There are many reasons for not being confident, and the first one is the magic weapon.

If you don't find the right magic weapon, rashly starting to crack this evil feng shui bureau is estimated to only backfire.

Not to mention anything else, those "frog money" alone were enough for Tang Chen's headache. The "green worm money" in the Mazu Temple almost made Tang Chen capsize in the gutter. If there were a few more, wouldn't Tang Chen have to be anxious? In order to ensure that nothing went wrong, he still had to make enough preparations.

After this sumptuous dinner, Tang Chen followed the second brother and them back to the ancestral house.

This "three-way patio-type" classic Fujian Provincial dwelling is really antique. The house set aside for Tang Chen is also close to the southeast, ventilated and light, if it weren't for the destruction of the dragon veins of Qilin Mountain, the gurgling river could still be seen outside the window. Now there was only a little bit of water left below, and it was estimated that three or two frogs were chirping there, making loud frog sounds.

It's like you're back in the countryside – oh no, it's the countryside.

It seemed that he had returned to the village of Gao Prefecture at once, and Tang Chen felt a sense of tranquility in his heart.

Maybe it was too tired during the day, or maybe the frog sound was too hypnotic, after Tang Chen took a bath, he habitually used his mobile phone to watch the news on the Internet, and fell asleep.

Sleep until the rooster crows......

That's right, Tang Chen also thought that he had heard it wrong, and he was sleeping in a daze, when he suddenly heard the sound of a rooster crowing.

When I turned over and looked at my phone, it was just over five o'clock in the morning and less than six o'clock in the morning. The thought of being in the middle of the countryside is nothing to fuss about.

After the rooster crowed several times, Tang Chen completely lost his sleepiness: "Forget it, get up!"

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Tang Chen came to the patio as usual and started tai chi.

Because it was late autumn, it was almost six o'clock, and the sky had not yet dawned, and even in Shanluo Village, there were not many farmers who got up early to work. At most, the lights come on in twos and threes, and then the smoke rises - first eat and then go to the ground. It is precisely because of this that Tang Chen is playing Tai Chi next to him, and there is no one watching.

"Hey, how do you feel the flow of qi has increased?"

While playing Tai Chi, Tang Chen suddenly felt that the qi around him was much stronger, and he subconsciously opened the "Wangqi Technique" to take a look, and was startled.

"How...... How so?"

It turned out that in Tang Chen's eyes, he saw that the color had changed again. Not only did the aura appear everywhere in the eyesight, but even the subtle aura fluctuations in the distance couldn't escape Tang Chen's eyes.

"Is this an upgrade?"

Tang Chen felt inexplicable, yesterday he was mentally exhausted due to the excessive use of the "Qi Hope Technique", and he almost didn't keep the stars in his eyes. Why is the "Qi Looking" technique upgraded today? Isn't this scientific?

"Could it be that the excessive use of the 'Qi Hope Technique' can still stimulate potential?" Tang Chen couldn't help but think of this aspect, after all, there was really no other explanation besides this aspect. However, even if Tang Chen confirmed this, he would not try it. Mental exhaustion was too painful, and after experiencing it once, Tang Chen definitely didn't want to experience it a second time.

With the newly discovered Tang Chen, he has no intention of practicing Tai Chi anymore. It happened that Zeng Lao and they all got up, and after breakfast, Zeng Lao and Tang Chen took the car back to Quanzhou (Quan) Prefecture to "Taobao", and the fourth brother rarely went back to Shanshan Village, and had no intention of leaving for the time being. The second brother is old and doesn't want to work too hard.

So Zeng Lao and Tang Chen followed this bodyguard and driver, and drove to the direction of Quanzhou (Quan) Prefecture.

"Master Tang, what magic weapon are you looking for?" After getting out of the car near the antique street, Zeng Lao asked Tang Chen in a low voice.

Tang Chen pondered for a while before he said, "It's mainly a magic weapon that can drive away evil spirits, and ordinary magic weapons are not very useful." ”

Zeng Lao nodded: "Then shall we go to Feng Shui Street first? This Feng Shui Street is next to the Antique Street......

"No, let's go to the antique street first......" Tang Chen said with a smile.

"Could it be that Master Tang also wants to get involved in the antique world?" said Zeng Lao in surprise.

Tang Chen shook his head and said, "I don't know anything about antiques, but I know magic weapons! Under normal circumstances, those who can become antiques also have a chance to become magic weapons." Moreover, the aura of the antique type of magic weapon is much larger than that of the magic weapon that has just been opened. This is the baptism that has gone through the years, and it cannot be replaced by enlightenment......"

Zeng Lao suddenly realized: "I see!"

Since Tang Chen insisted, Zeng Lao had no choice but to lead the way in front. The antique street is actually not far, and after walking more than 100 steps, they arrived at the most prosperous area of the antique market.

It is a wide and smooth avenue, lined with low buildings, the highest is no more than three storeys, and the decoration is antique, and in front of the roadside shops, there are many people along the street stalls.

Even though it's only eight or nine o'clock in the morning, there are already people in front of the stalls and in the shops. Although the number of people is not very large, it can be called lively compared to the deserted streets. Zeng Lao and Tang Chen walked forward and came to the nearest stall, their eyes drooped, and they saw various objects messily placed on the stall. There are rusty ancient coins, lacquered gold and silver-plated ornaments, and old-fashioned porcelain......

In appearance, these objects have been baptized by the years and look very ancient. It is old and old to be called an antique.

Of course, that's what ordinary people think. Zeng Lao has not paid the tuition fees in vain over the years, he knows that there are at least dozens of means to make a new thing become old and old in a very short period of time.

Now, the antiques on the stall, which ones are real and which ones are fake, need to be verified by him. Speaking of which, these stall owners who set up stalls to sell antiques are also interesting, there are dozens of stalls on a street, but it is rare to see stall owners waiting in the stalls, waiting for customers to come to the door. Instead, groups of three or five gather together, or play mahjong or chess. For the pedestrians who pass by by accidentally, they are all playing or touching cards at the same time, only with their eyes to make a look at whether to buy goods. After all, people who come to the antique market also know that there are few real things and many fake things here. In general, just look at it, and will not buy it easily. Therefore, only when the customer actually picks up the antique and intends to ask the price, will the stall owner come up to greet him.

Approaching a stall, Tang Chen's eyes wandered, and at first glance, he looked like a novice, picking and choosing from the stall with a curious expression. This kind of person, the stall owner likes to kill the most.

"Elder Zeng, why is this so lively?" Tang Chen asked in a low voice.

A smile appeared on Zeng Lao's face, and he whispered, "This is the usual practice...... Master Tang, do you know about this antique business, and the ghost market?"

(End of chapter)