C188 The Six Characters True Scripture
C188 The Six Characters True Scripture
"Eh? Brother Hsingchen, do you think this stall in front of you is blaming you? Damn it, they are all selling new things. He actually sold old goods. You are looking at the stall owner who is as thin as a bone. With a yawn, it was obvious that he was a drug addict. It is 80% likely that he drank drugs and lost all his money. Let's go. Let's go and take a look. Maybe we can find a real painting." Wan Dong's eyes stared at the painting rolled up on the stall.
The two of them walked to the front of the stall in a few steps. Yang Hsingchen noticed that... Just from the surface, the stall owner looked at least sixty years old. Not only did his face turn yellow and his hair fell off, but he also opened his mouth and spoke. The teeth in his mouth were also yellow, black, and black, and a few teeth were missing.
Not only that, the skin exposed on his body was also extremely poor. New and old scars appeared one after another on his body. All of this proved that what Wan Dong said just now was that this guy was definitely a professional with white powder.
"Two bosses, you can choose whatever you want, even though I have old goods here. But I can guarantee that they are authentic. Look at this purple money pot, look at this pot. And this painting, this small painting book, they are all authentic. As long as you like it, the price can be negotiated. Yawk!"
Perhaps it was because he had already sold most of his family's things, so there weren't many things on his stall. There was only a worn-out purple sandpot, a painting, a broken jar, and a small yellow painting book.
Yang Hsingchen noticed that this purple sandpot was the real deal, but the key was that it was too badly damaged.
Not only was the handle broken, but there was also a big hole in the lid. It gave people the feeling that it was a tooth that was missing from its owner's mouth. Thinking about it, this purple sandpot might have been used by this drug addict in front of him. Anyone would feel disgust from the bottom of their heart.
Most importantly, due to the severe damage, the spiritual energy in this pot had almost been completely drained. Although the scholarly gentleman had a very high opinion of the real purple sandpot, as the saying goes, What is precious in the mortal world? The Yixing Purple Coin was the most important. However, it also depended on whether it was a good pot or a bad pot.
"Boss, how much is this Purple Coin Pouch for?" Wan Dong did not touch it with his hand, but looked at it and asked directly.
"Boss, you have good eyesight. This pot is a genuine Ming Dynasty item. Seeing that you all want it, I will give you a reasonable price, fifty thousand. What do you think?"
"Fifty thousand?" Wan Dong shook his head," Boss, even if it is a genuine purple sandpot from the Ming Dynasty, its price will not be that high. Currently, the collection price is around one hundred thousand. For such a badly damaged item like you, although it is said to be quite old, after all, it's broken. Not to mention fifty thousand, even ten thousand dollars is not something anyone wants. Forget it, I'll just take a look at this painting."
Yang Hsingchen smiled in his heart. He knew that this was Wan Dong's strategy. His real goal was to buy the paintings on other people's stalls, not this broken purple sandpot.
The stall owner yawned and opened the painting. When they saw it, they couldn't help but curse in their hearts. This painting was even more damaged than the purple sandpot.
The painting was very simple and clear. It was on an isolated reed pole. A small bird stood proudly on it. What made people speechless was that not only did the upper right corner of the painting shatter the words that the author had written on it. Even the seal that had been stamped down was half broken, and one could vaguely recognize the word 'Zhu'. The most terrible thing was that they did not know if it was the missing ghost. He actually branded the cigarette head on the bird's eyes, making it a lonely and blind bird.
"Damn it, who the f * ck destroyed such an expensive painting with such a cheap hand? Ang? If Master Wan's guess was right, this should be the real work of the great painter, Zhu Di. His paintings were at least tens of millions, or at least a hundred million. What a pity for this painting!"
" Ah? So expensive?" The drug addict suddenly raised his head, and his originally dark and lightless eyes burst out with passionate sparks. He said anxiously, "Then, boss, can you give me tens of millions of yuan for this painting?"
"What the hell? You want tens of millions for this lousy painting? I think you must have gone crazy thinking about money, right? Not to mention that he did not have the words on it, even the seal below was missing by half. How can you prove to others that this is Zhu Di's painting? One had to know that Zhu Di was known as the Eight Great Hillmen. If it was his real work... He must have personally written his title on the top right, and his seal on the bottom right. With these two points, your painting will be worth more. "
When Wan Dong said this, he angrily pointed at the bird in the painting. "Also, tell me, which son of a b * tch burned the bird's eyes with a cigarette? F * ck, as the saying goes, the finishing touch is the finishing touch. A bird without eyes is not worth any money!"
"Damn it, if we use technical means to determine that it is the real deal, then... Even without the words on it, there is no seal on the bottom half. It could be sold for millions of dollars. Now that it has become a blind bird without eyes, you still want tens of millions? Damn it, if you can buy a few hundred thousand, then you'll be considered to have met a benefactor."
" Ah? The difference is so huge. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have burned my cigarette." The stall owner had a regretful expression.
When he heard that it was the stall owner's doing, Wan Dong pointed at his nose and cursed. The stall owner was holed up there, not returning a single word. Or perhaps, the current him had yet to recover from his regret.
Yang Hsingchen was bored to the left and right, so he squatted down and flipped open the small yellow painting book beside his feet. As soon as he opened it, an aged voice sounded. Om! Om!
The Six Character True Scripture was vigorous and powerful. Each word was like a bell that crashed into Yang Hsingchen's mind. Instantly, the Qi and blood in his body began to circulate, and the Qi and blood began to boil. It actually caused the Ease Immortal Spell in his body to circulate automatically. Furthermore, the circulation was reversed.
Yang Hsingchen was shocked. He wanted to throw away the small painting book in his hand, but he found that he couldn't move at all. He became even more anxious. One should know that since ancient times, people who practiced martial arts had their inner energy reversed. That was the symbol of Qi deviation. The result was either death or injury.
Yang Hsingchen shouted anxiously in his heart as he stopped. However, the Genuine Qi was like a wild horse that had lost its reins and did not listen to his commands at all. Moreover, it was getting more and more urgent as it spun.
Along with the reversal of the Genuine Qi, the meridians in his body also kept expanding. Wherever the Genuine Qi went, it would forcefully open many of his acupuncture points.
Om! Om! Om! The sutra was still spinning and colliding in his brain. It shook his ears so much that his ears were about to explode. His eyes were filled with stars, his throat was itchy, and his nostrils were sore!
Yang Hsingchen could not help opening his mouth, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed on the small painting book in his hand.
After he spat out the blood, the six words true gold instantly disappeared. The blood and qi in his body, as well as the reversed Genuine Qi, stopped flowing at the same time. Although it stopped, his Genuine Qi had become thick, thick, and thick. In his Dantian, there was actually a white bead the size of an egg.
"Brother Hsingchen, what's wrong with you?" Wan Dong, who was teaching Yang Hsingchen a lesson, saw Yang Hsingchen spit out a big mouthful of blood and was shocked. He picked Yang Hsingchen up and shouted.