hold on to that dragon

When Feng Wangbei and Wu Buxiao were staring at the calligraphy, someone walked behind them and looked at it together. After a while, the person praised: "Good calligraphy, worthy of being the best book in the world."

The two turned their heads and saw a man with curly hair. He had a gentle appearance and was wearing glasses. He seemed more suitable for attending academic lectures, rather than a place where naked men and women walked back and forth in front of them.

"It is said that the original works are in the emperor's mausoleum, and all that are handed down are just copies." Feng Wangbei said.

"Maybe. But I think this picture might be real." The man didn't look at Feng Wangbei, his eyes were glued to the words on the wall, he seemed to be a knowledgeable person.

Feng Wangbei didn't express any further opinions. Experts have disputes about the authenticity, and there is nothing to say about his half-bucket status.

After a while, the curly-haired man probably had seen enough of that picture, and shifted his gaze to Feng Wangbei's face, and then a smile floated on his lips: "You are Master Feng, right?"

Hearing the title of young master, Feng Wangbei was a little tangled: "Yes... Could it be that you are my father's friend?"

Fengwang Bei's family members - including but not limited to his father - called him Young Master.It used to be called face to face, but now it is called behind the scenes.

In the past, it was because Feng Wangbei didn't think much of it when he was young, but later he went to school, came into contact with normal human beings, and realized that he was different from others, so he began to refuse to be called young master.

His family accepted his protest very calmly, corrected their mistakes humbly, and called him by his first name in accordance with the principle of equality for everyone he requested.

But later Feng Wangbei found out that they were just fooling him, doing one thing in person and another in the other's back, but privately he was still shouting happily.

The young Feng Wangbei was full of anger: These unscrupulous people... dare to lie to me!

Then...he chose to pretend not to know about it...

"Yes, my name is Xue Meicheng. I know your dad very well. I also study folklore and have worked with your dad for a while."

Before Feng Xuan went into business, he studied folklore and spent several years in a museum.

"I saw you when you were young, and you were only this tall." The man compared the position of his waist.

Feng Wangbei looked at Xue Meicheng's face, he had no impression of this person, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "Then I'll call you Brother Xue."

This person doesn't seem to be in the same age group as his father, and his father doesn't look old, but he doesn't look like he's in his 40s, and he looks like he's in his thirties at most.

Xue Meicheng laughed heartily: "Okay, just watch and call."

"Brother Xue, is this handwriting authentic?" Since this person is his father's former colleague, he probably has some skills.

Feng Xuan said that he studies folklore, but he also has some research on antiques.

The Feng family is now a withered family, but it was a big family many years ago, and there are many good things in the family. Feng Xuan has seen a lot since he was a child, so he naturally knows a lot.

Feng Wangbei suspects that his father's money for going overseas comes from the antique business.He guessed that the Feng family used some method to hide all the antiques and precious metals in the family during the turbulent period. When the situation stabilized, his father, a survivor, would take out those things and rely on them to make a comeback.

His father didn't tell him about these things, probably a father wants to save face in front of his son, his father pretended that everything went smoothly and he lived a chic life, but Feng Wangbei reckoned that his father must have suffered a lot, but Since his dad didn't want to mention it, he pretended he wasn't curious.

"It's very likely to be an authentic work." Xue Meicheng didn't say anything, "At least the year is very close to the era of the original work."

"Oh." Feng Wangbei thought, since it is likely to be genuine, I will try to see if I can take a picture of it later. His father really likes calligraphy, and even forced him to practice it.

"Did your father send you here?" Xue Meicheng asked.

"No. I received an invitation letter. I heard that it's an auction, so I'll come and have a look."

"So your dad doesn't know you're here?"

"Yes. Do you think I should ask his permission before coming here?" Feng Wangbei thought to himself, how could it be?He's not a three-year-old baby, and he can't do anything without his dad.

Xue Meicheng looked Feng Wangbei up and down, as if weighing his weight: "Are you sure you can handle it?"

"How do you say that?"

Xue Meicheng said: "This night banquet is completely different from the ones you have attended before."

