At the same time, in the Confucian style door box on the third floor, Ye Wangxi stood tall and jade-like, standing beside the carved fence with hollowed-out tung flower patterns, his brows furrowed, his lips pursed into a thin line.
"Young Master Ye, Elder Xu asked us to buy the Shenwu. If you really want the sphenoid beauty seat, I'm afraid you won't have enough money at that time..."
"It's okay, I'll do it myself."
Seeing that Ye Wangxi insisted on doing this, they looked at each other secretly, and stopped talking.
The second pavilion master of Xuanyuan Pavilion said crisply: "The butterfly bone beauty seat starts at 10 million gold, and you can increase the price to bid for it."
"Eleven million."
"Twelve million."
The noise on the first floor rose for a while, and the price soared rapidly.
"Nineteen million!"
"I'll pay 25 million!"
The instant increase of 6 million made many cultivators sigh, shaking their heads and sitting down. At this time, the silver signs from several seats on the second floor fell in front of the Pavilion Master of Xuanyuan Pavilion. She quickly picked them up one by one, and put them between her fingers one by one, as if unfolding a folding fan, and opened the silver signs with the prices written on them.
"It is the highest at the moment." After the second pavilion read it, he said clearly, "Xuanzi No. 1 elegant seat, the bid is 35 million."
"Thirty-five million?!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the private seat on the second floor, but the lights were dimly lit and the silver veils were flying, but they couldn't see who was sitting inside at all.
"350,000 is enough to buy a palace on Immortal Island."
"Who made the price, this is outrageous..."
"So rich, it must be a person from the top ten sects, I don't know which one?"
Chu night Ning closed his eyes, and when he heard this offer, he asked the ink to burn: "Can you bring enough money on your body?"
"I didn't bring enough!" I didn't think I would see Song Qiutong suddenly here, and the ink burned extremely shocked. After hearing Chu Wanning call him, he suddenly returned to his senses and alerted, "What is the master doing?"
"Buy her."
The ink burned with wide eyes and waved his hands again and again: "Can't buy, can't buy, this woman is a burden, where will we put her after buying her? In the future, I will rent an extra horse, and I will book an extra room for sleep. , don't, don't buy."
"Who said that he would travel with her? Just let her be free after buying it." Chu nightning opened his eyes and stretched out his hand indifferently, "Take the money."
The ink burned and tightened the purse: "No, no!"
"Go back and I'll pay you back."
"This is the money to buy Shenwu!"
"Didn't you see a ghost? What do you want Shenwu to do? Take money!"
"… "
The ink burned is almost two big, this Song Qiutong, when he first saw her in the previous life, she had worshipped under the Confucianism door. At that time, the ink burned the city, and she looked a bit like a teacher, in her heart. As soon as she moved, she spared her life. Later, when she saw that she was well-behaved and obedient, and her temperament was very similar to that of the teacher, she was finally named the queen.
However, this is one of the most regrettable decisions made by Mo Ran.
Right now, Chu Wanning, a cold-hearted guy, actually wants to buy her, which makes the ink burn how to agree. Don't say 40 million for this woman, even if four copper plates are burned.
wrong! It is not uncommon for him to post 40 million to him!
The two were at a stalemate, and suddenly a sign fell from the third floor, but it was golden.
Capped sign!
The most expensive sign in Xuanyuan Pavilion is this kind of gold sign. There is no need to write on it. One piece is equivalent to 50 million gold. Once this price is reported, it is almost impossible for anyone to have the strength to compete again. sign".
Everyone was stunned, and there was an uproar.
"Confucianism door!"
"The Confucianism Gate has a cap sign!"
Chu nightning no longer went to care about the burning of the money bag, but turned to look outside. From his angle, he can see the first compartment on the third floor. Ye Wangxi is a person who is too lazy to hide it. He has already tied up the Xueyue yarn used by Xuanyuan Pavilion to ensure the privacy of guests, and stood with his hands behind his back. On the edge of the carved fence.
His expression was solemn, there was no superfluous expression on his handsome face, he glanced at the noisy scene below, seemed a little speechless, turned and walked into the depths of the box.
Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Chu nightning: "Master, you can rest assured, this Ye Gongzi lives with me in Taohuayuan, I know a little bit about him, he is a benevolent person, and the sphenoid beauty seat was bought by him. , he can't do anything unconscionable."
In the private room on the third floor, Ye Wangxi sat down at the table covered with embroidered satin with golden flowers and silver leaves and poured a cup of fragrant tea. When the tea was finished, there was a knock on the door outside.
Ye Qianxi's voice was gentle and correct: "Please come in."
