Liang Yong played with the peach blossom fan. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this thing was not ordinary. The ivory fan handle was pleasant to touch and even more pleasant to look at. There was also the flawless white fan surface, which felt soft and elegant with fingers and was even smoother than a woman's skin.

It has a pearl-like halo and must be made of fine silk.

Silk fan? This was Liang Yong's natural guess after touching it. With his 250-level knowledge of clothing materials, he believed that the best fabric in the world is silk. Since the fan is so beautiful and tactile, it is made of silk.

The strangest thing is the edge of the fan. It looks like it is wrapped in snow-white silk, but it emits golden light from time to time under the light. Use your fingers to pinch it, which is soft but tough, pinch it with your fingers until it bends, and then let go and it returns to its original shape.

What is wrapped in the silk? Could it be gold wire? Liang Yong really wanted to peel off the edges of the silk fan to have a look, but he suppressed his curiosity and gave up the idea. This fan is worth a lot of money. If it is accidentally broken, it will leave defects.

The value is greatly reduced.

The palm-sized fan exudes a strong scent of rouge. Look at the alluring beauty shape on the fan handle. It should not be an object played by girls in ancient times. It should be an object passed down to the hands of high-ranking officials and swingers, who would bring it in the middle of the night when they can't sleep.

An obscene toy to play with.

After Liang Yong looked carefully, he turned on the antique computer in the room and searched online. He wanted to see the current market price of this thing. He entered the three words "peach blossom fan" on Du Niang, but he was disappointed.

It turned out that it was either dramas or various videos. Furthermore, several street writers had used this term in their online novels, without even a specific introduction to the item. It seems that this thing was made up by people.

Of course, Du Niang never treats those who are interested. After Liang Yong used various search terms, he still learned a lot of useful information. Since there was no direct information about the peach blossom fan, he searched for other small objects played by the ancient prince.

, indirectly infer the value of the peach blossom fan.

A snuff bottle, treasure gourd and other small objects from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, some of which are in slightly better condition, are worth tens of thousands, often hundreds of thousands, and hundreds of thousands are very common. It seems that the short and fat Director Wang is not lying.

This fan really cost 180,000 yuan.

Now Liang Yong is selling it. It is probably impossible to sell it for 180,000 yuan. People’s antique shops always have to make a profit from recycling. If they sell it for 100,000 to 80,000 yuan, it would be considered good. If they meet a black-hearted profiteer, they will

He says that the thing is worthless, and then hangs it on you for a period of time, and then kindly takes it away for you at a super low price, giving you a thousand yuan, and you still have to thank him.

Fortunately, when Liang Yong got the fan from Fatty Wang, Fatty Wang told him the origin and price, so he knew he wouldn't fall for such a trick.

"Forget it, I can't estimate the final price at home. I'll ask Wang Mazi for an appraisal tomorrow. If I can get a hundred or eighty thousand, I'll sell it." Liang Yong muttered to himself, yawned and went to bed.

As soon as he lay down, it was his limit to be able to hold on until now. He hadn't slept for two days in a row, and he stayed up until past 12 o'clock tonight. For a lazy person who sleeps 15 hours a day, this is considered to be an extraordinary performance.

After a while, Liang Yong fell into a deep sleep. The peach blossom fan was still in his hand. After a while, Qin Yu quietly walked in and turned off the computer, turned off the lights, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner to 25 degrees, picked up a thin blanket and covered Liang Yong.

On her stomach, she finally closed the door halfway before leaving quietly. The little girl would do this carefully every night, no matter how late Liang Yong went to bed.

At this time, the peach blossom fan lit up, and a charming beauty in ancient palace clothes walked out. Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows were lightly swept, and there were thousands of amorous feelings in her red and phoenix eyes. There was a natural vermilion in the center of her eyebrows.

Beauty mark. When walking forward and backward, the perfect curves are revealed.

Twisting her orchid fingers, she smiled meaningfully at Qin Yu's back and said to herself: "Pure and elegant, naturally beautiful, gentle and pleasant... She is the best Virgo saint among the 12 saints I am looking for in the Peach Blossom Palace.

Candidate."

