Zhai Dongming not only has rich collections, but also mostly high-quality products. After Ning Fuchen looked at it, he was filled with mixed feelings.

No wonder he was able to buy a chicken jar cup worth 100 million yuan. It seems that only a few hundred million yuan is just a drop in the bucket.

The Ming Dynasty official kiln porcelain on this shelf alone is probably more than one billion. How could the things that really value in my mind be placed on the ancient shelf for anyone to visit?

"It's a pity that Mr. Zhai's chicken cup was not picked up, otherwise he would have appreciated the national treasure this time." Liu Bin was dazzled all the way, but still couldn't understand.

Ning Fuchen looked at the house full of treasures and asked Zhai Dongming for advice.

Zhai Dongming was very fond of Ning Fuchen and said it was all about it: "In fact, all antique artworks have the characteristics of his era. During the Shang and Zhou dynasties, pottery and bronze ware began to exist. Artworks from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period evolved on the basis of bronze ware in the late Shang Dynasty, but the patterns were more exquisite and delicate.

Look at the Chilong pattern, the Shang Dynasty was like this, it was relatively rough, and it was regular in the Warring States Period. From the Han Dynasty, you see, in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there was basically only one image left, and it was no longer obvious that it was Chilong."

Ning Fuchen remembers Zhai Dongming's antique knowledge with his sea of ​​consciousness, and he never forgets it. Combined with his own spiritual advantages, he will never be able to see antiques.

At this time, Wang Fengming came over and said, "Everyone should have a rest. I have prepared some late supper. Let's have something to eat first."

When he approached the restaurant, Ning Fuchen couldn't help but sigh. He was worthy of being a wealthy family, and even a simple midnight snack was prepared so richly.

Not only Australian lobsters, deer tendons, ginseng, etc. were found on the table, but also two bottles of Lafite for more than 8 years old.

Zhai Rongrong opened Lafite and immediately walked over to pour some for Ning Fuchen, then came over with a glass of wine and said, "Mr. Ning, thank you for saving your life, I wish you a glass."

"Miss Zhai is polite. It's a simple task, so why bother? Come on, thank you."

After drinking a few glasses, Zhai Rongrong became drunk and raised her glass to look at Ning Fuchen in a daze: "Mr. Ning is young and successful in his career. Learn from you and do it."

Ning Fuchen knew that she was drunk and didn't care. She touched her for a while and drank it all in one go.

"Tel, Mr. Ning, tell me the phone number, call you when I miss you."

"Rongrong, you're drunk, go and go to rest early." Seeing that Zhai Rongrong was a little incoherent, Wang Fengming hurriedly took her into the room.

Zhai Dongming said, "Yes, Mr. Ning, it's time for us to exchange phone calls."

Ning Fuchen was a little frightened and hurriedly reported his number to Zhai Dongming. The two exchanged numbers.

The Tianjing incident can be said to be very happy.

Since Liu Bin and Xu Weizhi were still going to visit the antique market in Tianjing, Ning Fuchen had to go back to Ningcheng alone.

It was a surprise that I actually got another Yuanshen bead. This Yuanshen bead was a little different from the previous one. It was not a colorful Dzi bead, but a three-eyed Dzi bead, but the faint spiritual energy emitted inside was generally the same.

Ning Fuchen's spiritual consciousness penetrated into the Yuanshen Pearl. Sure enough, there was also a ancestor of Ning's family. What he said was not much different from the people in the Ningjiawu Yuanshen Pearl and had no practical value.

Ning Fuchen withdrew from the Yuanshen Beads and thought to himself that it would be really difficult to get these Yuanshen Beads together.

It’s time to deal with a large blue and white underglaze pot.

Ning Fuchen took out the large jar from the ring and used bamboo pieces to scrape the paint inside and outside the jar. A delicate fine brushwork landscape appeared on this large jar.

A thin red line guides people into the mountain pass and reaches the depths.

Under the blue and white mountains, there is a line of small words: under the Kunlun Mountain, by the Carp River, the gate of hell, left to be destined to be destined.

After Ning Fuchen looked carefully, the map was imprinted in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Under Kunlun Mountain.

Alas! I haven't visited He Wanyun for a long time, and I don't know how she is practicing at the foot of Kunlun Mountain now.

No, I have to go see her now.

Once he thought of He Wanyun, an inexplicable feeling arose, and Ning Fuchen wanted to fly to Kunlun Mountain immediately. However, it was inconvenient to control the sword during the day.

It's been hard to survive until dark.

Ning Fuchen took off his sword and rushed straight to Kunlun Mountain.

In the evening breeze, Ning whisk seemed to flutter in the wind, and suddenly there was a floating feeling.

It was exactly what it felt like when I was troubleshooting on the plane that day.

At that time, I was about to understand it, but everyone pulled it onto the plane.

Wind!

Integrate yourself into the wind.

The wind is me, I am the wind.

Ning Fuchen's spiritual consciousness was infinitely released, and the spiritual energy in his whole body was also dispersed. He relaxed, relaxed, and then relaxed.

Feeling that he had lost his weight, Ning Fuchen tried to retract the flying sword.

I found that I did not fall down, but was like a snowflake flying in the air.

There is no need to fly with a sword, you can fly with a wind. Ning Fuchen's heart moved and his body climbed up.

The surrounding wind seemed to know his intentions, so he followed it up.

Go left and right.

Ning Fuchen's spiritual consciousness sensed the wind, flew up and down, and was free and free. The spiritual consciousness dissipated farther and farther in the wind, and some subtle sounds in the wind were also clearly heard.

The only disadvantage is that the flying wind is not as fast as the flying sword. After all, the flying sword is a spiritual weapon.

Soon, Ning Fuchen finally fully grasped the wind and was able to float in the wind as he pleased.

Although it is pleasant to fly in the wind, it also has its shortcomings. For example, what should I do when the wind blows south when it is about to go north?

Can I fly against the wind?

Ning Fuchen tried to change direction and move forward in the wind.

Sure enough, it's a bit difficult, but it can be completely flying and will not fall down due to the wind.

What if there is no wind?

When flying in the wind, you have to borrow the wind. If there is no wind, what if there is no momentum?

Then build momentum!

When the wind was low, Ning Fuchen's speed slowed down. Suddenly, Ning Fuchen slapped his palms back, and a powerful rush burst out. Ning Fuchen took advantage of the opportunity to fly two or three miles away, feeling very relieved.

If you have no power to borrow, you can build momentum by yourself. Flying in the wind is like flying in the clouds and fog!

Ning Fuchen was performing various flying methods in the wind, and his spiritual sense suddenly felt a familiar aura.
Chapter completed!