161: C161 Killing Intent

C161 Killing Intent

"Master, please calm down. Master, please punish me!"

When the two girls saw Yang Xuan's silence, they thought that he was angry.

At this moment, Yang Xuan's arrow was already on the bow, and it seemed like he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Since it's your first time committing a crime, today's punishment will be slightly lighter. Pouting, everyone can just draw five times. There won't be a next time!"

"This servant begs Master to punish me severely!"

The two girls said in unison, "This servant has angered Master. Master, please do not be lenient. Master, please punish this servant severely. Otherwise, this servant will feel guilty in her heart."

F * ck!

Black lines appeared on Yang Xuan's forehead. He suspected that this pair of twin sisters had gotten addicted to being abused by Zhou Ahhu in the past. It was better that way?

"What are you talking about? You are bargaining with me. Plop!"

Yang Xuan deliberately pretended to be very angry. The two girls did not dare to speak anymore. They could only stand up and turn around, lying on the stone table.

Yang Xuan gulped. He whipped the two girls five times with the belt in his hand.

"This is just a lesson. If you dare to do it again next time, it will not be so easy!"

Yang Xuan said with a stern face, "Let's stop here for today. You two go and treat your wounds. Later, practice that sword technique properly. I have something to do, so I will leave first."

After saying that, he left in a hurry. He felt a wave of guilt in his heart. He secretly sighed that the talent of this Sword Spirit was too terrifying.

With that sword technique just now, even Yang Xuan himself did not know how many times he had to eat a whip. It had taken him a lot of time to reach his current level of skill.

But this pair of twin sisters had just started, and they were already at least 30% of Yang Xuan's current level of skill. This speed was even more fantastical than fantasy novels!

However, to Yang Xuan now, there was an additional problem that gave him a headache.

He had not even finished gathering all kinds of heavenly treasures and forging two peerless swords for the two girls. Now, there was another very troublesome matter: secret manuals.

Skylark and Haitang were both rarer than phoenix feathers and phoenix horns, and they also had rare Sword Spirit. Their talent far exceeded Yang Xuan's expectations, so he definitely had to find a top-notch sword technique secret manual for them. Otherwise, it would be a waste of heavenly resources.

As for top-notch sword technique secret manuals, let alone in the world of ordinary people, even the Dark World that Yang Xuan had once lived in was extremely rare.

Helpless, he could only call Lee Yu and ask her where she had the most books. He planned to go there and take a look.

Lee Yu replied that she was at Xinhua Bookstore. Yang Xuan cursed and then hung up the phone.

He secretly laughed at himself for being stupid. Why did he call an ordinary person to find martial arts secret manuals?

He reckoned that if he wanted to find such a thing, he would have to go to the antique market to take a look. Perhaps he would be able to pick up a loophole.

Nanjiang was an ancient city with a long history. In the eyes of ordinary people, the fame of the antique market here was not that great. However, those who truly knew the industry would often come all the way here to pick up scraps. There were people from all over the world.

Yang Xuan had just parked his car when a dozen people rushed over. "Boss, do you want antiques? My cousin just dug it out from his eyes."

"Boss, look at my family. My second uncle specializes in grave robbing!"

" Boss, go to my shop and take a look. My phone is Hu Ba, a professional! "

Black lines appeared on Yang Xuan's forehead. He must have read too many novels. What Hu Ba? His hometown was an exquisite ancient city, right?

In any antique market, 99% and 99% of what was on the surface was fake. This knowledgeable person knew that the reason he came here was to see if he could pick up the 0.1%.

Yang Xuan walked around in the market. He did not see anything valuable, but it made him feel very good. The people in the market were too funny. They were all good at acting.

An old man dressed like a farmer squatted on the ground and sold a scroll. He said that he dug it out from the ground when his old house was renovated.1

From the looks of it, it looked like a model. Someone asked the old man what it was.

The old man opened his big yellow teeth and had a thick local accent. "I don't know either. I dug it out when I was renovating the old house. I heard from my distant relative at the Cultural Relics Bureau in my city that he told me to hide this thing well. He said that this is God's calligraphy. I also don't know what is Qian Long. Why don't you exchange it for two money and let my son marry his wife?"

At this point, someone had already left while shaking their head.

Anyone who knew a little bit about the basics of these swindlers knew. Firstly, they pretended to know nothing about it, and secondly, their things must have been dug out from the underground of the old house. Thirdly, they would definitely have a distant relative working at the Cultural Relics Bureau.

As long as the words of the stall owner contained these three elements at the same time, the scammers would not be able to escape.

However, there were still some people who stayed where they were. Someone said, "Qian Long? You're bragging. Open it for us and see what's written inside."

The old man hesitated for a moment before saying, "Alright, but let's talk about it first. We'll take a look."

As he spoke, he carefully unfolded the scroll.

Inside was a set of flamboyant calligraphy. The color of the paper was simple and yellow, and the strokes were vigorous and graceful. Even Yang Xuan was stunned. Why did this thing look like it was real?

Especially the seal at the signature area. Whether it was the words, color, or corners, they were all exactly the same as the seal that Qian Long had used before!

However, when Yang Xuan recognized the content of the small seal script, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Even a three-year-old child would be familiar with the contents of the Small Seal Script. The translation of the Small Seal Script was: A drop of wine from the driver, two lines of tears from his family.

What kind of nonsense was this? Were all the counterfeiters so humorous now?

However, what made Yang Xuan flabbergasted was that this word was really bought at thirty thousand dollars. It was as if it was a treasure, and he was so happy that he could not close his mouth. He thought that he had picked up a big bargain.

Black lines appeared on Yang Xuan's forehead. No wonder there were so many swindlers now. It turned out that there were too many idiots. The market was too big, and the swindlers' supply could not meet the demand!

However, Yang Xuan did not expose them. On the one hand, he was not in the mood to meddle in other people's business. On the other hand, there were rules in the antique industry. There was no one who lied to who. If he bought fake things, he could only say that he had seen wrongly.

"D * mn, there's green. There's green. I'm rich. I'm rich! I'm rich!"

At this moment, a call suddenly came from not far away. Everyone was immediately attracted to the call. Yang Xuan thought that since he had nothing to do anyway, he would follow them to join in the fun.

This area was filled with all kinds of stones. It was the gambling area. Each person used twenty thousand yuan to cut out a piece of very good jade. In the blink of an eye, they earned several hundred thousand yuan. They were so happy that their jaws almost dropped.

Everyone on the side cast envious looks at him. The stone gambling vendor took the opportunity to shout, "This batch of stones are all new. Everyone is passing by. Don't miss the opportunity to make a fortune!"

Under the stimulation of the person in front, a group of people gathered around and began to buy stones.

Yang Xuan did not have X-ray vision, nor did he have the ability to determine what the pulp inside looked like by looking at it. He also did not have the ability to resonate with the so-called "Spirit Qi" in online novels.

To put it bluntly, he was a layman. He came here to join in the fun and kill time. If he saw the right stone, he would buy two pieces and cut it open to have fun. Anyway, he did not lack these two pieces of money.

Just as Yang Xuan picked a stone and was about to pay the bill, his face suddenly froze. His two pupils instantly shrank into the most dangerous needle-shaped light!

Killing intent!

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