After leaving his second uncle's house, Ye Chen kept thinking about the scene where second aunt and Ye Wen didn't like him. It was fake to say that it was not uncomfortable, but he couldn't say anything.

As if he had guessed his thoughts, Ye Hai comforted: "Your second aunt is just like that, don't mind too much. Although she was a little bit deducted and a little snobbish, she had no bad intentions."

Ye Chen nodded. He wouldn't have bothered with the two women, and these two women were the closest people to Uncle Second.

Just as he was talking, Ye Hai took out some money and handed it to him.

"Dad, are you?" Ye Chen said in confusion.

Ye Hai gave him without saying a word: "Dad knows that you have suffered a lot outside over the years and have not made much money. This is 1,000 yuan. You can buy a suit or something. If it is not enough, you will ask your dad for it. Also, you must go to the interview three days later, don't let your second uncle down."

Ye Chen agreed, and when he got home, he found that his mother had come back. He asked his daughter about her condition with concern, and then changed into a dress and went out.

Along the way, he was wandering aimlessly, one was to take a closer look at the customs of Tiannan City that he had not seen for thousands of years, and the other was to think about how to make money.

My parents are over fifty years old and are still struggling to support the whole family and Mengmeng. Now that he is back, he should take on this responsibility. Besides, if he wants to refine elixirs to cure Mengmeng, he also needs money to buy medicinal materials, and he also needs money to practice by himself.

He can't rely on his identity as a cultivator to rob the bank. After all, the rules of killing people and catching treasures in the cultivation world are not applicable to the earth, so making money is also a top priority.

As noon approached, Ye Chen found that he had actually moved to the outer ring of Kowloon Antique Street.

The so-called antique street is actually more appropriate to describe it as an antique city, because antiques have evolved into a culture, a label, and even tourist attractions in Tiannan.

In order to attract foreign tourists, the local government simply invested in transforming the original antique street into an antique city.

The antique market is often mixed with fish and dragons, and there are only a few truly valuable items. Even so, it still cannot conceal the prosperity of Kowloon Antique Street.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Chen still raised his foot and walked in.

Looking around, the streets on both sides of the outer ring are street stalls, with various things on them, including ancient gold, silver, jewelry, red agate, amber, agarwood, ebony, coins, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, etc., which are very diverse.

Ye Chen swept over these things one by one, then shook his head secretly. In his opinion, these things were worthless, some of the so-called treasures of stalls were even fakes.

He had just walked a few steps when a voice mixed with a Beijing accent came from his ear: "Brother, look, I have whatever you want here, so you can be satisfied with it!"

Ye Chen turned his head and saw that the person who was speaking was a yellow-faced middle-aged man with a thin and pale face. The man had a passionate smile on his face and his eyes were almost narrowed into a slit.

There was a small street stall in front of him, which was only three meters long and wide, and it was still made of red sheets, with dozens of large and small objects on it.

Seeing that his words caught Ye Chen's attention.

Middle-aged man became more and more enthusiastic. He reached out to pick up a purple clay snuff bottle and boasted: "Brother, you are a master with extraordinary origin and knowledge. You can look at this snuff bottle. It was not bragging about me, Chen Houzi, but it was used by Emperor Qianlong back then."

Ye Chen took a look, then reached out to pick up the snuff bottle, pointed to the English letters at the bottom of the pot, and said with a smile: "Didn't the Qing Dynasty have died long ago?"

Several English letters are:

“madeinchina.”

Chen Houzi slapped his head and smiled angrily, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I accidentally got it wrong. I'll get another one for you."

Ye Chen glanced at the things on the street stall again, smiled and turned around and was about to leave, but the moment he turned around, he looked back at the street stall.

To be precise, I looked at a thing on the street stall, about the size of a walnut, black, irregular, and looked like a black lump, inconspicuous.

What no one knows is that there is a treasure in Ye Chen's body called Liuxian Bottle.

After being sunk by someone, he got the Liuxian Bottle at the bottom of the river. Not only did he not die, he traveled to the cultivation world. With the help of Liuxian Bottle, he spent three thousand years to become a generation of immortals.

Liuxian Bottle has one function. Every full moon night, under the moonlight, mysterious green liquid will be produced inexplicably in the Liuxian Bottle bottle. The mysterious green liquid can ripen any spiritual medicine in heaven and earth, such as ripening 50 years into one hundred years, two hundred years, or even five hundred years.

Ye Chen named it Liuxian Bottle and kept this secret. Even his most trusted disciple Yu Wenxuan didn't know. Although Yu Wenxuan usurped the position of Emperor Tian, ​​he didn't know that for Ye Chen, the position of Emperor Tian was just an external object, and the Liuxian Bottle was the most important.

The reason why Ye Chen stopped just now was that he sensed the vibration of the Liuxian Bottle in his body. This was the first time that the Liuxian Bottle had an abnormal movement after he returned to Earth.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen bent down quietly and held the black dick in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "How to sell this?"

"This, you can give it to..."

Chen Houzi said subconsciously, suddenly stopped his mouth, his small eyes rolled around, and smiled cunningly, and gave Ye Chen a thumbs up: "You are really an expert, you actually recognized the real treasure of the stall at a glance."

"Five hundred!" Ye Chen interrupted.

"Ahem!!"

Chen Houzi coughed and almost choked to death: "I risked my life to find this thing on the Taishan Miracle. Do you know the Taishan Miracle? It was on the news a few days ago. That's a miracle. What comes out of the miracle can..."

In fact, he was just nonsense. This black lump was bought when he went to the countryside to collect waste. He didn't know what it was. Later, he took it to several Zhenbao Pavilions and firmly refused. The reply he received was a piece of garbage and worthless.

"two hundred!"

Chen Houzi's mouth twitched violently, and he kept cursing in his heart, forcibly squeezed out a tear and said, "Brother, you are not a price-saving place, killing people is almost the same. Let's take it away, five hundred, I have an 80-year-old mother above and a hungry child waiting to be raised."

"Goodbye!"

Ye Chen put down his things and turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey hey hey!"

"Don't hurry to leave!"

Chen Houzi hurriedly shouted, looking extremely painful: "Okay, two hundred is only two hundred, I'm a big loss this time, just treat it as a friend of my brother."

Ye Chen took out two hundred from his body and gave it to him. Chen Houzi bent down and picked up the black lumps. He used any set of plastic bags to hand them to him.

At this time, an extremely arrogant voice sounded behind the two of them:

“Slow down!
Chapter completed!