There are many reasons why Chen Ning offered such a high price.
In addition to agreeing to buy Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy as a gift to Qin Lao, there is also the knowledge that Xiao Yaoyang’s purchase of this precious treasure must be given to Mitsui Takeshi or Miyamoto.
Chen Ning wanted to see these national treasures flow overseas, so he would fight against Xiao Yaoyang, crush Xiao Yaoyang, and buy this Ping An post by Wang Xizhi.
Soon, Ping An Post was delivered to Old Qin!
Old Qin’s hands trembled with excitement, and he shook his head again and again and said, “It’s too expensive, it’s too expensive, or Mr. Chen, keep it for yourself!”
Chen Ning smiled and said, “I’m a martial artist, how can I appreciate it?”
“I and Mr. Qin have been in your new year. I have been taken care of by you before, and there has always been no return. You can keep this calligraphy.”
Qin Lao is the dean of the Northern Military General Hospital and Chen Ning’s military doctor in recent years.
What Chen Ning said has always been rewarding, meaning that Mr. Qin did not get any benefits from serving him as an imperial physician.
But in Song Pingting’s ears, she thought that Chen Ning was talking about the last time the Ningda Group construction site had an accident, and the three workers were dying. Old Qin tried to rescue him.
Therefore, she also said seriously: “Yes, Qin, you helped us last time, this time you eliminated the negative influence for our Ningda Group, and you gave us your endorsement, but you didn’t get any money. You must do this calligraphy, it belongs to our husband and wife. Be careful.”
If it weren’t for Chen Ning’s gift, Qin would not accept it.
If it was something else, Mr. Qin wouldn’t accept it no matter how valuable it was.
But this Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy is really too artistic.
Old Qin gratefully said to Chen Ning and Song Pingting: “If this is the case, the old man will accept it and keep this national treasure temporarily. After a hundred years, I will donate it to the museum.”
At this time, although the auction is still going on, they are selling ordinary things.
Chen Ning, Song Pingting, Qin Lao, Li Ziqi and others left early.
Chen Ning and the others had just walked out of the door of the old tea house, and there was a flash of lightning in the night sky, and then there was a thunder and thunder, and then the rain fell down.
The parking lot is only a few tens of meters away from the entrance of the tea house.
However, Mr. Qin, who was holding precious calligraphy, Song Pingting and others, did not dare to go out in the rain.
Chen Ning saw a black umbrella by the door. He picked up the umbrella and said to Old Qin and the others: “Wait here for a while, I’ll drive over.”
After speaking, Chen Ning held his black umbrella and walked into the rain curtain.
But when he walked more than ten meters away, he stopped.
Because there are people in the rain!
A tall and thin old man in a samurai costume.
The old man was wearing wooden clogs and a long samurai sword hanging from his waist.
It is the sword god of the East, Miyamoto Ichizasai.
Miyamoto was standing in the rain curtain, but his body seemed to be protected by an invisible gas shield, and no drop of rain fell on him, all of which slid away immediately when he was still three centimeters away from his body.
Not far away, Song Pingting and others at the entrance of the tea house had discovered Miyamoto holding a knife blocking the way, and they instantly became anxious.
At the window of the teahouse, Xiao Yaoyang, Mitsui Takeshi and others, while drinking tea, looked out the window with a sneer.
Takeshi Mitsui looked at Miyamoto, who was not wet from rain, squinted his eyes and said, “The master’s strength has improved again. This time he personally killed Chen Ning, which is really a sledgehammer.”
Xiao Yaoyang also looked at Miyamoto in the rain in shock, and said in awe: “Eastern Sword God, a well-deserved reputation. We are very lucky to see the Sword God tonight. Chen Ning can die by the Sword God’s sword, and it is his luck. .”
Miyamoto looked at Chen Ning indifferently, and said indifferently: “You killed my apprentice Heitiangou?”
Chen Ningzhen answered Miyamoto’s question, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said faintly: “Miyamoto, you shouldn’t step into China again.”
In a word, Miyamoto’s expression changed instantly.
