Thanks to the blessings of several big customers, especially Hong Fang's strong "support" at the end, Ye Lingyue received a total of one thousand fifth-grade pills. Gold, this amount of money is enough for Ye Lingyue to buy a set of six-rate martial arts.
Even, she can keep a part of the money to support the ghost gate.
After the pill was sold, the crowd dispersed.
In the prefecture-level auction house, it became lively again.
"The thirteenth young master's auction method really opened my eyes. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and I can't accept my old age." Although He Laoer was taken advantage of once, he had a kind face, just like Ye Lingchu when he met him. , the attitude is much better.
Although the price Ye Lingyue gave was not cheap, the commission brought to Wanbao Cave was 100,000 taels of gold for this sale alone.
Ye Lingyue said a few more polite words, and Mr. He went to greet other guests.
"Ling Yue, you know his identity, why did you ask me to give him the pill. Hong Fang is a man of foresight and cunning. It is definitely not a good thing for him to buy Feifei pill at a high price." Seeing no one around Paying more attention to the two, Feng Xin lowered her voice and asked about Ye Lingyue.
He had investigated the relationship between Ye Lingyue and Hong Fang as early as when he knew her.
Knowing that Ye Lingyue had such a miserable childhood, Feng Xin couldn't help feeling a kind of regret.
It's a pity that he didn't meet her when she needed protection most.
He even forgot that at that time, he was just a weak and sick teenager.
Noticing the soft light in Feng Xin's eyes, Ye Lingyue's heart skipped a beat, as if hurt by the tenderness in his eyes, she turned her face away.
Feng Xin's evaluation of Hong Fang is really spot on.
Thinking back to just now, Feng Xin confused Hong Fang and Liu Qing with a few words, Ye Lingyue thought it was funny.
The longer she gets along with Feng Xin, Ye Lingyue finds that she doesn't understand him less and less.
In front of him, he was a harmless and beautiful boy who could easily attract women's sympathy.
But sometimes, he looks like a cunning profiteer like a fox, and sometimes he exudes a cold aura that makes her feel chilly.
Which side is the real him
Ye Lingyue's heart turned a thousand times, and when she finally thought of it, she was relieved.
Both of Feng Xin's parents died since he was a child, and he alone supports the huge Feng Mansion. His harmlessness is only because he believes in himself.
Whether it's a profiteer or a cold one, I'm afraid it's his umbrella to protect himself.
"I just want to see what bad things he's going to do with the Flying Pill. Feng Xin, don't you really think that I would be so kind and sell the supernatural pills so casually? The pills I refined are naturally I'm not foolish enough to shoot myself in the foot with a rock." She smiled, leaned into Feng Xin's ear, and muttered a few words.
It turned out that Ling Yue added a special spice to the invisible pills she refined.
As long as this special fragrance appears, Xiao Zhi can distinguish it.
The so-called invisible pill is useless in front of her.
As for the Flying Pill that Hong Fang gave, it was a fake Flying Pill, and nothing was added in it, but just when the elixir was delivered, Ye Lingyue unknowingly took the Flying Pill , and replaced it with a defective flying pill refined by her.
This also means that after taking the Flying Pill that Hong Fang bought back at the price of vomiting blood, the maintenance time is much shorter than the half an hour that Ye Lingyue said earlier.
Rao Fengxin is such a delicate and delicate person. After hearing Ye Lingyue's words, he couldn't laugh or cry. He finally understood why the saint said: only women and children are difficult to raise.
However, it is this kind of Ye Lingyue, the Ye Lingyue that Fengxin knows.
He likes her good or bad.
Ye Lingyue's purse was full, so she simply took Feng Xin and started to wander around.
The items in the prefecture-level auction house are indeed much stronger than those in the mysterious-level auction house.
Ye Lingyue was in the middle, and even found some seventh-rank pills, but the price of these pills was as high as thousands or even tens of thousands of fifth-rank pills.
"Amitabha-."
Suddenly hearing the Buddha's chant, Ye Lingyue noticed that in the corner of the auction house full of people, there was an old monk with a dilapidated Zen robe sitting cross-legged.
In front of him was a copper bowl with peeling paint.
In front of the old monk was a cassock, and on the cassock was a scroll the size of a tile.
There were many guests coming and going, but none of them noticed the old monk, as if the old monk didn't exist.
Soon, Ye Lingyue realized that it was because the old monk set up a spiritual restraint beside him, and only those who untied that restraint could discover his existence.
He is an interesting monk, who comes to sell things and pretends to be a ghost to set up restrictions.
Ye Lingyue stepped forward curiously.
On the scroll, there are crooked ancient characters engraved.
It's a pity that Ye Lingyue didn't know these Sanskrit words, so even if she took this iron coupon, it was useless.
"This is the iron scroll of the Vedic sect's alchemy." Feng Xin who was beside her said.
"What is Vedicism? Do you recognize the words on it?" Ye Lingyue asked in surprise.
"Ancient Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures are used when transcribing Buddhist scriptures and some important documents. The Vedic sect is one of the offshoots of the ancient Buddhist sect. It used to be very prosperous in the Central Plains. Later, due to the raging war, the Central Plains evil religion prevailed, and the Vedic sect has also declined. Yes. This monk should be a survivor of the Vedas."
Feng Xin was weak since childhood, and spent most of her childhood on the sickbed.
In order to relieve his loneliness, before he was ten years old, Emperor Beiqing recruited countless great Confucianists from the mainland to teach him. Among them was a great master of the Buddhist sect who taught him a lot of Buddhism and ancient Sanskrit.
Regarding the Vedas, it was taught to Feng Xin by the great Buddhist sect.
"Then take a quick look, what is recorded on the iron scroll of the alchemy book." When Ye Lingyue saw the iron scroll of the alchemy book for the first time, she felt that a mysterious force was calling to herself.
"The Sanskrit text on it has been messed up. I can only roughly guess that it is a kind of Buddhist martial art. As for the grade, I can't guarantee it. I can only buy this iron coupon and go back to renew it." Only after you understand it will you know." Feng Xin made a Buddhist salute to the old monk.
"Buddha is predestined, and the two of you are predestined with this old monk." The old monk's eyelids moved slightly, and Ye Lingyue saluted Feng Xin when he came back.
"Old monk, it's hard to say whether we are destined for you or not, but the money in my purse must be destined for you." Ye Lingyue thought it was very funny. Really, to put it bluntly, it's not about worrying about daily necessities.