The new era is 3001. Fengyang, the capital of the northern country of Holy ASEAN.

Many antique lovers gathered at the old street entrance.

After fifty years of stateless war, it finally became a bit peaceful and prosperous, and antiques also flourished with the times.

"Please listen to me." A big man in the crowd was holding a wooden box and politely introduced: "Please take a look at the treasure in my hand, brother. This is an ancient document excavated in Yeyang a few months ago. It was personally identified by the chief master of contemporary ancient civilization research, "Biexu Sanqian", this ancient book is called Doulan Cangqiong, which is a secret book written by an ancient monk..."

There are many people watching the fun, but there is no one who is willing to pay for the goods. Everyone often hangs on this street. There are too many gangsters like this in the antique industry.

The big man shouted lively, and it was okay to fool the layman. Who doesn’t know the origin of Mr. Sanqian?

His nickname is "Biexu Sanqian", and no one knows his real name.

Four years ago, the King of Southern Chu presented an ancient secret script to the Han Dynasty. No one knew it in the Southern Chu Kingdom, so he sent it to Cangqiong Academy for all the professors to identify it. No one could translate it. Therefore, the old dean gave a reward to collect the wise Fang family to translate this text. No one could recognize the Chinese characters in ancient books for several months. Until one day, a northerner called himself "Biexu Sanqian" and commissioned Du Zi Teng, the chief cabinet of Baofeng Building, to interpret ten thousand words day and night, and people first knew that the ancient book was called "Das Kapital".

Mr. Sanqian became famous since then, and then translated ancient documents in various schools in several years. His great literary and literary sentences were all gems, and he was therefore publicly praised by the academic community as the first person in the field of ancient civilization research.

Anyone with some common sense in the industry knows that Mr. Sanqian is low-key and has no end to him. All the academic articles he published are through Du Guangui of Baofeng Building, and there is no second semicolon. The man sold goods under the banner of Mr. Sanqian, which not only failed to attract interested buyers, but also increased the suspicion of fake goods.

On the periphery of the crowd, two black-clothed sheriffs came along the street, one tall and one short. The short ones were actually not short, but they were still average and superior compared to ordinary people. They were just highlighted by the tall ones behind them. They looked handsome, had a smart and agile eyes, and were neat and tidy uniforms, no more than twenty years old.

The tall one is obviously a giant, with a body of more than three and a half meters. He has a big face in all directions, thick eyebrows and wide mouth, and a strange horn on his left forehead. A pair of bright and energetic eyes swept over, as if a ferocious beast was shocking.

When the crowd watched the fun saw the two of them coming, they made a way out.

"I'll pay a thousand gold coins!" a man shouted in a muffled voice. The bid was the giant with a strong aura, but from the perspective of his position, he seemed to be a subordinate of the boy.

The man was shocked. He was a giant clan and an unawakened alien. Today's business may not be easy to do.

This is an era of aliens. Almost all the wealthy and prominent families that hold the power of the times are alien families. However, humans with four special races may not have the ability to fill mountains and fill the sea to call for wind and rain, but can also join the ranks of nobles. The giants are one of them, and the other three groups are the sea tribe, the feather tribe and the elf tribe.

Among them, the giants are particularly common. The Hai tribe built the Kingdom of the Sea God on the Ocean Island. Although they often trade with the human kingdom, they rarely appear among the people. The Hai tribe people look similar to the human tribe, but the difference is that there are gills behind the ears, four canine teeth in their mouths, and webbed between their feet and fingers.

The feathers and elves are also very rare races, and they only move in specific areas where they adapt to, and are rarely seen at will.

The Giant tribe is generally long and it is common to live for one or two hundred years without disasters. Their tribe is beautiful, and the older they are, the taller they are. They are used to dividing the growth period into three stages, just like this three and a half meters figure is approximately equivalent to the teenage stage of the human race.

The giants are born with divine power and generally have low wisdom, so the probability of awakening supernatural powers is much lower than that of the human race. The alien horn is an innate symbol of the giants' supernatural powers, which is a red cyst born on the forehead. Once the supernatural powers are awakened, they will automatically disappear.

A strange man's horn was born on the giant's forehead, which is a very rare anomaly in the tribe.

"A thousand gold coins are too few, I think there are not many ten thousand." The boy ignored everyone's eyes and smiled and said to the giant with a lazy smile: "Anyway, it's not a good idea to say it. If he takes it seriously, he will just pretend that we didn't."

Everyone laughed.

"Your brother can say as much as you say." The giant grinned, very honest.

"I thought I had met a big buyer, but it turned out to be a big deal." The man sneered, and seemed to have not taken the sheriff's uniform on the two of them. When he was talking, two people had already gathered around him, obviously from the same group.

"Your broken book is fake!" The young man didn't care much about himself, so he simply gave a conclusion. He turned a blind eye to the little movements of the three men putting their hands into the sleeves, and continued to stimulate him without knowing what he wanted: "The box is fake, the silk cloth is fake, the translation is fake, and even the demon-subduing pestle hidden in your hand is fake!"

The man's face changed, he quickly pulled his hand out of his sleeve, and said with a stubborn mouth: "Do you think my thing is fake?"

The boy smiled slightly: "No, I said!"

"Why are you?" The man held up the wooden box and said, "The original text of the ancient books in my box comes from the ruins of Yeyang Ancient Library. I sent it to Baofeng Building a few days ago. I asked Mr. Sanqian to translate the authentic mantras, without changing a word. Before entering the Cangqiu Literature and History Museum, Baofeng Building secretly published a page, with a total of no more than a hundred copies. It is certain that only one batch of them are circulating on the market. You are a black dog who patrols the streets and doors... Hehe... Sheriff, what qualifications do you have to say that my baby is fake?"

