Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

"Brother Luo, don't follow me anymore, Tianjing is going to beat the Kyushu League when he wins the championship, so you are obviously jumping into the fire pit for this favor!"

"Brother Ji, don't get me wrong, we're just stopping by. By the way, are you going to Liulichang? I'm very familiar with that place!"

"Brother Luo has the heart to die. You can't add any more money... I take the liberty to ask, how much more can you add?"

"Brother Ji, has some lions opened their mouths, 30,000 taels of silver, how many arena experts can be invited in the past!"

"..."

Following this conversation, Ji Yuan finally arrived at Changshunfang.

Just at this time, Jinwu did not have the last ray of light, and the sky darkened.

Row upon row of restaurants, hook rails, and shops, lanterns are hung high, and the lights are lit, revealing a prosperous atmosphere.

Tianjin, as the first good place, the center of Jingchao, naturally will not close its doors at night.

Before the curfew began, the streets were full of activity.

The shouting and hawking of hawkers and the aroma of food and oil from stalls quickly emerged in various markets.

"Brother Ji, do you particularly like antiques?

My home is quite big, and I have a lot of calligraphy, paintings and jades in my collection. I can visit it next time when I have time. "

Luo Yuzhen smiled eagerly and said straightforwardly:

"But it's getting too late now, and the old brands like Yun Shuteng and Kaoyiju are probably all closed, so they won't be able to find anything good.

The real connoisseurs come here during the day, because the lights are dim at night, it is often easy to misunderstand, and it is difficult to play serious things. "

The third young master of Tongbao Bank is worthy of being the second-generation richest man in Tianjing.

Every time I talk about eating, drinking, and having fun, I am full of confidence and have something to say.

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked back:

"Is there a possibility that I just want to buy the kind of antiques that are not serious?"

Luo Yuzhen frowned and said hesitantly:

"Brother Ji, do you like to collect tomb burial objects? Underworld artifacts?"

Ji Yuan smiled lightly and did not reply.

The last time he visited Liulichang, he found a characteristic.

It is not that the more valuable the antique, the more likely it is that the power of Dao Yun remains.

Like Shen Haishi, his achievements in painting are not high.

He specializes in painting mountain and wild spirits, strange and evil spirits, so he got the nickname "Ghost Immortal".

He sounds famous, but his three most well-known paintings are sold for five or six hundred taels of silver.

But that volume "Bone Bodhisattva Bliss Evening Banquet", there are 150 white Dao aggregates left.

On the contrary, it is the famous master of the world, the holy hand of the previous dynasty,

Whether their paintings are genuine or fake, the Dao Yun aura is relatively weak.

The reason, Ji Yuan thinks, still falls on Shen Haishi himself.

"Brother Ji, that...the grave goods, especially the underworld artifacts, are prohibited from buying and selling, even if they are kept privately at home, it would be considered a violation of Jing's law!"

Luo Yuzhen reminded kindly.

"Brother Luo, do you see this robe?

Beizhen Fusidiqi went to the Temple of the City God alone to investigate whether there was a problem with the circulation of illegal goods in the antique market.

Besides, as long as you don't take it out, who knows that your home is hidden? "

Ji Yuan shook the cloud eagle robe, Luo Yuzhen was speechless.

Could this be what the eldest brother and the second brother often say, flexibly abide by the bottom line of the law?

The two of them strode across the street where the stalls were closed, turned around, and came to the Temple of the City God.

Liulichang is divided into three parts, each with different local snakes.

There is a temple on the other side of West Street, which is dedicated to the Lord of the City God.

The sage fixed the world, and once broke down mountains and temples, and destroyed prostitution.

The following aims are to build Chenghuang Temple in various prefectures, counties and counties, and to confer nobility on it, divided into four categories: king, prince, marquis, and uncle.

Every year, the local court officials must personally preside over the sacrifices.

Therefore, as long as it is the City God Temple, the incense has always been quite strong.

But at night, no one will come to ask God to worship Buddha.

Luo and Zhensheng were afraid of getting lost, so they quickened their pace and said nervously:

"I don't come to the Chenghuang Temple very often.

West Street is mostly pawnshops, and the way things come from is not very clean, and it is easy to create new branches. Brother Ji, you have to pay attention. "

The further inward Liulichang went, the darker the sky.