"Ye Xianjun, the sphenoid beauty seat is brought to you, please check it out."
"It's up to you, go down."
The maid of Xuanyuan Pavilion withdrew, and the room was silent for a while. The hands and feet of the sphenoid beauty seat were bound by the forbidden curse, and she knelt on the ground, her eyes showing panic and trembling, a pair of peach blossom eyes were dyed with a faint blush because of the miserable crying, and it was heart-warming to see.
But Ye Wangxi glanced at her, and there were no distractions in his clear and transparent eyes, and he lifted his hand and lifted the restriction.
"The ground is cold, and the girl is startled. Sit down and have a cup of hot tea."
"..." The sphenoid beauty seat was trembling, with eyes that were as crystal clear as glass, still curled up, not daring to speak, let alone move.
Ye Wangxi sighed and asked the left and right attendants to take a cloak and hand it to her.
"Don't worry, girl, Ye Mou redeemed the girl not for cultivation. You put on this dress first, and you can talk about it when you have something to do."
"you you… "
Seeing that she was still motionless, Ye Wangxi looked up pitifully, so he shook his head with a wry smile, and squatted down on one knee, level with her.
"My name is Ye Wangxi, dare to ask the girl's name?"
"I... My surname is Song." She glanced at Ye Wangxi hesitantly, her eyes were hazy, and she was very aggrieved, "Little girl Song Qiutong, thank you Young Master Ye..."
Downstairs, Mo Ran was thinking to himself.
When she saw Song Qiutong in her previous life, she was already a disciple of Confucianism. I think she was rescued by Ye Wangxi during the Xuanyuan Pavilion bid.
The sphenoid beauty seat will not be treated as a normal person, but once you become a disciple of a certain immortal clan, it will be another matter.
Mo Ran sighed in his heart. He didn't know Ye Wangxi very well. He only knew that this person was very honest and was the most powerful person in the world except Chu Wanning. When the ink burned slaughtered the Confucian style of the seventy-two cities, I had a fight with Ye Wangxi.
There are seventy-two mighty cities, and the rest of the immortal cities are easily taken by the ink. Those Confucian-style city owners with long names and far-reaching reputations are nothing but mustard ears in his eyes.
Only this Ye Wangxi, only this Ye Wangxi, the seven cities he guarded, the ink burned could not be attacked for a long time. Even if the city was finally broken, this person knelt in blood and corpses, his eyes were clear, and his heart would not change.
At that time, the head of the Nangong Sect of the Confucianism Sect fled, and many people were kowtowing and begging for mercy, begging the ink to set them free.
But Ye Wangxi frowned, closed his eyes, and looked cold.
Mo Ran still remembered that before killing him, he had a heart to ask him: "Can you drop?"
"No drop."
The ink burned and smiled, sitting on the gilded dragon and phoenix seat of the Confucianism Sect Lord, his eyelashes trembled, his eyes swept across the black crowd, leaving aside the ordinary disciples, six or seven city masters, more than ten guardians, they all crawl into the dust, shivering.
In the lead-grey sky, there are jackdaws lingering dumbly, and the blood-red flags are hunting. Mo Ran raised his hand and said, "Kill them all."
Before his death, Ye Wangxi once said: "In the seventy cities of Huanghuang Confucianism, none of them are men."
Bloody bullshit.
Holding the newly acquired beauty Song Qiutong in his arms, the peerless beauty was like golden paper, looking at the Shura hell in front of him, his tender body kept shivering.
"Good, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. In the future, you will follow this seat." The ink burned her hair and smiled, "Come, tell me again, what is your name? What did you do in this Confucianism door? I just heard it once, but I didn't memorize it by heart."
"Little girl... Song Qiutong." She said in a panic, "It was... it was Ye Wangxi's servant... maid..."
Ye Wangxi's maid. At that time, she answered the ink burning like this.
But Song Qiutong, as a sphenoid beauty seat, why did he come to the door of Confucianism by chance, and how he was accepted as a maid by Ye Wangxi, Mo Ran didn't know. Until today, after the rebirth, I came to Xuanyuan Pavilion, and Mo Ran suddenly realized that it was Ye Wangxi who lost a thousand gold at first, and then rescued her from the tiger watching the wolf.
It is obvious that some people know that Ye Wangxi was finally defeated by the ink burning knife, and a large part of the reason was due to Song Qiutong's informer.
Thinking of this section, Mo Ran couldn't help frowning, and the hatred for Song Qiutong was a little more - I was probably fascinated by the ghosts, and I felt that this woman was similar to the teacher.
