Chapter 1

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, a small county town in the corner of the southern country, a famous old street in the west of the city, is famous for antiques and ancient books......

After the summer solstice, the temperature rises suddenly, and this is the time to make people sleep.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, and the real customers are usually after dinner.

Occasionally, pedestrians pass by, also with a bitter face, or with their hands, or with books, or with umbrellas, to block the sun overhead, almost no one wants to do business, but there are exceptions.

An open-air stall, under a shade cloth about six meters long, is full of all kinds of ancient books, some of which are even broken, and it looks very old.

Behind the stall is a recliner, a fat man wearing sunglasses and a white vest, in his forties, leaning on it and seeming to take a nap, next to a somewhat old floor fan, occasionally making a buzzing sound, seemingly not caring whether the stall has customers at all, probably not thinking that there will be people coming to the door at this hottest time.

Coincidentally, a teenager stopped here, squatted down, and began to flip through the stall.

The young man looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old at most, his complexion is fair, the whole person looks relatively thin, with an inch head, and his facial features are a little delicate, but the whole looks weaker.

He seems to be not afraid of the scorching sun, patiently flipping through the bookstall with interest, especially interested in strange health preservation, martial arts secrets and the like, like the kind of people who are obsessed with martial arts and immortals.

"How do you sell this, boss?" The boy seemed to have made up his mind, and picked up a book with yellowed pages and a good-looking hand-copied secret book, and the cover page was written in Song script with the words "Xiaoyao Jue".

After asking a few times, the middle-aged man who seemed to be taking a nap took off his glasses, revealing a pair of squinting eyes, and after looking at Ge Xian a few times, he said casually: "A hundred yuan!" ”

"What, this broken book is so expensive?" Ge Xian couldn't help but pouted and complained.

"Broken book, you say this is a broken book? Do you know that this is a manuscript inherited from the Northern Song Dynasty Zhenzong, but the gold is expensive, I didn't sell it when others bid 10,000 yuan, and I can buy it back and use it as a family heirloom in the future. The man flickered at Ge Xian, showing a wicked face.

Ge Xian lowered his head, as if he was "persuaded", the man suddenly felt a little proud, and thought, you are such a little kid who still wants to bargain with me, and there is no door.

Soon, though, he noticed something was wrong.

Ge Xian raised his head again, flipped the cover over, pointed his finger at the three words, showed a sly smile, and asked, "Are you sure it is really a manuscript from the Zhenzong period of the Northern Song Dynasty?" ”

"That'...... That's of course, as if fake! The man said with some weakness, picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea, feeling that the young man in front of him seemed to be a little unusual.

Sure enough, Ge Xian continued: "What font are these three words? ”

"Songti Zibei ......" The man said cautiously, feeling that there seemed to be something wrong, but the font could not be changed, and the evidence was in the hands of others at this time.

Ge Xian's face changed suddenly, and Lang Lang said: "Song characters began in the Southern Song Dynasty, and officially appeared after the Ming Dynasty, and are mostly used for printing characters. Even according to the folk saying, it is also created by Qin Hui, the great traitor of the Southern Song Dynasty, and you say that this manuscript is the true handwriting of the Zhenzong period of the Northern Song Dynasty, isn't it a contradiction and self-deception? ”

The righteous and stern reprimand made the man's face change suddenly, he never expected that such a seemingly ordinary teenager would have a pair of discerning eyes. He has been "cheating" for many years, good at forging ancient books, almost no one can see the clue from the font, but today he got his shoes wet and was punctured by a teenager to break the disguise.

Although the business in the old street was light at this time, there were almost no people, but once this matter broke out, his stall would not be opened. Although there are nine out of ten deceptions on the old street, if someone is poked, there is no cheekiness to mix here.

"The young man's eyes are like torches, please tell me inside." Seeing this, the man simply beckoned Ge Xian into an inconspicuous shop behind the stall.

Ge Xian hesitated, looked at the manuscript in his hand again, and was quite reluctant, gritted his teeth and followed according to his words.

After the shop behind the stall opened, there was an unexpected coolness inside, could it be because of the air conditioning?

After Ge Xian entered, he found that there was no trace of the air conditioner, and he couldn't feel the cold wind that felt the air conditioner, but there was a trace of coolness coming out of the surroundings, which made him stop sweating all of a sudden.

"Sit down." At this time, the bookstall owner had already walked over with a pot of tea, put a white porcelain cup in front of him, and poured a cup of tea.

I saw that the tea was not hot, but also released a trace of coolness, in addition to an extraordinarily fragrant taste.

"What kind of flower tea is this?" Ge Xian couldn't help but ask, but didn't drink.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man shook his head and smiled, poured himself a cup, and then took the initiative to drink it, and said: "This is medicinal tea, it can also be called flower tea, mainly ice spirit grass, adding mint and licorice, etc., which has a miraculous effect on relieving the heat, and you can't feel the intrusion of the heat within twelve hours after drinking." ”

"It's so amazing, that Duobao and Lao Ji are not as powerful as you." Ge Xian still didn't dare to drink, he usually likes to read, and he has gained some experience, the most important of which is not to trust others, after all, this world is like rivers and lakes, and people's hearts are sinister.