There was no one around, only a family of belongings were spread out.

Oddly, some of their door panels are black and others are red.

It seems to represent different meanings.

"Brother Luo, do you know what it means?"

Ji Yuan asked curiously.

He remembered that the owner of the tea stall once told him not to enter the red shop, but to enter the black shop.

"My second brother said that Hongpuzi is a collection of jewelry and jade, most of which are looted by Qiangliang Xiangma and Jiangyang robbers, and they are eager to take action.

Therefore, the master who dares to open a red door pawnshop is not afraid of trouble, and his ideas are very hard. "

Luo Yuzhen was trembling and explained carefully:

"The things that the black shop collects are forbidden items whose origins are unknown and the imperial court is not allowed to openly buy and sell them.

Those people from the four gates who rob tombs and dig graves most often enter here.

Brother Ji, if you want to buy things from the tomb, you have to go this way. "

No wonder the street is so deserted.

The customers of this pawnshop are either big bandits or bandits, or they are fighting for money, and there is no serious person.

Ji Yuan's eyes flashed, and he asked again:

"Do you have a reliable way? You have come, you must see it."

Luo Yuzhen looked back and looked at the way they came from, a thick fog filled the gloomy atmosphere, helplessly said:

"My second brother said that the pawnshops on Chenghuangmiao Street, whether they are red or black, are all presided over by the Buddha.

The nineteenth black shop on the street is called Huaiyinzhai, and it is an old brand under his name, so there should be no problem.

But... Brother Ji, is it really appropriate for you to wear Beizhen Fusi's Tiqi robe? "

Ji Yuan held down his waist knife, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"I heard that the commander Song of Nanzhen Fusi always comes here, what is a little tidy?

What dignitaries have not received? Presumably not to see me and turn away. "

Seeing Ji Jiulang so interested, Luo Yuzhen had to accompany him.

Whether his good sister's marriage can be ruined depends on whether the other party is willing to help.

"Brother Ji, there are precious and cheap ghosts, do you have enough money?"

Luo Yuzhen was about to stick the big characters "I want money" on their foreheads.

"I'll just take a look, and I may not be able to see anything I like."

Ji Yuan didn't answer, it was no big deal to step on Yang Xiu.

But the final exam of the martial arts competition, the Kyushu Lei, is indeed not easy to come to power.

Jiang Chong Xungui was not a vegetarian, so he was willing to let a Liaodong mud leg steal the limelight.

In just a moment, Ji Yuan found the nineteenth shop.

The door panels on both sides were smeared with ink, dark and gloomy.

There are three big characters "Huaiyinzhai" on the plaque on the head.

An oil lamp was lit inside, and the light was rather dim.

For ordinary people, I really dare not go in.

Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes, his cold and stern eyes condensed into a line, stepped up the steps, and crossed the threshold.

Behind the half-person-height wooden counter, a middle-aged man wearing a melon rind hat buried his head in the ledger.

Feeling the wind swirl, he shook the oil lamp. He hurriedly looked up, his eyes narrowed, and he asked:

"Is the official being a thing, or watching something? Or investigating a case?"

Ji Yuan swept around, with a smile on his face, said lightly:

"Are you the shopkeeper? I want to collect some vintage items from the soil."

The man in the melon hat nodded and said respectfully:

"Little Zhang Dong. Dare to ask what the official's name is?"

Ji Yuan raised his arm and leaned against the counter, reporting to his home:

"Ji Jiulang, Fusi of Beizhen. Don't worry, I won't investigate the case of tomb robbery. I want to find some good things today."

Hearing Ji Yuan's words, the man in the melon hat breathed a sigh of relief, smiled a little more, and said:

"It turned out to be Ji Jiuye, then let's invite you inside."

Regardless of his age, he called Ji Yuan, who was no more than fifteen years old, "Master".

But it doesn't seem embarrassing, it's extremely natural, and it's no wonder that he can become a shopkeeper.

Seeing the man in the melon hat walk out of the counter, holding the oil lamp, he raised the thick curtain to cut off the line of sight, and turned around and asked:

"I don't know if Jiuye likes small objects such as jades, bottles, and stoves, or whether he likes large objects such as bells, cauldrons, and coffins?"

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