Chapter 937

As soon as Li Nanfang copied it with his right hand, he grasped it.

Heavy very drop hand, it is the iron card that is taken away by Yang Xiao.

Tiepai is about the size of Ham's son's palm, oval and about one centimeter thick.

The edges and corners of the iron plate are arc-shaped to prevent the hand from being cut.

At the moment of starting, if it wasn't for the wrong weight, Li Nanfang suspected that he had taken a piece of black jade.

Only when jade is used, can it give people a mellow hand.

Based on this, Li Nanfang can conclude that the material of iron brand is not made of ordinary iron.

According to the hand feeling of Tiepai, it should be fast xuantie.

The so-called black iron is actually a meteorite falling from the sky. It is quite dense, so it is heavy.

But the black iron is basically cold.

It's just like the ghost spear that Xie Laosi passed on to Li Nanfang. It's made of ten thousand year old black iron under the sea. It's extremely dense and invincible. Even in the hot summer, it's cold.

But this iron plate should be black iron, but it can give people the obvious feeling of Wenyu.

That's strange.

Li Nanfang has never heard of a piece of black iron with the characteristics of Wenyu.

However, it is also normal for nature to have such an unnatural characteristic, especially for these strangers from other places.

It's really unnecessary. In order to find out what kind of material it is, we have to think hard.

In his professional habit of appreciating antiques, Li Nanfang first determined the material, which he could not understand, before he began to see what was on the iron plate.

There is a picture on one side.

On one side are words.

According to the rule of the antique industry, the painted side is the front.

First look at the opposite, but also the real appreciation of everyone to do.

Li Nanfang is just reading.

There is only one small seal character "Ren" on the reverse side of the iron plate.

Well, the character as like as two peas in simplified Chinese characters is exactly the same.

Even those who no longer appreciate the ability can recognize the word.

The character is engraved in the sun.

That is, the font protrudes a few millimeters from the iron plate. Every mahjong master can feel the word with his eyes closed.

The word "human" is really not worth studying.

By the dawn of the eastern sky, Li Nanfang looked at the front of the iron plate.

At one glance, the tip of his brow suddenly moved.

Immediately, hiding behind the grass curtain, Yang Xiao asked, "what do you see?"

"Nothing."

Li Nanfang casually perfunctory sentence, slightly narrowed his eyes.

"Ha ha, look first. After reading it, you'd better not perfunctory me. Otherwise, guess for yourself. "

Li Nanfang is disgusted with Yang Xiao's insistent threat.

But there's no way.

There are two women and a child in his hand. Besides being obedient and being a cowardly rat, what else can Li Nanfang do?

Only do what he says.

The front of the iron plate, opposite to the back, is engraved in shadow.

The depth of Yin engraving should be as high as that of Yang engraving.

It's like using a hydraulic press to smash a picture on the front and protrude personal characters on the back.

The reason why this painting shocked the body of Li Nanfang tiger was that he knew the man who engraved it.

This is a woman.

Ancient Chinese maid.

The maid carried a small flower hoe in her left hand and a flower basket in her right hand. She looked straight ahead with her head raised 45 degrees.

Not far in front of her was a three legged bronze cauldron style censer.

There are three sticks of incense in the censer.

Around the censer, there are some seemingly messy patterns carved, just like small snakes crawling.

Li Nanfang is sure that if he stares at those patterns, it won't take long for him to feel sick, vomit and heart beating.

Because of this ancient maid on the iron plate, he had seen her as early as last year in grey valley of Myanmar.

It's the same everywhere except for the wrong size.

Li Nanfang was sure that if the son of a bitch who had stolen his "heirloom" could send the scroll, and compare it with the maid on the iron plate, he would find that even the lines on the incense burner would not be different.

It's no big deal to compare the real objects and draw them on a scroll with a pen. As long as you are patient enough, you can copy them exactly the same.

The great thing is as like as two peas in the size of a baby, the picture carved on it is exactly the same as that on the scroll.

Is the iron plate copying the scroll, or does the scroll copy the iron plate?

Or is it that the person who portrayed the painting, compared with the real object, respectively copied on the scroll and the iron plate?

Either way, it's quite surprising.

Li Nanfang picked up the iron card, put it in his mouth and tried to bite it with his teeth.

When you take it out again, there is no bite mark.

Boss Li's biting force is very strong, almost biting Yang Xiao's butt, isn't it?

"Is this black iron?"

Yang Xiao's disgusting voice came out from behind the grass curtain.

Maybe he had been practicing all night, afraid and bitten, physically and mentally tired, hoarse and sharp - in a word, a little ugly.

you deserves it.

It's better to have an inflamed throat and a high fever.

Li Nanfang had just finished scolding in his heart, but he was depressed again.

From Yang Xiao's success in giving ham a natural birth, we can see that his medical skills are quite excellent.

Although the traditional Chinese medicine industry has always spread the saying that "doctors can't treat themselves", few experts of traditional Chinese medicine died of throat inflammation.

