Chapter 1029: Master Chasing the Moon (2)

Long Zhuoyue fangs smiled, "You are busy with you, Mr. Song, I will help you identify antiques."
"That's working!"
Song Xuan is quite assured of the identification of Dragon Chasing the Moon.
That's a passer-by disciple of Guanfeng. The level is definitely not low.
After Yang Zimei had done acupuncture for Song Xuan, he came out and saw Long Zhuoyue holding a porcelain bowl in a daze.
"what happened?"
Yang Zimei walked over, took the porcelain bowl in his hand, looked at it, and puzzled, "This thing is nothing special, nor is it antique."
"I know."
Long Zhuiyue snatched the porcelain bowl. "This is the porcelain bowl I made!"
"Good workmanship!"
Yang Zimei admired, "It can almost be true."
"This is not a problem. The problem is that the porcelain bowl was obviously placed in the cave where I lived with the master. It was my face where I usually served rice.
Long Zhuanyue's brown eyes suddenly sank, and Huo stood up. "No, I'm going back to my cave to see if someone has stolen it! That's where the Master and I are absolutely not allowed to enter One step. Sister, I'm leaving. I will contact you when I have time. My brother is back. Remember to call me. "
After that, her body flickered and quickly disappeared before her eyes.
Looking at her hurried back, Yang Zimei shook her head helplessly.
This dragon chasing the moon is almost the same as the dragon chasing the sky. It is a dragon that has no idea what to do. It comes and goes in a hurry.
Say it is not two brothers and sisters, no one believes.
Song Xuan nourished and came out, and saw Long Chayue's absence, and asked her where she had gone.
Yang Zimei didn't tell him the truth, only that she went to find a master.
"Mr. Song, do you have a photo of Teacher Feng's profile or something?"
Thinking of Guan Feng as a person who once entered the tomb of Zhouxi, and coupled with a bullish identity, Yang Zimei was naturally interested in him.
"Well, there were pictures of academic research a few years ago, you wait."
Song Xuan entered the room and took out a color picture book. He opened the first page and pointed at one of them. "This is Teacher Guanfeng."
Yang Zimei looked at Guan Feng carefully, and found that he and Master were still a bit similar, except that his hair and beard were different.
Master Yuqing looks like an immortal wind bone, while Guanfeng has a bit of suffocation. His temperament is completely different, but the outline is still a bit similar.
"Mr. Song, don't you know Mr. Guan's birthday?"
Yang Zimei asked Song Xuan.
Song Xuan shook his head. "Mr. Guan's age has always been a mystery in the archeological world. Some people speculate that he should be over a hundred years old, and some people say he is only in his sixties."
"At least a hundred years old."
Yang Zimei knows each other. No matter how well a person is maintained and looks young, she can't escape her eyes.
It is a pity that he is not standing in front of himself and cannot know his information exactly.
However, what is certain is that he has a certain relationship with his master.
She would like to meet if she had the chance.
Out of Mo Xuan, Yang Zimei crossed Brunei Street to the parking lot, opened the door, but found a person sitting in the back seat of the car, which scared her.
This man is actually the mysterious grandma who insisted on plugging Xingmang into her.
"Grandma, how did you get into the car?"
Yang Zimei asked extremely depressed.
"Push in the door and come in."
The grandmother looked at her and said, "Don't ask anything, you drive to the river in the eastern suburbs, I have something to tell you."