Since he is already the adopted son of the Fang family, it is reasonable that he must cut off all ties with his biological father's family line.
However, Fang Yuan, who had been neglected and lived under the care of others, was reminded of his deceased father when he was offering sacrifices to his ancestors.
So later he secretly found a dark open space, picked up dirt and stones, and piled them up like a child playing house as a spirit tablet for his biological father.
Then he quietly kowtowed three times and bowed nine times in front of the spirit tablet to pay tribute to his deceased father and the ancestors of his father's line.
Fang Yuan is very precocious and intelligent, but he is still only a seven-year-old child after all.
He didn't know that Fang's father had already noticed the child's unusual behavior and had quietly followed him, witnessing the child secretly worshipping.
When Fang's father stood up, Fang Yuan was very frightened. He felt that he had done something wrong and broke the rules, and he would definitely be severely punished by his stepfather.
Who knew that Mr. Fang was also a generous man. He said to Fang Yuan:
"You are only seven years old, living under someone else's roof, but you have not forgotten your ancestors. You have your own ambitions and persistence at such a young age. You will definitely be something extraordinary in the future."
"It's just that your little sister Fang Fang is unruly and headstrong. I'm afraid she won't be able to accomplish anything in the future. If you really achieve something in the future, don't forget to take care of her."
From then on, Fang's father treated Fang Yuan as his own son and began to teach him how to do business.
Fang Fang, who was originally the apple of the Fang family's eye, suddenly had to share half of her father's favor, so she naturally felt resentful.
... .
When the young woman Fang Fang mentioned this, she still had some complaints in her heart:
"My father once talked about this with a guest after drinking, and I happened to hear it..."
"But he doesn't treat me equally. I am obviously his biological child."
When Fang Fang said this, her eyebrows almost knitted into a knot:
"For example, the will drawn up before my father and stepmother both passed away stated that the family shop on Antique Street would be passed on to my stepson Fang Yuan, and I could only get some antiques and valuables as a dowry."
"The value of these two items seems to be 50-50, but antique shops in the imperial capital are not ordinary. They are obviously the golden goose that lays eggs, but they gave it to Fang Yuan. I don't accept it."
The young woman Fang Fang spoke angrily, but she didn't notice that Wan Ronghua, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but slightly raise the corner of his mouth.
What golden hen that lays eggs... Didn't Fang Fang consider that the shop might still suffer losses in business
Whether it is a golden hen or not depends on who holds it.
Chapter 134 Blood Moon Fishing
Wan Ronghua narrowed his eyes and suppressed the slightly raised corners of his mouth.
Fang Yuan and Fang Fang's father is actually one of his rivals in the business world.
Although Mr. Fang's antique business is not big and is far less than Wan Ronghua's, he does have some vision and experience.
For example, the painting of bloody sun that Fang's father managed to buy after a huge gamble and at a huge cost was indeed nothing ordinary.
Although he had good eyesight, he was unable to grasp the Blood Sun Map, and it was eventually taken away by the Sword Ghost, the worshipper of the Wan family.
Mr. Fang has a good eye for people.
For example, his own daughter, Fang Fang, does not have much talent in identifying antiques.
Fang Fang always said that the value of the shop and the antiques were 50-50.
But this batch of antiques later fell into the hands of Wan Ronghua. He specially invited a professional appraiser to appraise them, and their value was not low.
In fact, the value of the Fang family antique shop and the antiques is about 30% and 70% respectively.
This is human nature.
After all, no matter how much Fang's father values Fang Yuan, he is still a stepson after all, and naturally cannot compare to his own biological daughter.
And if the antique shop fell into Fang Fang's hands, it might not be worth even a penny.
"Fang'er, let's not talk about these troubles anymore and go home."
Wan Ronghua walked back, hugging his young and beautiful concubine.
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Imperial Capital Antique Street.
Antique Street, like Caishikou, is quite famous in the imperial capital.
Although this antique street is not very big, there are antique shops on both sides and street vendors along the street, making it quite lively.
There are many ancient artifacts from previous dynasties, relics and strange objects, as well as some jade stones excavated from the ground.
Occasionally, when someone digs out a top-quality spiritual stone, it can even attract immortal cultivators to come.
There are many tomb robbers who want to sell stolen goods and gamblers who want to try their luck here. It is a busy and bustling street with a large flow of people in the entire imperial capital.
On this day, the sun was shining brightly, but an old man followed the crowd and came here alone.
His purpose today is to go fishing.
Use the blood moon map to fish.
Since we already know that the sword ghost is the Wan family's worshiper, and this antique street has the Wan family's antique shop, then if he just hawks his wares on the street, the news will probably get to the sword ghost soon.
Qiao Mu glanced at the antique stalls along the street, found an empty space in a corner, and squatted by the roadside like other vendors.
But just as he squatted down, something happened that made him laugh and cry.
A passerby saw him squatting down, so he stopped for a moment, took out a few copper coins from his purse, and threw them on the ground in front of Qiao Mu.
If one person does it, others will follow suit.
"Alas, the government is weak now. Whenever there is a natural disaster, there will be famine. Although the imperial capital is better than other places, there are still miserable people everywhere."
"Uncle, please take it easy. The sun is so strong. Don't get sunburned."
While Qiao Mu was stunned, many passers-by in front of him had already thrown coins, making him touch his old face in surprise.
"Do I really look like a beggar?" He was speechless.
Although Qiao Mu used his flesh and blood to change his appearance, it was only a partial change, so his appearance at this time was indeed close to that of an ordinary 90-year-old man.
His face is now covered with wrinkles, his eyes are drooping, and his long hair has turned snow-white. He is indeed a very old man.