"The last item to be traded in this auction is a Wuzhu Shenwu." The second pavilion master said, interrupting Mo Ran's thoughts, "This Shenwu is not owned by Gu Yueye, and it is also sold on behalf of consignment. "
The finale treasure of each auction will reveal some rumors before the start of the conference, so compared to the fierce reaction of hearing the "Sphenoid Beauty Seat" just now, the monks below are also eager to try, but they have calmed down a lot.
The white jade lotus flower opened again, and the stone platform slowly floated up with a silver satin box with a pattern of sun, moon, mountains and rivers.
The brocade box is long and narrow, and the embroidery on the surface is very fine. Anyone who knows it can see at a glance that the golden thread totem on it is from the most famous embroidery workshop in Suzhou, Xianyun Pavilion. Aside from the magic inside, this box alone is worth a hundred gold.
"This Shenwu was discovered at Junshan Mass Burial Mound. Its previous owner has passed away. After my Xuanyuan Pavilion's verification, Shenwu did not recognize the new owner." The second pavilion master paused and continued, "As we all know, Shenwu's There are inscriptions engraved on the body of the weapon. However, because the owner of the weapon has passed away for many years, the writing on the weapon has been worn, and the only recognizable character is a return character."
Someone was muttering: "After talking so much, don't open the box first."
"Oh, forget it, just get used to it. Isn't that the way Xuanyuan Pavilion has always been. Let's talk nonsense first, and then show everyone the goods."
"makes sense."
The ink burned and felt funny. He turned his head and wanted to say a few words to Chu Wanning. However, when he turned around, he saw Chu Wanning's brows knitted tightly, his slender fingers like cold jade supporting his forehead, and his face was as pale as frost. He was startled and quickly asked, "Master, what's the matter with you?"
"Suddenly... not feeling well."
"How can it be uncomfortable, did you catch a cold again?" The ink burned and touched his forehead, "There is no heat."
"..." Chu nightning shook his head but didn't speak, looking sullen.
The ink burned and I didn't know what to do, so I had to say: "I'll pour you a cup of tea." After speaking, he filled a cup of hot tea, thought about it, and poured a little tapir dew into it.
The medicine made by this cold-scale holy hand is famous all over the world. After Chu Wanning drank the tea mixed with tapir fragrance, it was better, and his face was not so ugly. He raised his eyes and went to watch the bidding downstairs again. The ink burned to clean up the tea set next to him, and poured him a second cup.
"Xuanyuan Pavilion has no way of knowing the full name of this divine martial art, but because of a coincidence, it returned to the world, and it has a return character in its own inscription. Therefore, a name was temporarily proposed, and it was called 'return'."
Finally, the impatient person couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted from below: "Pavilion Master, after talking so much, you have also satiated our appetite. Quickly open the box and let us see what this Shenwu looks like."
The second pavilion master of Xuanyuan Pavilion smiled slightly: "Xianjun, don't be anxious. According to the rules of the cultivation world, after the death of the original owner of Shenwu, the weapons should be owned by his descendants according to blood relatives. 'Return' was discovered in the mass grave, this pavilion It is impossible to know the identity of its original owner. However, after the box is opened, you can release your spiritual power for perception. If there is someone who complements Shenwu, it is the blood relative of the original owner of this weapon. Then there is no need to bid, and the 'return' will belong to it."
"Hahaha, how can there be such a coincidence in the world."
Most of the monks in the field laughed.
"Yeah, it's almost impossible."
"But if you don't try for nothing, it's not bad to try your luck."
The second pavilion master looked at the people under the stage with a smile, and said crisply: "Yes, it is always good to try your luck. Please pay attention to all the immortals, and the cover is opened."
She snapped her fingers, and immediately two disciples of Gu Yueye came up from left and right, both young girls of fifteen or sixteen years old. There is a crystal exquisite key in each hand, which is carefully inserted into the keyhole on the box.
Only two sounds of "click" and "click" were heard, and the lock fell in response.
Mo Ran saw the situation of unlocking, and inexplicably thought of the scene in Jin Chengchi, where he got 'god'. At that time, it was clearly said that "only the people who are deeply loved in the world" can open Sauvignon Blanc, and I don't know why the brocade box will be opened in the hands of Chu Wanning.
The people around held their breaths, and countless pairs of eyes hidden under the hood were staring at the narrow box. The lid of the golden silk embroidery thread was slowly opened, and the tense atmosphere in the air was stretched to the extreme, like a full bowstring. In the pavilion where thousands of people gathered, it was so quiet that even the sound of hair falling to the ground could be heard.
Everyone was staring intently at the ancient clumsy edge revealed in the box. Either greed, or curiosity, or admiration...
