then establishing the Huangfu family on my own. Everything went by so quickly......" Huang Futian looked at the antique in front of him and sighed.

"In my mind, I always thought that I was still the one in the past who took a broken bowl from time to time and then found my father and told him that this was an antique, very valuable, and then I thought that the antique was exchanged for money, and the family could also make good food. But in fact, my broken bowl was smashed by my father directly on the ground, and then I was so angry that I ......"

Huang Futian walked in front of a bronze sculpture, half as tall as him. The sculpture is covered with large and small "green spots". The backs of the hands, arms, and clothing all appear patina of different sizes.

"This is the first antique I have been identified as an appraiser, the Arhat statue. Huang Futian patted the bronze statue, and then walked to the next one and began to introduce it.

Along the way, Huang Futian will introduce the origin of these antiques, which are more important to Huang Futian, and also indicate what mood or reason he was in when he obtained this antique.

And Yamei Disc has been following Huang Futian, no matter what antiques Huang Futian refers to, she will look at those antiques nervously, as if there are weird things. It wasn't until more than an hour later that the emperor stopped. It seems that I am tired, so I didn't go into details, but briefly said it.

"Well, these things have been with me for almost a lifetime. If you're tired, let's go and rest first, and a car will pick us up and take us to the tomb. Huang Futian was really tired, and there was a sense of exhaustion in his tone.

Then Huang Futian took the lead and went out, and Yamei Disc still followed.

Suddenly, Yamei Disc suddenly glared at Zhang Haoran fiercely, his eyes were as big as bull's eyes, with coldness. This frightened Zhang Haoran, and at this time, the Asian American disc was as hideous and terrifying as a ghost. But when Zhang Haoran realized that Yamei Disc was not looking at himself, but looking behind him, Zhang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Haoran asked in a low voice. Huang Futian was already tired, and Zhang Haoran couldn't bear to quarrel with him.

From the contact between Zhang Haoran and Huang Futian in the past hour or so, Zhang Haoran felt that Huang Futian was a very easy-going old man and kind. No matter how you look at it, he looks like an ordinary old man, and he cares about Zhang Haoran very much, and he doesn't forget to care about Zhang Haoran when he introduces antiques all the way, such as where his home is, what he liked to do when he was a child, and so on.

"It's fine. Yamei Saucer still had that indifferent tone and expression, and after speaking, he turned around and walked quickly behind Huang Futian.

"Weird!" Zhang Haoran muttered in a low voice, then turned to look. There was nothing, only antiques, and he couldn't figure out what he was doing just now, like eating people.

Zhang Haoran also followed quickly, but when he was halfway there, Zhang Haoran remembered that there would be no evil in there, right? Thinking of the identity of Yamei Die, and the move of Yamei Disc just now, the more Zhang Haoran thought about it, the more likely it became.

"Senior Huangfu, can I bag more bags here for a while? I want to know more, this will be useful for my future identification. When Zhang Haoran walked quickly to Zhang Haoran's side, he said softly.

Yamei looked at Zhang Haoran strangely, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but then he didn't speak after seeing the pocket where Zhang Haoran put the dragon balls.

"Okay, but don't stay too long, the car will be coming soon, and we're going to the tomb. Huangfutian waved his hand, meaning that Zhang Haoran could leave.

"Yes. Zhang Haoran smiled happily. Then he stood in place and watched Huang Futian leave, during which Yamei turned his head once, and looked at Zhang Haoran with doubts in his eyes.

"I don't know what's inside!" Zhang Haoran saw Huang Futian and them walking away, and his originally smiling face became a little curious.

When I returned to this antique collection room, it was still just an ordinary antique, and everything didn't seem to be anything peculiar.

But Zhang Haoran believed that there was something in it, and just now Yamei Die's big and ruthless eyes had told Zhang Haoran that there was something in it.

"Open!" Seeing that there was nothing abnormal, Zhang Haoran said in a low voice, his eyes instantly turned brown, a mysterious and demonic brown.

The scene in front of me was a little weird, very weird. It didn't look like there was an evil thing, but the aura emitted by these antiques instantly became a strange scene. The aura of various colors, and because it is genuine, all antiques exude an aura, and the whole look is like seeing a colorful world.

"Really, it's nothing scary!" Zhang Haoran now knows that he was tricked by Yamei Saucer, and the staring just now must have scared him, because Zhang Haoran couldn't see anything.

Call!

A short voice sounded, and Zhang Haoran, who had already turned around and was about to leave, suddenly stopped, the sound just now was not a hallucination! When Zhang Haoran's ears were released, he could even hear the sound of needles falling on the ground.

"Who!" Zhang Haoran's brown eyes were deep and scary, and Zhang Haoran also turned around to look directly. Zhang Haoran's face changed, his mouth opened slightly, and he didn't close it for a long time.

I saw thirteen people in ancient costumes squatting on the ground in front of me, smiling at Zhang Haoran.

(Enlightenment Book Network.)