Bu Zhenyun looked at Jiangling with surprise: It was crispy, and the sound of the porcelain bowl breaking was indeed very crisp.

Oh, this dish must not be a real antique, otherwise Mr. Fang would not be able to pay for his money even if he lost all his money.

Jiang Ling's face changed slightly, and he quickly said to Bu Zhenyun: Look at the broken sections and identify the authenticity.

You, who are you scaring! Fang Yun swallowed his saliva and hesitated a little.

The sound of these bowls and plates breaking is indeed very abnormal. The sound of the bowls that ordinary people eat is very dull, but these bowls and plates are extremely crisp.

Could it be really an antique? Fang Yun was surprised and suspicious. It was impossible. Who would have the ability to use antiques to eat? The plate was stained with sauerkraut, okay! It was definitely an ordinary bowl worth a few dollars each.

That boy from Jiangling is cheating me, so I must not lose my composure, so that he will be laughed at.

Thinking of this, Fang Yun snorted lightly and his eyes became more firm.

But Bu Zhenyun bent down and picked up a piece of debris, placed it under the light and carefully identified it, and was shocked.

Uncle, what's wrong? Fang Yun suddenly had an unknown premonition.

It is the authentic product. Bu Zhenyun looked at Jiangling in surprise. In the cross section of this fragment, the clay is delicate and has a heavy grain. There is no glaze applied by modern means, but sealed with unique ancient firing methods.

As he said that, he turned to look at Fang Yun, and his tone was heavy: If I read it correctly, this was indeed produced by the Hongwu Official Kiln of the Ming Dynasty.

What! Fang Yun couldn't calm down, his face changed wildly.

With the relationship between him and Bu Zhenyun, there is no need to lie to Bu Zhenyun.

The dishes used for eating in Jiangling are really antiques. Are you wrong?

Bu Feiyan, who was lying in the medicine barrel, was also very surprised, and his eyes were staring at the broken dishes on the ground.

Those are actually antiques?

Her face suddenly became much stranger, because during the few days of healing in Jiangling, she also ate with those dishes.

Mr. Fang Yun was so irritable that he broke all my set of dishes and plates, a total of 6 pieces, but they were all antiques.

Jiang Ling wiped his hands dry, sat down calmly, lifted the teapot and poured a glass of water.

I will pay you how much money, just because it's money. Even antiques have prices, so I'm not short of money.

Fang Yun whispered coldly, and he admitted his mistake this time. Who would have thought that Jiangling would use antiques to make a living?

OK, I won’t want more of you, I’ll give me a total of 200 million.

200 million? Fang Yun glared and gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you rob it? I thought I had never been exposed to antiques? The porcelain of the Ming Dynasty was not worth the money at all. 2 million is about the same, and 200 million is still there."

Haha, Jiangling laughed. Almost all the antiques were unearthed from the underground where they were buried. After the soil corrosion, the glaze on the surface of the antiques was eroded and would change to varying degrees.

But my set is original. Even though it has been well preserved after nearly a thousand years, such a collection is worth less than 200 million yuan.

With Jiangling's methods, it would be too simple to preserve some porcelain perfectly.

He lived for so long that as long as he preserved contemporary things, he would be a priceless treasure in thousands of years.

So if you count seriously, the wealth of the richest man Yu Hongchang is really worth mentioning in front of Jiangling.

Well, Bu Zhenyun nodded repeatedly, right, he really asked for this price.

He looked at the fragments all over the ground and felt a little distressed.

200 million! Fang Yun was so angry that he grabbed the teapot on the table and wanted to smash Jiangling.

That was the cloisonne of the Ming Dynasty, exclusive to the royal family. One piece of cloisonne is worth ten pieces of official kilns. If you can afford it, just smash it.

Jiang Ling calmly picked up the cup and took a sip.

You! Fang Yun was so frustrated that he was short of breath. He put down the teapot and retreated in depression.

I will pay you 200 million.

His body was trembling, and 200 million was not a small amount of money for the Fang family. If his father knew about this, he would have to be beaten to death.

Seeing that Fang Yun was excited and couldn't stand it, Bu Zhenyun said to Jiangling: I will compensate you for this money on behalf of Fang Yun, and I hope you don't care about it.

As he said that, he wanted to take the check, but Jiang Ling waved to refuse.

