C6

I sat in my room with a black square in my hand.

It was square and plain, the same one I had gotten when I urinated.

I looked at it carefully, from top to bottom, from left to right, but I couldn't find anything. Apart from the cut square, the smooth texture, and the nameless writing underneath, I didn't see anything special on it.

I tried to inject zhenqi into the square stamp. This is how ordinary magic tools are used. However, after being injected with the square stamp for a full ten minutes, there wasn't even the slightest reaction. All of his true qi disappeared like a clay ox entering the sea.

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Wenling City's largest antiques market is located in the eastern city of Antique Street. One street was about four hundred meters wide, with rows of shops on both sides. The shops were all restored to their original style, red brick and green tiles. The streets were crowded with people, making it seem rather lively.

Santana, riding a tiger, finally arrived at the antique street after a bumpy ride.

I told Wang Hu to wait for me in the car. I got out of the car alone and ran into the crowd.

Antique players, regardless of whether they were truly interested or lucky, had to train a pair of extraordinary eyes.

It was true that those who played antiques could make a huge profit, but how many could actually make a profit? In today's market, where counterfeiting technology is rampant, the prizes are most likely counterfeit, as if I'd seen a skinny old man haggling over a pot with a well-mannered man in front of a pair of glasses.

The old man said: "This is a good thing. It is an artifact unearthed in the Western Zhou Dynasty. It is said to be a chamber pot used by the Martial King to collect urine." Take a look at these lines, do you have a thick sense of history, do you smell this smell, do you have a strong sense of history. As long as it's eight thousand, this pot will belong to you. "

When I saw this, I laughed. The f * ck is that Western Zhou's chamber pot? That was clearly last week's pot, alright? This faking was way too unprofessional, even leaving a two dimensional code below.

Looking at the two of them who were in the middle of an intense bidding war, I left with a smile.

I walked on, and came to a shop called the Old Brush Shop. This shop specialized in painting and calligraphy. Upon entering, one would be able to see a room filled with calligraphy and Chinese paintings. Some of them were already mounted on the wall, while others were still lying flat on the wooden table, emitting the scent of ink.

There was only an old man in the room with white hair and beard. He was wearing a grey coat and was waving a fan on a bamboo chair.

I cupped my fist towards the old man and said, "Old Master, I have an ancient script here. I wonder if you could help me take a look."

The old man got up from the bamboo chair and glanced at me. His deep eyes were brimming with energy.

"There aren't many young people who would dare to wear a long robe like this."

I felt my face redden. It's so embarrassing to praise me like this.

I took a piece of white paper out of my pocket. On it were some obscure ancient words, like words or pictures. I made this from a black square stamp.

The old man took a pair of reading glasses from the side and put them on. He then took the paper and observed it carefully. After a while, he looked at me with a strange expression. "Young man, are you playing with me?"

My heart skipped a beat. I knew that it was due to the mysteriousness of the words on the paper. I immediately asked, "I don't dare. Please tell me."

The old man looked at me for a long time. He knew that I wasn't lying.

I felt my head go dizzy. This is an Imperial Jade Seal? It was not the magical artifact that he had imagined, but rather a common object in the secular world — however, it seemed to be useless.

I was a little disappointed and wanted to say something before I left. Suddenly, he was attracted by a ink painting hanging in the corner.

This painting had been around for a while now, and the xuan paper had started to turn yellow.

The painting proudly stands a plum branch, its side embellishes only a few dark petals, like the winter, winter, and winter flowers after the withering of the withered branches. However, this dried up branch did not give off any feeling of decadence. It was so proud and upright that its sharp branches seemed to want to cut through the limits of the paper and break through it.

I felt the Sword Qi, the overflowing Sword Qi.

When I was young, Master told me that I was more sensitive to swords than anyone else.

Other than the Brilliant Sword Heart that was brought in by the Mount Shu Sect Leader, no one else could match me in terms of comprehension in the way of the sword.

Master said that I was born with a sword body.

My senior brothers all laughed at me for being born lowly.

Although my seniors often ridiculed me as a bitch, I didn't mind. I was obsessed with swords — because the story of the handsome chivalrous men who walked the world, their clothes fluttering, their long hair fluttering, representing love and justice, were swordsmen.

As a child, she was so pure and could struggle tirelessly for the sake of an illusory belief goal.

It was also because of this Heaven's Edge that I spent ten years practicing the entire Lin Cuizhu on the sword peak.

Now that my sword has come out of the Tianshan Mountains, I relied on my sword and my martial arts, but I deviated from the begging of the world when I was a child. Carrying the sect's huge debts, he was worried about the yellow and white matters of the sect.

Most of the time it's not that we choose life, but that we choose us. We can't point fingers at the lives of others, and we don't have to point fingers at our own lives — well, deep again.

I stopped in front of the painting and turned around to look at the old man. "Old man, who drew this painting?"

