When the shop owner heard this, he hurriedly presented the box in his hand: "Master, look, what I said is this..."

As he spoke, the shop owner opened the box directly. Fang Yuan looked at it and saw that there was an ornament in the box. The size of the thing was not large, only the size of an adult's fist. The color was light yellow and bright, and it had a bit of ancient beauty.

At first glance, Fang Yuan's heart moved, he gently reached out to pick up the thing, squinted his eyes and observed it carefully. The thing was not big, but it was very heavy, the texture was very hard, and the surface was smooth and delicate, which meant that the material was very good.

"This is a boxwood carving!" Fang Yuan affirmed. He had been with Bao Longtu for a long time, so he still had this little vision.

"That's right, it's boxwood." The owner nodded quickly and said, "This thing was a few years ago. A very down-and-out Feng Shui master came to me and planned to transfer the thing to me. He said that this was a very advanced magic weapon and a treasure of his master's sect. However, when it was passed to him, the master's sect fell into the sect and could not continue, so he could only give in to someone..."

"Anyway, he praised the things so much that it was so popular, but when I looked at them, I felt that the things were not as good as he said. However, the material was boxwood, which was rare, so I bought them at a low price."

The owner told him everything and said bluntly: "After buying the things, I also studied them for several years and found that the things are really strange..."

"Is it strange?" Fang Yuan held the thing and looked at it, and soon understood what the store owner was saying.

The world is wood carving, but it is indeed a root carving, which is carved from the roots of boxwood. Generally speaking, root carving is most important to adapt to the times. Because the boils, tumors, scars, and beards naturally formed by the tree roots, then carve the works according to the situation.

In jargon, it means three parts artificial and seven parts natural.

This is what Fang Yuan’s hand is. Using the shape of the tree’s fundamental body, it is carved into a statue of an old man with a slight modification. The old man hangs a crutch in his hand, a wide robe and a large beard hangs on his chest and continues to his waist.

The craftsmen who carve things have extraordinary skills. The knife skills are very concise. They are also lightly carved along the texture of the tree roots, and can easily portray the old man's silly appearance and good fortune and longevity.

There is no doubt that this should be a statue of a god. It may be an immortal in the South Pole. It may also be a lucky star, a longevity star, a lucky star, a lucky star, or the like. But this is not important. What is important is that this is indeed a magic weapon.

Anyway, when Fang Yuan looked at it, he could detect the aura emitted from the things. However, this aura was very strange, with a feeling of dispersion but not gathering and floating.

Not only that, the carving itself is also a bit special. Fang Yuan picked up the thing and saw that the bottom of the thing was pointed. In other words, the overall image of the thing was like a pointed top, the upper part was an old man's figure, and the lower part was a circle with a pointed shape.

While Fang Yuan was looking at it, the shop owner continued, "Master, you have also seen that things are sharp and cannot stand firmly, so they can only be placed sideways. So I suspect that this is just a residual weapon..."

"Remnant weapon?" Fang Yuan felt thoughtful.

"Yes, the residual weapon." The owner emphasized: "I suspect that things should have a base, and the base is also a magic weapon. The combination of two things is a whole magic weapon."

"Is that right?" Fang Yuan stretched his palm straight and carefully stood the carving on the palm of his hand. But the owner was right, the bottom of the thing was sharp and he couldn't stand it at all. As soon as he let go, the thing fell down immediately.

The moment the thing fell, Fang Yuan quickly closed his five fingers and held the thing firmly. At the same time, a strange color appeared in his eyes and suddenly asked, "Boss, how do you sell the things?"

"What?" The owner was stunned, thinking that he had heard it awkwardly.

"Does the things be sold?" Fang Yuan asked again: "How much does it cost?"

"Ah..." The owner finally heard it clearly, shocked and suspicious, and even a little unbelievable. He didn't even know how to say anything, and he stuttered: "Great... Master, do you really buy this thing?"

"Yes, I bought it." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Let's get a price."

"This..." The shop owner hesitated, and then seemed to have made some determination and resolutely said: "Master, I don't want money for this thing, just use it as a gift for you."

The unexpected answer also surprised others. After all, everyone is not stupid. You can tell from the store owner's behavior of storing things in the storage room. No matter how the store owner says something strange, he also believes that things must be more precious.

Any precious things must have high value. But now, Fang Yuan said he wanted to buy them, so the owner gave them the things directly, but it was given for free.

This situation naturally surprised others and vaguely realized what kind of weight a great Feng Shui master is in the Feng Shui world.

"A gift for me?" Fang Yuan was also a little surprised.

"That's right." The owner nodded quickly and said with a smile: "Please accept it with a smile from the master."

"No need..." Fang Yuan shook his head neatly and refused: "You talk about the price, I'll buy it..."

