Great Medicine Without Borders

Hua Zhuyue reached out to grab his arm, but after raising it, she realized something was wrong, so she slowly put it down and looked at a place not far away and said, "She's here."

Xu Chunliang followed her gaze and saw Mo Han coming over from the dock. She was accompanied by a middle-aged man in black clothes and sunglasses, who looked extremely indifferent.

Xu Chunliang whispered, "Who is this guy?"

Hua Zhuyue shook her head. She had never seen him before, so she whispered, "What? Are you jealous?"

Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "Why should I be jealous?"

Hua Zhuyue said, "Maybe he is just like you, an expert who was invited to help identify cultural relics."

Xu Chunliang's eyes were fixed on the back of Mo Han, because he saw a familiar figure behind Mo Han. That person turned out to be Xue Renzhong, who should have come with Mo Han.

The reason why Xue Renzhong could help Mo Han was definitely not money. Xue Renzhong had just lost his beloved son and was suffering from a long-term illness. He had previously regarded Xu Chunliang as his only hope to save him.

Xu Chunliang thought to himself that there were only two things that could move Xue Renzhong now. One was revenge for his beloved son, and the other was to cure his netherworld cold poison. When he met Mo Han this time, he felt that she was obviously different from when she was in Nanjiang. She was full of confidence and high spirits. Could it be that she had found a way to restrain her obsession? Or had she been pretending from the beginning and successfully deceived him?

Xu Chunliang thought the latter was unlikely. Mo Han was very likely to have found a way to alleviate it, but this method could only treat the symptoms and not the root cause.

Xu Chunliang's attention was more focused on the man in black. As the man in black approached, he tried his best to sense the other's breath. To Xu Chunliang's surprise, he did not feel the other's breathing and heartbeat. This was simply impossible. As long as he was alive, he could not escape his feeling.

When the man in black passed by Xu Chunliang, his footsteps paused, but he did not look back and still chose to continue walking forward.

Hua Zhuyue gently touched him with her elbow, and Xu Chunliang came back to his senses. Mo Han and others had already passed by him.

After the few people walked away, Xu Chunliang whispered to Hua Zhuyue: "The man in black is a master."

Hua Zhuyue heard Xu Chunliang speak so seriously, and immediately put away the idea of ​​teasing, and whispered: "That person makes me feel very uncomfortable, like a... dead person!" She thought about it before she finished speaking. Dead and lifeless is her feeling.

Xu Chunliang nodded. Even Hua Zhuyue felt that it should not be wrong. The other party used this method to block the outside world's perception of himself. Xu Chunliang even thought that the man in black might have noticed his difference. Everyone has a different aura. Different genders and ages have different auras in the outside world.

People who enter the innate realm show a breath more like a newborn baby. Xu Chunliang did not make any special cover-up, because he had never thought that there were people in the world who could reach his current realm.

Xu Chunliang stopped in front of a stall that sold antique weapons. He picked out a sword, which he didn't need. He bought it for Hua Zhuyue's self-defense. After weighing it for a few times, he slowly pulled the sword out of the sheath. A ball of light bloomed out, as graceful and clear as a lotus emerging from the water. The carvings on the hilt flashed a deep light like the movement of stars. The sword body and the sunlight were integrated, just like the moonlight flowing through a pond calmly and slowly. It was indeed a good sword.

The stall owner grinned and said, "One million."

Xu Chunliang couldn't help laughing: "You are really willing to ask for it."

"Uncle, please look carefully, this is the magic sword made by the sword-making master Ou Yezi. Please look carefully at the words on it."

Xu Chunliang said, "I recognize the words, isn't it Chunjun?"

A voice came from the side and said, "Since you recognize it as Chunjun, you should know that this sword is the only one made by heaven and man. In order to forge this sword, the Chijin Mountain was broken for thousands of years to produce tin, and the Ruoye River dried up for thousands of years to produce copper. When the sword was forged, thunder The man forges iron, the rain girl pours water, the dragon holds the furnace, and the emperor of heaven loads charcoal. Sword-making master Ou Yezi, under the order of heaven, worked hard with the gods to forge this sword for ten years. After the sword was completed, the gods returned to heaven, Chijin Mountain closed as before, the waves of Ruoye River rose again, and Ou Yezi died of exhaustion. This sword has become a masterpiece. "

Xu Chunliang looked in the direction of the voice, but the person who spoke was an old acquaintance he had not seen for a long time, Shi Taiping, a master of theft in Jeju. He had to hide from place to place because he hooked up with Zhou Yiwu's wife. Unexpectedly, he also appeared at the ghost market tonight.

Xu Chunliang recognized Shi Taiping, but Shi Taiping didn't recognize Xu Chunliang after his disguise. He said to the stall owner, "Sell it to me for 500,000."

The stall owner shook his head and said, "You know this sword is so precious, but you still offer me such a low price. My bottom line is 800,000. If it's lower than this number, don't even think about taking it away."

Xu Chunliang laughed. He saw that Shi Taiping was a shill as soon as he appeared. He was probably also a shareholder of this stall.

Ou Yezi's Chunjun sword was only sold for 800,000? If it was the real thing, I'm afraid someone would be willing to buy it for 8 billion.

