"Green Shangpin No. 17, this is it!" Chu Bing looked at the door number and stopped the motorcycle against the curb. Tian Menjiang stretched out his long legs and stepped out of the back seat of the motorcycle, stretching his neck and looking out into the courtyard through the hollowed-out fence.

"Why is this yard different from what I imagined? Foreign artists, the yard is full of flowers and plants, and there is often a nude sculpture or something. What are the vegetables grown in this yard, it's so life-like, I'm a little disappointed!"

"Young man, our Donghua people are different from foreigners. They like mood and romance, and we like good harvest and affordability. Since the beginning of beating our ancestors, we Donghua people like to farm and taste the joy of the harvest. Don't you think that the vegetables you grow are much more lovely than those flowers and plants and nude female sculptures?" An old man wearing a straw hat suddenly stood up inside the wall, startling Tian Menjiang.

Don't think about it, this must be the chairman of the Provincial Calligraphy and Painting Association, Liu Jianting Liu Lao. Listening to Liu Jianting's words, Tian Menjiang hurriedly nodded vigorously and said:

"Uncle, don't you say that I haven't discovered it yet! It turns out that in the bottom of my heart, the most beautiful thing is not flowers and plants and naked women, but green onions and cabbage! I'm so excited, you are my mentor in life! No, I have to invite you to drink for this, where are we going to drink tonight? I'll have a treat!"

"You're Oda, aren't you? Your performance is a bit too pompous, but for your sake, if you don't punctualize me, it's over! Liu Jianting took off his hat and fanned it a few times, and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Tian Menjiang hurriedly pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard one step ahead of Chu Bing. He hurried a few steps to Liu Jianting's side, bent down, and supported Liu Jianting's left arm with doglegs. Liu Jianting looked at the two with a smile and said:

"I said Xiao Tian, I really didn't expect you, a cadre of the police system, to be so poor when you speak. Look at the Chu soldiers, how calm and atmospheric, you have to learn more from him!"

"Old Liu, I am poor with you because you are highly respected. As far as Chu Bing is concerned, he is not calm and atmospheric, he is dull, and I am not rare to be poor with him. Tian Menjiang still resents the butt board last night, and his heart has not yet been smoothed out, and he can't see others saying that Chu Bing is good.

Liu Jianting didn't continue the topic, let Tianmen Jiang carry him, and led the way into the house. The decoration in the house is very ordinary, just simple white walls and black floors. It's just that the walls are full of calligraphy and paintings, and there are also many carvings and porcelain in the corners of the room. Passing through the living room, the three of them came to Liu Jianting's calligraphy and painting room, which is also the showroom for Liu Jianting's important objects.

A large wooden board painting case more than three meters long is placed in the center of the painting and calligraphy room. Four or five round stools are scattered around the painting, which are not for entertaining guests, but for sitting down and resting when you are tired of standing. Around the painting, there are six Bogu shelves, and the shelves are full of dazzling objects, all of which are from the previous year.

Tianmen Jiang had already thrown down Liu Jianting, and was standing beside Bogujia with a look of wealth on his face. Touching this, pinching that, muttering something all the time.

"Old Liu, can I take a look at the Xinglin Chunyan bowl you bought?" Chu Bing ignored Tian Menjiang, who was a fan of money, and looked at Liu Jianting, who was sorting out the painting case, and said.

Liu Jianting nodded and said to Tian Menjiang:

"Xiao Tian, the bowl is on the top layer of the shelf on your right, you can take it. ”

Tianmen Jiang looked along the shelf, and the Xinglin Chunyan bowl was in the middle of the top layer. Carefully holding the porcelain bowl on the painting case with both hands, Tianmen Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at Liu Jianting and said:

"I said Liu Lao, your heart is really big! I have read the information of the case, if this bowl is real, it is worth at least more than 100 million! You are always casually placed on the shelf, not to mention stolen by someone, if it is not small, it will be heartache to death!"

Liu Jianting waved his hand and said with a smile:

"You take these things outside of your body too seriously. You can appreciate and cherish it because of its history, its culture, and its ingenuity. But it should never be revered because of its monetary value!"

Chu Bing nodded, and from the words of this old man Liu, he could see that this was a respectable elder. Looking at Tian Menjiang again, he nodded yes while continuing to rub one object after another, Chu Bing couldn't help but shake his head. However, in Chu Bing's heart, he had 10,000 reassurance about Tianmenjiang's integrity! The brothers who grew up together as children still didn't know what kind of temperament they had? He just saw that valuable things were a little crooked, and what should he really think, he had already earned a lot of money after working for so many years.

Chu Bing took the Xinglin Chunyan bowl in his hand, turned over the bowl, and there was indeed a yin character at the bottom. If you look at the bowl upright, the bowl body is white and transparent, and the enamel painting of the tree delphinium is vivid and lively. Even if he didn't understand porcelain, Chu Bing felt that this object was indeed good. Nanming Fujun once said that the Xinglin Chunyan bowl should be a spiritual weapon.

The armor in Chu Bing's hand is a spiritual weapon, and he still knows how to distinguish the real from the fake. Consciousness flashed, and the true qi in the dantian surged, and the majestic true yuan qi was poured into the bowl along the hands. Tian Menjiang turned his head suddenly, and together with Liu Jianting, he looked blankly at the Xinglin Chunyan bowl in Chu Bing's hand.

At this time, the porcelain bowl emits a bright white light, which cannot be hidden by the daytime sun. Along with the glow was a biting chill. As the true qi continued to be fed, layers of mist appeared in the bowl, which eventually turned into a shallow layer of transparent liquid.

Chu Bing exhaled a breath of turbid qi and stopped the input of true qi. In just two minutes, Chu Bing consumed eighty percent of the true qi in his body. Putting the bowl on the table, Chu Bing and Liu Jianting confessed, then walked to the corner and sat down, and began to recover the true qi in their bodies.

Liu Jianting looked at Chu Bing and couldn't help nodding secretly. Before they came, Liu Jianting and He Yuanzheng were on the phone. He Yuanzheng said on the phone that Chu Bing is a strange person, and he must not be neglected. Now it seems that this Chu soldier is indeed extraordinary. A seemingly ordinary porcelain bowl has undergone an astonishing change in his hands.

Liu Jianting did not disturb Chu Bing, but came to the bowl with Tian Menjiang and observed it carefully. The Xinglin Chunyan Bowl no longer glows without the input of true qi. But the liquid in the bowl continued to exud a chill. Tian Menjiang looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but put his fingers into the bowl, wanting to see what the liquid was.

"I'll go!" As soon as he touched the surface of the water, Tian Menjiang exclaimed in surprise and retracted his fingers.

"It's so cold, what the hell is this?" Liu Jianting looked at Tian Menjiang's right index finger in surprise and couldn't help but ask. The first two segments of Tianmenjiang's entire index finger turned grayish-white, and the epidermis of the finger hung with a thick layer of frost. Even liquid nitrogen, which is about minus 200 degrees, is not so powerful!