Chapter 97 Mei Xiang Picks Up Leaks

The foreigner was also stubborn. No matter what the stall owner said, he shook his two fingers. After a moment of stalemate, the stall owner was also afraid of having a lot of dreams at night. After all, the 2,000 yuan was also a lot of money. He pretended to lose money and agreed with a sigh. After the money and goods transaction was completed, the foreigner smiled strangely and said in Chinese, "Thank you, boss."

Ah, the whole audience was in an uproar. The stall owner was stunned for a moment, shook his head with a wry smile, and hit the geese all day long. Today, he was pecked by the geese. Fortunately, he also made money. After thinking about it, he raised his thumb to the foreigner in a calm way: "Awesome, that's awesome!"

The two foreigners left proudly. When the people outside saw that there was no bustle, they gradually dispersed.

Zhang Ping and Fang Kexin looked at each other and smiled. They couldn't watch the excitement. They were about to go out, but suddenly caught a glimpse of something and couldn't help stopping.

That thing is placed at the foot of the stall owner, a small black stone, which is inconspicuous. However, Zhang Ping subconsciously swept it with his heavenly eyes and found that there was also aura on the small stone, which made him ecstatic.

Previously, the aura was found in antiques, but after returning last night, Zhang Ping tried to refine those auras with the Star Zhenli, but painfully found that the aura could not be refined at all, as if they were two parallel systems, which did not belong to each other and each other as one. Therefore, Zhang Ping also put out the idea of practicing and upgrading with antique aura.

But the aura I just saw was faintly shrouded around the stone. When Zhang Ping tried to sweep the stone with the divine consciousness contained in the heavenly eyes, he was surprised to find that the aura of the stone seemed to have changed a little. This stone must have a history and must be taken down.

Zhang Ping squatted down on the edge of the stall as if nothing had happened. The stall, like other vendors, was also full of miscellaneous things. The difference was that there were a few stones of different sizes piled around the stall.

Fang Kexin saw Zhang Ping squat down and was a little surprised. Then she noticed that there were a few stones on the stall. She thought that Zhang Ping wanted to gamble on stones again, so she also squatted down to see how Zhang Ping acted. When the stall owner saw Zhang Ping and the other two squatting down, the little depression just now turned back into motivation. He said enthusiastically to the two of them, "What's right? I'll give it to you at a cheaper price. This market hasn't been around for a long time.

Zhang Ping smiled and casually took a few jade pendants in his hand, asking the boss what the price was. When the boss saw that he picked a few pendants, he knew that he was probably a novice with money, so he dealt with it perfunctorily, but focused on the passing crowd.

"Oh, what is this, boss, why are you still selling stones?" Zhang Ping deliberately pretended to be surprised, but Xin looked at him and resisted his smile.

The stall owner said casually, "That's not an ordinary stone. This is called raw stone. If you are lucky, you can open emerald in it."

"Ah, really, how much is it?"

The stall owner looked at him who seemed to be interested and thought that he could make a fortune, so the lion said, "Well, the big one is 500 yuan, and the small one is 300 yuan."

Hearing what he said, Zhang Ping quickly put back the stone in his hand. "It's so expensive. I thought it was dozens of yuan."

"Ha ha, that's, this is the original stone. Maybe if you buy it back and open the jade, you will make a lot of money. Brother, you can figure it out."

Zhang Ping still shook his head and muttered, "I just look fresh. This thing is no different from ordinary stones. Well, boss, I'll take 200 yuan and take 2 to play a rare game. What do you think? I don't take the big one.

In fact, these stones are also a few pieces taken by the stall owner by chance when they bought goods from others. They have been in the hands of the stall owner for a long time, and no one is optimistic about them. He simply used it as a stone of pressure cloth. Today, when he heard Zhang Ping say that, he moved his mind to deal with it. However, the businessman naturally bargained and said, "This is not good. It's too bad. Otherwise, you are also a cheerful person. 300 fast. How about picking two small pieces of raw stones for you?"

Zhang Ping was happy in his heart, and his face remained calm. He frowned and said, "Boss, you are really good at business." As he said this, he picked out two small stones, including the one he had earlier. The stall owner didn't care at all. He gave the two stones to Zhang Ping and asked politely, "Brother, look at something else. It's cheaper for you."

He put away the stone with satisfaction and shook his head at the stall owner. Zhang Ping pulled Fang Kexin and turned away. After walking through two stalls, he saw Sun Meixiang bargaining at the stall on the other side. Ha ha, it's really hard to see this scene. Sun Meixiang held a strange-shaped thing in her hand, with two thick porcelain heads in the middle, bottomless and coverless, black with blue. What is this?

When Sun Meixiang saw them coming, she quickly waved and asked Zhang Ping to take a look. Zhang Ping stared at the thing like a dumbbell and said disdainfully: What is this? It looks strange, plum, do you want to buy this?

There was a trace of uneasiness on the stall owner's face and said, "Brother, you have lost your eye. This object is a serious big door. It's an absolutely good thing."

Zhang Ping ignored him and asked Sun Meixiang directly, "Meizi, what price does he offer?"

5,000 yuan. But I think it's worth less than 1,000 yuan. I don't understand it, but I just think it's quite funny." Sun Meixiang answered honestly.

The stall owner was about to fool some stories. Zhang Ping casually asked, "Boss, you said this is the object that opens the door, so what do you think it is and which dynasty?"

Seeing the stall owner's eyes dripping and thinking, Zhang Ping said contemptuously, "This is nothing more than a flower pot used in the countryside. I don't know how you put it up. There is neither a lid nor a base. If you want me to say, 500 is not worth it."

Sun Meixiang saw that Zhang Ping was so resolute. She stood up regretfully and said to the boss, "I'm sorry, boss, the price you want is too high."

