Abnormal Girl Provokes Fireworks Master

  "Then, it's absolutely impossible." Murong Zi said indifferently.

  Yuè Yǐn heard these words and was somewhat disheartened.

  But unexpectedly, Murong Zi continued: "As long as it's someone I care about, if they dare to disappear without a word for a long time, even if I have to turn the world upside down, I'll still find them." Waiting wasn't Murong Zi's style.

  The moon hid a smile in his eyes, looked deeply at Murong Zi and said: "This is the style of a young lady." Cold but not lacking enthusiasm, indifferent but not lacking dominance. But what if... A hint of worry flashed across the moon's eyes, what if she couldn't be found?

  These words he could only hold in his heart, but did not say out loud.

  "Doctor Yueliang, you're so strange! Why are you suddenly asking such a question?" Murong Zi asked with a puzzled expression, pulling on Yueliang's sleeve. He was gentle as water, caring for her and taking care of her, but today this conversation seemed somewhat eerie.

  "Just arrived at this Wangfu Tower and suddenly asked. Let's go somewhere else to play, shall we?" Moon Hidden smiled and said.

  The girl is not a woman waiting for her husband, she will be a proud king, and he will not be lonely and deserted, and he is also relieved.

  Just the three of them went downstairs, and they ran into a middle-aged man with sparse hair, and beside him was a woman holding his wrist, who was familiar to Murong Zi, Liu Li from Class A. What a small world, it's said that people from Class A came to the same place as their class, but I didn't expect to run into them so soon.

  Isn't it a class trip? She's actually walking with a middle-aged uncle.

  "Doctor Moon!" The man shouted when he saw Doctor Moon.

  "Deputy Dean." Yue Yin replied calmly, this trip was organized by the Deputy Dean.

  "This little girl is." The deputy dean's gaze swept over Murong Zi, compared to the prominent and heavily made-up Liu Li, Murong Zi was indeed a little girl.

  "Dry father, this is my former good friend Xiao Zi." Liu Li said with a flirtatious tone, but her eyes were venomously staring at Murong Zi, that one time she didn't know what method she used, making her lose all face.

  "It was her." The deputy dean suddenly realized and then looked at Yue Yin with a strange gaze.

  Not wanting to get entangled with these two people any further, Yuè Yǐn pulled Mù Róng Zǐ and said: "Girl, let's go have some fun somewhere else!"

  "Wait, Dr. Yue, are you interested in antiques? There are several antique shops here, and there are tombs of a few high-ranking officials nearby, which have yielded many treasures!" said the deputy director.

  Antique, Murong Zi was stunned, didn't expect that there would be antiques here, and Zi Miao also jumped up eagerly.

  "Xiao Mo, do you like antiques?"

  "Grandpa likes collecting antiques, I've dabbled in it a bit. This ancient village might have some good stuff too, who knows! Mommy, let's go take a look!" Zi Mian said with a smile.

  The deputy director only then noticed Zǐ Mò beside Yuè Yǐn, and thought about Zǐ Mò's title for a moment, "And this little friend is..."

  "My son." Murong Zi replied faintly, not wanting to hear the deputy dean's superfluous words, and calmly left.

  In the ancient village, there are no special shops selling antiques. They are simply placed in the main hall of their homes. Some have been passed down from ancestors, while others were accidentally dug up.

  Layer upon layer of houses, forming a richly inked landscape painting, each house with intricately carved beams and painted rafters, flying eaves and upturned corners, overflowing with an ancient atmosphere.

  They walked to a gate with carvings of figures, flowers and birds, and couplets written in bold ink. Upon entering, they saw a small table filled with various items bearing historical marks.

  There are porcelain jars, jade utensils, copper coins... everything is dazzling.

  Then, the deputy dean and Liu Li slowly walked over, looking at these dirty things. Liu Li didn't like them as much as Zi Miao did, but she greedily stared at Murong Zi's purple wristlet, which was really beautiful.

  The deputy dean, however, seemed to be studying it carefully, holding a large bowl and observing it closely.

  "This is what we found on the west side of the mountain when it slid, it's absolutely real," said an old man with white hair. He was the owner of this house. Tourism here can drive the development of Guliang, but the income is not enough. The young people here have all gone to the city, and most of them are left behind by the elderly and children.

  Zi Yan also picked up a coarse ceramic bowl with a chrysanthemum painting and examined it carefully, the color was rich and pure.

  The old man looked at the child touching the antique and said with some concern: "Little friend, be careful, if you break it, you'll have to pay for it."

  Murong Zi stood beside Zi Mo and asked: "Little Mo, how is it? Is it true?"

  "This texture and style seem to be from the late Qing dynasty, but I'm not sure." In this line of work, it's all about eyesight and experience. Even if he's a genius, with too little experience, he can't make judgments at will.

  "Really?" Murong Zi smiled and said.

  "Xiao Zi, you really believe in the nonsense that kid said! This looks so new, how could it possibly be an antique from the late Qing dynasty? It's probably a modern imitation, put here to deceive people!"

  The old man's face flashed with anger when he heard his words, "There is absolutely no fake goods here."

  Compared to the deputy dean, Murong Zi naturally trusted her own son. She took over the bowl from Zime's hand and examined it carefully. Suddenly, she felt a surge of electricity passing through her hand, and then she could clearly see that there was a layer of faint white mist on the bowl.

  What is this? Murong Zi was taken aback, and suddenly a piece of information flashed into her mind. All things have spirits, and after years of accumulation, all ancient objects with history have spiritual energy. Absorbing this spiritual energy can assist in cultivating the power of medicine spirits.

  That is to say, not only can pure cultivation increase medicinal efficacy, but also absorbing the spiritual energy from ancient objects can increase it.

  Although the medicinal power of this large bowl is not much, it's almost the same as the things from the late Qing dynasty. Zi Yan's guess was correct, she doesn't understand antiques at all, and relies solely on her cultivation to sense the medicinal power, whereas Zi Yan is a true talent with real skills!

  Murong Zi felt proud of having such a son. Zi Miao smiled slightly and said, "Old man, I believe you, how much is this big bowl?"

  Digression

  The comment area is too quiet, so let's have a prize-guessing game!

  How much money will this little stranger cost!

  Under 100 yuan

  2: One hundred to five hundred

  3: Five hundred to one thousand

  4: Over 1,000

  Haha! Come on and guess! There's a reward!