MTL - The Green Gourd Sword Fairy-Chapter 68 Copybook

　　 Pingfeng City is located at the foot of Pingfeng Mountain. The management of the city is lax and the laws are not strict. Therefore, many people from the Three Religions and Nine Classes gather here, and most of the cultural relics and treasures or imperial forbidden items from the wrong origin are also circulated and changed hands here.

There is a century-old shop in the west of the city. The plaque at the entrance of the shop says "Yuyuange". Although it is an antique shop famous for its jade, it has been in business for many years and has been involved in all kinds of rare and antiques. not bad.

　　 is just something like antiques, which are mostly the playthings of wealthy people. The so-called not to open for three years, and to eat for three years is exactly the current status of this industry. Therefore, the antique shop is mostly deserted throughout the year, and only the shopkeeper is the only one.

This is also true right now. The treasurer of the "Yuyuange", whose surname is Feng, is a half-hundred old man. He is snoring and snoring loudly on the counter, and he blows the goatee on his chin from time to time. high.

　　 But at this time, a person walked in from the door. The person who came was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, dressed in gray cloth and linen, walking on straw sandals, and a straw hat hung behind his back.

　　 As soon as he came in, he swept the shop, and saw that the shopkeeper was still asleep on the table, his face was embarrassed, and he reached out and knocked on the open wooden door.

　　咚咚咚!

　　 As the teenager knocked on the door continuously, the shopkeeper didn't wake up, but the snoring became louder and louder, and in the end it meant to be against the teenager.

　　The young man stopped knocking on the door and shouted inside: "The shopkeeper! It's business!"

"Huh!" The old man's grunt was raw and choked in his throat, and he almost jumped up from the chair, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and reflexively said: "I don't know the guest is coming, there is a missed welcome , Also invite the distinguished guests...Huh?"

　　 The old man was halfway through his speech, and suddenly his eyes widened and looked at the person coming. He wanted to say "please use tea in the distinguished guest", but after seeing it clearly at this moment, he realized that the other party was only a teenager, and he couldn't help but make him angry.

　　 In fact, it’s okay to be young. Many rich boys in the city especially like arty, and they are very generous in buying this antique. But the most important thing is that this young man is dressed in sackcloth and straw sandals, and the whole body is not worth a few coins, so how could he be a rich man.

　　 The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and said: "Where is the kid, go, don't play in my shop, you can't afford to break something."

　　 The boy didn't get annoyed when he heard it, instead he smiled and walked into the store leisurely with his hands on his back.

　　 "The shopkeeper's Shaoan, don't worry, in the next Liang Yan, it is indeed here to ask for treasure."

　　 "I don't care whether you are good or auspicious, I have delicate things here, don't touch it casually." The old man rolled his eyes.

　　 Liang Yan smiled and said, "You can rest assured, I just look at it with my eyes, and I will never do it." As he said that, he walked around the store, and watched the antiques in the store pretentiously.

　　 This look is half an hour.

　　 The little old man sat behind the counter, propped his head with one hand, his small eyes fixed on Liang Yan, and he showed such a contemptuous look.

"Huh, the country boy from outside the city, he doesn't know a few big Chinese characters, he clangs poorly in his pocket, and he has to learn from others' arty. Not to mention, for the sake of your knowledge, you can feast your eyes." The old man slandered in his heart.

　　 "The shopkeeper, I think this copybook is good, can you give me a price?" Liang Yan read it inside and outside the store, and suddenly pointed to a copybook in the corner.

　　 "Yuyuange" is mainly based on jade, although other aspects are covered, but it is certainly not a superb treasure. The old man glanced lazily at the corner of the wall, and said lightly: "Huang Zhen's original "Gui Yun Ting Ji", let alone a hundred taels of silver, boy, are you sure you can get it?"

　　 Liang Yan said with a noncommittal smile: "Please also ask the shopkeeper to take a look."

　　 The old man murmured for a while, but he drew back from the counter, took the copybook from the corner, returned to the counter, and opened the copybook in front of Liang Yan.

　　 Liang Yan hugged his right arm with his left hand and rubbed his chin with his right hand. He nodded and watched, and he looked alike.

　　 It’s just that his masterful demeanor didn’t last long, and he suddenly stared: "The shopkeeper, are you fooling me? You used a fake copybook to fool me."

