Chapter 100

Following Bai Chen's advice, Lin Mengyao bought excellent ink, paper and inkstone and wrote down the ancient words that he could not understand. Then he followed Bai Chen and others to the most noisy street and worshipped the stall.

The three of them have no experience in setting up a stall, but fortunately Guo pangzi is an expert in this aspect. He has never eaten pork, but he has seen Bai Chen, a pig runner. He is very happy to draw gourd and ladle, spread out the thick red blanket thoroughly, then pull the calligraphy and press the four corners with small stones.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. It was written by Yang Ziqing, a great calligrapher of Fengyan Dynasty ten thousand years ago, on the day of his wife's childbirth. It has been kept intact until now. Friends who like poetry and painting come here to have a look ~"

Bai Chen pulls his neck and yells, which soon attracts countless eyes.

Lin Mengyao and Tang Qin stand on one side, smiling awkwardly.

When those people saw the calligraphy on the ground, they were all disgusted and soon dispersed.

It's hard for anyone to be interested in this kind of thing in the famous wheat city.

Yelled for a long time, also can't see a person come to ask price, white Chen only feel throat hair dry, throat smoke.

Gudong Gudong pouring a few mouthfuls of water, the gourd on the side, white Chen is called convinced.

"No, Tang Qin, you can shout for a while and let me have a rest."

Tang Qin, who has been named, has a look of displeasure on her face. If she wants to shout, she must be able to do so.

Several attempts, she finally gave up the idea, dejected muttered: "or you come, I can't shout out."

"You girl!"

Bai Chen light cough a, the vision turns to a side, the facial expression tangles of Lin Mengyao, finally still choose oneself to continue to shout.

He can't bear to let Lin Mengyao yell and sell goods in this dusty street.

"Don't miss it when you pass by ~"

"this is the true work of Yang Ziqing, the poet of Fengyan. You can come and have a look. It's very valuable. It's sold at a low price!" Lin Mengyao suddenly followed the cry, let the side of the white Chen and Tang Qin, are stunned.

I didn't expect that the ten fingers of the golden body who didn't touch yangchunshui really started the business of peddlers in the stall, and it was decent. Bai Chen was particularly moved in his heart.

"Dream far, you don't shout, I come." A pull her small hand, white Chen full of heart not give up of way.

Looking at his warm eyes, Lin Mengyao shook his head: "brother Bai, you are going to be hoarse. Have a rest."

"This little thing is nothing. Don't shout out loud and be obedient."

Listen to Bai Chen warm heart of comfort, Lin Mengyao pretty face emerge a blush, no longer before anger.

But Tang Qin didn't accept, she immediately pulled a white Chen, furiously scolded: "what do you mean, he shouts two is afraid to shout broken throat, then I?"

"You are not the same ~" white Chen light way.

"What's different? You two big men bully a little girl, don't you?"

"You are nvxia, of course it's different ~"

"you!"

When Lin Mengyao was covering his mouth and laughing, the crowd in the distance suddenly became restless and fled in all directions.

After the crowd, a brown horse suddenly jumped out, and the man on the horse angrily scolded: "you Dalits, get out of my way, or I will crush you, ha ha ha ha!"

Galloping steed, quickly through the road to make way, rushed to the direction of Bai Chen and others.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

That person sees white Chen three people unexpectedly don't give way, in the eyes of the defiant, obviously flit over a touch of Sen cold.

Under the panic of those scattered people, the horse's hoof of high jump has kicked fiercely in the direction of Bai Chen.

See, Lin Mengyao pretty face a cold, jade hand fierce a probe, unexpectedly directly grasped the horse's hoof, will this black horse firmly in the air.

Petite body, can hold the galloping horse in one hand, this scene, let the pedestrian on the street can't help but a cold sweat.

At the same time, Bai Chen jumps up, grabs the frightened man on the horse's back in the air, and throws him away. The man is like a broken kite, bumping into the stone slab of the street, with a few teeth splashing all over the ground, splashing out a bloodstain along the way.

To see the man's extremely miserable end, everyone was thrilled and angrily retracted his neck.

"Are you full of egg pain, come here to find guilty?"

White Chen very helpless spread to spread a hand, a face sympathy of see to lie on the ground wail of man.

"You bastard, do you know who I am?"

The man stood up, because his teeth were leaking, and his words were vague.

"Do you know who I am?"

Eyes languid a lift, white Chen eyes are full of contempt.

The man was obviously surprised. He was about to say something when he suddenly turned around and quickly opened the black cloth bag that fell to the ground. When he saw a piece of broken porcelain inside, his face was as cold as green iron."You've done something, you've done something big!"

Hands shaking holding a black bag, the man to cry without tears murmured.

It seems that the broken porcelain in the black cloth bag should be something of great value, but Bai Chen doesn't sympathize with him at all. Instead, he puts his eyes on the calligraphy at his feet. At the edge of the calligraphy, there is a tooth stained with blood, which marks the corner red.

"This is a thousand year old celadon vase bought by the master from Yaoshan. It's a gift for the sixth Prince of Fengyan dynasty! Even if you put your head on your neck, you can't afford such a treasure! "

The man angrily roared, and the blood in his mouth flowed down his chin.

"My calligraphy is the original work of Yang Ziqing, the poet of Fengyan Dynasty. Even if you send it to your wife, you can't afford such a rare treasure!"

The white Chen smiles to sing of hope toward the man, what say is to let the man's face be like ashes.

"How can your broken calligraphy compare with my Millennium celadon vase?" The man's eyes were red, and he roared with all his strength.

Louder than me?

His eyes fell on his red face. At the next moment, Bai Chen turned his spiritual power to his chest, and suddenly roared angrily at the man: "Laozi's calligraphy is a thousand year old ancient prose, which is more valuable than your thousand year old broken bottle! It's called ancient prose. Do you understand it? "

With the roar coming from his throat, the powerful spiritual wave exploded in the whole street.

Some onlookers cover their ears in a hurry, and the man facing Bai Chen is so scared that his sweat pores stand up. He squats down with his head in tears and urine, and his whole body is shaking violently.

See him in his own roar under nearly out of his wits, Bai Chen satisfaction of nod, easy-going smile again light hang on the face.

"I'm not wrong with you either. Let's count your compensation for the broken bottle for a thousand years. If you give me another 5000 yuan, it's OK!"