The stall owner looked at the way they were going to leave and was flustered. In fact, this object was really collected in the countryside. As Zhang Ping said, it was filled with soil as a flower pot, and he spent less than 30 yuan to collect it.

After holding back for a while, I saw Zhang Ping and the others take five steps and didn't look back. The stall owner shouted, "Ai, brother, brother, the price is good."

Sun Meixiang heard that there was a discussion and turned back, but Zhang Ping did not move, just urging her to hurry up. Seeing this, the stall owner said cheerfully, "Well, let's make friends today. This object was sold at a loss for 800 yuan. What do you think?

Sun Meixiang is overjoyed, which is much lower than her quotation just now. Look at what Zhang Ping means. Zhang Ping also came over and said, "Boss, you are not kind. I just said that 500 is not worth it. Now you ask us to come back, but you add another 300. What's the matter?"

The stall owner grinned, "Brother, this small business is just a hard money. This lady likes this object, and it is priceless if she likes it. Well, since you chose it, brother, it's 700 yuan. This is the reserve price. It can't be low any more.

Seeing this, Sun Meixiang hurriedly accepted it. She didn't look at Zhang Ping's meaning. She hurriedly handed the stall owner 700 yuan, held the object happily and left together.

At this time, it was already dawn, and Liu Dahai and others also strolled over. Several people met and returned to the hotel and began to count their achievements.

In addition to Zhang Ping's stone and Sun Meixiang's dumbbell, Liu Dahai also found a Northern Song Geyao-style pen wash. Tao Yuner also bought a small porcelain bowl, and Gong Zisheng and Ouyangqing also bought a few small objects respectively. Zhang Ping scanned it casually and knew that these things were not real. They were all modern high imitation products. Fortunately, except for Liu Dahai, the rest of the people were at most a few hundred yuan, which was not too much of a loss. Liu Dahai spent 2,000 yuan, hehe.

If you don't take Zhang Ping as a master of cheating, if you really pick up leaks, it must be regarded as Sun Meixiang. Zhang Ping can carefully look at that dumbbell-like object, and it is definitely a treasure. The aura contained in it is much stronger than any one in the store last night.

However, looking at their happy appearance, Zhang Ping couldn't bear to hit their weak hearts. He ate breakfast and drove all the way to Huangshan.

Except for Gong Zisheng and Liu Dahai, everyone else has never been to Huangshan. Listening to their introduction all the way, I was full of expectations.

Liu Dahai said so:

If you don't walk into the West Sea, you won't feel the magic of creation;

If you don't reach the bottom, you won't feel the indiocre of people;

If you haven't finished walking the West Sea, you won't feel the excitement of walking on the Buxian Bridge to complete the journey to the West Sea.

Zhang Ping has always thought that all the famous mountains and rivers carried on its back, which are far-fetched or exaggeratedly praised by the poems of the ancients, and coupled with today's profit-seeming tourism development, it will definitely become vulgar or not go. However, after hearing too many people's praise, it finally wavered.

That night, he rested in the pre-booked hotel. Listening to the mountain wind outside, Zhang Ping couldn't sleep. He walked out of the door gently and walked on the path in the moonlight. At this time, no one is wandering outside. After all, the sunrise the next day is the highlight.

The quiet path took Zhang Ping to a cliff behind the hotel. The cold wind on the mountain was still piercing. Zhang Ping suddenly had an idea. He walked slowly to the cliff railing and found the highest point. He sat down cross-legged to find a feeling of ancient cultivation.

Not to mention that practicing on this cold mountain is really different. After a while, Zhang Ping's body was already cold. It was not until he turned his skills three times that the chill on his body slowly subsided, and the heat in Dantian was very comfortable. Compared with home, this open venue and this towering hill are undoubtedly more suitable for cultivation.

After the nine turns of Yungong, Zhang Ping slowly opened his eyes and looked at the edge of the sky with divine light. At that moment, he seemed to feel that his mind had a trace of connection with the bright moon hanging high in the air. For a moment, the soybean in the mud pill palace faintly became a little bigger. The divine consciousness is released, and the creatures within 10 meters breathe and spit, which is completely in the heart.

At this time, someone else climbed the road at night and looked up the mountain when he was tired. Looking from afar, Zhang Ping's figure sitting cross-legged was solemn in the moonlight, and he faintly saw a vague figure through the fog in the mountains. In a trance, there seemed to be a bunch of moonlight falling from the sky. Unknowingly, he thought that some freak was absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and it also became a legend.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Ping stood up, but he didn't feel any discomfort in his body. He also released his divine consciousness, but he could only detect the movement within a radius of 5 meters. I just inadvertently stepped into the wonderful realm, but I got nothing.

Look at the left, there is no one nearby. I think no one will come to this remote place. Inviting the moon to dance together, Zhang Pingyun worked hard all over his body and made a big handprint that he had not practiced for a long time. Unconsciously, the power of the star has been used at the bottom of his feet. Zhang Ping became faster and faster. Later, he floated in the air up to 2 meters high, and he couldn't stop punching. It was not until he closed his fist that he suddenly found that he was in the air and fell down in fear. The divine consciousness in the body was already used. Thinking of the small stone in his arms, he quickly took it out and carried out the real power to refine the aura that shrouded it.

The aura on the stone seems to emerge one after another. With the refining of Zhang Ping, the aura on the stone constantly oozes from the inside. Soon Zhang Ping regained his former consciousness and even refined. Now he has understood that this stone may be the legendary spiritual stone, which can provide aura to restore the master's power. This is really a good thing. Zhang Ping secretly put it away. Zhang Ping has long understood Huai Bi's sin, but for him, there is only one way to go: the black road. If anyone knows the secret of Zhang Ping, I'm afraid he will have no peace.