Only the ink burned, and the moment he saw the weapon in the box, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the blood was completely fading in the blink of an eye.
He has lived for two lifetimes, he has possessed two Shenwu in his past life and this life, and he has played against more than ten Shenwu masters. For the things Xuanyuan Pavilion took out to bid for this time, he thought that he would definitely have no trouble.
But he was wrong.
"Shenwu is back." The clear voice of the second pavilion master broke the silence, "The shape of the sword is four feet long and three inches wide. There is no sheath, and the whole body is deep black, and there is no reflection during the day."
The fingertips of the burning ink are shaking slightly, and the two words are almost blurted out between the lips.
"Not return… "
Not return…
When Biye Zhuqiao happened, he did not return year after year.
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"Ink burns, you have Shenwu, but why do you want me to seal its spiritual knowledge and not give it a name?"
"Respected Master, this disciple has no knowledge, so this name can only be given once. I'm afraid it will sound bad, and I will not use it well in the future."
"A Ran, why haven't you thought of a name for this Mo Dao? You can't keep calling it a 'saber', 'a 'saber'."
"It's alright, think about it slowly. This is Shenwu. I want to give it the best title in the world, so it's worthy of it, hahaha."
Later, the teacher died.
Mo Ran once wanted Chu Wanning to unlock the seal, and wanted to name his Shenwu "Mingjing".
But at that time, Chu nightning said that because he competed with the ghost world, his spiritual power was damaged, and he really had no spare energy to loosen the forbidden spell on the blade, so this matter was over.
Later, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning broke up completely, and Mo Ran didn't want to ask him to unblock him again, so the bloody Mo Knife was stained with blood, but it has been anonymous for so many years. But this is no longer important. At that time, everyone in the world didn't know Mo Weiyu, and everyone didn't know the Shura sword in his hand that was full of blood and hatred.
to the end.
Chu nightning also died.
What dissipated with him was the forbidden name spell locked on the ink-burning blade for more than ten years.
That night, Mo burned a lot of pear blossoms, and was a little drunk, stroking the cold blade, I don't know if it was comfort or sadness. He flicked the blade and listened to the drum horns contending inside, and Haitang was completely cold. He was lying on the roof of Wushan Temple, haha laughing drippingly, from exhilaration to madness.
He didn't remember whether he shed tears that night, but when he woke up in the morning, two cold words were engraved on the Mo Dao that had been unknown for more than ten years.
"Not return."
You are not returning.
no longer return.
But why did this weapon, which he fought with him in his previous life to become a demon, appeared in the post-rebirth world, and why did it appear in the Xuanyuan Pavilion auction? !
Before the ink burned, thousands of cultivators in the field released their spiritual currents one after another, scrambling to perceive each other with no return.
Ink burning: "..."
It is useless, since it is no return, then since the ink is burning here, there is no second person in the world who can call this Mo Dao except himself.
But does its appearance have anything to do with the little beast who has been hiding behind the scenes? If it is related, that person released the non-return at this time, it is clear that Mo Ran and Chu nightning are tracking his traces, then his purpose is never to test who is the essence of the spirit.
What exactly does he want to do? !
Also, this one doesn't return, is it true? Or is it just a bait like those fakes from Jin Chengchi
With such doubts, the ink burned a little bit of spiritual flow.
If it is not a forgery, then there will definitely be a little echo with myself. This echo should not be too obvious, otherwise it will be noticed by others, just a little bit...
However, just after he released a very weak trace of spiritual power, he suddenly heard a slight groan from behind.
"... Master?!"
When the ink burned, he saw that Chu nightning's eyebrows were tight and his lips were blue, and he was already lying on the side of the table. His snow-colored clothes were covered with smoke, and a handsome and handsome face was paler than frost and snow. Falling down, his eyes are tightly closed, it seems that some chronic disease has occurred, and he passed out in a coma at this moment.
Mo Ran didn't expect such a thing to happen. I couldn't help but be shocked. I suddenly took back the spiritual power of the temptation, ran back to Chu nightning, and hugged him: "Master, what's wrong with you?!"
The author has something to say: Today, there is a proposal for the fish feeding master of the doublesaya baby~ (extremely foggy) I can automatically make up the expression of the master frowning. :
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Ye Wangxi
word: none
Posthumous name: none
Occupation: Disciple of the first elder of Confucianism
To put it simply: the stepfather raised
Social appearance: the right-hand man of the head, a reliable Confucian son
To put it simply: errands
Current Favorite: Young Master of Confucianism
Favorite food: Grilled fish
Dislikes: cowards
Height: 176