At noon when the sun is high in the sky, this frail-looking old man squats like this... Doesn't it make people feel pity
"I'm really not a beggar."
Qiao Mu coughed lightly, then quickly took out a scroll from his arms and gently spread it out on the ground.
"The Blood Moon in the Sky is an ancient painting from hundreds of years ago. It's worth ten thousand taels of silver. Come and take a look."
He howled like this, and suddenly a large circle of space appeared in front of him.
"I thought he was an old beggar, but he turned out to be an old liar?"
The pedestrians were furious, and some even squatted down to retrieve the coins they had just thrown. Qiao Mu didn't care.
When Qiao Taigong fishes, those who are willing will take the bait.
He didn't come here to sell paintings at all, but to fish.
"This painting can be sold for ten thousand taels of silver? Is the paper made of gold, or is the scroll made of gold?" a passerby mocked.
Qiao Mu didn't care. He just sat there quietly, closing his eyes and resting.
This blood moon picture can make a warrior like him fall into hallucinations and cause his blood to surge.
But to Fang Yuan, a ninth-rank warrior, or an ordinary person who has not practiced martial arts, it is just an ordinary painting. Although the painting skills and artistic conception are quite good, it would be ridiculous to say that it is worth ten thousand taels of silver.
"Are you deliberately calling out a sky-high price to attract attention? You are smart, old man, but unfortunately you miscalculated." The vendor next to him shook his head:
"There are certainly many smart people in this world. Do you think it will work just by calling out a sky-high price?"
"Haha, whether it can be sold or not depends on fate." Qiao Mu was cheerful and had a good attitude.
Time passes quickly and people keep passing by.
Occasionally, passers-by would stop and be attracted by the picture of the blood moon in the sky. Among them was even a sixth or seventh-rank warrior.
But after asking the price, they all shook their heads and left.
Ten thousand taels of silver for a painting is really outrageous.
If this painting was not on a street stall but in a luxuriously framed antique shop, it might have some credibility and at least people would take a closer look at it.
But on the roadside... naturally no one cares.
Only a few people came out of the Wanjia Antique Shop on that street, glanced around casually, and their faces changed slightly at the same time, but they left quickly.
... .
Sword Ghost has been a little absent-minded these past few days, his thoughts have been fluctuating from time to time, and he feels a little confused.
Ever since he watched Qiao Zhong's execution and ran into an envoy from the so-called "Martial Arts Alliance" that night, his life has entered a torrent.
"The Martial Saint is dead." He murmured:
“But the path to enlightenment through martial arts is real.”
That night, after meeting the envoy of the Martial Arts Alliance, he was greatly shocked and accepted the invitation to become a member of the "Martial Arts Alliance".
"The body of the 'Enterer of Taoism', King Qin, does not resemble a human body at all. It has long exceeded the limits of the human body."
"My generation of Spiritual Refining Warriors are not necessarily much stronger than fourth-grade warriors in terms of strength and power. At most, some Spiritual Refining Warriors may live longer and have more accumulation."
"Perhaps, this is another path different from the path of refining the spirit..."
While Sword Ghost was deep in thought, a messenger from the Wan family hurried over and interrupted his thoughts.
"Is there a painting of a blood moon in the sky by a spiritual painter that seems to have appeared on the antique street?" Sword Ghost suddenly became interested.
Whether it is the Martial Arts Alliance or entering the Tao through martial arts, they are too far away for him.
If he could obtain the Blood Moon Diagram, which was suspected to be the same as the Blood Sun Diagram, perhaps he could go a step further...
Chapter 135: Spirit Refining Level 3 (3k
Wanjia Mansion.
"The Blood Moon Picture that is suspected to be of the same origin as the Blood Sun Picture has appeared? Sword Ghost is planning to go to the Antique Street?"
Wan Ronghua, who had just learned about this, was suddenly reminded of the past.
Sword Ghost is one of the Wan family's worshippers and holds a high status.
The so-called masters of spirit cultivation are all of the top three grades.
Warriors all over the world are divided into nine ranks, and this nine-rank warrior system was actually established by the Great Yan Dynasty based on the nine-rank official system.
Powerful officials of the third rank and above, if placed in the court of Dayan, would already be high-ranking officials of the imperial court, holding high positions and great power.
As long as a martial artist has a clean background, he can become a third-rank military official by joining the imperial court.
Even if one is an official without real power, at this point, his salary and status are naturally good.
The Sword Ghost is a spiritual warrior with a not-so-clean hand.
Of course, as long as he is strong enough, even if he cannot become a military official in the court, he can still become one of the servants of a wealthy family like the Wan family and enjoy a good life.
In particular, the Sword Ghost's rare method of witnessing is a spiritual martial art that can kill people without them being seen.
In the past few years, Wan Ronghua has saved a lot of trouble by relying on the sword ghost's unique martial arts.
For example, the antique dealer named Fang was attracted by the Sword Ghost because of his painting of Blood Sun, and then Wan Ronghua took advantage of it and took all the money.
... ..
Antique Street.
Qiao Mu squatted casually by the roadside, howling from time to time, selling the blood moon picture on the stall.
Most of the passers-by only stopped for a moment, attracted by the blood moon picture, but after hearing the sky-high price shouted out by Qiumu, they quickly turned around and left. There were almost no people who even tried to bargain tentatively.
It was not until the sun set that warriors of the fourth and fifth ranks gradually appeared. It seemed that the news that he was selling the Blood Moon Picture had spread throughout the antique street in the imperial capital.
"Uncle, your price is too outrageous, isn't it? Can't it be cheaper?" asked a cold voice.
Qiao Mu looked up and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Okay, the real boss is here.