Back in the Hanging Ji Pavilion, Xiang Gaojun had already lived in Duan Tian's room under Cheng Shilan's arrangement, the two grew up together, and there were not a few times they slept in the same bed.

Xiang Gaojun originally wanted to wait to come back to chat, but fell asleep when he was bored.

When Duan Tian came back, Xiang Gaojun was already snoring like thunder, and there was still a touch of saliva on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know what kind of sweet dream he was having.

Duan Tian smiled slightly, washed up briefly and helped Xiang Gao Jun for a while, and then he also fell asleep next to him.

The next day, Duan Tian got up early in the morning, first went to practice two sets of swordsmanship, tried to adjust the tricks inside to suitable for Mrs. Xu's dagger, and then began to run the Divine Dragon Technique for three weeks.

It wasn't until hot sweat began to break out all over his body that Duan Tian finally finished his cultivation and got up to go back.

Xiang Gaojun is a happy character, and several people in the Hanging Ji Pavilion are also very kind, so for a period of time in the morning, everyone has become familiar with it.

Qu Feibai, who came early, didn't know that he wanted to wrestle with him, but unfortunately he didn't support it for more than three seconds in three rounds, which made a crowd of onlookers laugh.

Duan Tian looked at the warm scene, and his heart was very happy.

With such a peaceful life, he is willing to give his life to wait.

After a simple breakfast, Duan Tian arranged for Xiang Gao Jun to do chores in the medical hall, cooperate with Qu Feibai to do some simple things, and take a taxi to the antique market in the west of the city.

Although An Jianjun's Audi was driven back yesterday, Duan Tian felt that the car, both the license plate and itself, was a bit high-profile, and parking in the antique market was also a headache, so it was not as convenient as taking a taxi by himself.

Forty minutes later, taxis began to approach the antique market.

This is a very old building, centered on the Zheng antique in the middle, where there was a ceramic shop during the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, and then after several twists and turns, it began to sell antiques at the end of the Qing Dynasty.

I don't know if it's feng shui or the times, since I started the antique business, the business of that shop has been booming, and then some people started to follow suit, and they also made a lot of money.

For a time, the streets became a wind, and the streets stretched for hundreds of meters on the left and right, all of which were full of all kinds of antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

About a year ago, the Zheng family in Kyoto rose, and then began to lay out industries across the country, and when they took a fancy to that place, they used various means to take advantage of it.

Duan Tian came this time, not because he was interested in any antique calligraphy and paintings, but because he wanted to try his luck and see if he could find some wandering magic weapons.

Although he is now a Dao Master, he is more than capable of protecting himself against the evil spirits in the Jiangdu Garden, and he can't kill them with one blow.

And if he is allowed to grow there, the dangers that may be brought later are extremely huge.

Therefore, he wanted to improve his combat effectiveness with the help of the artifact and solve the problem completely.

Of course, he was also prepared for failure, magic weapons are not so easy to meet, and he really can't do it, so he can only refine some talismans by himself to help.

The taxi slowed down when it entered the market, and Duan Tian didn't know where there would be magic weapons, and he saw a store with a fairly large façade, and there were several people around it, guessing that there might be something, so he asked the driver to stop.

It was only when he walked into the store that he realized that instead of discussing how a rare object was worth a fortune or some shocking secret hidden, there was a dispute.

I saw a middle-aged man in his forties standing in front of the counter with a pair of calligraphy and paintings in his hand, his face full of anger, while the person who looked like the boss inside had a calm face and didn't care.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, you are also a veteran player in the antique market, you should know the rules."

The boss didn't smile: "The antique market, it all depends on your own eyes, you can buy and leave, and there will be no returns."

"Whether you make a profit or a loss, you will bear it."

The boss made a gesture: "Mr. Chen, please go back!" Don't make yourself too ugly!"

"Boss Kang, it's true that I have to buy and leave, and I naturally understand this rule."

The middle-aged man named Mr. Chen did not back down: "If I looked away by myself, then I don't have to say it, I think I am unlucky."

"It's just that what the situation is like this time, Boss Kang knows it very well."

"You showed me a painting of Zhu Zhishan, and I could see that the painting was indeed genuine, so I bought it for 10,000 yuan. And in the end, what Boss Kang gave me was a pair of Tang Bohu's words, and it was a fake, and a hundred yuan was not worth it."

"It's not a matter of my vision, it's a matter of Kang's antique credit."

"Although I'm not a big customer, I also spend about 10 million a year at Kang's, can you really get by playing tricks on me like this?"

"Nonsense!"

Boss Kang's face was playful: "Ten thousand, I want to buy Zhu Zhishan's paintings, don't you think this thing is too funny?" Are you too lucky, or am I getting dizzy?"

Mr. Chen's face changed suddenly, and he knew that he had fallen into Boss Kang's trap.

Zhu Zhishan's paintings are all 8 million square feet, where did the 10,000 paintings come from? I was greedy for a while just now, but now I have lost the opportunity to call the police.

Because no one believed that Boss Kang was stupid enough to sell the 8 million painting for 10,000, and in order to complete the transaction smoothly and quickly, he didn't even expand the painting just now, which means that there was no way to monitor it.

In the end, he could only swallow coptis dumbly.

"Boss Kang, I admit it!"

Mr. Chen was still unwilling to accept 10,000 yuan and bought such a hundred yuan of words, and played the emotional card: "Can you return the words to me for the sake of me being a regular customer in the store."

"I don't want a million!"

It's a loss, but it's better than a million.

Mr. Chen's eyes were longing: "Please also ask Boss Kang to raise your noble hand, don't care about my recklessness just now."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen!"

Boss Kang pretended to be helpless: "It's not that I don't help you, we are also old friends for many years, and I am also very sad about your experience. It's just that the rules are the rules, and there is really no such thing as a return."

Mr. Chen gritted his teeth, but he was helpless.

"Give me this letter!"

Just as Mr. Chen let out a long sigh and was about to swallow the bitter fruit, a calm voice sounded from the side.

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Chapter 135: Give Me Free Reading.