Unexpectedly, Xue Yan also chimed in: "I grew up alone in the mountains since I was a child, and then I have been practicing with the three elders of the Wang family, and I have never had a birthday, and I don't even know what day my birthday is!" ”

Hearing this, Xian'er couldn't help but look at Xue Yan in disbelief, and muttered in her mouth: "Why don't you set your birthday as today, after all, today is also a big day to win the sword!" ”

"That's right, Sister Snow Goose, you set your birthday as today, just in time for Brother Yiyang to give you a gift, how about it?" Tianjun also laughed heartily, and it seemed that he agreed very much with Xian'er's proposal.

Snow Goose looked at me with a blushing face a little embarrassed, looking like she wanted to say something.

Judging from her expression, she obviously agreed to Xian'er's proposal.

In this case, I simply said generously: "So very good, if you succeed in seizing the sword today, it will be double happiness, if the failure to seize the sword leads to death, then today at least helped Snow Goose celebrate a birthday, and it is also a meaningful day!" ”

With that, I led the three of us towards a jade shop called "Lu Ban Zhai" in front of me.

In fact, from the moment I got off the bus, I immediately noticed this seemingly inconspicuous shop.

The name of his shop seems to be very interesting, as we all know, Lu Ban is a skilled craftsman, and almost all the people who do carpentry in the world worship Lu Ban as their ancestor.

Of course, this is just some superficial statements, only our disciples of the Thirteen Branches of Zhu You know that Lu Ban is actually an ancestor of our Zhu You Thirteen Branches.

So when I saw the names of a few stores written in scribble by Lu Banzhai, I was immediately attracted to the past.

When the four of them walked to the door of the store, there seemed to be an old man in the house talking to the boss about business, and the voice of their conversation was very quiet, probably reselling Ming Ware (also known as Ming Ware, referring to some things stolen from the tomb by those tomb robbers). ”

Seeing the four of us in bright clothes walking in, the sharp-eyed boss immediately waved his hand at the old man in front of him, signaling him to talk later.

Then he greeted him with a smile on his face, and said loudly: "Rare guest, rare guest, what are the bosses going to buy?" ”

As he spoke, his shrewd mouse eyes glanced at the four of us quickly, and finally fell on mine, and it was clear that he had sensed that I was the master.

I also politely returned him with a smile and said with a light smile: "What good goods do you have in the store, just take them out and take a look." ”

The mouse smiled knowingly, and pretended to be mysterious: "Please sit down for a while, and I will invite the treasure of the town store to come out for you to choose." ”

After saying that, he squinted and smiled at everyone, turned around and walked to the inner room of the store.

At this point, only the four of us and the old man in ragged clothes were left in the room.

As I looked at him, he seemed to be looking at me as well, probably because he saw that I was wearing an Armani haute couture suit with a few retinues with me, so there was a hint of disdain in his eyes when he looked at me.

If I'm not mistaken, he should have thought of me as an idle villain.

But after looking at him, I seem to have noticed something different about him.

First of all, I can be sure that this old man who is about fifty years old is an ordinary person, at least he should not be an immortal cultivator, and he does not have any powerful martial arts.

But there was a faint hint of gloom on his body, which looked a bit like the legendary bad luck.

And I still seem to smell a somewhat pungent smell of earth on his body.

It's not the kind of dirt that is common on the ground, because the sun-dried soil is actually a bit fragrant.

The smell of earth on the old man's body was a gloomy and somewhat rotten smell, and it was obvious that it was the kind of soil buried deep in the ground that only had this smell.

Combined with the gloomy aura on his body, it can almost be concluded that he is a tomb robber!

In the past, when I was free, I would occasionally take a look at the tomb robbers, and those tomb robbers were written in it, but I didn't expect that today I Bai Yiyang also saw a living tomb robber.

Out of interest in tomb robbing, I straightened my face and asked respectfully: "Hello uncle, can I talk?" ”

"What are you talking about?"

The old man glanced at me disdainfully, and asked indifferently, as if he was not very willing to talk to me.

But I still cheekily asked: "Uncle is here to "shake goods" today, right?" ”

The word "Doubao" is our local dialect in Xiangxi, which means a big sale.

When the old man heard me say this, he immediately subconsciously reached out and grabbed the package he had placed on the table earlier, and looked at me vigilantly, and asked softly: "Where are you sitting on the mountain to practice, and what scriptures are you reciting?" ”

I naturally don't understand what he means by his brainless words.

But from my guess, he must be talking to a code, maybe it's their jargon.

Feeling this, I simply and generously admitted: "Uncle don't be nervous, I'm not one of your fellow travelers, and I'm not interested in those who move mountains and touch gold." ”

"I'm just an ordinary person, but I usually like antiques, so I often go out to hunt for treasures."

When the old man heard my explanation, he immediately relaxed his vigilance, and the hand that was holding the package before also relaxed slightly, and then asked with interest: "Are you interested in antiques?" ”

"Then look at the things in my bag, how much are they worth?"

After finishing speaking, he put the package in his hand on the coffee table in front of us, and gently opened the mouth of the bag, and the contents were instantly revealed.

The four people present, including Xian'er, all cast curious glances, but after looking at it, they suddenly felt a little disappointed.

Because the contents of the bag don't know if it's too old, those scattered small objects are covered with a layer of dust, although the things in the bag are mostly some jewelry and jade pendants and other things, but at a cursory glance it doesn't seem to be very textured.

For this reason, I could only smile with some disappointment and sighed: "Uncle, these things of yours may indeed look old, and they may have some value for archaeology, but for collectors, they are not as beautiful as they are." ”

"And look at those ornaments, they feel like they're about to be corroded, where is it worth a few dollars?"

The old man glanced at me dissatisfied, and scolded angrily: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, because my things are buried in the underground palace all the year round, they will definitely be covered with a layer of dust, but they only need to be wiped a little, and they will definitely regain their brilliance." ”

"Really?"

I reached out suspiciously and rummaged through the large pile of things on the table that looked like ancient servants.