Panjiayuan was the antique market in Yanjing during the Qing Dynasty.

At that time, some noble families were in a poor family and had difficulty living. They needed to sell the property left by their ancestors to make a living. Most nobles were good-for-nos. They sold their ancestral properties, but they were not to keep their glamorous? So during the day, most of them walked the birds and played with eagles. At night, they wore ragged clothes, smeared their faces, and came here to sell things with lanterns.

This kind of thing that both avoided acquaintances and became a business deal was more popular at that time.

Therefore, after the agreement became a custom, there were unique rules here.

When the market opened in the early morning, regardless of the origin of the things, both parties were wearing lanterns. The lights were dark and they couldn't see clearly, so they made a transaction.

Because the market opens in the early morning and the stalls are closed during the day, the stall owners light candles or set up lamps, and the buyers walk with lanterns and figures shuttle and wander around, so the image here is called the ghost market.

After that, not only the nobles but some thieves also came here to sell goods, but some people also took advantage of the chaos to sell fakes, which formed the current pattern.

The bicycle was parked on the side of the road. Qin Kun saw a little big head when he saw a glance.

I thought this was a small market, at most like a vegetable market, but I didn’t expect it to be so big and so scattered!

Here we continue to use the old customs, countless stalls are lit up candles and lanterns, and there are stars and stars, as dark as ghosts, and there are many pedestrians.

In such a big place, where can I go to find that Gu Master?!

"Why are there so many people today?"

Not only Qin Kun was surprised, but Feng Qiang was extremely curious. This was not the first time he came to this place. Even if it was the Zhongyuan Festival today, there would not be so many people! Last year, the Zhongyuan Festival was not as good as one-third of the people.

Qin Kun and the other two entered the market.

There are several stores here. Those who can open stores are all brokers with excellent goods. In most cases, they don’t open for three years and have been open for three years. In recent years, the country has been strictly managed. These stores are not national treasure-level calligraphy, paintings and handicrafts transactions, and they cannot control them.

"Do you buy a lamp? Customer?"

At the market entrance, a few lanterns came up to ask.

Qin Kun saw that the pedestrians were carrying lanterns. It seemed that this was the local rule, so he nodded: "Come on two."

"Okay, 2 dollars."

"2 yuan? Why don't you grab it?"

Feng Qiang picked up the collar of selling lanterns. This broken lantern costs less than a few cents, but he dared to sell it for 2 yuan?!

"Feng Qiang, pay."

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he walked in with a lantern.

Feng Qiang was angry and followed.

"Wait, guest, you haven't paid yet!" Lantern boss said aggrievedly.

"roll!"

Feng Qiang glared at the lantern selling person, and the boss was silent and sighed that he was lit up today.

Qin Kun walked in front with Yu Ruyi, and the sky eye technique opened. I have to say that this place is too big, not as large as large, but as scattered. Looking down from a high altitude, all the stalls are as flat as stars, with several major roads and dense stalls, and remote paths are not without them.

In selling goods here, except for some people who are stumbled on people's hearts, they either like to gather together or be different. As long as people are dazzling, they may have an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Qin Kun squatted in front of a stall. The stall was jade.

The texture of these jades is a bit dirty, but the carving is fine, so Qin Kun can't tell the difference between the ages, but it looks really good.

"Cheer, look, they are all top-quality jade artifacts."

The boss was dressed in plain clothes and wore a ring on his hand.

Qin Kun asked, "Boss, help me with my palm?" Qin Kun said, handing over a cigarette.

The boss was stunned and smiled: "Little brother turned out to be a shipper. Okay, I have nothing to do tonight, so I'll help you see."

The boss was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke floated. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the blood-printed Ruyi handed over by Qin Kun.

After looking at it for a while, the boss smiled: "Either it is plateau blood jade or a fake. It's a bit old, but this thing is simple and the price must follow the age. The price can double in 100 years. I can't see when this is."