Hearing this, the little old man immediately screamed as if he had eaten an explosive battle, "You kid really doesn't know good or bad, I think you are so poor, you have never seen the world in your life, so I am sorry to let you come in and open your eyes. . You don’t want to be grateful, but you want to slander me. It’s really outrageous! Unreasonable!”

　　 "The shopkeeper calms down and listens to the kid, who is really from this country?"

　　 "Does this need to be said?" The little old man shook his head and said, "Huang Zhennai is a member of the Yue country, and even the King of Yue has personally met him."

"At that time, Zhao and Yue were at war, and I dared to ask the shopkeeper. This Huang Zhen is not only a member of the Yue Kingdom, and is highly regarded by the Yue Kingdom. How can he use Zhao's'Xi Pen'?" Liang Yan said, pointing to the copybook. A few words at the end.

"This..." The little old man's face blushed, and Zhao Guo's calligraphy is a school of its own. The "Xibi" comes from the "eight methods of cursive characters" in Zhao's calligraphy. It can't be the brushwork Huang Zhen would use.

　　 I want to say that the little old man has been running an antique shop for decades, and his ancestors have studied this way. How can they not know whether this post is true or false. It's just that the antiques party has always pursued "eat by ability". If a customer buys fakes by himself, he can't blame others. He has often pitted the self-righteous rich boy in the city, but now he is exposed face-to-face by a poor boy, but it really prevents him from getting off the table.

　　 The little old man coughed and said: "There are too many stocks in the store, maybe I punched the eye. Well, since you are related to this copybook, you can count as ten silver."

"Twelve..." Liang Yan secretly calculated in his heart that since he entered the Yixing Pavilion, he rarely went down the mountain. The only time he accompanied Tang Diexian to go down the mountain on a mission, he really didn't have much worldly silver. . At this moment, the whole body is only a dozen or so, just enough to buy this copybook.

　　 But there is nothing in this copybook, but he will take it anyway.

　　 Liang Yan's attention has been set, only pretending to be reserved in front of the little old man for a while, and in the next second, he will agree to buy. But suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him, and then a clear voice said: "The shopkeeper, I want this copybook!"

　　 Just as soon as the voice fell, people had already arrived in front of them. Liang Yan was shocked, and he subconsciously reached out to grab the copybook. Who knew that someone came sooner than him, already grabbing the copybook with one hand, and was busy taking it into his arms.

Liang Yan grabbed a blank with one hand, and turned his head to look at ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Seeing that this "hand in hand" is actually a teenage girl, dressed in a green shirt, and tied with a green ribbon on her head. Pigtails, red mouth, white teeth, big eyes and beautiful nose, are really cute.

　　 Liang Yan's face darkened, and he coughed: "The shopkeeper, I will talk about everything first, come first, and I have already negotiated the price with you just now. You have to sell me this calligraphy and painting."

"What's negotiated? I didn't hear you say you want to buy it! Besides, even if you plan to ask for it, you haven't paid yet?" The little old man rolled his eyes and turned to the girl with a grin: "Little doll , I think you are predestined with this copybook, grandpa, how about twenty taels of silver?"

　　 This little girl is exquisitely dressed, she looks like a daughter of a big family. How good an old man is, he can see a profit at a glance. At the moment, he smiled kindly, staring at the girl with a smile, and thought it was his granddaughter who didn't know it.

"No problem!" The girl put the copybook into her arms, waved her hand very boldly, and then took a cloth bag from her waist, poured out two ingots of official silver from it, and put her tiptoe on the table, no more, no less. Twenty two.

　　 "Haha! Greedy for money!" The little old man smiled openly, and swept the silver on the table into the drawer behind the table.

　　 The girl got the copybook and was very satisfied. Without even looking at Liang Yan, she jumped out of the antique shop. Liang Yan carried his hands on his back and stared at the girl's back, showing a thoughtful look.

　　 This girl is not an ordinary mortal, but a monk of the second level of Qi training. Liang Yan knew this when she saw her.

"Low-level Qi training cultivators cannot leave the spiritual sense. I relied on the increase in the six senses of the'Hun Hun Gong' to barely perceive that there is a mystery in this copybook, but this little girl is no more than the second level of Qi training. For, how do you see the inner universe?"