Mingze was quite puzzled: "Brother Yan, what were you looking at just now?"
Yan Qing looked away: "Nothing." He continued: "Where is the auction?"
Mingze was born and raised in Nanze Prefecture. With bright eyes, he smiled and said, "Brother Yan, are you interested in this? The auction is just in front. It is considered the most prosperous place in Nanshi. If you are interested, we can go and take a look."
Yan Qing: "Okay, let's go and have a look."
The auction on the black market was held underground, in a place where all kinds of people were mixed together, and many people wore masks. They went down the mountain and took off the clothes of the disciples of the Forget Love Sect. Mingze wore a golden and white outfit, and Yan Qing changed into a green outfit. The auction venue was very large, and there were several layers of seats built around the circular platform in the middle. Now that the auction has not started yet, many people are conducting free transactions next to the venue.
Yan Qing spotted a book vendor in the crowd. The vendor crouched in a corner stealthily, with a pile of books with random names in front of him. The key is, business is actually pretty good? Many men and women walked in pretending to be "indifferent", then quickly and secretly dropped a spiritual stone, stuffed the book into their sleeves, and strode away.
Yan Qing slowly read out the name of a book.
"Those years I was in the Forgetful Sect?"
The vendor looked up and said happily, "Oh, fellow Taoist, you have good taste. This book is the best seller recently."
Yan Qing was quite interested: "What are you talking about?"
The peddler continued to talk nonstop, "It tells the story of a casual cultivator who shines at the Qingyun Conference and successfully becomes a disciple of the Wangqing Sect. However, due to his humble background and inferior spiritual roots, he is bullied by the sect. Later, he accidentally obtains a divine weapon, practices in secret, and gradually becomes a god. In the end, he amazes the entire Wangqing Sect!"
Mingze, who came with him, almost choked on his saliva - what the hell is going on! 1 Let alone the two venues of the Qingyun Conference, how could a casual cultivator shine? Just say that the protagonist has low spiritual roots, how could he be qualified to join the Wangqing Sect.
Yan Qing listened with great interest and commented: "Inspiring."
Seeing that there was something interesting going on, the vendor sat up straight and chatted with him more cheerfully: "Would you like a copy, sir?"
Yan Qing said: "Did you arrange any emotional lines for the protagonist?"
Vendor: “Ah?”
Yan Qing said, "Doesn't the protagonist have a fiancée who looks down on him for breaking off the engagement? Or doesn't the sect have a savage young lady who picks on him every day?"
The vendor thought what he said made sense: "Great, sir. I will do as you say next time."
Mingze: “…”
Yan Qing stopped him: "Forget it, forget it, even though it's a novel, it can't be too far away from reality." There is no unruly eldest daughter in Wangqing Sect, only a cold and merciless Xie Shiyi.
His gaze shifted to the other books in front of the vendor, including "The Once-in-a-century Rising Stars", "The Genealogy of the Cultivator World", "Miscellaneous Talks on Liuxianzhou", and - "The Cold-blooded Swordsman Fell in Love with Me".
"What is this?" Yan Qing picked up the book "The Cold-blooded Swordsman Fell in Love with Me" and was deeply impressed after flipping through a few pages.
But since he is the kind of person who can even read pornographic novels like "Love Nightmare", there is no need to make a fuss.
Yan Qing was extremely happy: "The ruthless way? A century of transformation into a god? The top of the Qingyun list? Isn't your hero Xie Ying? Why did you have to make up a fake name? What the hell is Murong Motian?"
When the vendor heard those two words from his mouth, he was so frightened that he wanted to rush over to cover his mouth and shouted, "Hey, sir, please be quiet! Don't slander me!"
Yan Qing comforted him: "What are you afraid of? Xie Ying can't just come and kill you with a sword for this."
"Of course I don't have that ability." The vendor looked left and right, and after making sure no one heard him, he breathed a sigh of relief, refused to admit it, and repeatedly warned: "Sir, Du Wei Xian Zun is not someone you and I can joke about. You don't want to die, but I am afraid of death. Anyway, my protagonist is called Murong Motian, it's made up, and he has nothing to do with Du Wei Xian Zun, don't mention him!"
