Moon is in the river city, early winter.

At the end of December, as a southern city, Linjiang City has not yet reached the snow season, and the wet and cold air is already thirsty.

It has been a week since I returned to China in Japan.

Qin Kun had just finished taking a shower, with a towel hanging around his neck, standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, turning his back. With a healthy complexion, the lines of his muscles were filled with masculine beauty after taking a shower. There was an extra tattoo on his back, which was half a jade bi.

The jade bi occupied the entire left half of the back. Qin Kun touched the skin on the tattoo, and there were also bulging of particles on the jade bi.

Damn...how could this happen?

A week ago, in Yingyanshan Ghost Town, before leaving, the jade bi cracked in two halves, half fell into the pool, and half attached to the back, which was a bit absurd.

When I first got the system, the tattoo of the urn also appeared like this. Now it has been replaced by jade bi?

The Yubi tattoo is larger than the Yubi itself, just like the urn tattoo is much smaller than the urn itself, but the Yubi tattoo has not brought any changes, and no system functions have changed. Qin Kun has no positive benefits or negative consequences except that the raised particles on his back when he is sleeping.

After washing up, he changed into a windbreaker and drove on the road in Linjiang City on his bicycle.

Today, Qin Kun received this invitation. This was the first time that Qin Kun received such an invitation. He was driven by curiosity and the invitation was Yuan Xinghan, so Qin Kun was about to go and share his literary style.

On the road, the biting cold wind made my ears freeze. It was indeed time to buy a car. A few days ago, there were hundreds of thousands on my hand. Qin Kun had already chosen a car. Suddenly, my mother called and said that my father wanted to take out a land with my uncle and second uncle to plant fruit seedlings, and wanted to take out a loan, so I would like to ask Qin Kun for advice.

My mother stumblingly described the fruit and vegetable market with many prospects. Qin Kun smiled helplessly. Without thinking, it was taught by my father. My father attached great importance to his two brothers. My uncle and second uncle worked as a farmer all his life, planting trees, raising bees and digging bamboo shoots. Life is hard, so my father might have spoken for his two brothers.

Qin Kun would not reveal the face of the elders, and he gave him 300,000 without saying a word.

After the money was given out, the car could not be bought. Qin Kun put up a collar of the windbreaker and drove towards the southern suburbs in the cold wind.

Guliu Bridge, a landmark building in Linjiang City, is like Fanxiang. As the red light district of Linjiang City, everyone smiles tacitly whenever they talk about it, as if the smile hides the beautiful memories of themselves and Fanxiang and many stories that cannot be told.

The Gullu Bridge, as the art district of Linjiang City, is close to the university town. It is elegant and quaint. It is a small stone bridge in the Song Dynasty. There are ancient willows planted next to it. It radiates from here as the center. Most of the nearby people are literary and artistic workers.

Yuan Xinghan’s studio is here.

"Sister Jiang Lan."

Today, there are many people in Yuan Xinghan's studio. Yuan Xinghan is still unkempt and is greeting people with a beard. His wife Jiang Lan is already pregnant with Liujia, and she smiles with a big belly, saying, "Mr. Qin is here."

From Master Qin to Director Qin and then to Mr. Qin, Qin Kun felt that he was suffering from maturity and wisdom that was not of this age. He laughed and joked: "Sister Jiang Lan, I'm afraid this is a fat boy, right?"

"I haven't checked it, but it seems like two little guys." Jiang Lan stroked her bulging belly and looked at Yuan Xinghan in the distance with a sweet look. Sure enough, the older young man looked a bit abusive after marriage.

Qin Kun took out an ancient jade, which was exchanged for [Menggui Mall], protecting the body and warding off evil spirits, and is considered a slightly expensive prop, which costs 200 merits.

"Wear this jade, keep the mother and son safe." Qin Kun handed over the jade.

Jiang Lan was so happy that he accepted it. He knew what Qin Kun had. This jade must be a good thing.

Today is Yuan Xinghan’s private painting exhibition, which is located in his own studio and is not open to the public. Those invited are bosses and people in the calligraphy and painting industry who appreciate Yuan Xinghan’s paintings, and they are all famous people.

Yuan Xinghan knew that Qin Kun was not working in the funeral home now, and opened a small shop with no business in the northern suburbs. He intended to introduce Qin Kun to the bosses. After all, he knew Qin Kun's ability. Those bosses have been in the past for a long time and will always encounter some strange things, and these things are Qin Kun's business.

Qin Kun did not reject Yuan Xinghan's kindness either. He seemed pretentious if his friends were too polite.

As soon as he entered the studio, an elegant old man came over and laughed: "Niece Jiang Lan, I haven't seen you for a long time, so I'm here."

