"When I saw the golden shield, my mind became clear, and I quickly pounced on Boss Cui."

So, when the car was hit hard, Boss Cui picked up a life.

"Later, I found that the talisman had broken into several pieces."

Ah Biao had a little fear on his face.

If he hesitated a little, or the car was out of control, then he couldn't protect Cui Dong with the help of that talisman.

Jin Yi was incredulous, "Peace charm? ”

Ah Biao nodded, and briefly said that Meng Hao had asked Cui Dong to send a talisman and pointed out that he should not wear a Buddha card.

Jin Yi looked at him as if he had re-acquainted Meng Hao, and after a while, he said, "Mr. Meng, I didn't expect you to be a master!" Please save my big brother. ”

"Don't worry, I'll save him." Meng Hao looked at him, "But there is one condition. ”

Jin Yi asked nervously, "What are the conditions, Mr. Meng, please say." ”

"When Mr. Cui wakes up, please ask him to help me find the alchemy furnace."

Hearing this, Jin Yi, who had an enthusiastic face, instantly trembled as if he had been poured a basin of cold water.

"What? Are you scared? ”

Meng Hao stared at him closely.

Jin Yi took a deep breath and said bitterly, "Okay, I agreed to this condition, if Brother Cui doesn't help, I will give up my life and help you." ”

Meng Hao said in his heart, isn't it just an alchemy furnace? What is giving up your life to help others?

He took out a talisman from his body and handed it over and said, "This talisman is called 'Life Preservation Talisman', if Mr. Cui is not in a good condition, you can stick it on his forehead, and you can save him ten hours of life." ”

"Thank you."

Jin Yi took it and asked, "How does Mr. Meng plan to save Brother Cui?" Do you want to throw away that amulet? ”

Meng Hao shook his head, "There's no point in throwing away the Buddha card now." The amulet was full of resentment, and when he was struck, it entered his body, and in order to save him, he had to resolve this resentment first. ”

His current cultivation is a small success in the body refining realm, and he has to cultivate to a great success before he has the ability to resolve grievances.

So you have to use a magic weapon.

"You wait for me here, take care of him."

Meng Hao didn't say much, and walked out.

He needed to find the magic weapon to absorb those grievances, so that King Cui Yan could wake up.

Lotus Road.

This is the most prestigious street of antique calligraphy and painting in Jiang City.

Many people who love antique collecting will come here from time to time to see if there is a chance to pick up any mistakes.

It's just that the truth is often that they are shot in the eye.

There are many shops on both sides of Lotus Road, selling antiques.

In addition to this, there are many people setting up stalls on the streets.

Nowadays, science and technology are developed, and in many cases, more than ninety percent of the things that are placed here can be said to be fakes.

If you want to find a treasure, luck and strength are indispensable.

Meng Hao had heard of this place before, and today was the first time he came.

He looked curiously at the dazzling array of antiques, secretly discerning whether they were genuine or not.

Seeing Meng Hao's expression, many stall owners showed joy on their faces, thinking that they had met a fat sheep that could be slaughtered.

"Young man, come to me to take a look, the snuff box used by Lord Qianlong is sold cheaply."

"Handsome guy, I have here the night pot used by the Empress Dowager Cixi, I will satisfy you."

Many stall owners greeted them warmly.

Meng Hao looked at those things, shook his head with a smile and walked away.

"Not interested? Come to me, the blue and white porcelain of Emperor Chenghua of the Ming Dynasty is guaranteed to be genuine! ”

……

Seeing that they had no chance to slaughter Meng Hao's fat sheep, they were a little depressed.

In front of a small stall, a middle-aged man dressed as a migrant worker hurriedly walked over, looked around, and then took out something from a sack and said to the stall owner, "Boss, do you want to accept this?" ”

The stall owner looked at it, and the glint in his eyes flashed.

His face remained silent, "You put it on the ground and let me take a look." ”

The middle-aged man puts things on the ground.

It was a blue and white porcelain, covered in dirt.

The stall owner picked it up and looked at it, and said in disgust, "What the hell is this?" ”

The migrant worker honestly said, "It was my grandfather who hid in the ancestral hall, I just saw it yesterday, and I don't know what it is." ”

The stall owner looked at it over and over for a while and said, "That's it, 100 yuan, I'll take it." ”

The migrant worker took it and said, "That's not good, it's too little, I'll give you 1,000 yuan." ”

The stall owner endured the temptation and said, "200 yuan, you can put it down if you want." Otherwise, you can ask somewhere else. ”

The migrant worker looked at the stall owner unmoved, hesitated for a while, and said, "Forget it, 500, how about it?" ”

"No, if you want to sell it, 300, I'll try my luck with it."

The stall owner said.

"Okay, hey."

After a while, the migrant worker saw that he was unmoved, gritted his teeth, put down his things, took 300 yuan and left.

The stall owner's happy face could not be concealed, and he looked at the back of the migrant workers and scolded with disdain.

Meng Hao walked over, glanced at the things on the ground, looked at the porcelain again, and asked, "How much is this thing?" ”

"Well, it's the blue and white porcelain used by Zhu Youzhu of Ming Xiaozong, if you want it, this number."

The stall owner looked at him a few times, smiled and held out a finger.

Meng Hao said, "A thousand yuan? ”

The stall owner laughed, "What is from the Ming Dynasty, do you think you can get it for 1,000 yuan?" ”

"Don't beat around the bush, tell me how much it is."

The stall owner originally wanted to pretend to be a force, but he didn't expect people to eat this set.

Looking at him, he felt that he was stunned, so he said, "Well, if you want it, it's just a million." ”

Meng Hao turned around and left.

"Hey, hey, boss, don't go!"

The stall owner was dumbfounded and hurriedly shouted loudly.

Meng Hao walked seven or eight steps away before turning back and saying, "Give me a real price." ”

The stall owner said, "This is the ...... of Ming Xiaozong"

"Don't be verbose, quote me a real price."

The first time I met this kind of buyer, the stall owner was also okay, "100,000 yuan." ”

Meng Hao stretched out five fingers, "This price." ”

"Fifty thousand?"

"Five thousand."

"No, 50,000, the minimum."

Meng Hao looked at the thing for a while and said, "That's okay, that's the price." I'll pick another thing. ”

"Boss, you have a really good vision, things in the Ming Xiaozong period generally cost millions."

When the stall owner heard this, he was about to go crazy with laughter.

This thing was collected for 300 yuan, but it was sold for 50,000 yuan.

Meng Hao looked at the stall for a while, pointed to an inkstone and said, "That's it, how much?" ”

The inkstone was dirty, and when someone asked for it, dozens of pieces were sent away.

The stall owner smiled, "This is for you." ”

Meng Hao said, "Give me a price." ”

"Then a dollar, when I give it to you."

The boss laughed.

Meng Hao said, "Write a receipt for two things to me." ”

After the delivery, many people looked at the stall owner with envy and slaughtered a fat sheep.

They looked at Meng Hao sarcastically, thinking that this was a stunned youth.

When the migrant workers were bargaining just now, this stunned young man was close by, and he must have heard their conversation.

But he bought it at a high price.

That's not how the loser loses.

Meng Hao bought a large bottle of mineral water and poured it on porcelain.

After washing it for a while, he said, "Damn, this porcelain is at a loss." ”

When they saw it, they burst out laughing.