There is a Little Fairy Farmer in the Country

This little fat man looked to be around twenty-five or sixteen years old. Hearing that the handsome guy in front of him wanted to buy his sign, his eyes began to look at Lin Chendong again.

You know, his signboard has been passed down for several generations, and it is older than the antiques inside.

"You heard me right, I just want to buy this piece of bluestone, please make a price." Lin Chendong looked determined to get it.

"Brother, you are here to play. I don't remember where I offended you. Although I sold a few of them as tributes, they were all within the price range, and there was no cheating money." The little fat man didn't think Lin Chendong He came here to sell things, and he seemed to come to play more games.

"Hehe, little boss, you think too much, so I won't be so bored and come here to kick you, don't chatter, just be refreshing, I just bought this piece of bluestone." Lin Chendong said to the fat little boss with a smile.

"Really?" asked the little fat man.

Then he looked at the two beauties beside Lin Chendong, staring closely at the piece on the wall that had been passed down for many generations, until his generation built the signboard left by his ancestors outside the entrance of the antique shop in Shangjing.

I don't know if it's because the currency has depreciated in recent years, or because there are more local tyrants, more and more people like to collect antiques, and the business is doing well.

"Can you tell me why you bought this piece of bluestone?" The little fat man's mind of many years of business told himself that there must be something in this piece, or they have something to do with it.

"Why are you asking so much? I'll give you one million yuan and buy it to us, otherwise your store will not be able to continue." Han Ling said to the little fat man.

"What? One million yuan?" The little fat man was also surprised for a while.

It's not surprising that one million yuan is a lot. In their business, there are no antiques with more than a few million yuan. It can be said that they are all businessmen who are used to big money.

It's just that he couldn't imagine that a piece of ordinary bluestone, which is not emerald, is worth one million yuan? I was thinking in my heart: "Is there any treasure in the bluestone?"

"Little fat man, there are some things in this world that are best not to be known. The more you know, the more insecure your life will be. You'd better not ask." Yuelong said to the curious little fat man.

"I'm not short of this one million yuan. I don't need to buy it for you, and then I dismantle it and open it myself." Hearing this beautiful woman's words, the little fat man thought to himself: "Could it be that there is a treasure inside?"

"fatty,

What my wife said is not false. There are some things that ordinary people should not know. Being an ordinary businessman is the happiest thing. " Lin Chendong said to the little fat man lightly, without any emotion.

It's not that Lin Chendong looks down on him, but he feels that being an ordinary person is happier, knowing too much about many things, and the greater the pressure, the more he pays.

To be an ordinary businessman?

No, this little fat man doesn't want to be an ordinary businessman.

Since one purchase of antiques, he translated some texts and found that the world was not the one he had imagined; from that time on, he began to yearn for the legendary cultivating immortals, wishing to be favored by immortals that day.

Then cultivate to become a fairy, be a wandering cloud, a wild crane, a loose person, seek immortals and ask questions, soak up all the beauties in the world and so on.

It can be said that this is the dream of the little fat man; it can also be said that he is a very ambitious little fat man.

"If I say, I don't like my current life, can you let me know that I can give you this blue brick board." The little fat man looked at Lin Chendong seriously and said.

"..." Han Ling and the others were speechless, and then turned their gazes to Lin Chendong.

"Okay, I see that you are very funny, and you have a bit of sleepiness, so I will let you take a look." Lin Chendong said to the smiling little fat man.

"Really, okay, wait a moment, I'll go get the tools." The little fat man told him intuitively that the three young men in front of him were definitely not ordinary people, and even their tone of voice was so mysterious.

The little fat man in the antique business ran back to the shop in a hurry after he finished speaking.

After a while, he ran over with some tools in his hand. Before Lin Chendong could speak, he began to work with both hands. Holding a hammer and tools, he pecked at the edge of the bluestone that was half a meter wide and less than one meter long.

The movements were fast, the fat on his hands and face trembled constantly under his movements, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes at all.

"Okay, okay, come on, help carry it down, this one is a bit heavy, twice as heavy as an ordinary stone!" The little fat man said, pecking away all the edges of the bluestone.

"Get out of the way, let me do it." Lin Chendong pulled him aside and said.

Then he took off the bluestone slab built on the wall with one hand, carried it into this antique shop with bare hands, and said:

"Close the doors, all of you."

"Yes, yes!" Hearing what Lin Chendong said, the little fat man immediately closed the door, not at all afraid of being robbed by Lin Chendong.

Because no matter how the little fat man looked at them, he didn't look like a bad person, and he could see a mysterious feeling from them. With his eyes of appreciating treasures for many years, he would definitely not misjudge people.

He only saw Lin Chendong put this slab of bluestone half a meter wide and 80 cm long on the tea machine table.

Then I saw Lin Chendong holding a small dagger in his hand as if by magic, and cut this piece of bluestone as hard as iron. It felt like he was cutting tofu. He cut iron like a dagger, and his eyes showed extremely greedy eyes.

"I'll go, isn't this the legendary flying sword?" The little fat man asked, thinking of the legend translated from the antiques the year before last.

"You can say that." Lin Chendong said to him lightly.

"It can't be true, oh my god, then, are you loose immortals? Or real immortals? Shangxian?" The little fat man asked the three of them.

"Fairy, do you think the aura in the earth can conceive a fairy?" Lin Chendong said to the little fat man who had read this story a lot.

"Cultivator?" The little fat man took a step back and asked after thinking.

"Almost." Lin Chendong said, the little fat man who didn't want to answer this question a lot.

A large piece of bluestone, under Lin Chendong's careful cutting, was cut into smaller and smaller pieces until the final middle.

I finally found the shape shown by the instrument. Judging from its color, it looked like a piece of gold. If it weighed one million yuan, it would not be a surprise.

Strangely, it is not only a piece of gold, but also a piece of gold medal, which is bigger than the palm of an adult and weighs about twenty or thirty catties.

"What kind of text is this?" The little fat man asked while looking at the gold medal emitting a faint golden light.

"This is ancient writing, even older than oracle bone inscriptions." Lin Chendong picked up the gold medal and said.

"Do you know what is recorded on it?" the little fat man asked, thinking to himself: "Could it be that this is a treasure left by our ancestors to our descendants? Also, how do they know that there is a gold medal in the bluestone?"

"Hunyuanzong!" Lin Chendong said.

"Hunyuanzong?"