If you want to destroy Long Yao's reputation and prestige in the area of antique appraisal that he is best at, you must find the most suitable props.
There are such props, but they are very rare!
After shopping around Laomendong, which is similar to Yandu Liulichang, I didn’t find anything.
It was still early, so I was not in a hurry and slowly returned to the Qinhuai Antique Market, wandering around at the street stalls and listening to the anecdotes of the street vendors who traveled all over the country.
"It is said that there was a coffin site on Xiaolongjing Mountain in the West Lake. It was locked up by the Hong family of Gusu a few years ago. It is said that when the Hong family buried their old ancestors, a dragon aura arose and could be seen from half of the West Lake."
"Hong family? Which Hong family?"
"Descendants of Hong Xiuquan."
"Hong Xiuquan still has descendants? Weren't they all killed by Zeng Guofan?"
"The city of Jinling was destroyed. Only Hong Xiuquan's nephew Hong Chunkui escaped and went to Hong Kong Island to join the world's largest gang."
"Later, Hong Chunkui launched an initiative to establish the Ming Dynasty Shuntian Kingdom and recommended Rong Hong as the leader."
As always, in today's antique city, half of the stalls are filled with bracelets. An elegant and grey-haired old man raised a book in his hand and shouted impassionedly: "Rong Hong. The first person from China to study abroad."...
"This is the story of the spread of Western learning to the East written by Rong Hong a century ago. The original version of Shitgunwen will only sell you 1,800 yuan!"
Squatting across from the stall was a gentle middle-aged man.
"Give me money!"
The middle-aged man spoke less proficient Mandarin and took the old book from the vendor with a smile: "Boss, can you tell us more about the coffin site in Xiaolongjing Mountain in the West Lake?"
"There's nothing to talk about. The dragon's lair has been taken."
The old vendor greedily counted the red banknotes, his shrewd eyes kept wandering around the middle-aged man: "The coffin site on Xiaolongjing Mountain is only issued to the third grade. We have a coffin site on Zijin Mountain in Jinling, which was used by the emperor. Originally, it was for the emperor. This coffin site was reserved for Zeng Guofan."
The middle-aged man exclaimed, becoming interested: "Purple Gold Mountain? Can we still bury it now?"
"Of course I can't bury it. But, about this coffin..."
"Back then, Zeng Guofan's younger brother had already prepared the dragon robe for Zeng Guofan, just waiting for Zeng Guofan to become emperor in the blink of an eye."
"People all over the world were waiting for Zeng Guofan to make Jinling his capital and restore the great cause of the Han family. However, Zeng Guofan gave up."
"Before this, Zeng Guoquan also invited the descendants of Guiguzi to come and see the Purple Mountain, and he pointed out all the acupoints of the True Dragon Emperor that had been blessed for eighty years."
"It's a pity that Zeng Guofan didn't take that step in the end." ap..
At this point, the old vendor coughed and said, "This Guiguzi and Guiguzi's Book of War are both Republic of China editions, as well as this local chronicle about the legend of Jinling Feng Shui. I'll charge you a total of five thousand and eighty."
"Give me money!"
The middle-aged man casually asked for money and handed the old vendor a cigarette: "Boss, please say a few more words."
The old vendor's eyelids twitched fiercely, he lit a cigarette and whispered softly: "What I'm going to tell you next is the top secret among top secrets."
"Xiang Yu made a golden basin for Yu Ji and buried her on a mountain in the West Lake."
"When the last ray of the sun hits the top of Leifeng Pagoda on the eighth day of August, it is the place where the golden basin is buried."
The middle-aged man asked softly with twinkling eyes: "Is there a book?"
The old vendor suddenly hissed, full of regret, but he pretended to be serious and shook his head: "How can there be any book on such a top secret? It's all passed down by word of mouth."
"After the Leifeng Pagoda fell, this treasure cave will never be found again."
"Back then, the Shenzhou Dragon-Slaying Team dug up two green snakes in the Leifeng Pagoda underground palace. I saw this with my own eyes."
"But, regarding the treasures of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom..."
As he spoke, the old vendor opened his snakeskin pocket and took out a thin manuscript. He couldn't put it down and touched it again and again: "Back then, there was an unknown fortune teller who was successful in practicing Taoism and traveled down the mountain in search of the truth."
"One day, this person was passing by a poor village and saw a group of half-grown children playing together.
"This man approached to ask for directions, but saw these half-grown children
Every one of them has the appearance of great wealth and great honor. "
"This person felt strange. He carefully looked back at the terrain and the direction of the dragon veins, and found that this place is a place of barren mountains and harsh waters."
"But it just so happens that these half-grown children all have true dragon unicorns in their faces and bones."
"After being puzzled for a long time, this person had serious doubts about his own magic. It is not easy for a man in the mountains to survive in troubled times. How can he become rich? How can a bunch of destiny true dragons and unicorns be gathered together in a small village? "
"In the end, this person gave up his practice and went home directly to become a farmer."
"result……"
"In a few years, these half-grown children all grew up. One of them, after failing the science test four times in a row, dreamed of an old man named God one night."
"The old man told him that he had a half-brother who was doing well in the West, and told him to go to a place called Solomon's Temple to play with his brother when he had free time."
"When he left, God gave him a book."
Speaking of this, the old vendor raised his hand and raised the manuscript.
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed. He stared at the manuscript and shouted, "Is this the one God gave to Hong Xiuquan? Does God also know Chinese characters? Or is it Traditional Chinese?"
The old vendor laughed: "Of course not!"
"This book belongs to that fortune teller. To be honest, my great-grandfather is this fortune teller."...
The middle-aged man suddenly understood, his eyes were fascinated and he spoke softly: "This book..."
"This book is called the Tongshi Baojian. It can observe the appearance of people and bones, the mountains and rivers, and the past, present and future..."
"I won't be able to learn this book. When my grandfather passed it on to me, he said that I need to find someone who is destined. This is something that can save the world..."
The middle-aged man looked solemn and said in a solemn voice: "Excuse me, how much is fate worth?"
The old vendor immediately said: "Eighteen thousand!"
"Give me money!"
