As a descendant of Nuwa, what’s wrong with having a little skill?

Jinghe led the soldiers to move things upstairs, Feng Liqi left directly, and Teacher Ao followed everyone and picked up an object seemingly at random.

The soldier from the secret team was about to remind Teacher Ao that the item was made of bronze and was very heavy.

But I saw Teacher Ao easily carrying the two bronzes into the elevator with one hand.

Several people looked at each other. It was indeed the hometown of Master Zhu Wei. Even a middle-aged gentleman who looked frail was so powerful. It was because they were short-sighted and thought they were invincible.

Unexpectedly, Jingu Village is the real hidden dragon and crouching tiger.

When everyone was moving things, they couldn't help but look at Jing He. The older ones had already started moving things, why didn't the young people take action yet.

Jinghe looked around and picked up bottles of calligraphy and painting. He felt the contemptuous looks of a group of people.

Jing Hejiao, although he is relatively strong now, he is still relatively strong compared to ordinary people. Compared with someone like Teacher Ao who strives to conquer mountains and rivers, I'm sorry, he can't do it, he doesn't know how, he is an ordinary person, and it will be very difficult for him to do this.

Teacher Ao looked at Jing He's embarrassed look and smiled, "Master Feng just asked you to take them to the hot springs later, just to teach you kung fu and cherish your opportunity. If you stay with Master Feng, you may not be able to do so in the future." Worse than these people.”

these people! The smile on Teacher Ao's face faded. Compared to pure warriors like Qi Hanchang and others, these people couldn't suppress the smell of blood. They were like murderous weapons in the world and could hardly suppress their true nature.

Zhu Wei probably saw it and sent them here to let Feng Liqi cleanse the murderous aura from their bodies. It is not easy to cultivate a fighting demon body. It is boring to use it in two or three years.

The prerequisite for any peace is that there are people who bear the burden and move forward, and this group of people are heroes who will never see the light of day. They even do things that are only beneficial to the country and go against their conscience.

No wonder Feng Liqi let them go to the Mountain God Pond without any hesitation. Master Feng must have left to adjust the water quality of the Mountain God Pond.

Hang out with this group of people...

Teacher Ao couldn't help but look at Jinghe sympathetically, hoping that he could bear it. He had just returned home and had to endure the pain that most people have to endure. Teacher Ao silently expressed sympathy for Jinghe and wished him good luck.

The elevator was too slow to go up and down. The soldiers found the position of the step ladder and ran up directly carrying their things from the step ladder. After putting it down, they jumped directly from the third floor to save time.

Master Zhuwei said that he had done special processing so that their rough hands and feet could not damage these things. In this case, they only wanted speed and did not worry about damaging things.

Jing He had been running back and forth with a soldier for five times. Jing He was a little numb, and suddenly felt like a waste in the world. He also lamented that he had a good ability to protect himself abroad, but he was severely hit on the first day after he came back.

When did China's military become so powerful? Aren't they transport troops? How come it seems like everyone has installed an additional turbo.

Jing He just gave up and continued to move things. He felt that if he continued to move things, he would be humiliating himself and would be despised by others.

He took advantage of the situation and picked up a painting he had just taken, and opened it casually, wondering whose work it could be with the wind blowing all the way.

Jinghe slowly opened the scroll and closed it immediately after seeing the first few words. He rubbed his eyes. It wasn't like he was dreaming and he didn't wake up. What did he see just now?

Jing He opened the scroll again and read out in a low voice along with what was written on it, "In the ninth year of Yonghe, when he was in Guichou, at the beginning of late spring, he would gather at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji, to repair the evil spirits. All the virtuous people had arrived, and all the young and old had gathered together. . Here there are high mountains, dense forests and tall bamboos; there are also clear and turbulent streams, which are reflected on the left and right, making them look like flowing wine cups and meandering water, and they sit next to each other. Although there are no flourishes of silk and bamboo orchestral music, one wine cup and one chant are enough to express the quiet feelings. "

Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface" didn't say that he was buried in Emperor Wu's mausoleum, so why is it here?