Yan Qing felt that he was being too cautious and did not expose him.
I flipped the page casually with my fingers, looked down, and saw a passage in the book.
—The little apprentice brother's ears became hot and his pink cheeks flushed. He was just an ordinary Qi training disciple. How could he have such deep affection from the chief apprentice brother? His eyes were evasive, his voice was soft and light, and he said coquettishly: "I don't believe it. How can I be so ordinary as to be liked by Senior Brother Murong, unless..." He bit his lips with pearly teeth, lowered his head quickly, and said with red ears: "Unless Senior Brother kisses me."
Murong Motian stared at him for a long time, smiled, and said lovingly: "How can I bear to refuse you if you are like this?"
How can I bear to refuse you
Yan Qing completely lost his composure: “Hahahahahahaha!”
Mingze: “…”
What had he done wrong to deserve such mental torture
Yan Qing laughed enough and raised a question: "Why is the protagonist a man?"
The vendor took out another book from the stall: "Isn't this taking into account the different needs of customers! There is also a book whose protagonist is a female cultivator. The only difference is that her name has been changed. Everything else remains the same. Do you want to read it objectively?"
"No, no, thank you." Yan Qing declined politely and did not take the book he handed over. She just discussed with him and said with a smile: "You actually wrote this protagonist based on Xie Ying. Isn't it a bit of a character collapse to write like this?"
The vendor was stubborn and said, "Bullshit! I invented Murong Motian! Don't talk nonsense!"
Yan Qing thought, you just copied the life experience directly, you just added Xie Shiyi's birthday, and you still call it original
Yan Qing said: "Oh okay, I want this one."
When he took out a spiritual stone from the mustard seed, the sleepy Buzhi suddenly woke up, his red pupils widened: "What are you going to do?!"
Yan Qing: "Buy a romantic love story."
He was so heartbroken by his lack of success that he couldn't bear it anymore and simply used his wings to cover his eyes.
The vendor took the spiritual stone with a smile on his face, and handed the book "The Cold Swordsman Falls in Love with Me" to Yan Qing like offering a treasure: "Sir, you have good taste! It's very good, and there are surprises."
Mingze was shocked as if he had seen a ghost, and couldn't even finish his words: "Brother Yan, are you interested in this kind of book?"
Yan Qing casually rolled up the book and threw it into his sleeve, then gave him a lazy smile: "Not interested."
I just think Xie Shiyi would find it very interesting. I wonder what his expression would be like, but it will be very exciting for sure. Hahahaha.
Mingze had no idea what that meaningful smile of his meant, but even a casual thought would tell her it wasn't a good thing.
The young Mingze felt that the book was immoral after reading two paragraphs, and hesitantly warned Yan Qing: "Brother Yan, you and I have just formed our infants and entered the great way, so it is better not to focus on love." He said the word "love" until his ears turned red and he stammered.
Yan Qing chuckled and said unhappily: "Don't worry. If I did not lack the talent, I would practice the ruthless way." In his previous life, he was in Shifang City, and that weird old eunuch sent people to him every day, which annoyed him to the point of cutting off all feelings and love.
Mingze was stunned: "Ah, the ruthless way?"
There are three thousand ways in the world, and everyone is searching for them, going through the mortal world for a glimpse of the way to godhood. Cultivation is never limited to appearances, and few people can specifically say what way they are cultivating.
Only the ruthless way should be the only one in the world of cultivation that is famous and specific, and closest to the origin of the heavenly way. It actually requires extremely high qualifications. The so-called "ruthlessness" requires the separation of human nature from the beginning. Starting to cultivate from the perspective of "God", the speed is naturally higher than that of all living beings.
But in the whole universe, perhaps the only person who is truly ruthless is Xie Shiyi, whose heart is like glass and can see through ice and snow.
In the mortal world, there are many monks who kill their wives, children, fathers, and mothers to prove their ruthlessness. It is better to say that they enter the Tao through killing and desire. They are ruthless, but not completely ruthless.
