On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the sky was a bit cloudy, the wind was strong, and it was cold. The occasional rays of light from the flowing clouds were still not warm.
Many shops on the street have already opened, and the entire Yanhuang City is almost still shrouded in the atmosphere of the New Year.
There were not many pedestrians on the street, and the carriage that Chu Mo was riding was traveling very fast on the Qingshi Road.
Miao Niang and Chu Yan sat opposite Chu Mo. Seeing Chu Mo looking out through the window of the carriage, Miao Niang couldn't help but smile and said, "Do you think it's better for the carriage to have windows?"
Chu Mo came back to his senses, smiled, and said, "How should I put it, a carriage without windows is actually not bad. Although I can't see the outside, but also... you can't see me from the outside."
Miao Yiniang was startled, then smiled and said, "It's not reasonable."
Chu Yan said softly at the side: "Young master took us to the auction house, is it to gain knowledge?"
Chu Mo smiled wryly and said, "I have never been to an auction house. My family was always poor. The word auction house was enough to scare me away. How dare I go there to see it? So today is the first time I have gone. I don’t want to think that it’s still Chinese New Year, so I’ll take you out to relax.”
Miao Niang smiled softly: "My young master knows how to love someone."
Chu Yan's face was slightly red, and she looked at Chu Mo with curiosity: "Didn't you grow up in the general's mansion since you were a child? How could you be poor?"
"The General's Mansion must be very rich?" Chu Mo asked back.
Chu Yan thought for a while and said: "In my mind, even if the General's Mansion is not rich, it is not poor at all. But seeing the houses in the mansion, I believe what you say. But why? "
Miao Niang said from the side: "Your son's grandfather is a very good man. Although he is a general, his salary is not low, but every year except for the little bit to support the family, the rest... almost all secretly given to those who died on the battlefield. military families."
"Ah, it turned out to be like this, I'm sorry." Chu Yan's face was a bit shocked.
Anyone can do good deeds, but there are really not many who can do good deeds like Old General Fan. This kind of person, whether you know him or not, and you don't even need to meet him, as long as you hear about his actions, you will be in awe.
Chu Mo looked outside along the window of the carriage, occasionally seeing a few naughty children with cold noses running wildly outside, or setting off firecrackers.
It is peaceful, peaceful, peaceful and joyful here. This is his home, a place he needs to protect!
This point has nothing to do with the emperor or anyone else.
It only belongs to Chu Mo himself, the persistence in his heart. It comes from the teachings that the old general taught him since he was a child.
Fengyun Auction House, the largest auction house in Yanhuang City, is a two-story building more than ten feet high.
The wall is made of large pieces of bluestone, which looks magnificent and simple, the roof is steep and steep, and the four corners are light and upturned, exquisite and exquisite, with extraordinary momentum.
Above the gate, there is a huge stone plaque with five embossed characters engraved on it—Fengyun Auction House!
It is said that Fengyun Auction House has a history of more than a thousand years, longer than the founding of Daxia. There is also the shadow of the sect behind it, which has always stood here and has never wavered.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the auction house. At this time, there were already a large number of carriages and horses gathered here. Busy, very busy, but not noisy.
Many people wore big hats to cover their faces, some wore black cloaks with hoods to hide their faces, and some simply wore masks or veils.
In short, here, most people don't want to be known by others.
Chu Mo looked at this scene through the window of the carriage, a little dumbfounded, and said, "It seems that we have no cover up..."
Miao Niang took out two veils from her bosom, handed one to Chu Yan, and smiled at Chu Mo: "Master, it's you."
"..." Chu Mo's head was full of black lines.
At this time, Miao Niang took out a mask of a smiling face, handed it to Chu Mo, and said, "I knew you wouldn't think of this."
"Why do you want to do this?" Chu Mo was a little puzzled.
He is smart, even in some respects, like a monster. But after all, he was just a fourteen-year-old boy, so it was impossible for him to have corresponding experience for something he hadn't experienced before.
Miao Niang said: "If a treasure is auctioned here, it happens that other people also want this treasure. If your identity is exposed, then there will be a lot of trouble. Hide your identity and leave the auction house. Who will know who you are? ?”
Chu Mo suddenly realized: "So it is!"
Then, he took the smiling face mask prepared by Miao Niang for him, and then murmured: "I asked Xia Jing to prepare the room for me, so even if I put on the mask, to Xia Jing, my identity ...isn't it still a secret?"
Miao Niang nodded and said, "How about we just sit in the hall and forget it."
Chu Mo thought for a while: "Alright, anyway, we don't plan to buy anything, so we just sit in the lobby."
As Chu Mo said, he began to change his body shape according to the disguise technique given to him by the Demon Lord.
Before entering the bone refining stage, it was still a little difficult to change his body shape through this kind of exercise, but now, for Chu Mo, changing his own physical characteristics was a breeze.
There was a clicking sound coming from Chu Mo's body, Miao Niang and Chu Yan both looked at Chu Mo with some doubts.
After getting off the carriage, the two women suddenly realized that Chu Mo's stature...was actually half a head taller than before, and his body shape was completely different from the previous thin body. It's almost like a different person. Now Chu Mo looks more like an adult.
Wearing a small face mask, no matter how you look at it, it gives people a somewhat evil feeling.
Miao Niang and Chu Yan were both a little dazed watching, and the two women were extremely shocked in their hearts. But fortunately, I didn't ask on the spot.
If you want to enter Fengyun Auction House, you must have an invitation card, otherwise, even if you are a prince, you will be rejected. In order to protect the privacy of the guests, all the invitations of Fengyun Auction House are standard.
After showing the invitation, Chu Mo walked in with the two girls Shi Shiran. As soon as you enter the door, you will feel a sense of emptiness.
Where they stood, all the way down, there were rows of seats, and there was a number plate on each seat. If you want to shoot something, just raise this number plate.
In the middle of the auction house, a huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire auction house brightly. The entire second floor is a circle of private rooms, a total of 21 rooms, which are divided into three grades of 'heaven, earth, and people'. Each grade has seven private rooms. It has always been the site of big shots.
This time, Xia Jing originally arranged for Chu Mo to stay in room No. 7 on the second floor, but because he didn't want to expose himself, he didn't go up.
Chu Mo took the two girls, and randomly found a few corner seats at the highest point in the back and sat down.
Then, seeing a large number of people, they began to file in.
The lobby on the first floor, which can accommodate more than 1,000 people, soon had more than 500 people seated.
And now... it's not time to close the doors.
Although the entire hall was a bit noisy, it was not chaotic. People gathered in twos and threes and whispered together. Although many people wore masks or bamboo hats on their faces, they clearly exuded an aura different from ordinary people.
Chu Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and softly asked Miao Niang beside him: "Usually, there are... many sects in this auction house?"