"The ruin he found should have been a large cemetery in prehistoric times!" Song Yi said in a surprising way.

"Graveyard?" Qian Yang was shocked, and all kinds of legends of seeking dragons and treasures, and making money by raising coffins appeared in his mind.

"Haha!" Song Yi laughed out loud: "Fellow Daoist Qian, don't be surprised. This cemetery is not a cemetery for princes and nobles, officials and nobles, but a cemetery for the poor at the bottom."

"Ah? Poor people?" Qian Yang was a little surprised.

"Well, that's right, the prehistoric items that Lu Tian took out initially seemed to have been buried underground for a long time before the disaster. The items were of many types, most of which were of little value, just some simple living utensils, pottery bowls, hoes and picks, as well as many seriously corroded copper coins, and occasionally some slightly valuable jade and silverware, which are in line with the characteristics of the burial objects. Therefore, I boldly speculate that he found a tomb of a poor man."

Seeing Qian Yang nodding, Song Yi continued: "Since he is a poor man, the items he owns are naturally valuable. Those things that are barely considered prehistoric antiques are not high in spiritual content, and at most they are enough for monks in the Foundation Establishment stage. Therefore, our goal is to meet the characteristics of burial objects at the auction and whose value does not exceed the value of the Foundation Establishment stage. And those who exceed this range are likely to be incorrect. Does fellow Daoist understand what I mean?

"Shaodong is indeed extraordinary!" Song Yi's analysis really made Qian Yang admire him.

"Fellow Taoist is too good. I have to worry about making a living!" Song Yi shook his head and continued: "Of course, although the auction uses prehistoric antiques as a gimmick, there are few antiques after all, and most of the items sold are materials, magic tools and other items. These are all based on Mr. Zhou's eyesight!"

Mr. Zhou laughed: "I have limited eyesight and have not earned many spirit stones for Shaodong over the years. I feel very ashamed to say!"

The few chatted for a while, and when they saw that the time was almost over, they set off for the auction site. Song Yi and Mr. Zhou led the way in front, Qian Yang covered his cloak and followed behind with awkward body. Soon, the three of them entered a rather inconspicuous house.

This house looks ordinary, but when you walk into it, you will find that the space is really not small, but the decoration is extremely simple, and it seems like you are temporarily used to make up the numbers.

There was a long table in front of the room, and a middle-aged monk sat behind it with his eyes closed. There were more than thirty round tables scattered in the room, and most of them were there. Song Yi found a table in the corner and asked the two to sit down.

After Qian Yang sat down, he looked around. As expected, as Song Yi said, many people dressed up like Qian Yang, obviously not wanting people to see the way out. However, those monks who were unpretentious and familiar with other tables occasionally greeted each other, and the atmosphere in the room was quite relaxing.

"Huh?" Qian Yang was suddenly stunned. He actually saw an acquaintance on another table.

The man was a little old, with a clean appearance and a calm expression. He sat there quite leisurely, and it was Qi Mu's father. A monk wrapped in a black cloak like Qian Yang was sitting next to him.

Qian Yang was naturally not good at greeting him in his outfit, so he sat there obediently counting the sheep, no longer looking around and being annoying.

After a while, the middle-aged monk behind the long table coughed lightly, slowly opened his eyes and glanced around the room, and spoke in a slightly sharp voice that was absolutely inconsistent with his appearance: "I haven't seen you for a month, I miss you very much!"

Some laughter came from below.

"Every time a new fellow Taoist is here, I have to introduce myself again every time." The middle-aged monk said with a smile: "In Xia Lu Tian, ​​I won't talk about my origin. Many fellow Taoists know more about my background than myself."

A few laughter sounded, as if somewhat embarrassed.

"I am just an ordinary monk with a little chance. I may have some advantages in some aspects, but I know nothing about doing business, let alone the materials for being an auctioneer. Now I am forced to go to this auction table, so I have to ask all fellow Taoists to give it to you."

The monks off the field were still very supportive and responded a few not very clear, implying that they were urging him not to talk nonsense and start quickly.

Qian Yang encountered such an unmainstream event when he first participated in the auction, and he watched it with relish.

Lu Tian was so kind that he did not gossip anymore and went straight to the topic: "According to the convention, the opening items of each auction are a prehistoric item, and today is naturally no exception." Lu Tian said, then took out a dark mirror from his waist, and then continued: "What is this? I don't know. Interested fellow Taoists come forward to identify it themselves in turn!"

Lu Tian didn't tell any lies. He was really not a product for the auctioneer. He didn't even know what he was going to sell. He was definitely a strange flower in the auction industry.

As soon as Lu Tian finished speaking, several impatient monks walked up to him and picked up the mirror and checked it carefully. Seeing that Mr. Zhou was not in a hurry, Qian Yang sat there and waited patiently.

This situation seems not the first time. The monks have already had a tacit understanding. Everyone has not been able to check it for a long time. After checking, they return to their seats calmly. Then, there are naturally other monks who continue to move forward. After most people are almost ready to see it, Mr. Zhou winked and asked Qian Yang to go to the long table to taste the mirror.

Old Zhou rubbed the mirror in his hand carefully, and Qian Yang felt itchy when he saw it. It was not until Old Zhou saw it that he handed the mirror to Qian Yang with an expressionless face.

Qian Yang took the mirror and looked at it carefully. It was indeed a bronze mirror. It was a handsome dragon with a handsome body, with a button in the middle of the mirror open, and there were four auspicious clouds in the shape of a perfect shape around him.

"Hey, what a beautiful mirror! I seem to have seen it somewhere?" Qian Yang sighed in his heart, then stroked the bronze mirror like that, and then gently weighed it in his hand.

Qian Yang flipped through the memories in his mind and compared them with pictures.

"This should be that thing!" Qian Yang had the answer in his heart, put down the bronze mirror and returned to his seat to sit.

When Mr. Zhou saw Qian Yang sitting down, he pinched the magic tricks and a black shield appeared around the people.

"Sound insulation cover?" Qian Yang's book was really in vain.

Song Yi said with a smile: "What do you think with Fellow Daoist Qian?"

It seems that this is the exam. Qian Yang is secretly glad that he can still say a few points in this thing. He looked through the information about this mirror in his mind, and answered it like an open-book exam:

"Looking at the dragon pattern on the mirror should be the style of the prehistoric Tang Dynasty. The mirrors in the Tang Dynasty were the most beautiful, mostly made of alloys of copper and tin. When they were made, they were white like a layer of silver. They were either buried in water and soil, or rubbed for a long time, and gradually formed a black skin on the surface. If this mirror is genuine, it must be a black lacquer ancient dragon pattern mirror of the Tang Dynasty. However, whether it is genuine or not, I have limited eyesight, so I have to ask Mr. Zhou for advice!"
Chapter completed!