Chapter 22: The Little Stone Statue

"Come out, the one with the computer bag is Ling Yu. ”

After waiting for a long time on the street outside the Lingxi Hall, when Yang Zichen was almost out of breath, Guan Yue suddenly said in surprise, but he didn't notice that Yang Zichen's eyes were red.

Yang Zichen stared at Ling Yu who came out talking and laughing with Yao Jingya, his handsome face was distorted, became hideous, and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, Ling Yu, if it's really you, I will definitely make you look good today." ”

"Uncle Guan, you go back first, I'll be enough alone. ”

Then he suppressed the hatred in his heart and said to Guan Yue beside him.

Guan Yue is by his side, and it is not easy to act.

Guan Yue didn't notice Yang Zichen's expression, and said in shock: "But the boss let me"

"No, if my dad asked, you said I asked for it. ”

Yang Zichen waved his hand, very resolutely, then took out his mobile phone and made a call as he walked.

Guan Yue frowned slightly, hesitated whether to follow, and finally shook his head and sighed, with a premonition in his heart, if Yang Zichen took over Jianbaotang, I really don't know what will happen.

"Lao Biao, I want you to do me a favor and bring a few brothers who can fight, hehe, don't worry, I promise I won't be able to treat you badly." Location, in the Yingxian Bridge Antique Market, hurry up!"

Yang Zichen said as he looked at Ling Yu and the two who walked into the crowd, and there was a sinister sneer on the corner of his mouth

Ling Yu naturally didn't know that he had been targeted by Yang Zichen, but he always felt that there was a gaze watching him from behind, and when he looked back, there was nothing conspicuous except that people were people.

Thinking that he had been in the limelight in Lingxi Hall before, maybe he was targeted by some well-intentioned people, Ling Yu was also relieved.

"Ling Yu, do you want to go to those stalls to have a look? I see that you have a good eye, it should be fine!"

Yao Jingya suddenly proposed.

In fact, she is also impatient, every time she comes here, she wants to find something, which is also the psychology of every collector, just like a gambler, as long as she sees that there is a gambling game, her heart is itchy, and she always wants to play.

"Okay. ”

Ling Yu didn't know Sister Xiaoya's thoughts, so he also agreed.

What's more, he also has some ideas about cultural relics and antiques, a small piece of jade is worth one or two million, and the money comes too quickly.

Of course, this requires a very keen eye.

Maybe he has no experience in appreciating cultural relics and antiques, but he has the memory information in the consciousness light group, if he encounters the cultural relics and antiques produced in the land of Wuli, he will definitely look at it accurately.

The two walked in front of a stall, and Ling Yu scanned all the things on the stall, but found nothing.

Instead, Yao Jingya took a long-necked flask with a bit of sky blue and watched it carefully.

When the stall owner on the opposite side saw that Yao Jingya was interested in this bottle, he immediately gushed and said: "This girl, this is a long-necked bottle from the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, which belongs to Jun porcelain from Juntai kiln, and you see that there is a special Yongle model at the bottom."

Yao Jingya asked, "How much is this?"

As soon as the stall saw that there was a show, he hurriedly offered a price: "Eight thousand, this is the lowest price." ”

"Eight thousand, boss, your price is high, this is obviously a kind of imitation Jun porcelain, and the snake is so full that I have to make up a Yongle model on it, which is worth a few dollars at most, and eight thousand yuan can buy thousands of this kind of bottle!"

Yao Jingya winked at Zhang Jian, and then said with a straight face.

"Little girl, this is my authentic Yongle longnecked bottle, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. ”

The stall owner's face suddenly became displeased, and he snatched the bottle and drank softly.

Those who do their job are making money from illiterate buyers, and if they are exposed, the losses will be great.

"Hehe, my uncle is the shopkeeper of Lingxi Hall, why don't you give him an appraisal, is this a long-necked bottle from the Yongle period?"

Yao Jingya didn't pay attention to the stall owner's warning eyes and smiled.

The stall owner's face changed slightly, Lingxi Hall was like thunder to people like them, and immediately he looked around and begged in a low voice: "Girl, you are a person who knows the goods, this is indeed imitation Jun porcelain, just let me go, I am also a small business, mixed food"

If he offends the niece of the shopkeeper of Lingxi Hall, do you still need to mess around here?

Ling Yu smiled secretly in his heart, he didn't expect that Sister Xiao Ya would also be a fox.

"Hmph, since it's imitation Jun porcelain, you still dare to bid eight thousand, could it be that the other things in this stall won't all be fake. ”

Yao Jingya was unforgiving, snorted coldly, and asked loudly.