If a wild goose that has been injured by a bow and arrow will hear the sound of the hunter’s arrows again.
The murderous intent of Ling Ran on his face had come!
He just disappeared like a dominion over the world!
Replaced by a face full of deep fear!
His heart beat wildly, his face changed drastically, and his hands began to tremble slightly. He looked at Chen Ning and said, “You…you are…”
Chen Ning sneered and said playfully: “Three years ago, in the First Battle of the Northern Territory, you were lucky enough to get back a cruel life. At that time, I warned you guys that you would not be allowed to step into China for the rest of your life. You shouldn’t take my words to your ears.”
Boom!
A thunder in the night sky sounded above Miyamoto’s head.
Miyamoto didn’t know whether he was frightened by the thunder or Chen Ning’s words, his figure shook twice and almost fell in shock.
He looked at Chen Ning’s eyes, full of fear and despair, as well as deep regret.
It’s him, it’s him, it’s him!
The most terrifying enemy in the depths of memory, that single-handed man, the young marshal of the Northern Territory who defeated the Allied Forces of the Eighteen Nations.
That one slashed his weapon and opened his stomach, making him fled back to the Chinese God of War like a wild dog in embarrassment.
Miyamoto’s heart was sinking in despair.
He kept crying in his heart: It is really him, I should have thought it was his. Apart from him, who else can easily kill my chief apprentice in seconds?
I’m so stupid, I really shouldn’t step into the restricted area of China again, I’m done.
Miyamoto’s heart was desperate and regretful, but he wanted to struggle and resist, which was extremely complicated.
Chen Ning looked trembling all over, and Miyamoto, who squeezed the samurai sword tightly and released it again, smiled and said, “Miyamoto, you couldn’t catch my knife three years ago. Now you have the courage to draw the sword to me again. ?”
Hearing this, Miyamoto realized that his fear of Chen Ning had been deeply carved into his bones.
Facing Chen Ning now, he didn’t even have the courage to draw a sword, hesitated, hesitated.
For a sword god like him, losing confidence is tantamount to losing.
At the first thought, his whole person became much older, lost all his energy and spirit, and withered, like an old man who might be dead at any time.
At the entrance of the teahouse, Song Pingting and others looked at Chen Ning and Miyamoto in the rain in surprise. They couldn’t hear what they were talking about.
At the teahouse window, Xiao Yaoyang, Mitsui Takeshi and others were also full of suspicious faces. They were all wondering why the Sword God still didn’t do it?
What are you doing nonsense with Chen Ning?
At this moment, Chen Ning was holding a black umbrella, walking past Miyamoto, and said faintly: “I’ve been from the north, and I have passed three cold foods, and this year has suffered bitter rain…”
Miyamoto Ichizai, holding a samurai sword, trembled all over and dared not draw his sword at Chen Ning.
Hearing Chen Ning reading poems, he immediately saw a scene of Chen Ning in the Northern Territory that year, where Chen Ning killed the masters of the 18 nations with one knife: Chen Ning was wearing a handsome robe with dead bodies everywhere, blood flowing into the river. , Holding a handsome knife in hand, walking through the patter of rain, reading this poem in his mouth.
Boom!
A thunder and lightning flashed, and the explosion accompanied by thunder sounded again.
Miyamoto seemed to be back in the past, as if the thunder and lightning in front of him flashed by, and it was Chen Ning’s horror stab at him back then.
“what–”
Miyamoto let out a weird cry, threw away the katana, kicked off a pair of wooden clogs, stepped on the muddy ground violently, and ran out frantically.
He was actually crazy!
Song Pingting and others not far away, as well as Mitsui Takeshi and Xiao Yaoyang from the restaurant window, all looked silly.
Especially Mitsui Takeshi, who stood up suddenly in shock, and lost his voice: “Why is the master crazy? What’s the matter?”
Holding a black umbrella and umbrella, Chen Ning looked at Miyamoto who ran out madly, and shook his head: “I said long ago that you won’t be allowed to enter China again.”
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