Jiang Lan was stunned and said in surprise: "Uncle Chen! Long time no see, your body is still so good!"

"Hahahaha..." The old man smiled, "It's not as good as that old guy Jiang Boxiu. This guy is..."

The grand old man was very graceful and looked at Qin Kun with a smile. Jiang Lan introduced: "This is Xinghan's friend."

Qin Kun nodded politely. It seemed that this old man was a big shot in the calligraphy and painting world. Qin Kun didn't know what the other party had. He nodded and said, "Hello, sir."

"Ha? I can't afford it." The old man suddenly changed his expression, pinched the jade in Jiang Lan's hand, and sneered, "The texture is cold, the temperature rises for a moment when I get it, the blood patterns are bright and shining, and there is a sense of pattern when I caressed. This blood-hidden jade is the best."

Blood-hiding jade?

When I heard this name, I attracted a group of people to watch, especially when I heard the word "The Best" and even those who don't know anything know what is fun to watch.

Jiang Lan smiled implicitly: "Mr. Qin gave me a protective jade."

The grand old man let go, the jade fell to the ground, and it was smashed.

Suddenly, this kind of change happened and everyone was caught off guard.

Qin Kun was stunned. I was so fucked by 200 merits, you threw it at me? Qin Kun almost passed away. According to merits, this thing is worth 20,000 yuan!

Before Qin Kun got angry, the old man questioned: "The blood-hiding jade is stuffed into the throat of the deceased after death, nourished by essence and blood. The best blood-hiding jade is cut open to the internal organs of the deceased. Jade is a gentleman in the stone, but this jade is a robber in the stone! Wearing it will damage the spirit and damage the spirit. How dare you give a evil jade to a pregnant woman? What's your intention?"

I'm a damn!

Qin Kun doesn’t understand jade, but this is a good thing recognized by the system. If you fall, I haven’t settled the score with you yet, and it’s actually splashed dirty water!

"Old man, why do you say that my jade is a robber? This is a public spread of feudal superstition!"

The grand old man snorted coldly: "Ha, what a big hat! Why, the dog died on this thing back then? Is it because I was awkward?"

I'll go to your uncle! You won't be criticized for spreading feudal superstition? Are you so confident that your son died on this?

Seeing that Qin Kun was about to get angry, Jiang Lan quickly stopped Qin Kun and whispered: "This is the president of the Jiangnan Jade Association. His son died accidentally on a piece of jade. He studied jade for this and became an expert. Don't mess with him in this regard, he is really authoritative!"

The old man in a state of style continued: "I say I spread feudal superstition, so let me put it another way. This kind of jade that can melt blood has radiation, with a minimum radiation value of more than 200 millimeters. It is more than 100, which is already harmful to people. Young people! They lie in the quilt at night and cover it and look at it. If you are lucky, you can still see the glow!"

After the old man finished speaking, his angry face suddenly showed a sneer, and his last teasing words made the people around him smile and cheered.

"It's worthy of being Mr. Chen!"

"sharp!"

"It's so humorous, hahaha... Fortunately, Mr. Chen is here, otherwise Miss Jiang would be miserable."

The old man looked at the people around him with satisfaction, and prepared to leave with his hands behind his back.

A voice suddenly rang in the studio.

"Oh? It turns out that Chen Dongguai of Jiangnan only has this little vision."

The old man turned around, looked at the stranger, and said coldly: "Did I see it wrong? Isn't this thing hidden jade?"

A man picked up the broken jade on the ground, looked at it and said to himself: "It is indeed a blood-hidden jade, and it is also the best. Of course, the best blood-hidden jade is nourished by blood."

The old man smiled and said, "Then what you meant just now?"

That was a woman, holding a cigarette on her red lips, clamping the cigarette with two slender fingers, and dragging the broken jade on her other palm: "You know how to hide blood jade, don't you know that there is a variety called 'blood lama'? The monks believed in jade and worshiped stones. In the past, when those monks applied wounds, they used jade powder, and a piece of jade would be tied to press it on them. That kind of jade is 'blood lama'. This is the best auspicious jade."

The woman raised her eyelids and looked at the old man. The old man's face suddenly turned red and his mouth trembled for a long time: "That... is a legend! You are talking nonsense!!!"

Another voice appeared, a middle-aged man, slightly fat. Anyone who knows Jiang Lan knew that this middle-aged man was her biological brother, Jiang De.

Jiang De smiled and said without a smile: "Old man Chen, who taught you how to distinguish jade back then? You're so timid."

As soon as Jiang De appeared, the old man was instantly depressed and lowered his head and said, "Big nephew..."
Chapter completed!