The hearts of everyone in the Xia family were in their throats!
The scholar-like Guo Hong frowned and shouted calmly.
However, there was no trace of calmness on his face!
There was no foam or sponge in my suitcase, it was all newspapers ordered by Fangzhou.
In the 1970s and 1980s, porcelain was sold and sold wrapped in newspapers.
The third bunch of newspaper oranges, I peeled them very slowly on purpose.
The slower it goes, the greater the pressure on the Xia family.
The slower it goes, the more it tortures people's nerves!
Not only the Xia family was tortured, but the people present were also tortured.
By the way, he tortured Wang Peng behind him.
I smashed his exclusive car, but he didn't even get angry, and even took Wang Xiaobai to watch my performance.
This Dapeng golden-winged eagle can handle it!
But now, ignore him!
Beat the Xia family to death first!
"Mr. Guo Da, you just said that there is no Xu Hui Cup in this world?".
When these words came out without any warning, Guo Hong's eyes tightened and his pupils trembled several times. Next to him, Huang Guanyang, Shen Yuming, and Xu Chunxiang stood on end as if they were struck by lightning.
"Indeed, indeed...indeed..."
For the first time, Guo Hong, a great scholar who was not afraid of the world, had a serious lag in his voice. He stared at my newspaper without blinking, showing unprecedented anxiety.
Stop with my hands!
Suddenly, the Xia family's upper and lower bodies couldn't help but tremble.
"Is this what your master said?"
I tore open the newspaper, put the third flower cup into the Yuan blue and white plate, and picked up another pile of newspapers from the tattered box.
The moment the third Lady Xi Flower God Cup made its debut, the tensed nerves of countless people suddenly relaxed. The most neat sound of exhalation was reproduced in the whole audience.
Huang Guanyang timidly wiped the sweat from his forehead, Shen Yuming and Xu Chunxiang looked at each other, showing how happy they were to survive the disaster.
Rarely, Xia Ershu, who had no idea how big the world was and how crazy he was, also sat down, showing unprecedented nervousness.
Needless to say, the Xia family's Taoist hearts are in chaos!
"It is indeed what my master said."
Guo Hongwu maintained his scholarly demeanor and responded to me: "In recent years, not only our Xia family has been looking for it, but collectors all over the world have also been looking for it."
"I wonder what you have to say, Mr. Tong?"
Since Guo Hong is so shameless in asking questions, I naturally want to teach Guo Daru a lesson.
"The Footpot Ghost King loves the Twelve Flower God Cup most in his life. He ordered the Oriental History Museum to take care of this matter."
"After countless burning, killing, looting and plundering, the Oriental History Museum successfully collected eleven flower cups, except for the August cup."
"Puyi became the emperor and went to the Ghost Town of Foot Basin to pay homage to the Ghost King. The Ghost King even specifically asked about the Flower God Cup."
"But I was told that the Flower God Cup was never taken out of the palace."
"The Ghost King is quite dissatisfied with this and feels sorry for it."
"A few years later, the Oriental History Museum finally found the August Cup in Lin'an."
"But by this time the little boy had already cracked and his feet were defeated."
"The August Cup was also loaded onto the Awa Maru. It eventually sank into the South China Sea forever."
"From now on, the August Cup will never be seen in the world."
My words were very soft, but they spread throughout the audience!
Guo Hong's face was heavy, showing a rare hint of admiration.
The five notaries whispered to each other and nodded. Even the mean old man on the stage raised his eyes and gave me a sideways glance.
"Mr. Tong, what you and my master said are almost completely consistent."
Guo Hong handed over to me again: "I would like to know which master did Mr. Tong come from?"
I dismissed this and said quietly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Guo Da, what I just said are all folk legends and cannot be taken seriously."
Under the mist.
A flash of red spread all over Guo Hong's face, and he was filled with righteous indignation.
The corners of my mouth curled up, and I said numbly: "If the wild history
If the legends are true, then my August Cup should be fake! "
Guo Hong blinked and straightened up like a spring. His eyes pierced the palm of my hand.
"The branches grow in the infinite moon, and the flowers are full of... nature... autumn."
Reading this poem aloud, I raised my right hand, with five claws bent, holding a blue and white multicolored cup with osmanthus painted on it in my palm, and slowly lowered it.
At that moment, my hand turned into the palm of Tathagata, fell from the sky, and landed flatly on the blue and white plate with green dragons crisscrossing it.
Intuit.
A clear sound of creation silences heaven and earth, travels through the past and present, and spans the universe.
Xia Er stretched out his foot-long neck with his arms and let out a heart-breaking scream: "Xu Hui Cup!!!"
"Xu... Huibei!"
Shen Yuming, who was two meters away, was shaking his head, trembling and screaming, as if he was seeing a god.
Xu Chunxiang looked at the August Cup with wide eyes and shouted seriously as always: "Fake! Qianlong's. Fake! Qianlong's!"
"Shut up!"
Ma Jianli rushed up, gave Xu Chunxiang a hard blow on the back, and turned around to get the Flower God Cup.
"Shut up!"
Guo Hong shouted in a deep voice and crept forward, striding like a meteor, racing fast, raising his hand to catch.
Ma Jianli and Guo Hong grabbed the rim of the August cup almost at the same time.
In an instant, the two people's fingers flicked away as if they were electrocuted, and then popped out again in an instant. "Senior brother, I'll take a look first."
"I...okay. Look."
"calm down!"
Guo Hong shouted calmly, his eyes were anxious and his breathing was disordered: "Look, don't tell me. I'll do it myself."
"predict with confidence!"
"Calm down!"
Ma Jianli nodded heavily, his right hand trembled slightly, he took a deep breath and then held it.
As in the past, Ma Jianli still used the same identification method. Only this time, the position of his hands was hovering above a pile of newspapers on the ground.
There's nothing to say about Ma Jianli's handwork, and his mental quality is just okay!
It’s just okay!
If your hands shake when you hold an August cup, then don’t shake them if you hold a Sanqiu cup or a chicken pot cup!
After looking at the work for a long time, Ma Jianli couldn't put it down and held the August cup. Shen Yuming beside him was so anxious that he kept urging him.
Guo Hong's eyes next to him were also red.
"Have you finished reading? Let me take a look."
Out of the blue, the old president of the Xileng Seal Society appeared with a stern voice: "It's been a long time and I still haven't finished reading it. I'm really worried."
Ma Jianli turned a deaf ear and seemed to be possessed by a demon.
At this time, I quietly said, "President Lin, I have another one here. You can enjoy it slowly."
