Uncle-Master, Please Help Us

When Su Yin returned to his residence, the Great Salt Trading Company, an old man with a gray beard also walked in.

"Ji Lao is here..."

"Ji Lao's vision, Great Yancheng said the second, no one dares to say the first!"

"If it weren't for tonight's auction, no one would be able to invite me!"

After entering the gate, a group of waiters, as well as regular customers in the firm, all had bright eyes and were full of excitement.

Ji Feng, the most famous master of appreciating treasures in Great Yancheng, no matter calligraphy and painting, copybooks, or elixir treasures, as long as he takes a look at them, he can immediately know the authenticity and grade. For decades, he has never seen it!

Because of this, the treasures in the firm are proud to have passed his appraisal. As long as there are treasures signed by him, even if they are of the same level, the price will be at least 30% more expensive!

"Ji Lao, the master is waiting in the private room..."

A middle-aged man greeted him, He Jinquan, the big housekeeper of the Great Salt Trading Company.

"Um!"

Nodding, Ji Lao was neither happy nor sad, followed closely behind the other party, walked forward, and soon came to a wide wall covered with all kinds of treasures.

Sale wall!

Many large shopping malls in Qianyuan mainland will have this thing, hang some temporarily sold things on it, and let the customers who come and go watch it. When you meet something you like, you can quote it at any time and make a purchase.

It is a simple form of auction.

"What treasures have you received recently?" Ji Lao asked with a smile as his eyes fell on the wall.

"All the good things have been sent to the auction house, and the ones that can be hung are all worthless items..." He Jinquan smiled slightly.

Precious things, who will hang them outside? For the firm, it's just a marketing gimmick!

"That's true..." Nodding his head, Ji Lao was about to move on when he suddenly stopped.

"Old Ji, what's the matter?"

Full of doubts, He Jinquan followed the other person's gaze, and immediately saw a disc-shaped thing hanging in the corner of the sales wall.

pot?

His face turned dark, and he was so angry that he didn't explode on the spot.

"Who hung this up?"

Although the grade of the sale wall is not as good as that of an auction, it is not a junk stall. Anything can be hung on it. A pot can be hung on it today, and a shovel can be hung on it tomorrow.

"Reporting to the manager, yes, yes...Song Yafei at the front desk, today a customer paid 3 taels of silver with this pot..."

A young man came to the front with sweat profusely, his face turned pale with fright.

When Song Yafei was about to hang up the pot, she told him about it. At that time, she thought it would be sold soon, so she didn't take it seriously. Unexpectedly, the manager found out!

It's over now, Song Yafei will be punished, and I'm afraid she will be in bad luck too.

"It's worth 3 taels of silver?"

He Jinquan was so angry that he almost exploded. He Jinquan waved his hands: "I really think that the sales wall of the commercial store can hang all kinds of junk? Take it down for me immediately. Besides, you and that Song Yafei don't want this month's salary... "

"yes……"

Frustrated, the young man came to the front in a hurry, and was about to take down the pot when he heard an old voice: "Wait a minute..."

Turning his head to look, Ji Feng, the treasure appraiser at the side, walked over excitedly, with disbelief in his eyes.

"Old Ji..." He Jinquan was puzzled when he saw the old man lose his composure for the first time.

Too lazy to pay attention to him, Ji Lao hastily stretched out his palm: "Give me this pot..."

"yes!"

The young man didn't know why, so he had to take off the pot and hand it to him.

Not daring to pick it up, Ji Lao flicked his fingers, lingering with clear water, washed his palms thoroughly, and then cupped his hands, his eyes full of piety.

"this……"

Seeing his actions, the people around him all looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing why.

What's wrong?

So excited to see a pot?

Ignoring everyone's expressions, Ji Lao's fingers lightly landed on the frying pan, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was sensing something, his lips trembled after a long time: "This...how is this possible!"

"Master Ji, what's going on?"

Seeing the expression of the most powerful appraiser in Great Yancheng, He Jinquan couldn't bear it anymore and asked.

Could it be... What's so special about this ordinary-looking frying pan?

"This pot... is not simple!"

Elder Ji let out a sigh of relief and looked over with adoring eyes: "Although the most common materials are used, the crafting techniques can be extremely clever. The lines on it contain the profound meaning of the Dao. It seems that someone carved a Dao on it... ..."

"Sculpture Dao?" He Jinquan's body shook, he couldn't believe it, his lips trembled: "Even the most powerful craftsman in the mainland can't do it..."

The Dao is a cultivator's perception of God. It is thick and thick, not to mention ordinary materials, even if it is the top treasure in Dayuanzhou, it is difficult to carry it.

Carved on ordinary fine iron, the key... also forged a pot...

This casting master, is your skin hurting? Do this thing?

"This avenue was not successfully carved, but it was broken at the most critical place..." Shaking his head, Ji Lao said with regret: "If it is not broken, at least it is a fairy weapon!"

"Immortal Artifact?" He Jinquan said dumbly, "How is this possible..."

A seemingly ordinary pot is almost a fairy weapon, just kidding!

"You don't believe my judgment?" Ji Lao frowned.

"It's not..." He Jinquan shook his head quickly: "I just feel strange, since this pot contains the Dao, even if it is broken, it should be much stronger than ordinary spiritual weapons, why... I can't feel the pot at all. Spiritual existence?"

Weapons are divided into: mortal weapons, spiritual weapons, fairy weapons!

Mortal weapons are the weapons used by mortals. They are most hard and sharp. If you want to fly with a sword, it is very difficult to do so. Only when you reach the level of spiritual weapons and contain spirituality can you fly thousands of miles into the air and kill people thousands of miles away.

This pot almost became a fairy weapon. How can it be a spiritual weapon? Why doesn't it have any spirituality?

"I can't feel it, it's because your eyesight is too poor..."

With a snort, Elder Ji took a deep breath, put his palm lightly on the handle, and poured the real energy in his body into it: "Next to Ji Feng, please invite Guo Ling to show his power!"

hum!

At the end of the speech, the frying pan, which was placed flat on the ground, rose up without wind and floated quietly.

"as you wish!"

A faint thought exploded suddenly, before He Jinquan could react, he immediately felt that his body was imprisoned by a special force, and then a frying pan not far away was drawn towards his face.

Boom!

Unable to dodge in time, he flew out sideways in an instant, stuck his head on the sales wall not far away, and his two exposed legs twitched non-stop.

"this……"

Everyone's eyes widened, and there was no sound around them.