Yan Qing used his fingers to pull out the hair that was bitten by Bu Zhi, and said with a smile: "Yes, didn't you see the speed of Wuqing Dao's cultivation?"
Mingze stopped talking for a moment.
Indeed... Thanks to Senior Brother Xie's appearance, he has given a new meaning to the word genius in Nanzezhou.
After they had spent some time with the bookseller, the auction finally began. In the black market, everyone kept their identities secret, so there was no distinction between high and low status, and all the independent cultivators and aristocratic families sat together.
Yan Qing and Ming Ze arrived early and got seats in the front row.
Dezhi stood on his shoulder, looking left and right: "What are you doing here?"
Yan Qing casually said, "See if there is any weapon that comes handy."
Dezhi was shocked: "What? Don't you have a weapon? Don't you play with wool?"
“?” What the hell is going on.
Yan Qing smiled and said, "You are so cute and talkative. Zixiao was blind to arrest you without knowing the truth."
Frustrated, he gnashed his teeth and said in hatred: "That's right, damn, you old fool."
Yan Qing: "If Zixiao had more sense, he would have roasted you on the spot."
Unsuccessful: “?”
Mingze couldn't hear the communication between the master and servant. Mingze looked at the auction table intently, his eyes didn't blink, he really wanted to get some magic tools and elixirs suitable for himself before the Qingyun Conference, so he clenched his fists and concentrated.
Their attitudes were completely different from Yan Qing and Dezhi: one was just out to play, the other was so sleepy that he just wanted to sleep. Most people in Nanshi City hide their identities, but some people walked in openly, wearing a mask without changing their clothes. Those who dared to show off were basically disciples of the nine major sects, and they were not afraid of being noticed.
A string of Buddhist beads being auctioned on the auction table was bought by a monk in a monk's robe for a high price of 600 Lingshi. Yan Qing looked at the Taoist priest, who was wearing an apricot yellow robe and had a long string of green beads hanging around his neck. Foxiang Temple.
Yan Qing muttered: "Why are the Buddhists so rich? Shouldn't they believe that money is the most precious thing in the world?"
Frustrated and puzzled, he suggested, "Yes. Do you want to change sects and become a disciple at the Foxiang Temple?"
Yan Qing flatly refused: "No, Buddhism is not suitable for me."
Dezhi: "It's not suitable at all. You can even save the step of shaving your hair when you go in."
Yan Qing mocked: "Aren't you more suitable? You can practice silent meditation right after you go in."
Afterwards, two girls from the Lingyao Sect bought a piece of Ganoderma lucidum.
The Lingyao Sect is the best medicine sect in the world. It is obviously superior to the Xiaochun Sect, which is named after the "Miaoshou Xiaochun" but has a crooked upper beam and a crooked lower beam. The clothes of the Lingyao Sect are green, with a light color and vines embroidered on the edges. Fresh and natural, elegant and beautiful.
Frustrated, his eyes turned around: "Do you think the Spiritual Medicine Sect is full of magical herbs?"
Yan Qing: “Should.”
Buzhi rolled his eyes again and said, "I will visit you some other day."
Yan Qing sneered: "Why, are you going to just go with the flow again?"
Bu Zhi was very annoyed: "I said this on purpose on the Yunzhou to make those people feel at ease and alert. It's so funny, do you think I'm so uneducated? Of course I went to the Lingyao Sect to take advantage of the situation!"
Yan Qing was too lazy to pay attention to this master of idioms.
At the end of the auction, a strange object was brought up, like a pile of burnt ash. The objects brought here for auction often have unclear origins, and they cannot be put in a formal auction venue, and they will not explain it clearly to people.
The old man in charge of the auction just said slowly: "The last item, the starting price is 30,000 spirit stones."
As soon as the words "30,000 Spiritual Stones" came out, the whole room was in an uproar.
Many people murmured: "30,000 spirit stones to buy a ball of ash? What's the point of this?"
"Are you crazy about money?"
"How can there be such a thing as a fool?"
The old man remained calm in the face of these doubts.
There is no appraisal at the auction in Nanshi, and the original owner of the item usually sets the starting price.