The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

472: Chapter 472 The Unpredictable World of Martial ArtsHan Jingyang had been busy since early morning, chasing all the way from Quancheng to Xian.

Although the results were fruitful, the process had been quite twisted and even a bit dangerous.

After much effort, he had finally managed to get some delicious food he rarely ate, thanks to Chen Zhongfei, only for it to be ruined when he was halfway through.

He endured his anger and patiently went to eat some mutton paomo, only for another incident to occur.

Who wouldn’t be furious if this happened to them?

Han Jingyang looked in the direction the bricks were flying from and saw five or six young men on motorcycles, each holding a brick and hurling them toward this side.

”You little bastards!”

Han Jingyang flashed forward, transforming into a thousand-armed Tathagata. His hands moved in unison, intercepting all the bricks in the blink of an eye and preventing the storefront from being smashed.

In an instant.

Applause thundered.

The diners clapped in unison.

”Good!”

”What great skill!”

”The Heavenly Net stance that the Little Dragon Maiden taught Yang Guo is nothing compared to this.”

”This is a true martial arts expert. His hand, eye, body, and footwork are perfectly coordinated. He actually intercepted over a dozen bricks all by himself.”

”He’s a master at catching hidden weapons!”

”I knew there were experts among the common people.”

”That was close; the shop was almost smashed. It’s just a pity about that pot of fine mutton soup.”

”Well done, young hero!”

”Beautifully done!”

”Damn, where did this bunch of bastards come from, doing such dirty deeds?”

”Catch those little bastards—”

While everyone was chattering away.

Han Jingyang had already charged toward the group of thugs. The moment the thugs revved their engines to leave, he raised his hand and hurled the bricks he had just caught back at them.

His force and accuracy were comparable to a missile.

Two bricks whistled through the air, accurately hitting the center of two motorcycle wheels.

”Snap—”

The wheels fell apart under the immense impact.

Four thugs flew off simultaneously and landed hard on the ground.

The other thugs rode off without hesitation, not even looking at their fallen companions, which showed they weren’t people who valued loyalty.

Thugs are just thugs.

Han Jingyang didn’t pay attention to those four thugs but turned to Liang Xingxin, who had followed him out: ”Old Daoist, this is your territory. Could you handle this?”

Liang Xingxin raised an eyebrow in surprise: ”You aren’t going to find the culprit to vent your anger?”

Han Jingyang chuckled: ”That’s why I’m troubling you to help me find the culprit; I must vent this anger!”

Upon hearing this, Liang Xingxin’s eyes lit up: ”Leave it to me. I’ll dig up their family history for eight generations!”

After saying this, he headed straight for the four thugs.

Han Jingyang shook his head and pulled Liu Jing away.

Liu Jing was puzzled: ”Why leave?”

Han Jingyang sighed: ”The Jianghu is treacherous. The waters in this ancient capital of thirteen dynasties are even deeper than in our Quancheng. Let’s enjoy eating and strolling while the enemy is still testing us; we’ll be busy soon enough.”

”The enemy?”

”They aren’t friends, anyway,” Han Jingyang scratched his brow: ”I can’t even eat a meal in peace. They want to deliberately provoke me, but I won’t give them the satisfaction. Let’s take it slow. Once we’ve eaten well and had our fill of fun, we’ll have a proper showdown. I really want to test just how deep the waters of this ancient capital of thirteen dynasties run.”

Liu Jing gripped her sword hilt and nodded heavily, saying with murderous intent: ”Fine, then we shall meet the experts here.”

The two left the crowd amidst the chaos and found another place to eat paomo.

It must be said that the city of Xian truly has a deep foundation.

Although it has various shortcomings, it is also leading the country in many aspects.

For instance, the food.

Even though it is mostly carbohydrate-based, for someone like him who isn’t afraid of gaining weight and has a big appetite, it was simply heaven. Walking and eating along the way was incredibly satisfying.

They also took the opportunity to see the night view of the great Xian.

Although much of it is modern scenery, it is done with genuine culture, far better than those cookie-cutter light shows.

The two of them, just like the young couples everywhere on the street, walked hand in hand, leaving behind countless photos.

No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot avoid such conventions in this kind of environment.

Moreover, Han Jingyang and Liu Jing were not old; they were both young people in their twenties. If one ignored their super-strong combat abilities, they were essentially no different from other couples—they liked delicious food, liked beautiful scenery, liked showing affection, liked taking photos to post on social media, and liked doing things that couples love to do.

It wasn’t until they found about twenty antique street stalls in the night market that they stopped.

Han Jingyang was a bit surprised.

Are there still such street stalls these days?

Street stalls aren’t rare; they are common in antique cities, antique markets, and even bird-and-flower markets.

But night market stalls operating at night are very rare because people are more vigilant now. Generally, they wouldn’t spend money on antiques in such an environment and place. Whether they actually have a demand or are looking to pick up a bargain, they would go to an antique market.

These guerrilla-style stalls set up on the side of the road are almost synonymous with scammers.

Especially setting up at night, it is clearly taking advantage of the poor lighting conditions to swindle people.

Besides, what serious antique collector would come out to buy things late at night?

Even if they wanted to try their luck, they wouldn’t do it in such a place.

Of course, since these stalls exist, it means there is a certain logic to them.

Xian is so big, with a permanent population of thirteen million and millions of domestic and foreign tourists coming and going every day, there are always a few who think they are lucky enough to take the bait.

For example, the two of them.

They certainly didn’t intend to buy anything, but seeing such a stall near midnight, they still instinctively went over to take a look.

It was a professional habit; after all, the two of them had been dealing with antiques for over half a year together, and they still dabbled in it from time to time.

He squatted down and picked up a small bronze Buddha to weigh it.

There was no need for appraisal; the weight was wrong. It wasn’t pure copper at all, but copper-plated, with the cheapest scrap iron inside. It was the trashiest type of counterfeit. You wouldn’t even see such trashy counterfeits in the current antique market; even the most novice player wouldn’t be fooled by this.

Han Jingyang shook his head.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh.

The moment he squatted down, he really did have the thought of picking up a bargain.

But the moment he squatted down, reality hit him hard.

However, he instinctively reached for a second item.

The result was still a fake that couldn’t be faker, not even qualifying as a counterfeit.

Counterfeits at least have some connection to the genuine article, with somewhat similar shapes and craftsmanship—that counts as a counterfeit.

But the two items he touched had nothing to do with genuine antiques.

You couldn’t even call them industrial products; the craftsmanship was too poor to have any quality at all.

He really didn’t know why this person was setting up such junk.

Would anyone actually spend money on this kind of stuff?

Even if it were cheap, you couldn’t take it.

Even if it cost a dollar or two, buying a sugar sculpture would be more worth it than this.

Liu Jing saw it too and let out a giggle, pulling on Han Jingyang’s shoulder: ”Boss, let’s go back. It’s getting late.”

Han Jingyang nodded.

He stood up to leave.

But just as he turned around, he bumped straight into a young and pretty woman.

The young woman had delicate features and a slim figure, wearing denim hot pants paired with a tight T-shirt, revealing two fair and tender long legs and a slender waist. A black baseball cap was worn backward on her head. She said in a panic: ”I, I’m sorry.” As she finished speaking, she turned and left, looking hurried, as if she had urgent business.

Han Jingyang, however, grabbed the baseball cap-wearing young woman’s slender arm, pulled her in front of him, gazed into her slightly panicked eyes, and chuckled: ”Beauty, you want to leave after bumping into someone?”