"Collector's room?"

Ye Xiaofan considered whether to go.

"The ancestors of the Hong family had the habit of collecting some ancient books and remnants.

"In my generation, as I accumulated more wealth, I began to collect antiques, calligraphy and paintings, famous swords, and so on.

There are more than 200 pieces of precious ancient books, more than 100 pieces of calligraphy, painting and porcelain, and more than 100 weapons.

"It's worth more than three billion."

The corners of Hong Chenwu's mouth were slightly raised, revealing smugness.

"Although it is said that the Hong family has accumulated collections for generations, the Hong family has abandoned martial arts and engaged in business since the generation of Hong San.

"These things, in their eyes, are no different from money, and they are too bad.

"I'm going to pass this on to my apprentices."

Hong Chenwu meant something, and looked at Ye Xiaofan intentionally or unintentionally.

He investigated, Ye Xiaofan came over to help tame the green wolf mastiff king for money.

Now there are a bunch of treasures worth three billion, can this kid not be tempted?

“……”

As if he didn't understand, Ye Xiaofan replied: "Speaking of which, Hong Lao gave me the Green Wolf Mastiff King, and it can be regarded as a life-saving kindness." ”

Hong Chenwu's smile froze suddenly, and he was a little annoyed and angry, "Don't talk nonsense, send things first, kindness last, what can be offset."

"Listen to me, come in with me now."

Ye Xiaofan scratched his head.

I can only follow.

And Wangcai has sharp teeth, fluttering butterflies in the yard.

The old servant's face was full of helplessness, and he whispered to the side: "Young man, what are you hesitating about, you can not only get the Hong family's inheritance of martial arts, but also get the great wealth and treasures."

"There's nowhere to find a lantern."

He couldn't understand Ye Xiaofan.

I have never seen such a strange young man in my life.

"Uh...... How to say it, apprenticeship pays attention to fate. Twisted melons are not sweet. ”

Ye Xiaofan thought about it, but it was still more tactful.

bluntly saying that Hong Chenwu is not qualified to teach himself is too rude.

If you show your strength, the old man will probably be so embarrassed that he can't wait to burrow into the ground.

A really strong old martial artist actually wants to accept the grandmaster as an apprentice?

I'm afraid that until he enters the ground, Hong Chenwu will leave this knot in his heart.

"Fate...... the corners of the old servant's mouth twitched, and he shook his head, "strange person." ”

Hong Chenwu coughed lightly twice in front.

The old servant immediately understood that he had talked a little too much.

He quickened his pace a little and led the way ahead.

Walk through the cloister and into the deep courtyard to the innermost attic.

A quaint study room with many books.

However, the collection room is not upstairs.

Rather, in the basement.

In the middle of the study, the old man pulled back the floor, revealing a stone staircase leading to the ground.

Modern decoration and lighting, bright passages.

At the end is a modern gate.

Hong Chenwu turned his head and smiled lightly with the intention of showing off, "This was built ten years ago and cost 100 million."

"Even Hong Tian and Hong San don't know this place."

Fingerprint, password plus iris recognition, triple measures.

Ye Xiaofan's face was strange and he couldn't help muttering.

Could it be some kind of state secret institute inside, and not a collection room?

As Hong Chenwu opened the door, a cool breeze blew.

Inside, the lights are bright, the walls are white, and the high-end display cabinets of all sizes are listed.

It felt like entering the exhibition hall of a museum.

The space of more than 200 square meters is divided into several areas to store different items.

At the entrance, two white jade terracotta warriors are lined up, and then there are many porcelain, jade and calligraphy and paintings, which are either exquisite or quaint.

and twenty or thirty swords, guns, swords, and halberds, which are exquisite.

"If you have something you like, just take a look, as long as you like it, you can take it."

Hong Chenwu stood in the center of the exhibition hall, with his hands outstretched, and his momentum was heroic.

As he spoke, he also began to introduce the collection to Ye Xiaofan.

Such as the ancient famous calligraphy and painting, the most eye-catching is Tang Yin's authentic work "Pine Cliff Farewell Map", which cost more than 80 million yuan.

The weapons in those display cases are all sharp, and they are all sharp weapons for blowing hair and breaking hair.

Ye Xiaofan quietly admired these precious collections.

It's really not good, take the cheapest, two or three million yuan of blue and white porcelain.

"Of course, it's nothing out there, and you can get it if you have money."

Hong Chenwu always paid attention to Ye Xiaofan's reaction.

Although he noticed Ye Xiaofan nodding appreciatively, he also saw that he was not interested in these calligraphy and painting antiques.

So I went inside.

Deep area, not much in scope.

Six glass display cases hold numerous books, all brand new and published using modern printing techniques.

seemed to see Ye Xiaofan's doubts.

Hong Chenwu smiled slightly: "Don't think I'm fooling you."

"It's just that most of the books are worn, yellow, and some are even moldy.

"Some of them shatter even at the slightest touch.

"So the manuscript, I have another place.

"What is displayed now is no different from the original, you can rest assured.

"Even if it's these, you won't find them on the market."

Hong Chenwu casually took out a book.

"Na, look at this, "Xingyi Boxing Jingyi", a hundred years ago, Xingyi Boxing master Ma Yangren, lost to my father, and left behind the manuscript of Xingyi Boxing."

The light yellow cover is written with several gorgeous brush characters "Xingyi Fist Jingyi".

"Look at this "Eagle Claw Gong" again, the very famous foreign boxing, and the hard skills of the same name as the iron cloth shirt, only forging the body and not practicing the internal skills.

"It is said that when you practice to the peak, you can't shoot through bullets.

"Back then, the forging master who practiced eagle claw skills came to find fault and wanted to try our Hong family's thunder palm, but my grandfather beat him and vomited three mouthfuls of blood on the spot, and almost lost his life.

“……”

Hong Chenwu, who is more than 100 years old, introduces these collections as if he is showing off the medals and telling them about their legendary origins.

In fact, the significance to the ancestors of the Hong family is only the proof left by defeating the masters of each family.

"Of course, it is not recommended that you choose these, people who learn martial arts are very ghostly.

"Even the disciples have a one-and-a-half-trick.

"Not to mention that because my skills are not as good as others, I was semi-forced to take out the cheats manuscript.

"There must be some deliberate mistakes, you have to practice according to them, there will be big problems!

"To practice martial arts, you still have to find a reliable master."

Hong Chenwu almost said: There is a reliable master in front of you.

took out a few boxing books, handed them to Ye Xiaofan, and let him watch them.

Ye Xiaofan flipped through a few pages.

All of them are some meridian acupuncture points, luck tricks and the most important line figure figure moves.

Ordinary people probably can't understand it.

Ye Xiaofan's interest is lacking.

Suddenly, he noticed the display case label on the left, "Edgeworth?!" ”

The label corresponds to a thin color book inside, with the title of the book on the cover in italics: Imperial Sword Technique.

Ye Xiaofan was stunned, "This is also there?!" ”

He looked at Hong Chenwu speechlessly.

This is obviously beyond the scope of martial arts, okay!

"You don't still have Taoist spells like doppelganger spells and soul fixing spells, do you?"

Ye Xiaofan began to doubt the authenticity of these boxing books of Eagle Claw Gong.

They can't all be fools, right?

Ye Xiaofan glanced at the surrounding display cabinets.

Hong Chenwu stroked his beard and laughed.