When he went home, he had been thinking about cultivation, and without checking, he took the bus and did the opposite, but when he arrived at the terminal, "Liulichang Antique Market has arrived, please get off." Hearing the sound of the bus arriving at the station, Wu Lai came to his senses.

"Damn, how did you get here?" Wu Lai muttered to himself depressedly. "Since you're here, let's go and see what antiques there are. For the antique market, it's still the first time I've come here, I don't know if I can find any treasures?"

Wu Lai got out of the car and saw a big archway with three big characters written on it, and he walked in. Liulichang is not a factory, but a street, antique street, east from Yanshousi Street, west to the north and south willow lane, a total length of about 750 meters, its history can be traced back to the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the glaze factory is mainly engaged in ancient books, paper stationery, calligraphy and painting art, treasures and antiques and printed stone ceramics and other cultural relics. On both sides of the street, there are more than 1,000 large and small shops on both sides, such as tablets, rubbings, antique calligraphy and paintings, seals and seals, and the four treasures of the study.

Wu Lai happily looked here and there, and it felt very fresh. He had also read books on antiques in the library, but, in the eyes of his cultivators, these antiques were not interesting, they were just a little older, but they were all ordinary products in the human world. He was just curious and amused.

So from time to time, he went to the shop on the street, picked some good-looking and fun ones and bargained with the boss, but after shopping for most of the day, he didn't buy anything in the end.

Wu Lai suddenly saw an antique shop, it was a rather magnificent antique shop, a tower-like building, and the decoration inside was simple and luxurious, elegant and quiet. I looked at the plaque, and it was called "Treasure Pavilion". With such a big breath, Wu Lai shook his head and walked in.

I saw that the clerks there were wearing all Tang costumes, and the Tang costumes were embroidered with the words "Treasure Pavilion".

The clerk in the store saw the two of them coming in, glanced at them, and turned his gaze away, and did not go up to greet them. After working as a clerk in the Treasure Pavilion for such a long time, his eyes have been trained so fiercely that he can tell at a glance who is here to buy things and who is just here to wander around. Obviously, Wu Lai, who is coming in now, belongs to the latter, and they are too lazy to spend energy on hospitality.

Wu Lai originally came to see casually, and when he entered the store, he originally wanted to pick out some exquisite antiques to watch, anyway, they were all ordinary products, so he naturally looked good and pleasing to the eye!

Wu Lai quickly understood that those antiques with aura, perhaps because they were buried underground, had a long time, and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, so they had a faint aura, and they were really valuable antiques, and those counterfeit goods, no matter how superb the level of imitation was, could not imitate that aura, and people like Wu Lai could naturally distinguish it.

Wu Lai was ecstatic: If you use this method to judge the value of antiques, maybe you can still pick up the leaks, you don't believe it, who else has more vision than yourself.

However, the current identification means not only rely on eyesight, but also rely on instruments, those large antique shops, when they encounter a good treasure, will find experts to identify, and even have special experts in charge, the chance of seeing away is very small. Moreover, this shop dares to be called "Treasure Pavilion", and the owner is definitely not an ordinary person. Wu Lai found that the antiques containing a lot of aura were quite expensive, and although he had money, it was not cost-effective to buy those things and then sell them. So he didn't find a chance to pick up the slack.

He was about to go up to the second floor, but was stopped by a clerk.

"Sorry, the second floor and above are only open to VIPs, please show your VIP card. ”

Wu Lai was disappointed and was about to leave, when he suddenly found a black bead placed in a corner of the glass counter, this black bead was the size of a child's big marble, Wu Lai used his spiritual sense to investigate, and found that his spiritual sense could not penetrate the bead, he felt very strange. His spiritual sense is extremely powerful, and those other antiques are easily penetrated, and he can even proudly say that even if the steel plate is thick, he can penetrate it lightly, but this bead is a freak, Wu Lai's spiritual sense is not only impenetrable, but also rebounded, he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, but held back.

Wu Lai approached the counter, pointed to the bead and asked, "How much is this bead?"

The clerks glanced over here, as if too lazy to answer his question.

Suddenly, Wu Lai said unhappily: "What, aren't you in business? Don't you know the price?"

At that moment, a voice came from the top of the staircase: "Little brother, this bead is a treasure." ”

Wu Lai raised his head and followed the voice, only to see an old man in his sixties who looked rather obscene, walking down the stairs and slowly walking towards him.

"What do you say?" Wu Lai asked quietly.

This bead is called the Dust Bead, which is one of the three sacred beads recorded in ancient books, and it is said that it can avoid sand and dust and produce abundant grains. According to the Book of the Old Tang Dynasty, after Wu Zetian's death, Zhongzong was martyred by the god bead of avoiding dust. Later, the whereabouts of the dust beads were unknown, and when they came to me, it cost me a lot of money to get them, and it was really not easy to remember!" the old man spoke endlessly, vividly. From his words, it can be seen that he is the owner of the Treasure Pavilion.