Fisherman's Secret

Fang Jing majored in cultural relics appraisal. In addition to rich theoretical knowledge, the most important thing in this field is reading ability and experience.I have accumulated a lot of theoretical knowledge in the four years of university, but there are very few opportunities for practice.

How can an ordinary college student have so many opportunities to come into contact with real cultural relics.

Although Fang Jing was [-]% sure, but in order to be [-]% sure, he still sent a copy of the photos he took to his tutor, and briefly explained the process of discovering the wood, hoping that the guide could help him identify it.

Firstly, the mentor's vision must be better than his, and he can help him identify the value of this piece of wood; secondly, the mentor is still a little famous in the cultural relics world, and he knows many collectors. Fang Jing also hopes to take this opportunity to let the mentor Help him connect with a more reliable buyer.

Fang Jing sent the picture, but the instructor didn't reply.Fang Jing knew that he was a busy person and would not reply emails in such a timely manner. Fang Jing put his phone on the bed, took his clothes and went to take a shower.

The light was on in the bathroom, and there was the sound of rushing water, and a vague figure was reflected on the glass on the door.

Fang Jing paused when he pushed the door, touched his ears, and planned to go outside and wash it with cold water. This is inconvenient because there are so many people in the family, and there is always a queue to go to the bathroom when taking a shower.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of the water stopped, and the bathroom door was opened from the inside. Cen Jiu came out with his upper body naked, wearing a pair of floral underpants of the same style as Fang Jing's, and with his long wet hair in his arms.

Cen Jiu's hair was dry and hard, and it was like straw after washing. It felt a bit malnourished.His face was very thin, with high cheekbones, deep-set eye sockets, and a raised nose bridge. His face was well-defined, with sharp lines, and his facial features were aggressive.

Such a masculine and masculine appearance, even in the entertainment industry where handsome men are produced, he is still a first-class handsome guy.

Cen Jiu was tall, standing in front of Fang Jing, he was half a head taller than him.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Jing, turned around and entered the main room, leaving only Fang Jing with a clean back, with smooth and beautiful back muscles gathered around his thin waist, and finally he was caught by a shady old man The beach shorts are tightly covered.

Only then did Fang Jing discover that Cen Jiu's body was thin, but not thin. His whole body was full of sinews, but it was not the kind of bulging and exaggerated muscles. The strength and explosiveness of the body were compressed to the extreme, and finally stuffed into the limited body, the lines were smooth and beautiful, every inch of skin, every muscle was full of strength, there was absolutely no superfluous part, slender and firm, full of explosive power.

Fang Jing stared intently, and subconsciously squeezed his arm, which was not limp but definitely muscular, thinking, this is the kind of male god who looks thin when dressed, and has flesh when he undresses, okay? Compared to Cen Jiu, those so-called male gods are simply too weak.

The too hot gaze behind him was like a tangible arrow, piercing Cen Jiu's beautiful back muscles.

Cen Jiu turned his head slightly, looked at Fang Jing and raised his eyebrows.

"how?"

"Your hair is too long, do you want to cut it?" Fang Jing suggested.

He rarely saw men with long hair, and it was as long as Cen Jiu, but it didn't look feminine.

"Your body and skin are from your parents, so you dare not hurt them." Cen Jiu said indifferently.

Well, this is an old antique from a time-travel, and shouldn't ask for too much.

Fang Jing rubbed his nose, obediently went to the bathroom to wash up.

In the spacious bathroom, because Cen Jiu had just finished taking a bath, there was steam, and the faint scent of bath frankincense filled the tip of his nose, creating an indescribable smell.

Fang Jing's young heart couldn't help being a little restless. He turned on the cold water, turned on the shower to the maximum, and poured it over his head, suppressing the dryness that was not always present in his body.

After showering comfortably, Fang Jing returned to the main room.

Cen Jiu was practicing kung fu standing in the yard. Every move was very simple, but it carried an indescribable ferocity.

The evening wind blows past, the jujube tree branches and leaves in the yard move with the wind, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on this small courtyard.

Standing at the gate, Fang Jing watched Cen Jiu practice, and suddenly felt a sense of time and space, as if he saw the distant past, the unknown Great Qi Dynasty, and the little Cen Jiu was doing the exercise alone. Those fierce and ruthless moves, day after day, year after year, until the end of life.

Cen Jiu retreated, turned around and looked at Fang Jing, his indifferent handsome face was expressionless, but Fang Jing always felt that there was an indescribable emotion in his gaze.

Fang Jing stood inside the door, and Cen Jiu stood outside the door under the jujube tree. The two were bathed in the golden brilliance of the setting sun, and looked at each other. A strange feeling flowed between them.

Until a crisp mobile phone rang, breaking the silence between the two.

It was Fang Jing's tutor Professor Lu calling.

