Qian Yang walked quickly to the middle-aged monk, raised his hand to salute, pointed to a yellow bead the size of a pigeon's egg in his hand and asked, "This fellow Taoist, can you lend me this thing?"

The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Qian Yang wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Qingling Sect, he did not doubt him, and quickly handed over the beads. Someone was interested in his worthless thing, and he couldn't help but look forward to it.

Qian Yang closed his eyes and carefully stroked the beads in his hand, and a long-lost familiar feeling came from his fingertips, with delicate textures, warm tentacles, and ironing people's hearts.

After a long time, Qian Yang opened his eyes and looked at the light yellow bead again, its color was like honey, and its light was like wax.

That's right, it's a nice beeswax bead.

Before the prehistoric catastrophe, the literary game craze sprung up and quickly became popular. All kinds of bracelets, Buddhist beads and other small objects from the north and south of the river emerge in endlessly. The number of cultural and entertainment enthusiasts has increased exponentially, and there is a trend of mushrooming after a rain, and the price of cultural entertainment is also rising.

Qian Yang didn't have much research on literary play, and he didn't like it. Until he came across a light yellow beeswax bracelet. At that moment, Qian Yang was deeply moved.

Beeswax is not a gemstone, but it is as beautiful as a gemstone. Its texture and glamour rival diamonds and jadeite, and its mystical power and spirituality are unmatched by other jewels.

The beeswax bracelet lingered in Qian Yang's mind. Then he spent two full months' salary to bring this bracelet to his cute girlfriend.

Fresh and bright color, warm texture, and girlfriend's white and soft skin.

Love.

Just as Qian Yang was slowly savoring the softness, the middle-aged monk's voice sounded out inopportunely: "This fellow Daoist, I don't know if this bead can still be in the eye?"

Qian Yang, whose sweet dream was interrupted, snorted angrily and swept the beads. Although there is only one, it is really not small, according to the previous life, there should be more than 20 grams. Look at the texture, it is slightly better than the bracelet that Qian Yang bought at the beginning, it should be worth 3,000 yuan? Qian Yang estimated the price in his heart.

However, this thing should be regarded as a prehistoric antique, right? Qian Yang didn't know the bottom of his heart.

Looking at the expectant eyes of the middle-aged monk. Well, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor!

"I don't know where this bead came from?" Qian Yang said.

"I picked it up in an ice cave in the northern tundra the other day. Little brother, how many spirit stones are this bead worth?"

Qian Yang looked at the monk's weather-covered face, and then at the thin little girl's expectant eyes, and slowly spoke: "This is a prehistoric antique, a very good thing, but I'm afraid I can't afford it, take it to the appraiser and take a look at it, a thousand spirit stones must be worth it." Qian Yang gave a rough estimate according to the price ratio of Yuan Datou.

The middle-aged monk showed a stunned expression for an instant, and then turned to ecstasy, holding the beads and turning to the counter.

The guy in front of the stage happened to finish communicating with the appraiser, and said, "These magic weapons and pills are a total of one hundred and forty spirit stones, plus the previous one is a total of two hundred and seventy spirit stones, okay?"

"Okay! good!" The middle-aged monk nodded, handed the bead to the guy again, pointed at Qian Yang and said, "Just now this Taoist friend said that this bead is a prehistoric antique, please ask the appraiser to take a look!"

The guy glanced at Qian Yang, took the bead and looked at it again: "Prehistoric antiques?" shook his head, turned around and handed the bead to the appraiser behind him.

The appraiser apparently heard the conversation and took the beads and studied them. After a while, he stood up and said in a loud voice: "Who said this is a prehistoric antique?"

Although he was asking who it was, his eyes were staring at Qian Yang. With that outstanding height, a fierce aura rushed straight to Qian Yang's door.

"Is this causing trouble?" Qian Yang sighed secretly.

"I've seen my predecessors, it's exactly what I'm talking about, I don't know if my predecessors can agree?" Qian Yang clenched his fists and spoke.