No, how could I have the same knowledge as my child? I don’t need this money, forget it. I told him that it was just to alert him so that he would not cause any disaster in the future due to rough hands and feet.

Thank you little brother. Bu Zhenyun smiled slightly at him.

Fang Yun felt so frustrated that he heard that he had nothing to say, and was teased.

After drinking the water from the cup, Jiangling stood up and opened the cabinet, and took out three sets of porcelain wrapped in tin foil.

I have promised before that there are three sets of porcelain with different patterns. If you accept it, it is my respect.

Bu Zhenyun opened it and looked at it, and his eyes suddenly changed: It was impossible to preserve these porcelains so perfectly, and each set was priceless. This gift was too expensive and I couldn't accept it.

It's okay, you can take it, there are more people in my house.

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Bu Zhenyun, Bai Qingsong and others were all petrified.

Who would have thought that Jiangling lived in such a dilapidated community and had such an amazing wealth!

Especially Bai Qingsong and Bu Zhenyun were most touched.

Bu Zhenyun sighed and was about to speak, when a sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and an old man with a strong breath and a cold face came in.

Uncle Zeng, you are finally here. As soon as Fang Yun saw him, his eyes lit up and he immediately went up to meet him.

Uncle San and Bu Zhenyun also shouted respectfully.

Bu Feiyan also lay in the medicine barrel and shouted "Uncle Zeng".

This old man is the innate Great Perfection in Bu Zhenyun's secret room and was seriously injured by forcibly practicing immortal arts.

Uncle Zeng, why did you come? I was bullied to death. Fang Yun quickly complained to him.

The old man looked solemn: This time the matter is very important. I just went to the outside of the community to set up a formation to isolate the fluctuations. Now, nothing happens inside us will not know about it.

Yes, okay, okay, you have to set up a formation. No matter how we torture Jiangling, no one outside the world will notice it.

Fang Yun was so excited that he shouted: Uncle Zeng, it was this kid who was full of sweet words that confused them all, and he hurt Bu Feiyan. You must teach him a lesson.

Standing next to the old man, he looked proud.

He is Bu Feiyan's fiancé, so he must have followed Bu Feiyan to call him the old man, Uncle Zeng, the innate Great Perfection, which is also an important reason why the Fang family is willing to marry the Bu family.

Looking at Jiangling, he couldn't help but snort coldly. Jiangling had a great deal of suffering with the innate Grand Perfection present.

However, at this moment, the old man glanced at Bu Zhenyun and asked softly: Is it him?

Bu Zhenyun nodded solemnly.

Immediately afterwards, in Fang Yun's shocked gaze, the old man walked to Jiangling, held the rituals of his disciples, and bowed respectfully to him: I have understood all the guidance I secretly gave to me, and I will never forget my kindness when I save my life and know my grace.

This bow stunned everyone in the room, including Bu Zhenyun and Bu Feiyan, also stared at the old man in surprise.

Bu Zhenyun didn't know what happened. The third uncle suddenly found him and asked who helped him sort out his condition. After learning that it was Jiangling, he said he wanted to see him immediately.

It just so happened that Bu Zhenyun also wanted to find Jiangling because of Bu Feiyan's illness, so he took this third uncle with him.

Who would have thought that an old man in his 100s would bow to Jiangling as soon as he entered the house? What happened? Everyone had this question in their hearts.

Jiang Ling's heart was as clear as a mirror. He glanced at the old man and asked softly: Have you understood the direction of those tendons and veins?

After understanding it thoroughly, I have successfully figured out the road to the Jiedan stage. The old man was a little excited and his voice was trembling.

Uncle San, what did you say! Bu Zhenyun widened his eyes in shock. Are you saying that you have created the cultivation method of the Dan-Killing Stage?

The Dan-Cultivation Stage, Oh my God!

Bu Feiyan and Fang Yun were both shocked.

Jiang Ling poked out his spiritual consciousness and swept it around, and found that all his injuries were healed, and the chaotic tendons and veins in his body were all turned back and the internal strength was endless.

Yes, Jiangling nodded with satisfaction. You can see the hints I left to you in such a short time, and use this to explore the cultivation method of the Dan stage. Your talent is the best I have seen in 500 years.

Listening to Jiang Ling's words, Bu Feiyan and Fang Yun were both in a mess. This guy was too angry, so what were you pretending to be!

However, the old man became even more excited, and the next scene was unforgettable for the people in the house.
Chapter completed!