Modern Cultivation Record

The classical temperament is a book breath, a refined breath, and a gentle breath of time. It has a characteristic that is very different from that of modern times. Few people in modern times have this characteristic.

Wang Zhenfei's surprise is of course not that the woman in front of her has classical temperament, but her classical temperament is very obvious, even a little strong, even an ordinary person can feel her special.

It was also the first time that Wang Zhenfei felt such a strong temperament in other people. It showed that the mental power was much stronger than other people.

Strong mental power will naturally be quite different from ordinary people, such as being smarter, sensitive, and more dangerous.

Wang Zhenfei was sure that the woman in front of him was not an ordinary waiter. But what exactly she is, has nothing to do with him.

Wang Zhenfei immediately turned his gaze on Zihao inside the counter. This antique was priced at 3.88 million yuan. Among many antiques, the price was relatively expensive, and he couldn't afford it.

"Can I take a look at this Zihao?" Wang Zhenfei asked. Although he can't afford it, he thinks it's okay to take it out and study the magic above.

Gu Ran nodded slightly curiously, took out the Zihao, and asked softly: "Sir, you seem to care more about this Zihao, can you tell me the reason?"

"Oh? Why do you think so?" Wang Zhenfei looked up, surprised by the intuition of the woman opposite.

Gu Ran smiled slightly, "It's just instinct."

Xinran handed out transparent gloves from the side and put them on Wang Zhenfei.

"Intuition can't convince me." Wang Zhenfei shook his head with a smile on his face.

Wang Zhenfei took Zihao, and at the same time, the force of will urged him to sense the magic power above. The magic power on Zihao is very thin. Attached to it, he tried to peel off these magical powers, but found that he couldn't do it.

He whispered in his heart and became more curious. If he could communicate smoothly with a part of the fantasy world, he could find the answer. After all, the use of magic power in the illusion world has reached a very high level.

But now he can barely find the answer with the other side.

Seeing Wang Zhenfei rubbing Zihao, as if observing or in a trance, Gu Ran and Xiang Xinran asked, and shook his head happily. It's just that she has curiosity in her eyes.

After a while, Wang Zhenfei withdrew his attention from Zihao, looked at Gu Ran, and said, "Can you tell me about this Zihao?"

"Of course you can." Gu Ran smiled slightly, and then talked about the history of this ancient artifact. Briefly narrate it, and attach your own evaluation of it.

"The reason why this piece of white purple hair has such great value is that it used to be the pen of the famous writer Wu Jingjing of the Qing Dynasty, and it has witnessed the existence of an outstanding writer. Moreover, according to various signs, this purple hair Perhaps it was the one that Mr. Wu Jingjing used to write the novel "The Legend of the Scholars" at the time, which is of extraordinary significance..."

"The Legend of the Scholars?" Wang Zhenfei had never heard of this book.

Gu Ran’s timely explanation did not despise because Wang Zhenfei hadn’t heard of the Confucianist legend: "The Confucianist legend, this is an ancient satirical novel. It reveals the corrupted human nature at the time, governing officials, and the malpractices of the imperial examination. All kinds of ethics have been deeply criticized,..."

But why does it have magic power? Wang Zhenfei was thinking about this problem. He listened to what Gu Ran said, and slowly had a guess in his mind, but to verify this guess, he had to take Zihao back to study it.

"Well, I see. Thank you." Wang Zhenfei expressed his gratitude sincerely.

Gu Ran smiled, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes. He opened his mouth and said, "If you really want to thank your husband, then you might as well tell me why you care about this purple eye."

Gu Ran is a very smart woman, she looks from Wang Zhenfei. The attitude of coming up to the second floor just now concluded that he must have been attracted by some aspect of Zihao, otherwise he wouldn't choose Zihao directly, and he walked over without seeing the other antiquities.

Although she has been sitting behind her counter, but basically paying attention to the entire second floor, she can sense every move of other people. This is a kind of talent.

In addition, the reason why she sits at this counter is not because she looks boring, but because she is also very interested in Zihao. She always thinks that Zihao is different from other ancient objects and has something that attracts her. It's just what she doesn't. I know, she did not find out after studying for a long time.