"Oh, he is not convinced." The boy looked around, and many familiar people in the city clasped their fists at him. Someone shouted: "Mr. Zhang, this foreigner doesn't know your reputation on the street, so let him increase his knowledge." He responded to the surroundings, turned to look at the wooden box in the hand of the man, and said: "It's not fake, it's true. No matter how lively you shout, it's fake. I dare say that because your book has never been an ancient secret strategy, but a novel that the children in my hometown love to read."

The great man naturally didn't believe it.

"If you don't believe it, just turn a page and start it."

"Douzong..."

"The strong man from Douzong is so terrifying..." The young sheriff took over the conversation and recited it continuously.

The more the man listened, the ugly his expression became. Since it was said that only a very small number of people had read the secret book, how could anyone be able to recite it skillfully? The young security officer could recite it, which is enough to show that his things were fakes.

"Okay, sheriff, you're right. This thing is indeed fake, but I'm blinded. I'm ashamed of you today, so I'll leave you." The man said as he clasped his fists around and intended to leave.

"Do you still want to leave?" said the young sheriff with a smile: "Your lawsuit is committed, and you are ready to go back with me and get a lawsuit!"

"Hehe." The man grinned and said, "What does it mean? You can do whatever you want if you wear a black dog skin that you don't know if it's true or false?"

"This skin is not good, don't you know if this is OK?" the young man said, taking out a five-star sheriff's badge from his pocket and putting it on his chest.

"First-level security officer?" The Han was a little surprised. He had been in the world for a long time and naturally knew that the security officers in the public security yamen were divided into five levels, with the lowest level of five levels, and most common people were found. First-level is the highest, and those who had not made great contributions and had extremely outstanding abilities would not be given. In a big city like Fengyang, where there are more than one million people, there may be hundreds of people in the public security yamen.

The man held the object in his sleeve tightly in his hand, and his courage was a little stronger. He shouted coldly: "I don't care whether your badge is true or false. You must know that today's business is from the Daritan Sect. If you know the knowledge, you will immediately get away, otherwise you will not have the best fruits to eat."

"Look, I guessed it." The young man obviously had no intention of getting out, but instead moved closer, pointed to the big man and he had two accomplices, and said to the giant around him: "These few pieces are the wealth-gathering boys from the Daritan Sect. The case where the Zheng family in Huayuankou was cheated of 30,000 gold coins the day before yesterday was cheated of 30,000 gold coins."

"Just watch it, I'll do the arrest."

......

There was a restaurant opposite the road, and behind the sign was the second-floor corridor. At this moment, two people were standing looking down. One of the scribes in the green clothes retracted their gaze on Zhang Xiao and said to the Sheriff Zhaoyi next to him: "Lao Jin, are you sure he failed the test again this year?"

"One Mr. Bai made fun of me. How could I make such a simple thing? "Still, the sea of ​​consciousness is dark, and no soul image is displayed on the mirror image of the Soul Stone."

"Don't mind. I just feel a pity when I ask this too much. After all, their father was also a stunning genius figure back then. The outstanding talent of that giant brother can be seen with his naked eyes. The ancient pool's soul can be deep or shallow, and it is considered the best among the water-based alien powers. Zhang Xiao is a big brother who attaches great importance to him. He has a little potential to awaken the alien power..." He stopped talking, and finally turned into a sigh.

"There is absolutely no possibility." Zhaoyi Sheriff Lao Jin said in a deep voice: "He is already eighteen years old and was admitted to the Public Security Bureau at the age of fifteen. Although he often has clever means to solve cases, he is often a gentleman who speaks, and every time he takes action, he is the giant brother Zhang Han."

At the age of eighteen, he could not awaken his power and had no hope for life. This is the iron law of the world of cultivation summarized by countless outstanding masters.

"Two years ago, I ordered you to do it once. My eldest brother acquiesced at that time." Mr. Bai San said: "I didn't expect that their brother not only came back alive from the Battle of Chongshan, but Zhang Xiao also received the recognition of Cao Datou from then on and was promoted to a first-class sheriff. I know that my eldest brother sent someone to do some investigation at that time, and then he was not allowed to touch him."

A ruthless look flashed across the old golden face and said, "That time I got a bargain! The main reason is that Zhang Han is so talented and willing to sacrifice his life for him. This time, the villain has already thought of a way to isolate their brothers first, and then ask the Daritan Sect to send out a foreign master. He will definitely take his life. The key is that you must make this decision."

"You arranged the money-gathering boys from the Daritan Sect below on purpose?"

Lao Jin nodded and said, "This kid has a prejudice against the Daritan Sect. He will definitely not let it go if he encounters it in his jurisdiction, just one word of yours."

Master Bai lowered his head and pondered, as if he was hesitating.

Lao Jin said in a deep voice: "The wedding date is right in front of you. Mr. Hao from the second prime minister's mansion had arrived in Fengyang last night..."

"What should I do? Just follow the original plan." Bai San Master finally stopped hesitating when he heard Mr. Hao from the second prime minister's mansion, and reminded him: "You know and I know this, and you must not let the third person know about it, especially the eldest brother."

"Don't worry, the villain knows the importance of it." Lao Jin looked gloomy and bowed his fists and said goodbye to go downstairs.

Mr. Bai stood on the railing and looked down. The two brothers Zhang Xiao and the other two had already fought with the big men.
Chapter completed!