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At the outskirts of the Martial City.

In the southern part of the city, there was a large antique market. The market was huge, but the people who came here every day were few and far between.

However, the antique trading market did not close or plan to rebuild due to this reason. All the antique shops were open for business as usual.

Especially during the night, every store was brightly lit, waiting for some big shot with a huge sum of money to come. As a result, it created the impression that business was doing very well.

Qiu Mo had just graduated from university a year ago, and due to his frail body and weak family property, he could only do his best to rent a small shop in the eastern part of the antique market, selling antiques that she wasn't very familiar with.

For Qiu Mo, antiques were one of the shortcuts to becoming rich.

From childhood, Qiu Mo's dream was not to become a painter or a scientist, but to earn more money.

Even Qiu Mo himself did not know that after living for 22 years, this vulgar dream of earning money had never changed.

But it's good, Qiu Mo thought. He put on a pair of flat-soled sandals and carried a favorite white canvas bag by the door before going out.

She got up early in the morning. In the antique industry, the moment the market opened, all sorts of sellers were present. No one could tell her goal, so she decided to find something.

He took it back and placed it in the most conspicuous spot in the shop. It didn't matter if it was a fake, as there would be foreign devils who were not good at it.

While Qiu Mo was dreaming, she walked towards the center of the market.

The trading market wasn't big, but it was filled with treasures. Every time Qiu Mo came here, he would feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

She was an amateur, and seeing those who were knowledgeable gather together to auction, she felt an itch in her heart.

The stalls were next to each other, and each had a complete set of items with a clear price tag on them. The price was clearly indicated on the trademark, and there was no bargaining or bargaining.

After strolling around a few times, Qiu Mo was unable to find anything suitable. After a few hours, the sun was getting bigger and more tired.

The business of finding items was something that should not be rushed. Qiu Mo knew in his heart that the most important thing was fate. After all, he was an old man, so he had to pay attention to fate and so on.

Since he was not satisfied with the dishes, Qiu Mo did not force him. He found a wonton shop and sat down. He then ordered a cup of iced sour plum soup.

With the sour plum soup in his stomach, his body and mind suddenly felt refreshed. Even the slightest bit of warmth had disappeared.

After he felt refreshed, Qiu Mo felt a bit confused. However, he did not dare to sleep in this mess. It was not for the safety of his body and mind, but for the safety of the property in his bag.

Narrowing his eyes, Qiu Mo absentmindedly saw that the stall opposite them was only left with a space barely large enough for a bench to be placed.

Rubbing his eyes, Zhang Xuan took a closer look and realized that the vendor was wearing a strange black cloak that completely covered his entire body. His facial features and physique couldn't be seen clearly.

This was the first time Qiu Mo saw someone dressed in strange clothing like this in the antique market. Curious, she got up and walked towards him.

Suddenly, Qiu Mo felt that his steps were a little unsteady. He shook his head, and raised his head to look forward. He felt that the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning, but his steps did not stop.

He staggered to the front of the cloaked man and squatted down. He wanted to raise his head to see what the face under the cloak looked like, but Qiu Mo felt that there was a thousand pounds of force pressing down on his neck. No matter what, he could not lift his head.

A long and serene voice entered his ears. "Miss Qiu, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Welcome."

Qiu Mo's heart froze for a moment. He tried his best to raise his head but to no avail, "You know me?"

The cloaked man's head slightly moved, but he did not reply for a long time. Qiu Mo looked down and saw a bronze sword by his feet.

The bronze sword did not look impressive. Its skin was covered with patches of green rust and its body was not long. It looked moderate, but it did not lose its spirit.

Qiu Mo was shocked at first glance, but in his heart, he could not find any words that could describe it accurately. His eyes were fixed on the bronze sword, not even the slightest bit of emotion could be felt.

"Miss Qiu, this sword is for you at a low price."

The cloaked man's voice became ethereal, and Qiu Mo nodded his head, but his eyes were still focused on the bronze sword.

"Uh, yeah, okay."

Qiu Mo raised his head and suddenly bumped into the old man's face. He was shocked. The man's face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes were empty and boundless. He looked rather terrifying.

If not for his low and gentle voice, Qiu Mo would have already left.

"Boss, how much is it?"

Qiu Mo's personality was straightforward and straightforward. He didn't like to beat around the bush, so he went straight to the point and asked for the price.

The shop owner did not hesitate and directly extended a finger towards Qiu Mo, shaking it. Seeing it, Qiu Mo was overjoyed.

"The boss is really a man of character. Be tactful, be sensible of the price, and pay ten thousand yuan, sold for one yuan!"

As Qiu Mo said this, he went to retrieve the money from his canvas bag. The owner smiled and hastily added, "Miss Qiu has an outspoken and straightforward character. I am referring to the one hundred thousand taels of silver."