This is an intuition, and her intuition is very strong at this moment. Intuition tells her that the man opposite must know the secret of Zihao.

Wang Zhenfei felt that the voice of the woman opposite was too eager, and couldn't help but smile, "I just care more about antiquities like writing brushes."

Naturally, he would not tell the real reason.

Gu Ran is not so foolish, she is ice and snow smart, knowing that her attitude just now is a little bit more eager, so that the other party notices something wrong, and quickly said: "Sir, do you want to get this purple hair? I can give you a cheaper one. Oh."

Wang Zhenfei shook his head and said, "I still can't afford it, forget it. I'll look at other antiquities."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Gu Ran's eyes, but he said: "Nevertheless, I still welcome Mr. to come and buy in the future."

"if it is possible."

Wang Zhenfei didn't let himself be too concerned about the performance of that purple hao, and then looked at other antiquities.

Other ancient relics are not as special as Zihao. They only carry the breath of history. In fact, they are of little use to Wang Zhenfei, but they can be used to understand a lot of history. In addition to the land of China, there are also overseas and foreign histories. A waiter sitting at the counter has good knowledge and a rich understanding of the history of antiquities.

Wang Zhenfei could feel that Gu Ran was paying attention to him all the time. He acted like an ordinary guest and didn't let the other party see anything.

Gufangzhai still has a third floor, but customers like him are not eligible to go on it. They must spend a certain amount in Gufangzhai, because the antiquities on the third floor are more expensive and older.

About the time agreed with the bald head, Wang Zhenfei left Gufangzhai and went to the previous courtyard.

...

Not far from the yard, a bald man found him. With a weird look on his face, they took him to the yard. They thought that Wang Zhenfei just happened to be nearby. They didn't expect Wang Zhenfei to know their location well and could go anytime.

In the yard. Wang Zhenfei felt the strange atmosphere and had a feeling of being serious. This let him know that the other party was obviously unkind and was ready to do something to him here.

"Why, your boss is not going to come forward?"

In the same yard, the bald guy did not appear. People kept appearing all around, faintly surrounding him, they were holding wooden sticks, daggers and knives in their hands.

Standing in front of Wang Zhenfei was a fat man with round eyes. There is also the thin man before.

The thin man had a smile on his face, "Where is the money?"

"Money, of course there is, but you two don't have the ability to get it." Wang Zhenfei glanced at them without the slightest fear.

The fat man said angrily: "Boy what did you say, look down on us! Believe it or not, I've abolished you."

After the fat man finished speaking, the people around him were immediately ready to move.

The thin man hurriedly said: "Wait, give people a chance. Boy, what do you say? Want money or kill?" His tone became threatening.

Wang Zhenfei's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes became calmer. "That's how your boss does business? Very good, I like it."

"Grass, you can manage what our boss does?! Come on, let him go first!"

The fat man gave an order, and someone rushed out next to him.

One person held a wooden stick and waved it towards Wang Zhenfei's leg and took it straight from the joint.

At the moment when the stick is about to hit. Wang Zhenfei moved his right foot back and stepped on the wooden stick. Both feet clamped the stick on the left and right, and twisted. The stick immediately dropped out of the man's hand.

"Ciao!"

The man yelled, obviously not expecting to be hidden by the stick in an instant.

At this time, Wang Zhenfei was short, turning around, kicking with his left foot, hitting the chin of a person next to him, and kicking him out.

At the same time, when his body was spinning, the wooden stick between his feet also rotated, and finally fell into his hand. He held the wooden stick in his right hand, pointed it at the back of the original man’s neck, and swung it down. The man fainted immediately after he called "Ciao" in time.

Afterwards, Wang Zhenfei’s sticks or dots, or thorns, like butterflies piercing through flowers, dazzled people. They quickly repelled the crowds of young men who were surrounding them. They either lay on the ground and screamed in pain, or were knocked out. past.

There were some others who hadn't surrounded them, standing far away, and didn't dare to step forward. The effect caused by Wang Zhenfei's violent beating just now stopped them instantly.

Nima, what's the situation!

The fat and thin men on the side were stunned, "Ciao, is this juggling!"