Qin Kun asked in a low voice: "Boss, I'm not a shipper. Can you tell where this thing came from? I actually want to buy a pair!"

The boss was surprised: "It's a bit difficult to get this kind of thing right. I don't know whether it's clear or not."

Qin Kun found that the boss's answer was obviously a bit vague, as if it was half-blocked, and seemed to be concealing something, so he had no choice but to leave.

After Qin Kun left, he squatted down with a lantern. The boss found that the man was wearing a facial expression and looking at him, he was a Taoist priest.

"Boss, how many fish are there in your finger ring?"

The Taoist priest already had white hair, but was full of energy. The boss smiled: "The guest official knows how to do it. Why don't you just take the palm of your eyes and see how many fish you deserve?"

The boss took off his fingertip, the Taoist priest looked at it, and curled his lips: "It turned out to be a fake."

The boss was slightly angry: "I'm the finger of the old Qiujiao!"

The Taoist priest didn't say anything, patted his butt and left.

Qin Kun walked in front, next to Feng Qiang. The two of them turned several jade stalls one after another, and they had no idea about the origin of the blood-patterned jade.

Qin Kun did not give up and asked if there were anyone called Gu Ye, but found that everyone kept silent, as if there was any taboo.

According to the system's prompts, since this blood pattern Ruyi involves Gu Ye, there must be breakthrough points or clues between the two.

Qin Kun didn't have a clue and was a little confused.

There was a bluestone pier in a remote section of the road. Qin Kun was sitting and smoking. Feng Qiang next to him wondered: "Who was surnamed Qin, why did you bring me here? Today the ghost gate is open, and I'm trying to find a way to get the murderous female ghost out for me. I have other things to do!"

Feng Qiang's purpose is to catch ghosts. If a ghost dares to cross the line, he will not let the other party go.

But Qin Kun brought him to find Mr. Gu, what is he doing?

Qin Kun said: "Feng Qiang, didn't you tell me that this ghost is hidden in the blood pattern Ruyi. This is her body. If you want to destroy her, just smash it."

Feng Qiang was a little hesitant. No matter how you look at this wish, it makes people feel unbearable.

"There's no other way?"

"Yes, find Mr. Gu. Otherwise, she would come out to harm people at any time." Qin Kun made up a lie.

Feng Qiang had no choice.

This is the first time I have encountered such a troublesome thing.

Next to Qin Kun and Feng Qiang, a stall owner spoke, "Little brother, what cigarettes are you smoking? Give me one?"

The stall owner was an old man with a big accent. Qin Kun saw that his stall was of no interest, so he handed over a Yuxi and asked, "Uncle, you are a tiled seller, and you are also in business at night?"

The old man smiled: "We are the Emperor of Ming Dynasty. All old things with some age can be sold."

With a pile of broken bricks and tiles, Qin Kun didn't know where the old man got his confidence.

Qin Kun squatted on the stall. The tiles should not be a national treasure. He saw the tiles on the stall, and some of the names of the supervisors were engraved, and he became interested.

"Kuai Xiang?"

Qin Kun was stunned. This name was so familiar. When he thought about it carefully, it seemed that the Feng Shui master who built the Forbidden City in the early Ming Dynasty was Kuai Xiang!

After Liu Ji, the formation disappeared, and the earth, water, fire, wind, only wind and water remained in the world. Kuai Xiang was the last formation master. Some people also said that Kuai Xiang only knew Feng Shui and could not be considered a formation master.

Qin Kun was a little moved. After all, he was a senior, so it would be better to buy a piece as a souvenir.

"Uncle, how much does this brick cost?"

"This brick is amazing, the bricks on the Ming Palace Wall are 3,000!"

The old man noticed that Qin Kun turned around and left, and hurriedly said, "Little brother, stay!"

Qin Kun glanced at him, and the old man looked solemn: "You and I have a fate. You can take this imperial brick for 50 yuan!"

"Uncle, you continue to sell, I won't disturb you"
Chapter completed!