The Confucian Temple is a temple dedicated to the ancient Confucian sages, and the sages such as Confucius and Mencius are generally worshipped.

The Confucian Temple in Ancheng has been around for a while. When you stand outside, you can see that many of the walls on the exterior walls of the Confucian Temple fall off and fall to the ground.

Most of the people who come here are travelers, and few people have sacrificed their sacrifices today.

After all, students want to seek good college or something, but they are all seeking Emperor Wenchang.

In the hurry and crowded crowd, Yan Tao, Qin Zong and others were a little conspicuous.

Yan Tao and Qin Zong both wore masks, and their temperament was a little eye-catching, but it was okay.

Liu Wu stood so openly, showing off his "fashionable little face" unscrupulously, and occasionally giving a charming look with the passing girls, making Young Master Yan want to hit someone.

Yan Tao: "Zongzong, can I beat him to death?"

Qin Zong: "I have the same idea."

The dangerous gaze of Master Yan and Master Qin fell on Liu Wu's face at the same time, scaring him so much that his hair stood up. He took out his mask in panic and put it on. He clasped his hands together and admitted his mistake, "Two masters, I'm wrong, you don't remember the villain's past, don't bother with me."

Yan Tao was too lazy to bother with him.

She has to get the spiritual source as soon as possible.

The boy put his pocket in one hand and went into the crowded antique street.

This street is not only filled with antiques, but also with some craft shops, and there are a lot of people.

Xiaoqi was out of power, and Yan Tao had to scan the things on the street by himself.

After all, she doesn't know how to identify antiques.

Even if some things are real, they are useless to put them in.

While others were not paying attention, she gently touched her right index finger and middle finger on her eyelids.

When I opened my eyes again, my right eye turned lightly red, like a layer of fog, covering my eyes.

The boy looked up at the distance.

His eyes penetrated the crowd and saw almost everything hundreds of meters around him.

Her eyes suddenly moved.

There are at most dozen real things on this antique street.

The thing is really useless.

"Zongzong," Yan Tao raised his beautiful eyebrows, looking in a good mood. She grabbed Qin Zong's hand and walked towards the west of the street.

The stalls there were deserted, with seven or eight sporadic appearances, and they all looked quite tattered.

Yan Tao took a fancy to a big stone.

The boy seemed to be very interested in this stone, and circled around it, stretched out his hand to knock it twice from time to time, looking at Qin Zong with bright eyes, "Zong Zong, this stone has a very special shape. How about we take it back as a rockery?"

The stone is about half a person tall, with a coat of skin on the outside, and the surface is rough.

Qin Zong narrowed his eyes and took a step back, his tone was hard to describe, "The shape... is indeed quite special."

The stall owner is a chubby middle-aged man with fair skin, squinted his eyes, and looked kind.

Yan Tao glanced casually, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"Does the guest want to buy this stone? I pulled it back from Myanmar and spent a lot of money. Unfortunately, I didn't get any good things and just smashed it into my hand."

"If you want to buy it, just give me a cost price, you can take it away with 10,000 yuan."

Liu Wu widened his eyes and said, "Ten thousand yuan, boss, why don't you rob it? I'm so embarrassed to ask for so much money for a piece of waste, and I'm also pulled it from Myanmar. I'm the one who's the one who's sued!"

Although Liu Wu is a rich second generation and has enough money, he does not have the kind heart to be a good boy.

"You are so ugly, this guy," the boss's smile still looked very honest. "After all, it was brought back by Myanmar. Ten thousand yuan is already the price of conscience I gave."
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