In a short period of time, there were not many of the men standing. Even if they were standing, they did not dare to step forward, looking at Wang Zhenfei with fear.

The fat man glanced at Wang Zhenfei, then looked at other people, his eyes were fierce, and he roared: "Keep on for Laozi!" He rushed forward with a dagger in his own longing for Zhenfei.

Wang Zhenfei moved his feet and took a step forward at a very fast speed. Everyone only heard a "pop", the sound was very crisp, and the wooden stick hit the fat man's head who was rushing over. The fat man fainted directly with the dagger. Jingle fell to the ground.

The rest of the people stopped immediately, couldn't help swallowing, and looked at Wang Zhenfei and Nima with horror. This speed was too fast and too cruel.

Everyone looked at the fat man lying on the ground, is he dead?

Wang Zhenfei glanced at them, "Why, still want to come over?" Then, he looked at the thin man, "You call your boss out first, otherwise I can only let you lie down."

The thin man nodded hurriedly, shook off the sentence "Wait a minute." Then he hurried into the yard.

After a while, the bald youth hurried over and saw the man lying on the floor, his expression changed. When Wang Zhenfei was seen again, his expression was very cautious, "My friend, you are too cruel."

"Can't die. Where's my stuff?"

The bald youth had a gloomy face, and his voice said grimly: "The person who hit me still wants something! Are you not putting me in your eyes!"

Wang Zhenfei didn't speak, but just walked towards him. Since it didn't make sense, then only hit.

The bald youth's expression changed, and he took a wooden stick from the hand of his hand and rushed up to him, "Cao Nima, you were still playing in the mud when I was fighting."

"Old and small, this kid is fast!"

"Boss, I'll help you!"

There were reminders, and some rushed up.

The speed of the bald youth is not slow, and there is a fierce aura, a desperate posture, the wooden stick in his hand is full of the power of a murderous weapon, and he waved at Wang Zhenfei.

Wang Zhenfei was not hurried or slow, and his calm expression made the bald youth feel terrible.

"Ciao, what to pretend!"

The wooden stick in the hand of the bald youth suddenly accelerated and moved towards Wang Zhenfei's head, with a sulky look on his face.

The bald young man has practiced martial arts for more than ten years. He is very skilled. It is because he can fight that he can gather a group of boys and have a place in Gulan Street. Today, someone directly provoked him. How can he bear it? .

He believes that he is fast, strong enough, and can burst out in an instant. By surprise, he will definitely be able to beat the opponent to the ground and let the opponent know the fate of provoking him.

But the facts are obviously different from what he thought.

Wang Zhenfei's stick accurately held his stick, and Wang Zhenfei kicked it out like a whip, fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Snapped!

The bald young man only felt as if he had seen a phantom, and he squatted down, feeling like a river overwhelmed in his stomach.

Second Olympics!

The bald youth was holding his stomach, and the cold sweat came out in an instant, which was painful.

"Fuck Nima!" he scolded.

Wang Zhenfei kicked him immediately, lifted him into a ground gourd, and rolled back.

The younger brothers rushed to rescue the boss.

"Boss, I'll help you!"

"Save the boss!"

Wang Zhenfei waved his wooden club repeatedly, and several people lay on the ground.

Wang Zhenfei stepped on the bald youth's chest and looked at him condescendingly, "Sure?"

"Follow you!" The bald young man was very spine and stared at Wang Zhenfei fiercely.

"well!"

Wang Zhenfei smiled faintly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ stepped on his left hand with a foot, and ran a few times, and there were several sound of broken bones in his left hand.

"Ahhhh, **** Nima!" The sound of broken hand bones made the bald young man lose his voice in pain.

The other people who were still lying on the ground screamed and looked at the boss.

"Fuck Nima, let go of the boss!"

"Boy, there is something to come at me!"

The men screamed.

Wang Zhenfei just looked at the bald young man and asked, "Sure?"

"Serve your mother! Lao Tzu Cao Nima! There is a way to kill Lao Tzu!"

"Have a backbone! Like it!"

As he said in his mouth, Wang Zhenfei continued to step on his foot. This time he changed his right hand. The bald young man's right hand bone was also broken several times by him, and his whole body trembled in pain. To be continued