"It should be black iron."

Li Nanfang weighed the iron card with his hand and said hesitantly, "but it's not ordinary black iron. It seems that it comes from Mars. After thousands of years, we can still feel the temperature on that planet."

"It's serious, as if you're sure it's from Mars."

"Please tell me, Yang Ren and great Xia, what's the material of this iron plate?"

"I don't know."

"The way you answer" I don't know "reminds me of an ignorant child."

"Does your skin itch?"

"No

"Have you seen this woman elsewhere?"

Yang Xiao disdained to quarrel with Li Nanfang again, and soon changed the topic.

Without waiting for Li Nanfang to speak, he added: "if you lie to a woman, your son will have bad luck."

"What kind of hero is it to threaten me with women and children?"

"I'm not a hero, I'm a murderer."

"You know yourself well. Well. Well, I'll tell you where I met this maid. "

Li Nanfang sighed, sat on the stone beside the thatched cottage, looked to the East, and began to tell the story of the scroll.

I don't know if I can return home alive in my life. Besides, the scroll has been stolen again, so there is no need for Li Nanfang to hide anything.

One says one.

It's rare that after he was exiled on a desert island, he didn't mix his "personal understanding" with Yang Xiao for the first time.

It's lying.

For example, when he was in the woods, with the mottled sunlight from the top of the tree and shaking the scroll, he felt that the "little snakes" on the censer were alive, and then he had a strong retching and a terrible feeling of heart beating. All these things were told exactly.

But he didn't tell Yang Xiao that the iron maid looked like a man.

Yue Zitong's mother, Yang Tiantian, who makes long Dashao's heart beat.

Some of them are like the female corpse lying in the coffin under the manger.

Is the woman in the dream really my mother?

When Li Nanfang thought of it, he wandered out of the sky and looked at the rising sun with blank eyes.

Stop talking.

Yang Xiao didn't urge him any more, so he stayed with him in a daze.

"Wow

When the baby's cry was blown from the coconut forest by the south wind, Li Nanfang suddenly stirred up and woke up from the loss.

"You don't know who stole that painting?"

Yang Xiao's voice, more and more difficult to hear, just like deliberately pinching his voice.

Li Nanfang doesn't care.

Even if Yang Xiao's voice is as good as that of Oriole Birds, will it be useful to him?

"If you let me know who stole my heirloom, I'll kill his family."

Li Nanfang said maliciously, stood up and left.

"Give me the iron card back."

"A broken brand --"

"Don't let me say it again."

"What else can you do besides fighting hard?"

Li Nanfang turned his mouth and forced the iron plate to the grass curtain.

The high-speed rotating iron plate, like a flying knife, easily pierces the grass curtain.

He didn't hear Yang Xiao's scream after he cut his hand when he caught the iron plate, which disappointed Li Nanfang.

Also some curious: "why do you want this brand?"

Yang Xiao said lightly: "because it is mine."

"What?"

Li Nanfang was a little surprised: "is the iron card yours? Hold a grass, your big talk is too bad, isn't it? It's someone else -- "

Yang Xiao interrupted him again: "I said it's mine, it's mine. Do you have any comments? "

"Yes, No."

For the sake of not being his opponent, Li Nanfang had to swallow his anger and then casually said, "fortunately, you didn't say that the scroll I lost was also yours."

"You're right. That scroll is mine, too."

After listening to what Yang Xiao said, Li Nanfang almost jumped up in anger.

But when Yang Xiao said it, he was so angry that he didn't want to jump: "you lost my scroll, so if you can escape from this ghost place, you have to find it for me. Otherwise, I'll make you look good. "

Being bullied to this point, Li Nanfang dare not even fart. It's indescribable.

Only with a long sigh: "alas. Tell me, what else is yours? I'll pack it for you later. "

"I'll let you know then."

"Dementia."

Finally, after scolding, Li Nanfang got up and left: "fortunately, you didn't say that, I'm also yours."

"Li Nanfang, you are very smart today."

"What do you mean by Mao?"

Suddenly aware of something wrong, Li Nanfang stops and turns around, looking warily at the grass curtain.

"You, too, are mine."

Yang Xiao's ugly voice came out slowly from behind the grass curtain.

It's very clear.

AI Wei'er and her two women also said this when they were killed by boss Li.

Boss Li readily agreed.

He is a man of two beauties. That's right.

Who dares to say that he is not two beauties? Li Nanfang will break that man's leg except Yang Xiao.

Boss Li doesn't mind being said to be her by all the beauties in the world.

But is Yang Xiao a beauty?

He's just an evil looking smelly man!

Why does he say that Li Nanfang is his?

"Yang, I'll tell you now."

Li Nanfang gritted his teeth and said, "I'm never interested in men. I'd rather die than follow you. You will die of this heart. "

"You are mine. You can't run. "

Yang Xiao seemed to smile and said, "don't let your woman come here. I'll ask her about the iron card in the evening. I'm tired and need a rest. You'd better shut up and don't disturb me. "