This big man set up a stall in Hongjing West Market, selling ancient blades dug up from ancient tombs.

These blades, along with dirt and masonry, were placed in front of the stalls.

The clay and masonry are all real antiquities, but the weapons are real or fake, it all depends on personal eyesight.

The big man stretched out a black finger, plucked out his ear, and asked, "Young Marshal, what are you talking about...... Green bricks?"

Yin Ming nodded and said, "Yes, how much does this thing cost?"

Dahan waved his hand again and again, and said, "This thing is worthless, any tomb, as soon as it is dug up, it will be a pile." ”

Yin Ming said: "I will lend you a brick, and I will sell it in a while, how about sharing your share of the silver?"

The big man was stunned, and hurriedly said: "The young marshal said with a smile, how dare you ask for your money." ”

"If you like it, you can take all the bricks and dirt. ”

Bricks and soil are worthless, and Dahan is really not distressed at all.

Yin Ming didn't say anything more, thanked him, picked a green brick with a date, and took it.

Feng Xingdao was instructing his subordinates to buy some snacks for the twins, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help it.

Feng Xingdao sneered: "Yin Ming, it's really yours, you're really a business genius." ”

Yin Ming glanced at him, and his eyes were like looking at bed bugs.

Yin Ming said: "You don't have a lot of mouth, I will pay you back twice the silver in a while." ”

Feng Xingdao was angry, and what he said was as if he was a handsome prince and cared about those two stinky money.

Yin Ming held the brick, groaned slightly, and suddenly stretched out a finger and quickly poked it on the brick.

Feng Xingdao was happy, watching Yin Ming's fingers swipe, he was actually writing on the brick.

Although this green brick is old, it has a solid texture, and it is not easy to write on it.

Even if Feng Xingdao is a dignified warrior, it is easy to open the stele and crack the stone, and it is impossible to write small characters on it.

This Yin Ming is a martial arts waste, and he is not afraid to break his fingers.

However, Yin Ming's fingers swiped, like a pen walking a dragon and a snake, but it was full of posture.

Many pedestrians in the vicinity were attracted to it.

Although this world is respected for martial arts, people are not without the ability to appreciate it.

Seeing Yin Ming using his fingers as his pen and writing beautifully, many people were attracted.

Next to Feng Xingdao, the twins were holding a small porcelain bowl, and they were actually a little distracted.

Feng Xingdao coughed heavily, seeing that the girl he was accompanying was still quite faceless when he saw other men distracted.

Feng Xingdao looked at Yin Ming and said, "Okay, old Yin, don't pretend, just you, can you write on the bricks?"

Yin Ming didn't pay attention to him, but slowly reversed the brick in his hand.

Pedestrians looked at the brick in Yin Ming's hand expectantly, and then were stunned to find that there was not a word on it.

Feng Xingdao laughed, revealing a look of "I sympathize with you".

The pedestrians sighed in unison, looking at the posture of this young man just now, they thought he was a great character!

At this time, Yin Ming gently blew on the brick surface.

Dust flying.

When the dust settled, everyone looked at it intently, and suddenly they were silent and frozen.

On the old green bricks, a few lines of text suddenly appeared.

The most amazing thing is that the text is not a yin engraving, but a yang engraving!

Yin engraving is to concave inward, while yang engraving is to bulge outward, that is, to cut off the surrounding part.

Yin Ming just writes with his fingers, how can there be such an effect of yang engraving?

In this world, probably no one will understand.

Yin Ming condensed the literary tone at his fingertips and wrote these two lines of poetry.

The tone of writing drives poetry, there are all kinds of wonderful uses, and it is nothing to engrave two lines of text.

At this moment, everyone applauded.

I don't know who recognized this as Yin Dashuai's son.

Only then did everyone know that this white-haired young man in washed clothes was actually the son of a handsome man.

Everyone didn't know that Yin Ming was writing in a literary tone, and they all thought that Yin Ming wrote these words with martial arts cultivation, and they all immediately exclaimed "handsome general".

Yin Ming chuckled and shook his head, one day, the world will know what happened.

Feng Xingdao said sourly: "Hey, I haven't seen you for more than half a year, but it's really a long skill." ”

"Just these few words, what can it be worth!"

When Feng Xingdao said this, there were originally a few people who wanted to bid for it, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

At this time, Yin Ming said lightly: "This brick sells for five hundred taels of silver." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

The value of a broken turn is because it is the handwriting of the son of the handsome.

It can be sold for five hundred taels of silver, which is simply a robbery.

The onlookers suddenly began to disperse quietly.

After all, this is Young Marshal Yin's field, if you stay here and don't buy it, it will be a little unsightly.

Watching the crowd disperse, Feng Xingdao was overjoyed and laughed vigorously.

It's a pity that Yin Ming completely ignored him, making him very faceless.

Time passed minute by minute, and most of the time had passed.

The old god Yin Ming sat behind the stall in the present, reciting the scriptures silently in his heart and cultivating silently.

Feng Xingdao and the little sister walked around, and then ran over to see Yin Ming's joke.

My sister's big eyes rolled, and she whispered to her sister: "Sister, the words on the green bricks seem to have some special charm." ”