The place to go to in the town is nothing more than the morning market. Because the town is not big, Chen Feng came here shortly after walking. Cang Ancient Town is worthy of being a thousand-year-old town, with blue bricks on the streets. However, these blue bricks are originally ridges and corners, and under the crowd, they all have no arrogance and are all smooth.

It is said that it is a morning market, but it is actually mostly street stalls, and the goods are quite complete: fresh vegetables, antiques, rouge and powder, which are so many that it is dazzling. It is just because the locals have limited purchasing power and most of the heroes in the martial arts world are not interested in these, so there are not many people buying things. Despite this, Chen Feng still likes this feeling of the market. A lot of rotten fruits and vegetable leaves were lost on the street, and a lot of sewage was poured. After trampling, it turned into black mud and water, making a sound on people's feet. However, the pedestrians were unaware of anything and still walked as if nothing had happened. They could bargain with the vendors and fight for red faces.

Chen Feng took out a tent-exploration bead from the Qiankun cloth bag and went to the antique stall to take a look. What disappointed him was that most of the stalls were fakes. Occasionally there were genuine products, but they were not old. Chen Feng judged this way because the antiques in Cang Ancient Town all came from ancient tombs, and Chen Feng's star and moon beads of the sky can determine whether there is y energy around. Real antiques usually lie in the ancient tombs for a long time, and y energy must be very heavy. As for the tent-exploration beads, Chen Feng took them out when he was just excited. He put them on his sleeves and had no effect on these worldly antiques. It seems that the tent-exploration beads are probably only useful for things like secret tools.

Just as Chen Feng was about to leave, he felt the orb in his sleeve suddenly become hot - there was a sense! There must be a secret weapon without a master nearby! This is the conclusion that Chen Feng tried many times in daily life. Chen Feng found that the two orbs he obtained did not respond to his secret weapon, including the star and moon beads in the sky. Perhaps these are all things with the main objects, contaminated with the breath of his secret person. The orb can only sense the secret weapon without the master. The definition of the orb in his orb is indeed quite wonderful.

Chen Feng hurried to the street stall where he had sensed. This was a calligraphy and painting stall, and he casually set up a few calligraphy and paintings. However, the stall owner was strange. He was actually a beggar. His clothes were torn a lot, revealing his dark skin. He had not been cleaned for many days. He had a thick layer of mud and his clothes were shiny. It was probably because he wiped his nose and saliva on it. At this time, he was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, which was very comfortable. At this moment, they seemed not lying in the mud, but like lying on a dragon bed. While sleeping, their saliva flowed long and dripping all over the floor, and they didn't know what good food they had eaten in their dreams. They didn't care about the business in their stall.

Even so, before Chen Feng, there was still someone visiting his stall. When Chen Feng saw his back, the familiar feeling appeared again. He stepped forward, and the owner of his back happened to turn around and looked at each other. Both of them couldn't help but exclaim: "It's you!"

This person was Xiao Ling, who Chen Feng met in Qiu Ruins. At this time, Xiao Ling was holding a painting in her hand, drawing a ghost holding a judge's pen. The painting style is very sloppy. The ghosts in the painting are outlined several times, and there is no signature. The paper is yellow. In the eyes of many people, this painting may not be of much value, but Xiao Ling was happy when she saw this painting.

Chen Feng had already felt that this painting was the one that made the sensation of the sensation. After careful experience, this painting did have a vague fluctuation of secret power, but it was not very clear. Perhaps there was a restriction on it covering the breath of its secret weapon.

After the greetings, Xiao Ling thanked Chen Feng for his kindness in Qiu Xu for saving each other, and someone briefly described his experience after separation. Like Chen Feng, Xiao Ling had many experiences that were inconvenient to say, so they were both eager to speak but stopped. Both of them smiled understandingly. Seeing Chen Feng staring at the words in her hand, Xiao Ling said: "I originally wanted to buy this painting for someone. If Brother Chen likes it, take it."

Chen Feng waved his hand and said, "I don't lack secret tools."

Xiao Ling smiled and introduced: "This painting is a good secret tool. Just inject secret power, the evil ghosts in the painting will come out to help the battle, and the time can reach about one stick of incense. However, every time this painting is used, the gestures on the painting will be reduced. When the evil ghosts on the painting are not formed, the painting can no longer be used. Judging from the current appearance, this painting can be used more than ten times."

When Chen Feng saw Xiao Ling talking, he occasionally coughed, and his face was not covered with blood. It seems that although she escaped from the trial place last time, she was also seriously injured. Chen Feng really wanted to find out from him what was going on behind the trial place, but the two of them were just having sex in Qiuxu, so it was still inconvenient to ask.

After chatting for a few more words, Xiao Ling woke up the beggar and asked about the price. The beggar narrowed his eyes, looked at the painting and said, "Ten copper plates."

Xiao Ling handed over a small gold ingot, then bowed to Chen Fengying, expressed her gratitude, and then lowered her head and left.

The beggar suddenly lost all sleepiness and put the golden ingot in his mouth and bit it several times, almost chucking his teeth.

Chen Feng asked him where these calligraphy and paintings came from. The beggar was unwilling to say it at first. Chen Feng handed over a small piece of silver, and the beggar took it with a smile and said softly.

It turned out that this beggar was very familiar with the terrain near Cang Ancient Town. His daily business was to guide the tomb robbers, keep watch, or entrust them. Among the items robbers robbers, the ones they stolen were the calligraphy and paintings. Because it was cloudy, the items were easy to mold, and calligraphy and paintings were generally difficult to store. Especially for some tomb robbers with relatively low taste, they would throw away jewelry when they encountered calligraphy and paintings, which would make the beggar cheaper. When he had nothing to do, he set up a stall here for a few small money. Who knew that he met a rich man today.

Seeing that Chen Feng was interested in calligraphy and painting, the beggar pointed to the rest of the calligraphy and painting and said, "I can get any calligraphy and painting of the young master."

"Is there any painting like that just now?"

The beggar scratched his head and said, "That painting is so bad, I don't have it here. There are quite a few fine products."

"Do you know which tomb that painting comes from?"

The beggar thought for a long time and pointed to several places randomly. Naturally, Chen Feng easily discovered that he was talking nonsense, so he shook his head helplessly and left.

Seeing Chen Feng walk away, the beggar muttered to himself, expressing his incomprehension, and then took out the gold ingot and bit it in his mouth.
Chapter completed!