The St. Michel Avenue is one of the two main streets in the Latin Quarter of Paris, France. It runs north and south, starting from the bridge of St. Michel on the Seine River and the square of St. Michel on the Seine River. After passing through St. Michel Avenue, it continues along the University of Paris and Luxembourg Park, and ends at the Meteorological Observatory Street in front of the Royal Bridge Station.

This avenue was opened by the Ottoman Baron, parallel to the St. Jacques Road, marking the north-south historical axis of Paris.

St. Michel Avenue is lined with martial arts cafes, bookstores and publishing houses. There are many old book dealers on both sides of the Seine River not far away. Their large green boxes contain many interesting things: old books, prints, line drawings and postcards... It is the most lively area in the Latin Quarter.

Walking on the street, you can easily feel the rich humanistic atmosphere here. Qin Xuebing also found that there are many couples on the street, and there are many kisses on the street, which makes people sigh at the unrestrained French people.

"Collaborative action, or disperse?" Ouyang Zhanjun was already itchy and wanted to find an art shop immediately.

"It's more efficient, Xiaoxiao, little sister, you two are in the same group as Hawkeye."

Hawk Eye is proficient in many languages, but he can serve as a translator for two little girls: "San brother, you should go on the road alone."

"Okay, please contact me by phone anytime if you have anything to do." Ouyang Zhanjun was a bachelor, waved his hand and walked towards an art shop.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, let's set off too, we can't lose to them." Ouyang Xiaomei pulled Qin Xiaoxiao and Hawkeye hurriedly followed.

"Let's go, let's go to the banks of the Seine." Qin Xuebing pulled Ye Zijing to the banks of the Seine. There were old books everywhere, but I don't know if there were any Chinese books.

The banks of the Seine are very lively. The river bank is filled with booksellers who set up stalls. Countless book friends are interspersed in it, looking for books they like.

"I found it was a huge mistake to come here." Ye Zijing felt dizzy after walking around for a while. There were too many books here, but most of them were French and English books, and there were almost no Chinese books.

"Picking up a bargain is like washing away the sand, take it slowly." Qin Xuebing smiled. Picking up a bargain is one aspect, but playing is the theme.

Having said that, the two of them obviously accelerated.

At this time, a young man ran over from a distance, and Qin Xuebing couldn't help laughing. It turned out to be a street parkour, with very smooth movements. It can be seen that the foundation is very solid.

In a sense, light skills and parkour are actually the same principle. Both by mastering the force, you can run farther and jump higher.

Of course, it is not easy for this young man in parkour to do so. He is chasing a group of people behind him, as if he is being chased.

Qin Xuebing didn't want to meddle in other people's business, especially in such street fights. But many times, even if he didn't want to worry about it, things would come to him.

The young man walked quickly and soon appeared in front of Qin Xuebing. He suddenly stretched out his hands and wanted to press Qin Xuebing's shoulders and crossed with Qin Xuebing as a saddle horse.

From Qin Xuebing's perspective, he naturally did not allow himself to crawl through someone else's crotch. His reaction was extremely rapid. He suddenly turned his body and the parkour boy suddenly lost his fulcrum, his body flew out like a cannonball, and he fell a dog to bite the mud.

"My man, there have been frequent air crashes recently, so it is safer to go through the water." Qin Xuebing pointed at the Seine River and signaled that the young man could jump down and escape.

The boy fell and shook his head hard before he woke up. But it was too late to catch up, and the people behind him chased him and surrounded him.

The young man quickly raised his hand and muttered a few words in French. The person chasing him suddenly turned his horse's head and surrounded Qin Xuebing.

"I've been framed by this kid!"

Qin Xuebing could think of it with his toes, but he couldn't speak, so he could only say in English: "My man, I don't want to get involved in your affairs."

The parkour boy suddenly said in French, and the head boy was furious and suddenly punched Qin Xuebing.

Of course, he could not succeed. Qin Xuebing, the big fist, was held by Qin Xuebing, and he could not move at all, and his expression was very painful.

Naturally, the people next to them couldn't watch it, and they all took action. Of course, the ending was a bit miserable.

"Buy cakes, Chinese Kung Fu!" The parkour boy shrank his neck and felt it was better to escape in the chaos, otherwise no matter which side wins, he would inevitably be beaten.

"I want to run? It's too late!"

The parkour boy turned around and his shoulder was grabbed. When he looked back, he showed a smile and said in Chinese: "Beauty, I have something to do, bye."

"It would be better to speak Chinese." Ye Zijing snorted, suddenly swept it away, directly causing the parkour boy to fall to the ground, and then stepped on the boy's back, so that the boy could not break free even if he struggled.

On the other side, Qin Xuebing had finished his work and walked over and squatted in front of the boy: "Boy, it's not bad. I understand that the disaster is everywhere. How do you think I should settle the score with you?"

