"The ruins he found should have been a large cemetery in prehistory!" Song Yi said in surprise.

"Cemetery?" Qian Yang was startled, and all kinds of legends of searching for dragons and treasures, and making a fortune from the coffin appeared in his mind.

"Haha!" Song Yi laughed out loud: "Qian Daoyou, don't be surprised, this cemetery is not a cemetery for princes and nobles, dignitaries, but a cemetery for the poor people at the bottom." ”

"Ah, poor people?" Qian Yang was a little strange.

"Well, that's right, the prehistoric items that Lu Tian first took out look like they had been buried underground for a long time before the catastrophe. There are many kinds of items, most of which are of little value, just some simple household utensils, pottery pots, pottery bowls, hoes and pickaxes, etc., as well as many copper coins that are seriously corroded, and occasionally some slightly valuable jade and silver objects, etc., all of which are in line with the characteristics of the burial goods, so I venture to speculate that he found a poor people's tomb. ”

Seeing that Qian Yang nodded, Song Yi continued: "Since he is a poor person, the items he has are naturally of limited value, and those things that are barely counted as prehistoric antiques have not a high aura content, at most, they are enough for the monks of the foundation building period. Therefore, we aim for prehistoric antiquities that meet the characteristics of the burial goods and whose value does not exceed those used in the foundation period. And beyond this range, it is very likely that the way is not right, does Qian Daoyou understand what I mean?

"Shaodong is really extraordinary!" Song Yi's analysis really made Qian Yang admire.

"Daoyou has an overreputation, and you have to work hard to eat in order to eat!" Song Yi shook his head and continued: "Of course, although the auction is said to be a gimmick for prehistoric antiques, after all, the number of antiques is scarce, and most of the items sold are materials, magic weapons and other items, which completely rely on Zhou Lao's eyesight!"

Zhou Lao laughed: "The old man's eyesight is also limited, and he hasn't helped Shaodong earn many spirit stones for many years, so it's very ashamed to say it!"

A few people chatted a few words, and when they saw that the time was almost up, they set off for the auction site. Song Yi and Zhou Lao led the way in front, and Qian Yang covered his cloak and followed behind awkwardly. After a short time, the three of them entered a rather inconspicuous house.

This house looks ordinary, but when you walk inside, you find that the space is really not small, but the decoration is extremely simple, as if it is temporarily used to make up the numbers.

At the front of the room was a long table, behind which a middle-aged monk sat with his eyes closed. There were more than thirty round tables scattered around the room, but most of them were there. Song Yi found a table in the corner and beckoned the two to sit down.

After Qian Yang sat down, he looked around. Sure enough, as Song Yi said, many people are dressed in the same way as Qian Yangzuo, obviously not wanting people to see the way. Instead, the undisguised monks and acquaintances at other tables occasionally exchanged pleasantries, and the atmosphere in the room was quite relaxed.

"Huh?" Qian Yang was suddenly stunned. At the other table, he saw an acquaintance.

The man was already a little old, with a clear appearance and a peaceful expression, sitting there quite leisurely, it was Qi Mu's father, and beside him sat a monk wrapped in a pitch-black cloak like Qian Yang.

Qian Yang's own dress was naturally not good to go over to say hello, so he obediently sat there counting sheep, and no longer looked around to annoy people.

After a while, the middle-aged monk behind the long table coughed lightly, slowly opened his eyes and glanced around the room, and opened his mouth in a slightly sharp voice that was not commensurate with his appearance: "I haven't seen you for a month, I miss it very much!"

There was some cheering below.

"Every time a new Taoist friend arrives, I have to reintroduce myself every time. The middle-aged monk said with a smile: "In Xia Lu Tian, I won't talk about the origin, many Taoist friends know my roots better than myself. ”

A few laughs rang out, as if somewhat embarrassed.

"I'm just an ordinary monk with a slight chance, maybe a little good at some things, but I don't know anything about business, let alone the material for being an auctioneer. Now that I was forced to go to this auction table, I have to ask all Taoist friends to bear with me. ”

The monks in the audience were still very supportive, and let out a few not very clear responses, to the effect that they urged him to stop talking nonsense and start quickly.

Qian Yang encountered such an unmainstream one when he participated in the auction for the first time, and he watched it with relish on the side.

Lu Tian was as good as a stream, and sure enough, he stopped gossiping and went straight to the point: "According to convention, the opening item of each auction is a prehistoric item, and today is naturally no exception. Lu Tian said, then took out a black mirror from his waist, and then continued: "What is this, but I don't know, interested Daoists will step forward in turn to identify it!"

Lu Tian didn't tell a lie, he really wasn't the material of an auctioneer, he didn't even know what he was selling, he was definitely a wonder in the auction world.

As soon as Lu Tian's words fell, several anxious monks stepped forward and picked up the mirror to examine it carefully. Qian Yang saw that Zhou Lao was not in a hurry, so he sat in place and waited patiently.

This situation does not seem to be the first time, there is already a tacit understanding among the monks, and everyone does not take a long time to come forward to check, and after checking, they all return to their seats quietly, and then naturally other monks continue to walk in front of the stage. After most people had seen the same, Zhou Lao took a look and called Qian Yang to go to the long table to taste the mirror.

Zhou Lao carefully rubbed the mirror in his hand, and Qian Yang was itching to see it on the side. It wasn't until Zhou Lao saw that he was almost able to see it, and then handed over the mirror to Qian Yang with an expressionless face.

Qian Yang took the mirror and looked at it carefully, and sure enough, it was a bronze mirror, on which was a chic coiling dragon, holding the button in the middle of the mirror with its mouth open, and there were four wish-like auspicious clouds around it.

"Hey, what a beautiful mirror! Where do you seem to have seen it?" Qian Yang sighed in his heart, and then stroked the bronze mirror in a similar way, and gently stroked it in his hand.

Qian Yang flipped through the memories in his mind and compared them with pictures.

"This should be that thing!" Qian Yang had an answer in his heart, put down the bronze mirror and returned to his seat to sit down.

When Zhou Lao saw Qian Yang sitting down, he casually pinched the law, and a black shield appeared around several people.

"Sound insulation cover?" Qian Yang's book was really not read in vain.

Song Yi said with a smile on his face: "What does Qian Daoyou think?"

It seems that this is the school entrance examination. Qian Yang was secretly glad that he could still talk about this thing. I flipped through the information about this mirror in my mind, and the answers flowed like an open-book exam:

"Looking at the dragon pattern on the mirror, it should be the style of the prehistoric Tang Dynasty. The mirrors of the Tang Dynasty are the most beautiful, mostly made of copper and tin alloys, when they are first made, they are white like a layer of silver, and then they are either immersed in water and soaked in the earth, or after a long period of friction, gradually forming a black shell on the surface. If this mirror is genuine, it must be a black lacquer ancient dragon pattern mirror of the Tang Dynasty. But whether it's genuine or not, my eyesight is limited, and I have to ask Zhou Lao for advice!"