Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 790 Poisoning
A few minutes later, the rope in Zhao Gang's hand was untied, but he was not happy, because Wang Na had one condition for untying the rope, that is to give him a medicine.

Thousand Insects Eat Heart Pill!
"This elixir is the most poisonous poison in our village. If you are disobedient, I just need to ring the bell in my hand, and you will feel a thousand insects eating your heart and lungs!"

Wang Na picked up a small copper bell in her hand. On top of the bell was an octopus spider with a very strange shape.

"You're bluffing me. What age is it now? Did your people in the village know about the fall of the Qing Dynasty?" Zhao Gang squeezed his fists and found that his strength had fully recovered, so he was no longer afraid of Wang Na.

"Gua Wazi, you found this by yourself."

Wang Na smiled slightly, and then rang the bell in her hand.

The clear and loud ringtone suddenly turned into a death-threatening demon in Zhao Gang's ears. He felt as if his internal organs were being bitten by some living thing. The severe pain could not be described in words.

Even though Zhao Gang's endurance far exceeded that of ordinary people, he couldn't help but groan under such severe pain. The sweat on his forehead was like rain, and his whole body was arched in pain.

"Hee hee, do you finally believe it now?" Wang Na showed an excited smile on her face. She was born in Qianbai Mountain in the southwest, where people are best at using poison.

"Believe it, I believe it, you stop now."

Zhao Gang is like Monkey King who met Tang Seng who could recite scriptures. Even though he had all the skills, he stumbled. Now he dare not underestimate this Wang Na.

"From now on, you have to listen to me. If I tell you to go east, you can't go west. If I tell you to stand, you can't sit down. Do you hear me?"

Holding the bell in her hand, Wang Na glared at Zhao Gang.

Even though Zhao Gang has 1 reluctances, it's just that the hero is short of breath at the moment, so let's admit it first.

The two had reached an agreement, and Wang Na also put the bell away.

"By the way, have we arrived in Yiwen City yet?" Zhao Gang asked Wang Na hastily.

After all, the main purpose of my going down the mountain is to find out Wang Hao's whereabouts, as for other things, let's put it aside for a while.

"It's already here. There will be a small stone betting meeting tonight, and the other party may be present." Wang Na nodded.

As the accompanying capital of the south, Yiwen City is an out-and-out thousand-year-old city. Although it is small in scale, it guards Huguan in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River. In the past, many small southern courts, such as the Southern Song Dynasty and Southern Ming Dynasty, would send heavy troops to guard it.

In addition to its profound cultural background, Yiwen City is also a buffer zone for the cultures of the north and the south. There are mixed fish and dragons, and there are all kinds of people. The water is very deep.

"By the way, you should know the Miaojiang Gu technique, right?" Zhao Gang and Wang Na wandered around the most famous Pantao Street in Yiwen City, which is the most famous antique street in Yiwen City.

"I know." Wang Na said, and took out two photos, which Zhao Gang recognized at a glance, and one was the one from the ancient tomb of Mengshan.

But besides that one, there was another one, which meant that Wang Na already had one in her hand.

Zhao Gang took the photo from Wang Na's hand and put it together on a piece of square stone. Although one photo was missing, he could still see the general idea, "Do you know the origin of this painting?"

"Guanxiu's Miaojiang Gu Technique." Wang Na nodded, "According to my investigation, everyone who goes to the Western Regions should have one, but I don't know why everyone has such a thing."

"Do you think it has something to do with the hunt back then?" Zhao Gang looked at the photo repeatedly, but found nothing particularly strange.

"This is not very clear, unless you can find the original Guanxiu, but this thing is hard to find. Emperor Qianlong couldn't find it all his life."

Wang Na shook her head. It was not easy to find Guanxiu's authentic works. She had worked hard for so many years and found some old imitations, but she found nothing at all.

"Shouldn't bring these things around for no reason..."

Zhao Gang muttered to himself.

"The authentic works of Guanxiu, a painter of the Five Dynasties, don't miss it when you pass by."

At this moment, a yell not far away caught the eyes of the two.

"Boss, where is the original work of your body, show it to me?" Zhao Gang followed the sound and found the booth of an old man with a gray beard.

The old man raised his head and glanced at Zhao Gang, with a smile on his face, "Young man, I definitely can't put Guanxiu's authentic work outside, come with me to have a look."

"Okay, then go in and have a look." Zhao Gang nodded.

The old man did not immediately lead Zhao Gang in, but glanced at Wang Na who was standing at the door, "Little girl, come in and have a look."

"Forget it, I'm not interested in that thing." Wang Na shook her head.

Hearing what Wang Na said, Zhao Gang couldn't help frowning. He felt a little strange, how could Wang Na say that she was not interested in Guanxiu's paintings.

Do you think the old man took out fakes?
Thinking of this, Zhao Gang glanced at the shop, and he found that the antique shop is not big, and there are not many things inside, mostly porcelain and jade.

Most of the things here are imitations, and some are low-level imitations, but anyone with a little discernment can tell.

Zhao Gang also knew in his heart that this old man definitely didn't have that kind of genuine national treasure, but even if it was a fake, he wanted to take a good look at it.

The old man nodded resentfully, and then led Zhao Gang to walk inside. When passing through a long corridor, the old man suddenly turned around and locked the iron gate on one side.

"You are?" Zhao Gang frowned.

"Young man, my stuff is very precious. It would be bad if someone with a heart set eyes on it!" The old man muttered, and continued to move forward. Seeing that Zhao Gang had no doubts, a treacherous smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

In the end, the old man stopped in front of an old warehouse, and then randomly took out a calligraphy and painting from a waste cardboard box beside him.

"This is the painting you want."

The old man directly stuffed this waste paper-like painting into Zhao Gang's arms.

"what do you mean?"

Zhao Gang frowned, probably understood in his heart.

"What do you mean?" The old man's tone suddenly became impatient, and his eyes became stern, "This is the authentic work of Guanxiu. It costs 5 yuan, and nothing less."

"You are in broad daylight, are you trying to blackmail me?" Zhao Gang showed a playful smile on his face.

"Young man, you guessed it right, but it's too late now!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, four or five strong men appeared around him, each with fierce eyes, as if they wanted to swallow Zhao Gang alive.

(End of this chapter)