The middle-aged man felt a kind of helplessness, it was the first time he had met such a cautious little guy, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was right, otherwise he would not have been able to enter his eyes.

So he knocked on the side, and although Ge Xian tried to hide himself, he still leaked some personal information.

Ge Xian, 17 years old this year, the second year of the high school of the local Dongcheng Middle School, usually likes to read ancient books, read any book, some broad but not refined, miscellaneous but not pure problems, especially like health preservation, cultivation and other ancient books.

"Uncle, this secret book ......" Ge Xian lifted the "Easy Formula" in his hand and couldn't help but ask.

The middle-aged man looked at it and said with a smile: "Xiaoge, what did you say you chose is not good, why did you choose this book, although this is not a valuable thing, but it also depends on fate, you may not be suitable, or choose another one, uncle can call the shots and give you a discount, as long as it is not too much, how about it?" ”

"No, uncle, thank you for your kindness, but I just want this one." Who knew that Ge Xian was very stubborn and refused to give up this book.

The middle-aged man looked abrupt at this time, and said with some seriousness: "Xiao Ge, I also learned a little bit of the art of observing people, judging from your face, you have a weak physique since you were a child, I am afraid that you have had a serious illness in elementary school, and you are usually humble and polite, if it is an article or something, your uncle will follow you, but this cultivation secret book is not suitable for your physique, if you rush to practice, I am afraid that your body will be harmless, uncle, this is for your good, you still give up this book." ”

"I ...... I ......" Ge Xian lowered his head aggrievedly, but then raised his head again to stare at the squinting man in front of him, at this moment this man gave him an unfathomable feeling, like a master outside the world, is he really not a liar?

It's a pity that he also knows that he is indeed weak, since he had a serious illness when he was a teenager, his physique has never improved, and he often takes leave from physical education classes, and it is difficult to concentrate on studying, resulting in poor grades and mediocrity.

However, he never wanted to give up, so he began to be a little whimsical, trying to find a way to save himself from ancient books and exercises, and to improve his physique, but this idea is so slim that it is tantamount to a fool's dream.

"Uncle will teach you one or two health formulas, you will practice every day, plus the acquired exercise, keep up with nutrition, your body will improve to a certain extent, as for this cultivation cheats, although it was made by me, but the practice is not deceiving, it is not suitable for most people to cultivate, even if it is a suitable person, it is difficult to persevere, and it is difficult to comprehend the level of qi alone......" The middle-aged man took the free luck in Ge Xian's hand and persuaded bitterly.

Who knew that Ge Xian held back his tears, and unwillingly came out: "Fart, obviously I watched it for a while, and after a little cultivation, I felt a trace of silver needle-like gas around me, isn't it like needles like rain as mentioned in the book, silver semi-transparent, skin sensitive, sharp and like flowing water......"

"What!" The middle-aged man who was about to withdraw his hand was suddenly stunned as if he had been struck by lightning, and grabbed Ge Xian's wrist, looking very out of shape.

Ge Xian struggled suddenly, but at this moment, the middle-aged man grabbed his palm like an iron hoop, and he couldn't get out at all.

"You...... Did you really sense the silver needle gas? The middle-aged man asked with a trembling body.

Ge Xian endured the pain and nodded, the middle-aged man noticed his gaffe, and quickly let go, seeing that there was a red mark on Ge Xian's wrist, and immediately felt sorry.

However, what shocked Ge Xian was that he was behind, only to see the man stretch out two fingers and point at his reddened wrist, and suddenly Ge Xian felt a much more abundant invisible qi than the silver needle gas he sensed before poured into his wrist, and then wandered around the red mark, and then flowed back along the other party's finger, and then looked at the red mark, it actually disappeared.

"Uncle, what are you ......" Ge Xian moved his wrist in surprise, and found that it didn't hurt at all, it was simply an instant blood circulation and blood stasis, which can be called a miracle doctor.

However, the middle-aged man didn't care about Lu's hand at all, but kept asking and repeatedly scrutinizing Ge Xian's feelings about reading the book just now and unintentionally cultivating for a while, and finally confirmed that it was correct, and for a while, Ge Xian felt that he even had an urge to burst into tears.

"Xiaoge, I'll sell this book to you, although I don't lack this money, but there are rules on the ancestors, you can't give it away for free, you can just give it a price." The middle-aged man said kindly.

Ge Xian hesitated for a while, and with some twist, he took out a piece of ten yuan that had been wet with sweat, and said embarrassedly: "Uncle, this is the breakfast fee I saved, and I can't take out any more." ”

"Okay, ten is ten!" The middle-aged man immediately accepted it, then took out a pen from the side, wrote a few words on the last page of the secret note, and then handed it to him.

After Ge Xian left, the man came to the back of the store, lifted a curtain, knelt down to a certain old man in a painting, and said with tears in his eyes: "Master, fortunately, my disciple Tang Ende has finally found the heir of my Xiaoyaomen. ”

The next day, Don quit his shop and stall and mysteriously disappeared from the old street, and no one knew where he had gone.