When she said this, the others looked at the stall owner with puzzled eyes.

The stall owner secretly complained in his heart, it seems that he will have to change his position quickly tomorrow.

Seeing that the stall owner stopped talking, Yao Jingya left satisfied.

Ling Yu followed, but he didn't know which play Sister Xiao Ya was singing just now?

"Isn't it very enjoyable, every time I encounter this situation, I will do it and disrupt their business. ”

Yao Jingya's cheeks were flushed, and she seemed to be very excited.

"Sister Xiaoya, you won't have been deceived before, that's why"

Ling Yu said that he had just said it, but he was glared at by Yao Jingya, and immediately closed his mouth, but he laughed secretly in his heart.

It seemed that Ling Yu was thinking about it, and Yao Jingya ignored him for a while.

Ling Yu glanced at the objects on the stall as he walked, his pupils suddenly shrank slightly, and then he came to a stall, and his gaze fell on a small gray-white stone figure.

This small stone figure is only the size of two fingers, with a rough appearance and blurred facial features, but it has eight arms, but it gives people a feeling of being smart and alive.

Yao Jingya saw that Ling Yu didn't follow, so she hurriedly walked over and asked, "Ling Yu, this little stone figure has no collection value, do you think it's doing?"

Ling Yu smiled at her, then picked up the little stone figure and asked the stall owner, "How much is this?"

"Two hundred. The stall owner was an old woman, and she held out two fingers.

"I want it. ”

Ling Yu took out two hundred yuan and threw it to the stall owner, rubbing the little stone figure with both hands, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Such a small stone figure is worth two hundred, you read it right!"

Yao Jingya looked strangely at Ling Yu taking out the money, pursed her lips and said.

Ling Yu smiled and said that she didn't understand.

The appearance of this stone statue is very similar to the great consciousness of witch rites that Ling Yu saw in Gaia's consciousness space, of course, this is not the reason why Ling Yu bought it, after all, the stone statue of this image is not nothing, in the Wuli Temple in Kaixian, there is a statue of Wuli!

However, this stone statue is not simple, it has existed for one or two hundred thousand years, and it is not carved the day after tomorrow, but naturally formed in a rock.

In a night of lightning and thunder, the rock was struck by a lightning bolt, shattered, so that the stone statue was exposed, and later a witch tribe wizard got it, thought it was a sacred object, so it was enshrined as a witch god, and later found that the peak of this stone statue also became a witch god mountain.

These were all fragments that Ling Yu had seen in the memory information of this stone statue.

Outsiders don't know the value of this little stone figure, but he knows that it is definitely a priceless treasure, and he suspects that this little stone figure is the essence of the great consciousness of witchcraft.

Now that the occasion is not right, when he goes back to study, Ling Yu wrapped the little stone figure and put it in his laptop bag.

Just as the two of them had just walked through the intersection and turned into another street, a motorcycle came behind them, and two men were sitting on it, and just as they were about to pass, the man sitting in the back suddenly grabbed the computer bag on Ling Yu's shoulder.

The motorcycle didn't stop at all, and the powerful pulling force made Ling Yu's body unwillingly pull forward.

Grab a bag?

He is not an ordinary person, under the intensive training of his uncle, he already has amazing strength, he reacted instantly, took advantage of the momentum to rush forward, grabbed the arm of the man behind the motorcycle with one hand, and then threw him fiercely, knocked him off the motorcycle, and fell on the ground.

The person driving the motorcycle saw that something was wrong, and quickly slowed down to look backwards, and suddenly saw a scene that shocked him, only to see Ling Yu holding a bag in one hand, rushing up and kicking the back seat, and suddenly the motorcycle lost its balance all of a sudden, fell to the ground fiercely, and slid far away before stopping, and the driver naturally fell to his head and bled out.

Fortunately, there are few vehicles and pedestrians here, so there are no traffic accidents.

This series of changes was completed in just a few seconds, and Yao Jingya looked at the extremely powerful Ling Yu, her eyes straightened.

Yang Zichen, who had been following Ling Yu and the two in the distance, was also stunned when he saw it.

There are a few other people around him, all of whom are fierce characters.

"Tsk, this person is very good, especially the reaction is very fast, and the strength of that kick is also very strong. Looking at his movements, it should be a fighting technique in the army. ”

A man with a sturdy figure and an angular face touched his chin and said in amazement.

"Brother Biao, can you clean him up?"

Hearing this man's words, Yang Zichen asked.

"No problem, look at us!" said the man named Brother Biao with a confident expression.

Hearing Brother Biao's assurance, Yang Zichen relieved his heart, and his eyes became extremely ruthless

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