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the Dragon chased the moon and grinned, "you are busy, Mr. Song. I'll help you identify the antiques."

"Thank you

Song Xuan was quite at ease about the identification level of dragon chasing the moon.

That's the direct disciple of Guan Feng. His level is definitely not low.

After Yang Zimei finished acupuncture for song Xuan, he came out to see long Zhuoyue in a daze with a porcelain bowl.

"What's the matter?"

Yang Zimei went over, took the porcelain bowl in his hand, looked at it, and asked, "this thing is nothing special. It's not antique."

"I know."

The Dragon chased the moon and seized the porcelain bowl. "This is a porcelain bowl I made by myself."

"Good craftsmanship!"

Yang Zimei praised the way, "can almost be confused with the real."

"It's not a problem. The problem is that the porcelain bowl is clearly placed in the cave where my master and I live together. It's my face that I usually eat. I don't know how it got into the hands of the peddler."

The brown pupil eyes of dragon chasing the moon suddenly sank. Huo stood up and said, "no, I want to go back to my cave to see if someone has stolen into it! That's where my master and I are. No one is allowed to enter. Sister in law, I have to go. I'll contact you when I have time. When my brother comes back, please call me. "

With that, her figure flashed and quickly disappeared in front of her eyes.

Looking at her in a hurry, Yang Zimei shook her head helplessly.

The Dragon chases the moon, just like the dragon day by day. The Dragon sees its head but does not see its tail. It comes and goes in a hurry.

No one believed that it was not two brothers and sisters.

Song Xuan recuperated for a while and came out. Seeing that long Zhuoyue was not there, he asked her where she had gone.

Yang Zimei didn't tell him the truth, only that she went to see her master.

"Mr. Song, do you have any information or photos of Guan Feng

Thinking that Guan Feng was a man who had entered the ancient tomb in the west of Zhou, and that he still had a very respectable identity, Yang Zimei was naturally interested in him.

"Well, academic research a few years ago will have photos, you and so on."

Song Xuan went into the room and took out a color picture album. Turning to the first page, he pointed to one of them and said, "this is teacher Guan Feng."

Looking at Guan Feng carefully, Yang Zimei found that he and his master still look like each other, but their hair and beard are different.

Master Yuqing looks like a fairyland, while Guan Feng is somewhat ruffian. His temperament is completely different, but his outline is somewhat similar.

"Mr. Song, do you know Mr. Guan's birthday?"

Yang Zimei asked song Xuan.

Song Xuan shook his head. "Mr. Guan's age has always been a mystery in the archaeological community. Some people speculate that he should be over 100 years old, while others say he is only over 60 years old."

"At least a hundred years old."

Yang Zimei knows how to meet each other. No matter how well a person is maintained, no matter how young she looks, she can't escape her eyes.

It's a pity that he didn't stand in front of himself and could not know his information exactly.

However, to be sure, he had a certain relationship with his master.

She would like to see her if she had a chance.

From Mo Xuan, Yang Zimei goes through Brunei street to the parking lot, opens the door, but finds a person sitting in the back seat of the car, which scares her.

This person is actually the mysterious grandmother who insists on giving the star awn diamond to her.

"Granny, how did you get into the car?"

Yang Zimei is extremely depressed to ask.

"Open the door and come in."

The old woman looked at her and said, "don't ask me anything. You drive to the river in the eastern suburb. I have something to say to you."

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