Could it be that the tutor read the email he sent?

Fang Jing immediately picked up the phone.

"Xiao Fang, I've seen the photo you sent. It looks like ebony, but I still need to see it with my own eyes to confirm it." Professor Lu's voice couldn't hide his excitement. Thinking of being able to see such a big real ebony with his own eyes, and according to Fang Jing's description, it is very likely to be the best golden nan ebony among ebony, he can't wait to fly to Fang Jing's house immediately.

Fang Jing was overjoyed. Hearing Professor Lu's tone, he seemed to want to visit the fishing village himself.

Sure enough, after Professor Lu finished speaking, before he could answer, he continued to ask, "Xiao Fang, I remember that your hometown is a small fishing village near Jingcheng."

"Yes, it's a small fishing village called Dongzhuang." Fang Jing asked tentatively, "Although it's not the best time to eat seafood, but after all, the seafood is fresh, and our fishing village is not developed. , the environment is very good, does the teacher want to come and play for a few days?"

Professor Lu smiled heartily: "I'm just thinking about it, and I'm afraid it will be inconvenient for you."

"It's not inconvenient. The teacher is willing to come, I can't ask for it." Fang Jing said immediately.

"That's fine, it's settled." Professor Lu hung up the phone after speaking, and arranged to go to the fishing village.

When Fang Jing was on the phone, Cen Jiu kept listening with his ears up, his face full of confusion.Fang Jing did not play the external voice. For the ancients who had never been influenced by modern convenience technology, Fang Jing was talking to himself.

"Is this the phone?" Cen Jiu rarely asked.

"Yes. The person who called just now is my teacher. He plans to come to the fishing village to see the piece of ebony we picked up." Fang Jing said in a very good mood, "The teacher is an expert in this field. As long as he can be sure that it is ebony, then We'll be rich."

Cen Jiu couldn't understand Fang Jingcai's mood at all, but Fang Jing's expression of baring his teeth in joy made Cen Jiu feel very comfortable.

Compared with Fang Jing who always frowns and looks preoccupied, he finds that he still prefers to see Fang Jing's happy smiling face. That smile seems to have magic power, which makes people who watch it feel happy.

"By the way." Fang Jing remembered something, opened the drawer, took out a black dagger, handed it to Cen Jiu, and said, "Is this yours? I picked it up when I was fishing for wood, but it seems Curled up."

Cen Jiu took it over and fumbled for the curl on the blade. The expression on his face was very complicated. The mixed joy of finding something lost was mixed with a little bit of regret, and even sad nostalgia. Cen Jiu's indifferent and impersonal paralyzed face seemed much more human.

Is this dagger something important?Is it an engagement token for a loved one?Or is it a parting gift from a friend of life and death?Or was it a reward from Emperor Daqi, who Cen Jiu swore his lifelong allegiance above the high hall?

Who did Cen Jiu think of at this moment?loved ones?spouse?Best friend?brother?

Fang Jing guessed uneasily that Cen Jiu's face looked sad as if he was about to cry.

But Cen Jiu exhaled suddenly, and said, "This weapon is called Yishan, and it's the same set as the broken pair of wrist guards. They are all relics of my adoptive father."

The name Yi Shan not only means that this dagger is a rare sharp weapon, extremely sharp, but also describes his adoptive father Ying Shiba's superb martial arts, killing people and killing them with only a flicker of the weapon's cold light.

But such a powerful person stayed under the water forever for a gloomy tree, leaving no bones.

Zhuquetang dispatched a total of 38 hidden guards to search along the river bank, and finally only found his famous weapon, Blink.

"My condolences." Fang Jing opened his mouth, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but found that he couldn't say a word.

Say what?

Cen Jiu grew up in a completely different era from him. His life experience and growth environment are very different. He neither knows Ying Shiba nor can he imagine what Cen Jiu's life was like in the past. No matter what he says at this time, he will only appear Ridiculous hypocrisy.

While Fang Jing was thinking wildly, Cen Jiu turned the dagger around, handed the hilt end to Fang Jing and said, "Here you are."

"No no no no no..." Fang Jing quickly refused, "This is a very important thing, it's better to keep the important things by yourself."

Moreover, Cen Jiu has a special identity. This dagger is not only a relic of his adoptive father, but also a witness of his status as a Daqi person. Fang Jing felt that if he took it, it would be tantamount to completely obliterating everything Cen Jiu had in the Daqi Dynasty. .

With an indifferent expression, Cen Jiu stuffed the dagger into his hand and strode out.

Fang Jing looked at the gap dagger with a somewhat curled blade, thought for a while and chased it out, and said to Cen Jiu's back: "Then I'll keep it for you first, and I'll return it to you after it's repaired."

Cen Jiu paused slightly, and his inaudible voice came from the sea breeze.

"Ah."