"Agree with a fart, if this is an antique, the old man ate him in one bite. The old appraiser blew his beard and glared.

Qian Yang blinked his signature big eyes: "I don't know why the predecessors concluded that this is not a prehistoric antique?"

Prehistoric antiques deposit countless historical and cultural heritage, and in the process of production, circulation, and play, they all condense the painstaking efforts of prehistoric humans. In the final analysis, this bead is nothing more than a fossil or something polished into a spherical shape, and it is obviously a quick product, not to mention the painstaking effort, let alone any value, where will anyone collect it? No matter how spiritual it looks, it is just a stubborn stone!"

"Have you ever seen the pulp on the beads, only items that have been played with for a long time will have pulp!" Qian Yang tried to convince the appraiser.

"Pulp, hehe! What pretended to be a prehistoric antique in these days didn't have a pulp, but it was just a small spell!"

"This ......" Qian Yang was speechless.

There were many monks in the house, and the dispute here had begun to attract onlookers, and even the shrewd little man who was soliciting customers at the door had entered the store.

The middle-aged monk was at a loss, rubbing his hands and whispering to Qian Yang, "Why don't we go and change stores and see if other appraisers are willing to buy it?"

The old appraiser snorted heavily, "Slow down and don't send it!" I want to see which appraiser will not take this broken bead as an antique!"

Just as the scene was at an impasse, the shrewd little guy walked straight to a few people and said to the appraiser with a long body: "Old Zhou, don't worry, since this Daoist brother insists that this bead is a prehistoric antique, it is also easy to do, just try it." ”

Then he turned to Qian Yang: "How many spirit stones does this Daoist brother think this bead is worth?"

Qian Yang gritted his teeth: "At least a thousand spirit stones." ”

"That's good, in the lower cultivation has just reached the bottleneck of the sixth layer of qi refining, and I am looking for a suitable prehistoric antique to break through, if this bead is really worth a thousand spirit stones, it is just right for me to break through. Why don't I open this bead, if that's the case, we will buy it at the price, how about a few of you?"

Qian Yang was surprised that this unremarkable little guy was close to the seventh layer of Qi refining, and he spoke quite magnanimously, not at all like an ordinary clerk who greeted guests at the door.

The middle-aged monk was also surprised: "Can you be the master?"

The clerk behind the counter hurriedly said: "The young proprietor of my family can be the master." ”

Not only was Qian Yang surprised, but the surrounding customers were also discussing, this young proprietor actually had a hobby of personally welcoming guests.

The appraiser surnamed Zhou said with an unwilling face: "Why bother with that effort, if this broken bead has to try, we will sit in the garbage heap every day and try everything." ”

Na Shaodong raised his hand to stop the appraiser's words, and said with a fist: "A few of you, please talk about it in the back hall." Then he motioned to Qian Lao and a few others to go to the back hall together.

Several people entered a private room in the back hall and sat down one after another. That Shaodong asked Qian Lao for beads, looked at them carefully, and said: "This bead is indeed not like a common prehistoric antique, Zhou Lao has a straightforward personality, if there is anything offended, I will apologize to you." ”

The middle-aged monk hurriedly replied, "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

Qian Yang interface: "The judgment in his professional field should be firm, and the appraiser should be like this, Qian Yang is indeed quite admiring Zhou Lao." ”

Old Zhou's face was a little better: "Most of the identification of prehistoric antiques is based on experience, and no one dares to say that it must be correct, but at least there must be a considerable degree of doubt before it is necessary to give it a try, otherwise what is the use of an appraiser." ”

Zhou Lao paused and continued: "Since Shaodong spoke today, I will give it a try, but it won't be delayed for long." ”

Shaodong smiled: "I am worried that there is no suitable breakthrough thing, these people brought this bead, it is difficult to say that it is not an opportunity, how can it be missed in vain? ”

"Then try it now?" asked Qian Yang.

"Try it now!" Shaodong said as he took out a beautiful spirit gathering disk.