Xu Chunliang said, "8,000, you can sell it if you want."

The stall owner said angrily, "Are you insulting me?" He stared at Xu Chunliang with a fierce look, as if he was going to fight him.

Xu Chunliang shook his wrist, and the sharp sword in his hand made a buzzing sound. The sword body was bent like a spirit snake, and it stood straight in an instant with its own toughness. This shocked Shi Taiping and the others.

Xu Chunliang said calmly: "The sword is a good sword. It's not more than ten years old. The steel mouth is good. It's good for cutting people."

The stall owner said: "If you don't want to buy it, just put it down."

Xu Chunliang handed the tip of his sword towards the stall owner: "Eight hundred!"

The stall owner wanted to refute, but he felt a biting cold air coming from the sword's edge, as if there was an invisible blade approaching his throat. This feeling made him feel an unspeakable fear from the bottom of his heart. He didn't dare to refute and said tremblingly: "Okay..."

Shi Taiping looked at the stall owner in astonishment and almost stopped yelling. Could this guy be stupid? Eight hundred is not even enough to cover the cost of counterfeiting.

Xu Chunliang took out a thousand yuan and threw it on the stall: "The extra two hundred yuan will treat you two to tea."

Xu Chunliang returned his sword and sheathed it, and he and Hua Zhuyue walked towards the auction site. When he recovered, Shi Taiping chased them. Shi Taiping shouted: "I told you two, stay back, stay back."

Xu Chunliang turned to look at him and said, "Do you have anything else?"

Shi Taiping grinned and said: "We are all brothers in the world. I also like this sword very much. How about this, if I pay five hundred more, you can give me the sword." In fact, the antique stall just now belonged to him. , thinking about whether it was real or fake, and buying something. His psychological price for this sword was 20,000 yuan. If someone took away 1,000 yuan, he would definitely suffer a big loss.

Hua Zhuyue said: "You don't understand the rules of the ghost market? Believe it or not, I will chop you down!" She made a gesture to draw out the sword.

Xu Chunliang grabbed her wrist and said with a smile: "If you really want to take it, you can, two million."

Shi Taiping was stunned, how could this guy be darker than himself? He swallowed his saliva, nodded bitterly and said: "It's a long way to go, we'll meet again when we have the chance."

Hua Zhuyue looked at Shi Taiping's hastily leaving figure and couldn't help but laugh: "It seems he is still going to cause trouble for you."

Xu Chunliang said: "I didn't expect that there are fine products among fakes. This sword should be worth ten thousand yuan."

Hua Zhuyue said angrily: "You actually want to resell the things you gave me to others, let alone two million, I won't sell them even for two hundred million."

Looking at her cute and charming look, if it were not for the ghost market, Xu Chunliang would most likely be honest with her and send 500 million to her.

Entering the auction site requires a second capital verification, and everyone must prove that they have brought enough money.

The two million cash that Hua Zhui brought monthly was not a large number among the guests attending the auction tonight. Chen Qianfan and Pu Jian brought four boxes of money, totaling six million. In addition, they also brought some precious cultural relics.

Although Chen Qianfan is Xue Renzhong's godson, the two of them pretended not to know each other when they met face to face. This is also the consensus of the ghost market. No matter what your relationship was in the past, as long as you are not here together, you will be treated as strangers. This will save you the trouble. Everyone exchanged greetings and greetings.

Xu Chunliang and Hua Zhuyue were led by someone to sit down at their seats. Not far from them was the One-Eyed King Zhao Tiehan.

The auction site was also temporarily arranged. A circle of trees outside was wrapped with plastic wrap to form a space isolated from the outside world. The texture of the plastic wrap is transparent, and the outside can see the conditions inside and hear the sounds inside. There is another biggest advantage. It is able to block the wind. The wind on the island is very strong at night.

At one o'clock in the morning, the auction started on time. The person in charge of the auction was an old man wearing a Tang suit. His name was Liang Shangjun. He was also a big shot in literary and entertainment. He was even higher than Xue Renzhong in terms of seniority.

As usual, the organizer of the ghost market usually comes out to say a few words before the auction, but today Jiang Yucheng did not show up, instead entrusting Liang Shangjun to act as the sole agent.

Liang Shangjun smiled and said: "Tonight's auction is hosted by the old man. Everyone should know the rules. I'll make a long story short. We are auctioning three treasures on your behalf. It all depends on your ability to distinguish the authenticity. If you have real skills, you can find a treasure trove of gold and silver. , I’m happy for you. If you happen to get punched in the eye, we won’t take responsibility. You only have to blame yourself for not being good at learning.”

Zhao Tiehan said in the audience: "Old man, let's start quickly. Everyone knows the rules."

Liang Shangjun chuckled and said: "Master, don't be impatient. I'd better make it clear first. You pay for the treasure and deliver it. If you regret it, I'm sorry, but you have to keep the deposit. Let's continue tonight." Shoot, if the price is higher than your bid, you can just walk away, but if the price is lower, you will have to make up for it by how much it is lower, otherwise you will have trouble with Mr. Jiang and all the friends present. "