Jing He opened the entire painting and couldn't help curling up his fingers. He believed in one thing. There were no imitations in the Jingu Museum. Since this "Lanting Preface" appeared here, it must be stated that this was definitely the real thing. .

It is unbelievable that it is genuine. According to legend, the Emperor's Accompanying Collection is so intact in the Jingu Museum that the relevant departments may come to investigate.

That's not right, they all say it is said to be a legend, but no one has any evidence, so why should they say it is a burial object? Such a complete scroll with ambergris in it, and no earthy smell, must not have come from underground.

Even if there is, go check Zhuwei. The things he donated were sent by soldiers. They must have been exposed. Anyway, the exhibition at Jingu Museum is open to everyone. Whoever reports it will provide evidence. They are only responsible for the exhibition. Others are not. No explanation is given.

There were other items, including some ancient swords and knives. Jinghe no longer dared to judge casually. He sent a message to Professor Chi and quickly came over to compile copywriting for these items.

Oh, there is only one chance to get started, don't worry if they are not interested, Wang Xizhi is so casual, the others are not nameless antiques, he cannot be the only one to feel the shock.

Professor Chi did not reply to the message immediately. It is estimated that the elderly are still sleeping, but the soldiers have almost moved three cars of things. There are many particularly large things that I don’t know how they moved them.

Soon the Japanese and Korean pavilions were all packed, including some exquisite ones. Jing He asked them to put them in the Hua Guo pavilion. After making sure that everything had been unloaded, he went out and locked the two pavilion doors and closed them to the public for the time being.

Then he took all the soldiers to the Mountain God Pond. What Jinghe didn't notice was that after they left, the antiques in the Japan and Korea Pavilion were floating in the air. She quickly unpacked all the packages and showed them all.

Then it quickly returned to its original packaged appearance, and deeper into the Huaguo Pavilion, suddenly clouds and mist filled the hall. The repaired Huaguo Pavilion was once again expanded and a new round of decoration began.

Professor Chi, who lives far away in Nanhua City, got up on time at five o'clock in the morning. According to his habit for many years, he first went for a three-thousand-meter jog, then ate rice noodles, went home, took a shower, and walked to school.

However, with the popularity of mobile phones in recent years, he has also developed a bad habit of opening his mobile phone first thing after getting up to see if there is any important information.

Jing He, who often keeps in touch with them and consults about antiques, sent him a message.

"Mr. Chi, bring your friends and come to Jingu Village to be volunteers. You only have one chance to get started with these!" Jing He took a picture of the piles of packages.

Professor Chi sneered. This young man bullied the elderly and actually asked them to work as volunteers for him. Their old bones had to clean up such a mountain of parcels, and they were still half disabled even if they were not dead.

But Professor Chi couldn't stop laughing in Jinghe's second picture. He wanted to put his face on the screen of his mobile phone, zoom in and zoom in!

"F*ck!" Professor Chi never thought that one day he would be able to speak in perfect detail. He also watched the key recording of Master Feng's live broadcast that day.

The things Master Feng took out were all well-kept collections. They were definitely not wholesale express packages. What were they? Was more stuff being sent back?

No, the customs will not allow Jinghe to transport things back so casually. National treasures are something that everyone will cherish, except Tufuzi.

But where did these come from? Are they really all antiques? Or is it Wang Xizhi’s level?

Professor Chi turned left and right and couldn't sit still. His wife shouted, "Old man Chi, why are you running? Why don't you go quickly? Don't be late for class later and ask your students to teach for you."

Professor Chi came to his senses and said, "No, we really have to find someone to take over the teaching. Let me see where Jiazhi is? Ask him to arrange for a student to attend class. Then he quickly packs up and takes all his brothers and sisters with him. Let's go to Jingu Village to eat at a big restaurant. go!"