"Misunderstanding, this is just a misunderstanding!" The parkour boy smiled embarrassedly, but muttered in his heart that he was unlucky, and he actually encountered a kung fu.

"Misunderstanding? What did you say to them just now?"

Qin Xuebing laughed and was very evil: "I don't understand French. You can lie, but if you want to tell a lie, I will break one of your fingers. If you say ten words, I will break all your fingers."

Looking at Qin Xuebing's eyes and evil smile, the parkour boy would not doubt it because his eyes could speak. What's more terrible is that he recognized Qin Xuebing and had seen it online, and judged that this guy was the one who killed people without blinking.

"I recognize you. You are Qin Xuebing, treasure hunting rat, you are my idol." The parkour boy had an idea and quickly played the emotional card.

Of course, this sentence is not all a lie, it can only be said half true and half false. After watching those videos, he really admired Qin Xuebing's courage and yearned for a treasure hunting life.

"I am so unlucky if you admire me."

Qin Xuebing's expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled, but he had reached out and grabbed the other party's wrist: "If you don't tell the truth, a finger will be destroyed soon."

"I said, I said. But I didn't say anything, I just said you slept with his girlfriend." The parkour boy quickly pulled his hand back, fearing that his finger would be broken.

"Bastard!" Ye Zijing's feet suddenly exerted force, which made the boy scream in pain. Fortunately, the police rushed over in time, otherwise the kid would have to break two ribs.

When the police came over, Qin Xuebing talked in English for a few words. The other party made a simple record and took away all the parkour boy and the people lying on the ground. The reason was very simple. These people often made trouble here and knew the truth without investigation.

"Damn, this kid is still a habitual offender." Qin Xuebing smiled bitterly and shook his head. He could think that this kid must have slept with someone else's girlfriend and was chased.

However, this kind of thing is not worth making a fuss in France. You should know that the French are very promiscuous and maintain one-night stands and have been the leader of extramarital affairs for countless years.

What's more, a boy who is not married!

"We will meet again in treasure hunting rats."

This is the last sentence the parkour boy said when he was taken away by the police, and he also received a response from Qin Xuebing: "You can come out and talk about it."

"It seems that the public security in Paris is not very good. I just came to trouble." Qin Xuebing shook his head with a wry smile, as if there would be trouble wherever he went.

"Nothing is strange. There are struggles in the place where people are hired. Let's continue shopping." Ye Zijing quickly left this matter behind and regarded it as a small episode in life.

The two of them walked a long way and met a larger bookseller with a trolley with several large boxes next to them.

Ye Zijing stopped and flipped around casually. Qin Xuebing's body did not sense the vitality, but he was not in a hurry to leave. Anyway, he was going out to play and relaxing was the most important thing.

Qin Xuebing took out a large book from the pile of books, and felt dizzy when he saw the title of the book. Bible!

Qin Xuebing was a member of the Qimen and was not interested in these strange things, let alone the Christian Bible.

However, it is not easy to pick it up and put it back immediately. It is very impolite to act disdainful to the Bible in the West, unless the other party is not a Christian believer.

Qin Xuebing looked at the publication period and was slightly surprised that it was published in 1887 and had a history of more than a hundred years. Of course, this is not unusual. There are so many things like the Bible in the West, and a lot of them can be found in earlier versions.

Qin Xuebing opened the book and unexpectedly found that there was a piece of paper in the book, without any folding. The paper was a sketch, and it was a woman's side face.

Qin Xuebing did not understand painting, and even Chinese paintings did not know much, and he did not understand Western paintings at all.

If someone put Van Gogh's painting in front of him and asked him whose painting it was, he would say he didn't know. If he told him that it was Van Gogh's painting and asked him what was good about it, he would say it was very abstract. But Van Gogh was actually a post-impressionist painter.

Qin Xuebing could not see any magical part of this sketch, and thought that this should have been drawn by the original owner of the Bible, sandwiched in the book.

Qin Xuebing continued to flip down, and was surprised that there were a lot of paper in the book, all of which were sketched. Moreover, Qin Xuebing could see that these words were not all drawn by one person, but should be works by two people.

This is mainly because the writing is different. This point is similar to Chinese painting, and every painter has his own unique way of writing.

Qin Xuebing thought for a while, decided to buy it, and asked in English: "Boss, is this Bible money?"

The street stall owner didn't expect that this oriental man would be interested in the Bible, so he stretched out a finger: "One thousand francs."

One thousand francs is equivalent to eight hundred yuan, and it is not expensive for old books with a century-old history. Qin Xuebing paid the money readily. However, Ye Zijing, after reading for a while, had no results and shook her head: "Let's go to another stall to take a look."

"Treasure Hunter, I said, we will meet again."

Qin Xuebing looked back and was surprised that he turned out to be a parkour boy: "Why did you come out so soon?"

(To be continued)
Chapter completed!