She looked away at Qin Yu, and when she looked at Liang Yong again, there was a hint of teasing and affection on her face. She stretched out her fingers as bright as a freshly peeled lotus root, playfully tapped Liang Yong's forehead, and murmured to herself: "

Ever since the Holy Lord of Peach Blossom Palace became an immortal 500 years ago, the reincarnation of the Holy Lord has not been found, and the temple has been closed for 500 years. I didn’t expect that the reincarnated soul boy would be a lazy and lustful little fat guy like you. I

Xiao Yanzi wants to teach you how to practice the Peach Blossom Magic Skill, help you find the 12 Saints of Destiny, and finally open the temple... It's really a laborious and laborious task..."

A few black lines appeared on Xiao Yanzi's flawless forehead, with an expression of hatred for steel. But then he chuckled: "Hehe, you are indeed lucky, you have the reincarnation of the Holy Lord, and you also have a destiny.

The saint has been with me since childhood. She has completed the foundation-building skills of the Peach Blossom Magic Skill without knowing it. As long as she has a physical relationship with another saint, she can complete the inheritance of the Peach Blossom Magic Skill and officially start practicing..."

Xiao Yanzi's examination of Liang Yong was not over yet, and she began to comment on his body again. She was not like a mentor, but like a loving, picky and talkative little daughter-in-law observing her beloved husband.

"Well, I don't like your bloated figure..."

"And this virtue of laziness and snoozing..."

"..."

As Xiao Yanzi continued to observe Liang Yong, he began to constantly pick out the shortcomings of Liang Yong, and kept complaining. Wu Xia's brows wrinkled again. His fingers couldn't help but touch Liang Yong's ears, as if to vent his anger.

Pinch it hard.

"Ouch! Damn mosquito." Liang Yong muttered in pain in his sleep and slapped his ear.

Little Yanzi dexterously closed her hands, covered her mouth and chuckled, with a naughty look on her face.

Liang slapped her ears until their ears turned red, then turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

"Looking at your stupidity, you don't look like the Peach Blossom Holy Lord. It seems that I, the Holy Lord's teacher, will have to give you a good education in the future. Hehe, if you don't obey, my little Yanzi will have many ways to punish you..." Gong

Xiao Yanzi, pretending to be a beauty, smiled happily and gestured in the air with her little hands above her head, obviously planning how to reform this naughty new owner who was full of faults.

Then Xiao Yanzi pressed his fingertips hard on Liang's forehead, pierced his forehead, picked up a drop of blood on his fingertips and blended it into the peach blossom fan.

"Damn it, mosquitoes are dead, why should people live!" Liang Yong cursed loudly, and slapped his forehead again until it turned red. He still didn't wake up, so he turned over on the bed and wrapped his head in a pillow to sleep.

Liang Yong's blood beads melted into the peach blossom fan, and a holy halo rose up from the fan. The little swallow's body became clearer, and her red lips and white teeth became more attractive.

After the halo circled the peach blossom fan twice, it turned into a thin line and shot into Liang Yong's forehead in a circle.

In the distant Zhongnan Mountains, the eyes of the huge statue of the Holy Lord in the center of the Peach Blossom Palace Temple suddenly lit up, and then slowly closed again. A gray-haired old woman immediately shouted happily: "Hahaha

, the Holy Lord shed his blood and recognized the Lord successfully!"

All the peach trees in the Peach Blossom Valley on the ground bloomed with bright peach blossoms overnight, and the fragrance filled the mountains and fields. This vision attracted tourists to the ancient Peach Blossom Temple in the valley for a while...

The nunnery master Ciyun, who was nearly 70 years old, specially recalled her direct disciple Yue Ziling, who was in college, from the big city, and entered the secret room to discuss the whole day. When Yue Ziling left, there was a layer of holy halo and expectation on her beautiful face...

"Alas, I can't communicate directly with him until he completes the foundation-building inheritance. It's pointless to go back into the fan, so I'd better hide in his body and take the opportunity to help him improve his physical quality..." Xiao Yanzi glanced at the beautiful scenery outside the window.

In the beautiful and prosperous city, I sighed sadly, my body turned into a line of green smoke and penetrated into Liang Yong's body, but it was hiding in Liang Yong's fat belly. I don't know what this little girl was thinking, where

But it's a very unsafe place. From time to time, a man will lift something up and hit her...
Chapter completed!