When the shop owner heard the sound, he looked disappointed. He sincerely gave it to him, hoping that Fang Yuan would owe a favor. You should know that the potential value of a great Feng Shui master is definitely above the advanced magic weapon.

Unfortunately, Fang Yuan refused, and his tone was firm and he didn't give him any chance. The owner smiled bitterly, took the lead and said, "Since that's the case, Master, you can say as much as you say."

"Let me bid?" Fang Yuan asked.

"Yes." The owner had already decided that no matter what price Fang Yuan offered, he nodded and agreed. And in his heart, he wanted Fang Yuan's quotation to be lower, the better.

"It's OK..." Fang Yuan pondered for a while, then turned around and smiled, "Mr. Zhao, it's time to pay."

"Uh?" Mr. Zhao was stunned and reacted instantly. Then he walked over and quickly took out the check book and handed it to Fang Yuan. He said with great pride: "Master Fang, you write a number and I'll sign it."

This is the demeanor of a great tycoon, and his domineering aura is leaking.

Fang Yuan had a look of praise in his eyes, and then he smiled and said, "Just write, one million!"

"What, one million!"

Everyone was shocked, including the shop owner. After all, in his expectation, it was a great blessing to sell things for more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan. I never thought that Fang Yuan had set such a sky-high price for things.

"That's right, it's just one million." Fang Yuan confirmed. Anyway, he didn't pay for it himself, so he would definitely not mind being generous. Besides, I thought Mr. Zhao would not be short of this million. So why should he be stingy? Just tell the truth and let everyone understand how much weight this thing has.

"Master, is this million... more?" The owner was surprised and frightened, and said something that did not match his identity.

"Haha, people think that the money is too low, but why do you think it's too much when you come to you?" Fang Yuan couldn't help laughing and said, "I said, Mr. Zhao is not short of money. As long as the things are really good, I will definitely not lose money."

"But..." the owner hesitated: "That magic weapon... really works?"

"It doesn't matter whether it works, that's the question I'm considering." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "You just need to decide whether to sell it or not."

At this time, Mr. Zhao also came to his senses, and at the fastest speed, he wrote a million check, and then handed it to the shop owner with his fingers: "Give it!"

The shop owner glanced at the check and did not reach out to pick it up. Instead, he asked, "Master, I want to know how you plan to use it after you buy this magic weapon?"

Being ignored by others made Mr. Zhao very unhappy: "How to use it is the master's business, you don't have to pay attention to it. After taking the check, we will take the things away."

"Big Boss, don't worry. Since the master wants to buy this thing, I will definitely not regret it." The owner said firmly, "But I really want to know whether the thing is effective."

Fang Yuan heard the implicit sound and asked with a smile: "What you mean is that you have tried to fiddle with this thing before, but it has no effect, right?"

The shop owner smiled awkwardly: "Master, have you seen it? It's true. I heard from the down-and-out Fengshui master that things are treasures of his master, so I must study them carefully. But during the research process, no matter how I fiddled with them, things will not have any effect. However, the aura of things is looming and strange."

In fact, the owner's thoughts can be inferred. The main reason is that he has been bothered by this thing for many years. He suddenly met a great Feng Shui master like Fang Yuan, so he naturally wanted to ask for some teaching.

Fang Yuan thought about this and nodded, "Okay, if you are interested, you can go with us and see how I use this thing."

"Is it really possible?" The owner was overjoyed and was overjoyed.

"It's okay, come on." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "I guess Mr. Zhao should have no objection."

When Mr. Zhao heard this, he nodded immediately: "Master Fang, you just decide, I don't care..."

After getting the promise, the shop owner was very straightforward and immediately accepted the check, then closed the door quickly, and followed Fang Yuan and others to leave Feng Shui Street.

After a while, everyone walked to the street outside the alley and got into the car. The car was walking lightly. Ning Meng took the opportunity to ask: "Brother Fang, you haven't said yet. What kind of magic weapon is that thing?"

"How to say it?" Fang Yuan pondered: "Some magical instruments are also special and have certain versatility and can be used in different fields. For example, this thing can increase blessings, wealth and longevity. It is no problem for you to call it "Fu Star, Lu Star, Longevity."

"Can such a thing solve Mr. Zhao's problem?" Ning Meng said in confusion, very suspicious.

"Of course." Fang Yuan nodded and said, "Now Zhao's Cai Palace is unstable, and it just happens that this tumbler needs to be stable."

"Tumbler?" The others were stunned.

"Yes, tumbler." Fang Yuan said with a smile: "I gave it a new name. Do you think it's image?"

"Uh..." The others looked at each other and didn't say anything. This is no longer a question of whether they are invisible or not, but it is not appropriate at all. As soon as things fall, how can they be called tumblers? (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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