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The shopkeeper and Bai Xiaosheng set off from Songmen City, except for this carriage, they can be said to be empty-handed, but they have also accumulated a lot of inventory along the way, and the source of these stocks is the weapon blade in addition to the pills made of various medicinal effects from a batch of herbs that Bai Xiaosheng got through Guo Xiaodao's hometown.

In the backyard of Yuexuanfang, Bai Mao'er is spreading out his limbs into a shape similar to the word "soil" basking in the sun, as if he has liked this newly opened posture since he was fed thyme puree by the shopkeeper last time and fell to the ground after getting drunk.

The backyard of Yuexuanfang was big enough, and the shopkeeper's carriage was parked in the middle, and a group of people watched the shopkeeper keep knocking on the carriage with a puzzled face.

Mo Xiaoxiao finally couldn't help it: "What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for a mechanism. The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I haven't used this carriage for some years, and I have forgotten the location of some organs. ”

Bai Xiaosheng was stunned when he heard this: "Wasn't this carriage sent by the city lord of Songmen City?"

"How can you. The shopkeeper was happy when he heard this: "Even if that poor little old man sells himself, he can't make up a cart of my carriage." ”

This sentence shocked the others for a moment, and Mo Xiaoxiao didn't believe it: "You blow it, what you said is like the truth." ”

"No, what he said may be true. Hearing this, Ning Shisan stepped forward and looked at the shape of the carriage carefully, and touched the carriage for a while, Guo Xiaodao even saw this kid lick the outer wall of the carriage with his tongue and poke Bai Xiaosheng: "Look at it, if you don't stop me from fishing this kid out of the water earlier, it won't get into the water."

After some tossing, Ning Shisan's face showed a look of surprise, and then he grabbed the shopkeeper: "Hey, where did you get this carriage from?"

The shopkeeper was inexplicable: "I customized it." ”

The shopkeeper said with a nostalgic look on his face, in order to let the dead-eyed Tianwen Zen monk help him get a carriage, but a lot of saliva of the shopkeeper was wasted, and some parts were still picked from the woodman alley.

"Where did you customize?"

"Don't think about it, there's no work in that place anymore. ”

Although Ning Shisan looked unwilling, he still expressed his understanding: "I understand that some ancient families have many rules, but if you want to take this carriage to auction, I will not agree." ”

The shopkeeper looked inexplicable: "Who told you that I was going to sell the carriage?

Ning Shisan breathed a sigh of relief: "You don't sell it." ”

Everyone was puzzled when they saw Ning Shisan's appearance: "What's the matter, you are full of gold and jade and still have rules for not selling vehicles?"

Ning Shisan couldn't cry or laugh: "Where is it, I'm worried about attracting the rest of my family, and thanks to you not being distressed, this kind of baby can bear to drive all over the world." ”

"This carriage is valuable?"

"It's more than just worth a lot. Ning Shisan's face was strange: "I suspect that this carriage is an antique." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was confused.

"Antiques, do you mean the kind of glass porcelain vase that turns gray when you touch it?" Mo Xiaoxiao's brain couldn't turn around: "I think this carriage is quite strong." ”

In Mo Xiaoxiao's cognition, the so-called antiques are the kind of bottles and cans that have been dug out from unknown kilns or caves and don't know what age, Mo Xiaoxiao had a cousin before who accidentally knew that the Gu pot he had raised for three years was an antique, and he sold it for seven thousand taels of silver, and he was exchanged for silver Lying on the hill made the silver pile of silver, the paralyzed smile made Mo Xiaoxiao remember it vividly - that cousin was known for his cold face and ruthlessness in the Mo family before.

"This wagon is worth a lot more than those bottles and cans. Ning 13 looked at the shopkeeper who was banging around the carriage: "This carriage looks at the color of the wood, roughly calculated that it should be something before the ink soil era, and the seams of the carriage don't look like new workers, but some of them look like some ancient crafts." ”

Ning Shisan grew up under the cultivation of the Ning family since he was a child, and even if he didn't deliberately learn to hear and see, he also mastered a lot of knowledge to distinguish treasures: "This is something from the ink soil era." ”

"Is this thing big?" said the knife, "I thought this was some kind of dart cart." ”

Ning Shisan shook his head: "The dart carriage is not as strong as this carriage, I dare to say that even if the siege crossbow is fired at this carriage, it may not be able to damage this carriage." ”

"Are you talking about a carriage, not a fortress?" Guo Xiaodao was dumbfounded: "This is made of wood." ”

"It can't be helped, anything from the ink age is a mystery. Ning 13 shrugged: "A lot of incredible craftsmanship and techniques have now been lost, but the miracles created have been left to this day, the wooden alley of Tianwen Zen Buddhism, and the coiling array of centrifugal islands are all left over from the Moyang era, and the source of the mechanism is no longer exquisite, so that future generations can not maintain it, but until now those old antiques are still powerful, which is why so many people are fascinated by the heritage of the Moyang era." ”

That's right, the legacy, in the eyes of everyone, the remnants of the Molo era are the rich heritage left by the predecessors to the descendants, and some of the antiques of the Molo era can even find clues of the treasures of the Molo era - there are not a few Jianghu forces that were wiped out in those years, and the remnants of those Jianghu forces are nowhere to be found, and some people say that those legacy products are hidden in an unknown place by those Jianghu forces that have been wiped out, and there has been a wave of treasure hunting.

"I know that. The shopkeeper continued to pat on the carriage without raising his head: "Back then, many Jianghu forces liked to play this set, and they all liked to hide their treasures in the basement somewhere, and then burned the map to the vase porcelain or simply burned it to the blade inscription, as a family heirloom from generation to generation, and even set a secret death rule, each generation had to throw an astronomical amount into the small treasury to show respect for the ancestors, but my carriage really has no secrets, just be sturdy, and there are more things that can be put in it, eh, I found it!" ”

The shopkeeper's face was happy, and he knocked hard on an inconspicuous place behind the butt of the carriage, and with a "click", a small opening opened in the back of the carriage, and the shopkeeper reached in and felt a strangely shaped blade: "Well, that's it." ”

This blade is about the same size as a regular ghost head knife, it looks like a sword, but the ordinary sword is not so long, the sword body is only the thickness of three copper plates stacked together, the hilt of the sword is indeed a trapezoidal with an obtuse angle, the shape is just right in the left hand, and the hilt is printed with a nine-headed bird singing in the sky.

Seeing this sword, Guo Xiaodao was dumbfounded: "I think this sword is a little familiar." ”

The shopkeeper smiled: "It's familiar, this is what you used to deceive people in Songmen City at that time, it's a good manual work, although it is a little unreasonable, but what is the thing in the ink era, where is the reason?"

"Can this thing go up for auction?"

"I can't just make up an explanation. The shopkeeper smiled: "I'm a serious businessman." ”

(End of chapter)

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