"I don't remember." The old man hobbled over to me. "It's not good enough in brushstrokes or coloring, but there are plenty of other paintings in this mood."

"I really like it. Can you give it to me?"

The old man slightly opened his mouth, but in the end, he still said, "I've been talking about this for so long, don't you want to buy it?"

"I thought I was good-looking, so you didn't take my money."

"…"

The Lying Tiger Ridge was more than a thousand meters deep, and it was filled with lush vegetation. From afar, it looked like a tiger lying horizontally.

Wang and I followed Renjia, heading deeper into the heart of the earth.

Although Lu Renjia looked fat, and his first impression of him was that of a rich man who had been hollowed out by a woman, he didn't expect his skills to be so strong. Leading the way, he picked up a branch and leaned against the ground. He walked for four or five miles without any signs of exhaustion.

Wang Hu, who was beside me, whispered, "Young master, I keep feeling that something isn't right. My eyelids keep jumping up and down." You have to be careful! "

I replied smilingly, "It's alright. What can happen with me and two of your experts here? I think this Snail Tiger Ridge has broken your taboo. "

Wang Hu nodded his head, but his face was still tense.

The further in he went, the harder the road became to walk. The ground was covered with dense brambles and tangled branches. Fortunately, the path we took was relatively easy. The thorny branches on the road were either cut down or stepped on, clearing out a path that could be taken.

"Looks like this Lu Renjia really values what his father left behind. He often sends people to look for it."

"Young master, I still feel weird and uneasy."

I looked at Wang Hu with a grave expression. If it was only one or two times, it would still be alright. However, since Wang Hu's sense of danger was getting more and more severe, I couldn't help but pay attention to it. Cultivators cultivated in the heart of the upper body, so it was possible for the heavens to empathize with them and foretell disaster and blessings.

I looked at Lu Renjia's back and whispered, "Since you feel that something's wrong, you should be careful. Run as soon as there is any danger. "You can do whatever you want to me but not Lu Renjia."

Wang Hu nodded. "Me knows."

After exiting the thorny forest, their line of sight widened. Who would have thought that this Lying Tiger Ridge was actually a special place. It was like a flower in the dark hiding in a village.

How could a tourist get to such a place? And how could a car enter such a place? There must be something wrong.

I frowned: "Boss Lu, where did you lose your pocket watch? Furthermore, this place doesn't even have a bird road, how did you manage to drive away in the middle of the night? "

Lu Renjia didn't say anything, but walked away with a strange expression on his face. There was a cave in front of him, and he quickly rushed inside.

"Boss Lu, Boss Lu …"

I called out twice and was just about to go up and stop Lu Renjia when Wang Hu's voice, full of fear and trembling, rang out.

"Tiger, tiger, tiger …"

Fuck, he even returned the signal that the Japanese were ambushing Pearl Harbor.

I looked at Wang Hu and saw that his face was filled with fear as he pointed to the front with his finger. Following the direction of his finger, my pupils constricted.

A wave of monstrous demonic aura gushed over.

There was a huge black tiger inside the cave. The cave was huge, but even with the Black Tiger lying on its back, it was about to touch the ceiling.

"Young, Young Master." This tiger is so scary. "

I swallowed and tried to pretend I was calm, but my voice couldn't stop shaking. "Mom, fuck. Judging from the dense Demonic Qi, it was at least a Demonic Beast that could take human form. We can't afford to provoke such a monster that is comparable to the Heavenly Realm. Prepare to run! Don't bother about that idiot Lu Renjia. "

The cave was dark, and Wang Hu could only see the situation inside through the dim light. However, when my free will was displayed, everything could be seen clearly.

The black tiger seemed to be in a deep sleep. However, when Renjia trotted in front of him, he woke up from his nap and suddenly opened his eyes, which were as big as basins.

"My servant, what good food have you brought me?"

Renjia looked at us respectfully and said, "Great Tiger God, these are two fresh dishes for you. I hope you like them."

"Undead Spirits!" Wang Hu saw that Lu Renjia's entire body was drenched in cold sweat and was unable to move.

"God damn, so this bastard was making a fool out of me."

Then Black Tiger lifted his eyes and stared at us.

In that instant, I felt the entire world collapse, as if my soul had left my body.

"Flee!"

I shouted sternly as I hurriedly pulled back Wang Hu, who had been intimidated by the Black Tiger's might, and retreated.

"You want to run?!"

Black Tiger didn't even look at us. With a wave of his claws, the mountain rocks shattered, blocking the cave's exit.

At the same time, my right hand has already formed a sword sign. A flash of green light pierced through the darkness, piercing through Lu Renjia's chest and causing him to bleed profusely.

It never occurred to me to run, because I knew I couldn't.

Since he couldn't escape, he might as well fight!

However, before this, I will still kill those who betrayed me!