Chapter 100: This Is Called Ancient Essay

Following Bai Chen's advice, Lin Mengyao bought a high-quality pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote down the incomprehensible ancient characters. Then, he followed Bai Chen and others to the most noisy street and set up a street stall.

The three of them have no experience in such things as street stalls, but fortunately, Fatty Guo is an expert in this area. He has never eaten pork, but Bai Chen, who has seen pigs running, quickly took a snapshot of a gourd and painted a ladle, and put the thick pork The red blanket was completely spread out, and then the copybook was pulled, and the four corners were pressed down with small stones.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. This is Yang Ziqing, a great calligrapher of the Fengyan Dynasty ten thousand years ago. He wrote it on the day his wife gave birth. It has been preserved intact until now. Friends who like poetry and painting, come and have a look~"

Bai Chen dragged his neck and yelled loudly, and soon attracted countless eyes following the sound.

Lin Mengyao and Tang Qin stood aside, smiling awkwardly.

When those people took advantage of the opportunity to see the copybook on the ground, they all showed disgust and quickly dispersed.

In Maicheng, which is famous for casting, it is difficult for anyone to be interested in this kind of thing.

After yelling for a long time, no one came to ask the price, Bai Chen only felt that his throat was dry and his throat was smoky.

After gulping down a few sips of water and putting the gourd aside, Bai Chen was convinced.

"I can't do it, Tang Qin, let me have a rest instead of shouting for a while."

Tang Qin, who was named, had a look of displeasure on her pretty face. She wanted to shout, but she had to be able to.

After several attempts, she finally gave up the idea, and muttered dejectedly, "You better come, I can't yell out."

"You girl!"

Bai Chen coughed lightly, turned his gaze to Lin Mengyao who had a troubled face, and finally chose to continue yelling by himself.

He couldn't bear to let Lin Mengyao sell goods on the windy street.

"Pass by, don't miss it~"

"This is the authentic work of Yang Ziqing, the sage of Fengyan's poet. You can come and have a look. It's priceless and can be sold at a low price!" Lin Mengyao suddenly shouted, leaving Bai Chen and Tang Qin stunned.

Unexpectedly, this golden body with ten fingers not touching the sun and spring water actually started a street vendor business, and it still looked decent, Bai Chen was particularly moved.

"Mengyuan, stop shouting, I'll come." Holding her little hand, Bai Chen said reluctantly.

Looking at his warm eyes like spring breeze, Lin Mengyao shook his head: "Brother Bai, your voice is going to be hoarse, take a rest."

"This little thing is nothing, don't shout out your throat, be obedient."

Hearing Bai Chen's heartwarming reassurance, Lin Mengyao's pretty face blushed, and she no longer had the anger she had before.

But Tang Qin refused to accept it, she immediately grabbed Bai Chen, put her hands on her hips and scolded angrily: "What do you mean, he is afraid of shouting a few words, so what about me?"

"You're different~" Bai Chen said flatly.

"It's different, you two big men bullied me and a little girl, didn't you!"

"You're a heroine, of course it's different~"

"you!"

When Lin Mengyao was covering his mouth and chuckling, the crowd in the distance suddenly became restless and fled in all directions.

Behind the crowd, a brown steed suddenly jumped out, and the man on the horse scolded all the way: "You untouchables, get out of the way for me, or I will crush you to death, hahahaha!"

The galloping horse quickly crossed the out-of-the-way path and charged towards Bai Chen and the others.

"Get out, get out of my way!"

Seeing that Bai Chen and the others refused to give way, that man's eyes were filled with coldness.

Just as the scattered crowd watched in panic, Gao Yue's horseshoe kicked hard in Bai Chen's direction.

Seeing this, Lin Mengyao's pretty face turned cold, and she reached out with her jade hand, and even grabbed the kicked horse's hoof directly, and firmly grasped the black horse in mid-air.

With a petite body, he was able to hold the galloping horse with one hand. This scene made the pedestrians on the street break out in a cold sweat.

At the same time, Bai Chen jumped up, grabbed the frightened man on the horse in the air, and flung him far away. Like a kite with a broken string, the man hit the stone slab of the street with his head, and his teeth cracked. It fell to the ground, spattering blood along the way.

Seeing the man's extremely miserable end, everyone was terrified, and retracted their necks resentfully.

"Are you so full that you come here to seek guilt?"

Bai Chen spread his hands helplessly, and looked sympathetically at the crying man lying on the ground.

"You bastard, do you know who I am!"

The man stood up scrambling, because his teeth leaked, and his speech was slurred.

"Do you know who I am, young master?"

Lifting his eyes lazily, Bai Chen's eyes were full of contempt.

The man was obviously startled. He was about to say something when he suddenly turned around and hastily opened the black cloth bag that fell to the ground. When he saw a piece of broken porcelain inside, his face turned as cold as blue iron.

"You've made trouble, you've made big trouble!"

Holding the black cloth bag with trembling hands, the man murmured wanting to cry.

It seems that the broken porcelain in the black cloth bag should be something of great value, but Bai Chen did not sympathize with him at all. Instead, he turned his attention to the copybook under his feet. On the edge of the copybook, there is a sticky The bloody teeth stained the corners red.

"This is a thousand-year-old celadon vase that the master bought from Yaoshan. It is a gift for the sixth prince of the Fengyan Dynasty! Even if you send your head, you can't afford such a treasure!"

The man roared angrily, with blood rushing down his chin.

"My copybook is the authentic work of Yang Ziqing, the poet of the Fengyan Dynasty. Even if you give it to your wife, you can't afford such a rare treasure!"

Bai Chen looked at the man with a smile, but what he said made the man's face ashen.

"Your broken copybook, how can it compare with my thousand-year-old celadon bottle!" The man's eyes were red, and he roared with all his strength.

Louder than me?

His eyes fell on his swollen face, and the next moment, Bai Chen channeled his spiritual power to his chest, and suddenly roared angrily at the man: "This copybook of my father is a thousand-year-old ancient writing, which is more important than your thousand-year-old broken bottle." It’s priceless, ancient prose! Do you understand this is ancient prose!”

The tyrannical fluctuation of spiritual power, along with the deafening roar from his throat, exploded in the whole street.

Some onlookers hurriedly covered their ears, and the man who was facing Bai Chen was so frightened that his pores stood up, and he knelt down crying and pissing, shaking violently all over his body.

Seeing that he was nearly knocked out of his wits by his roar, Bai Chen nodded in satisfaction, with an easy-going smile on his face again.

"I don't want to blackmail you either, so how about it, count your compensation for the thousand-year-old broken bottle, and you give me another five thousand gold, and let's forget about it!"