The cloaked man's words spun a few rounds in the air. The tail of his voice woke Qiu Mo up with a 'pa' sound, and he immediately jumped up.

"You probably didn't teleport here from the ancient times, didn't you? Big brother, you're really too good at killing people. Is it 100,000 silver taels?" In all of China, only museums can find you 100,000 silver! "

The cloaked man smiled. He did not argue with Qiu Mo, nor did he negotiate with him over the price. Instead, he took out a stack of Xuan paper and a brush from his bosom.

When Qiu Mo saw this, his eyes widened in disbelief. What kind of era was it that someone would still be using these ancient items?

"In the eighth year of the New Year, a quarter to ten minutes has passed. Qiu Mo, one has to pay a hundred thousand silver taels to the Emperor …"

Qiu Mo frowned and looked at his paper book. After reading for a long time, he couldn't understand what the cloaked man had written, but he vaguely felt that it was a promissory note.

The cloaked man waved his hand and placed the xuan paper back down. He said in a deep voice, "Miss Qiu can take this bronze sword away now. I'll come collect the money in a year."

"Hey!"

In the blink of an eye, the cloaked man had already stood up and was wobbling as he walked towards the west. Qiu Mo was stunned for a moment, but was still unable to react to how the cloaked man brushed past her.

Upon closer inspection, Qiu Mo realized that the people around him were somewhat illusory, as though they were unrealistic. The caped man's arrival and departure were untraceable, causing Qiu Mo to be unable to make sense of the situation, much less know what to do.

"Where's the promissory note?" Give me the promissory note, you idiot! "

Qiu Mo shouted loudly, but the cloaked man did not turn back. Instead, he disappeared at the end of the road.

"Beautiful girl, do you want wonton?"

A sudden voice pulled Qiu Mo back to reality. When he opened his eyes, Qiu Mo found himself still sitting on the chair outside of the wonton shop.

He did not know how long he basked in the sunlight. As he touched his canvas bag, he felt that it was boiling hot.

"No need."

As Qiu Mo moved the chair into the shade, he suddenly heard a series of crisp sounds as a heavy object fell from his body to the ground.

Staring carefully, the boulder in her heart started to rise. A bronze sword started to appear on the ground. Qiu Mo was stunned.

"Was it not a dream?"

Picking up the bronze sword from the ground, Qiu Mo felt that it was quite heavy. Qiu Mo was wondering if it was a darling, the cause of her occupational disease. He stuffed the bronze sword into his bag, afraid that his peers would see it.

As he walked back, he thought about that dream. No, to be more precise, that dream was not a dream. Qiu Mo dared to give him a hundred tickets.

But if it hadn't been a dream, how could she have spent so much time in the sun?

However, if it was a dream, the bronze sword would be lying lifelike in her bag.

Unknowingly, he had arrived outside the antique shop. He opened the door and locked it, even though it was not dark yet.

He took the bronze sword out of his bag and turned on the searchlight, carefully inspecting it. The azure rust was mottled on the sword's body, and the first feeling he gave off when he touched it was that of an ancient object.

Qiu Mo had never seen this kind of object before. Previously, when she came into contact with either a fake or a fake, she never truly opened her eyes.

Unable to make up his mind, he could only place the bronze sword on the most unremarkable wooden seat in the shop. After inspecting it for a while, he felt hungry and ordered a takeout.

After eating the fast food, Qiu Mo felt sleepy. Coincidentally, the sky outside had already turned gray, so he closed the door and went inside to sleep.

A dream.

In the antique trading market, the dream was real. Qiu Mo repeated her actions of going to the trading market in the morning. She got up, changed her shoes at the door, locked the door …

In contrast to the real world, the cloaked man who was squeezed in the middle by the two peddlers on his right and left was not wearing a wide and large black cloak.

The face under the cloak was not that of an old man to the point of being terrifying. Instead, it was an extremely handsome and fair face with long hair standing high up in the back of his head.

However, the beautiful man's face was as cold as ice. His sharp eyes swept over Qiu Mo as he coldly snorted, "Are you Qiu Mo?"

Qiu Mo looked at her with his two large eyes. He subconsciously wiped away the saliva at the corner of his mouth and sweetly smiled. "Hello, it's our first time meeting. Please take care of yourself."

He stretched out a hand and put it in the air. The beautiful man didn't give her any face and put on his cloak. The cloak fluttered in the air and he left with large strides.

The moment she opened her eyes, it was like a spring dream. Qiu Mo smacked her head as she silently cursed her son's thoughts.

He got up and went to the door and turned the knob, but the door could not be opened. He pushed it a few times before he pushed it open.

Looking at the mess outside, the first thought that came to Qiu Mo's mind was that the store had been robbed!