"I know. It's a big-ticket auction that says 'if you want it, you can buy it.'"

Xue Meicheng smiled and said, "You're right, it's almost like this. But the problem is not bragging, but that this is an illegal black market."

Feng Wangbei nodded: "I guessed a little bit." You really think I don't understand anything.

Xue Meicheng shook his head: "You still don't understand. What I mean by the black market is: anything can happen here. And you don't even have a bodyguard." He glanced at Wu Buxiao next to him. , but obviously not the bodyguard type.

"Oh." Feng Wangbei understood the situation now, Xue Meicheng said that this place is very dangerous and there are hidden dangers to personal safety.But he didn't quite believe it. "Anything can happen?" This is an overstatement.

"Yes, anything can happen. Tonight you may be able to see something you haven't seen before. The unknown is usually accompanied by danger, but as long as you keep a low profile, there should be no problem, no matter how bad it is, I'm here."

Feng Wangbei was confused, but he had a strong intuition, and felt that Xue Meicheng's words were good intentions, so he switched to a well-behaved state: "Thank you, brother Xue, for causing you trouble."

Xue Meicheng smiled and said: "You're welcome, I will give you a chance to repay me."

Feng Wangbei pretended to be polite and said: "That's great, don't be polite to me."

Xue Meicheng laughed. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said, "I won't talk to you anymore. I have to meet a friend first. I'll come back to you later."

"Okay, Brother Xue, go and do your work."

Xue Meicheng said that he was going to see a friend was not an excuse, he did have an appointment with someone.He passed through the crowd, bypassed the museum shelves one by one, and finally bypassed a carved wooden screen, and finally found the person he wanted to meet.

It was a man with short hair, and he was sitting on a low chair playing chess with himself.

"Courtesy."

"Why?" The short-haired man raised his eyes, his eyes were different from ordinary people's, the color was very light, like amber.He knew that Xue Meicheng was coming, and Xue Meicheng knew that he knew, so he didn't understand why Xue Meicheng called him specially.

"I just want to call you. Is it interesting to play chess alone?" Xue Meicheng sat down opposite Li Rong, brushing his sleeves across the chessboard, messing up several chess pieces.

"Don't make trouble." Li Rong said something indifferent, reaching out to reset the misplaced chess pieces one by one.

Xue Meicheng watched his movements and said with a smile: "I brought the things."

Only then did Li Rong look up again, staring fixedly at Xue Meicheng, waiting for him to take out the things.

Xue Meicheng opened his coat, took out a rolling pin-like stick and handed it to Lirong.

Li Rong looked solemn, took the "rolling pin" cautiously, leaned it on his hand and looked at it carefully, as if admiring a piece of exquisite porcelain.

This "rolling pin" is about a foot and a half long, with one end thick and the other thin. It is not log-colored but white. It is very smooth, as if it has been glazed.

Li Rong looked at the "rolling pin", Xue Meicheng looked at Li Rong.The two looked solemn, walking on thin ice.

After a long time, Li Rong said: "It has been left in the human world for too long, and most of its aura has been lost, but it doesn't matter, it will be replenished soon after returning to the spirit world."

Xue Meicheng relaxed and said with a smile: "So this is the real Thor bone?"

This stick-shaped bone carving was dug out from an ancient tomb not long ago.

When Li Rong and Xue Meicheng chatted before, they talked about the whereabouts of those ancient artifacts. They guessed that most of the ancient artifacts were taken to the God Realm, but there should be a small amount left in the Lower Realm.

For example, those weapons that appeared in God War.After all, things during the war are easily destroyed and lost.

There were three wars of gods in ancient times, the Battle of Banquan and the Battle of Zhuolu in the age of the Yellow Emperor, and the Battle of Buzhou Mountain in the era of Emperor Xuandi Zhuanxu.

Among them, the Battle of Zhuolu took place between the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou.Kui's cowhide war drum and Thunder God's bone drumstick are important artifacts in this battle of gods, and they are also the second key to the victory of the Yellow Emperor's side.

