Reborn Ghost Cultivator

Chapter 27
"sell things?"

This sentence was like a valve. When it clicked off, all the clerk's words were shut off just now. She was a little surprised. Even if she knew that the two children were dressed in extraordinary clothes, what could the two seven or eight-year-old children come up with?However, she had been trained before taking up the job, and the most vivid sentence she remembered was not to underestimate any customer.Therefore, the clerk still maintained just the right politeness and asked.

"Two customers, what do you want to sell?"

Mo Qianluo didn't speak, took off the schoolbag on his back with one hand, unzipped it, took out calligraphy and painting from it, and handed it over.

"This is?"

The clerk took it, a little curious.Whether it is the paper quality or the mounting of the calligraphy and painting, it feels very new, not like an antique at all.These two young masters and ladies shouldn't be bored to entertain her, right?

While being suspicious, he opened the scroll.As soon as she opened it, the elegant and dragon-like font came into view, and she knew that the characters were extraordinary, even if they were not antiques, they should be able to sell for a lot of money, and her attitude became solemn.

"Is this the real work of Wang Xizhi?"

Before Mo Qianluo could answer, there was a sudden exclamation from the stairs, and the little old man, who was still a bit of a fairy, ran down like a gust of wind, snatched the scroll from the clerk's hand, and slowly rubbed it. Those obsessive eyes, that devoted demeanor, and that cautious attitude all tell others that this word is unusual.

Behind the old man is a middle-aged man in his early forties. The man has a Chinese character face, is neither tall nor short, half bald on his head, wears a pair of black-framed eyes, and looks quite serious and scholarly.

Seeing the middle-aged man coming down, the clerk immediately put on a silent look, stood up respectfully, and said hello: "Hello, manager."

store manager?

Hearing this, Mo Qianluo's eyes lingered on him for a few more seconds, the man's demeanor really didn't tell that he was in business at all.

"Yeah." The man nodded gently, and turned to Mo Qianluo, "Don't be offended, my two children. My father devoted himself to studying archaeology, and was very fascinated by calligraphy and painting. He especially admired the calligrapher Wang Xizhi."

Mo Qianluo waved his hand to show that he didn't care.To be honest, although this is an authentic work by Wang Xizhi, as the clerk thought, this set of calligraphy and painting is very new no matter whether it is paper or paper. It is estimated that Wang Xizhi took it here at random not long after he finished writing it in the ghost world. Yes, I'm afraid it will take her a lot of work to convince people that this is the real work.This is just right, no need for her to waste words.

The old man frowned and shook his head while watching, and muttered to himself: "It's weird, it's really weird."

"Father, what's wrong?" The middle-aged man couldn't stand it any longer, and leaned over to ask.

"This calligraphy should be the authentic work of a calligrapher in terms of style and momentum, but the Wei and Jin Dynasties have been almost 700 years away from now. How could the calligraphy and painting be preserved so well? Moreover, this calligraphy does not seem to me to be After more than 1000 years of precipitation, it seems to have just been written." After finishing speaking, the old man ignored his son and came straight to Mo Qianluo. He looked at Mo Qianluo with glowing eyes, "Little friend, tell me , where did you get this word?"

If this word is really authentic, it means that someone can perfectly preserve cultural relics, which is a major discovery for modern archaeology.

Mo Qianluo paused, not afraid of his overly eager eyes, and said: "This is my family's ancestral heritage. I don't know exactly how my family's ancestors preserved it."

"This is not something that is more than 1000 years old at all." The door was pushed open, and a clear female voice came in.

(End of this chapter)