The origin of the Thunder God bone drumstick is that the Yellow Emperor killed the Thunder God, took his bone and made it into a drumstick, which was used to beat the Kui cowhide war drum.

Kui's cowhide war drum and Thor's bone drumstick have not been seen since the Battle for the Deer, and Li Rong speculates that they may have been lost or damaged during the war.

At first Li Rong and Xue Meicheng just chatted about the past and the present to relieve boredom, but then they thought about looking for it.

One of the two is searching in the spirit world and the other is in the human world at the same time.

Because in ancient times, the spirit world and the human world were one.At that time, there was only one complete world.

The separation of the spirit world and the human world was after the third battle of gods, the Battle of Buzhou Mountain.

The successive wars made Zhuanxu, the Emperor of Heaven at that time, feel that it was necessary to separate the boundaries between the various races, so that it would be easier to manage and there would be no more chaos.

God wanted order, so the world was divided into three parts: the world of gods, the world of spirits, and the world of humans.

The God Realm is high above, the road to heaven is cut off, and there has been no news from the God Realm in the lower realm for a long time.

The spirit world and the human world are both lower realms, the difference is: the spirit world has goblins and ghosts running all over the place, while the human world is the master of all things.

Li Rong always felt that the probability of finding the artifact in the human world is higher, because there are many powerful creatures in the spirit world, if there is an unowned artifact in the spirit world, they must have been there first.

In fact, as he expected, the person who found the artifact was Xue Meicheng.However, as a weak human being, he cannot use the artifact, so he can only transfer the right to use it to Li Rong.

"It's not necessarily the bone of Thor." Li Rong stroked the bone and said.

"Huh? Why not?" Xue Meicheng was surprised and disappointed.

"The ancient times are too far away, and there are some things that no one knows what happened now. There are two theories about this drumstick, one is the bone of the thunder god, and the other is the bone of the thunder beast."

"Oh, so this is the bone of the thunder beast? Is the bone of the thunder beast not as powerful as the bone of the thunder god?"

"I didn't say it was the bone of the thunder beast. And as an ancient artifact, no matter what its origin is, it is powerful enough."

"That's good." Xue Meicheng smiled, "Then which one do you think is more likely?"

"How should I put it?" Li Rong pondered, "You know, based on blood relationship, Thunder God should be Huangdi's great-grandfather."

In ancient times, a girl of the Huaxu family went to play in Lei Ze, where the god of thunder lived. After stepping on the huge footprint of the god of thunder, she became pregnant and gave birth to Fuxi, who was the grandfather of the Yellow Emperor.

"If it was the bone of Thor, then the Yellow Emperor would have killed his great-grandfather?" Xue Meicheng was not frightened by this massacre of relatives. Many of those gods are related by blood, isn’t Huangdi and Yandi his blood brother? They didn’t kill each other.”

"Not only in the ancient times, but now the spirit world is still respected by the strong." Li Rong put the Thunder God bone in his sleeve pocket, and then began to pick up the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard.

Xue Meicheng guessed that he wanted to leave, so he purposely said: "Just now I saw the little baby of the Feng family."

"Huh?" Li Rong was puzzled.

"Feng Xuan's son, his name is Feng Wang Bei."

"It's that Feng Xuan you think is problematic?"

"Well, it's just him. Do you want to find a chance to meet him?" Xue Meicheng suspected that Feng Xuan might not be human since he knew Feng Xuan, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"No." Li Rong unhurriedly put the black and white chess pieces into two jars separately. "Many things are bad because there is nothing to do. He didn't bother me, so I won't bother him, so as not to be mistaken for provocation."

Some beings in the spiritual world have bad tempers, and they may not be as knowledgeable as you when facing humans, but they will be able to use their hands and never speak when facing the same kind.After all, this is a fragile human world, and it's hard to deal with it if it gets too big.

"Okay. Then do you want to take a look at Fengwangbei?"

Li Rong thought for a while and said, "Let's take a look."

He didn't want to have direct contact with Feng Xuan who didn't know his depth, but it was still possible to find out about him through his little boy.