"Hahaha..." Lian Pingchao laughed heartily, "Are you testing my vision? I'll keep this piece of jade, and the Phoenix Fire Wutong Wood is yours! If I can't even recognize the Phoenix Fire Wutong Wood, then I've eaten the Dragon Pattern Rice for so many years in vain. I don't blame anyone but myself for my poor eyesight!"
The other five university scholars looked at the wood in Fang Yun's hand curiously, and were puzzled.
The wood was brown all over, with obvious signs of being burned but not carbonized. It looked a bit like jade, with a shiny, round and smooth surface.
The name of Fenghuo Wutong wood contains "Phoenix", but it actually has nothing to do with the phoenix. Some Wutong trees accidentally absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth, and were burned by fire at special times. Instead of being ignited, they absorbed the power of the flames and grew stronger, thus forming Fenghuo Wutong wood.
It is only because of the legend that the phoenix lives on the paulownia tree that this paulownia wood is forcibly linked to the phoenix.
The Phoenix Fire Wutong wood cannot be manufactured artificially. After being processed by Mohist craftsmen, the manufactured mechanism can spray fire for a long time. Even if the flame is exhausted, it can absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to replenish it.
Moreover, the flame formed by the Phoenix Fire Wutong Wood Mechanism is not an ordinary fire. It can easily burn the demon soldiers to death. The most powerful one can even burn the demon commander to death. It can only injure the demon lord but not kill him, and has little effect on the demon king.
The Phoenix Fire Wutong Wood Mechanism is mainly used to guard the Liangjie Mountain. It is the nemesis of the monsters below the level of the Monster Lord and has a great effect.
A four-foot-long and three-inch-diameter Phoenix Fire Wutong wood is enough to make seven flame-breathing machines to guard the city wall that is hundreds of feet long.
Liu Shan'a asked curiously, "My dear nephew Yun Fang, does this piece of wood have a history?"
Fang Yun smiled and said, "It's hard to say whether it has a background or not. If you have a chance to enter it, you will know. Even if it is useless in the Dragon Clan Hall, you can sell it to the Mo family craftsmen and get something good in exchange."
"Just trying to be mysterious." Lian Pingchao ignored Fang Yun and carefully observed the newly acquired jade.
Yun Zhaochen secretly transmitted a message and asked, "I won't ask about the Wutong wood, but the jade has a semi-saint aura after all, so why would you exchange it so easily?"
"It's the verification seal of an ancient demon clerk. He often verifies the imperial decrees of the holy dragon clan, so it will naturally be contaminated with the aura of a semi-saint. If he continues to play with it, it will break in less than half a quarter of an hour." Fang Yun replied through voice transmission.
Yun Zhaochen immediately realized that this thing had no value at all. The reason why it could be preserved for so long was because of the aura of the Saint, so he looked at Lian Pingchao pitifully, while Lian Pingchao held the jade and couldn't let it go.
Yun Zhaochen coughed lightly and said, "Yun Fang, please help me pick one."
Fang Yun said casually: "The wine pot is not very useful. The wine inside is just old and will not be of much value. The broken knife seems to contain the rare 'bronze' nowadays. It can be sold for a high price."
"Bronze? Not bad!" Yun Zhaochen nodded and put away the broken blade.
Ye Fangge said: "Please help me pick one too."
Fang Yun looked at the golden ring in his hand that had the aura of a semi-saint. He said, "This golden ring is a good thing. It's best to wear it all the time. Mr. Fangge is very lucky."
"What on earth is this?" Ye Fangge asked.
Fang Yun shook his head slightly and said, "I can't tell exactly. I can only infer from the contents of some miscellaneous books that this gold ring is part of the key."
The gold ring was very big, and Ye Fangge followed Fang Yun's instructions and slung it across his shoulder, although it was a little strange. But saving his life was the most important thing, and a great scholar would never give up his life for the so-called appearance.
Lian Pingchao's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Have you studied the ancient studies?"
"I have only studied it for a few years, but it cannot be considered as an advanced level of study." Fang Yun said modestly.
"No wonder Zhaochen is willing to bring you here. However, I do have some knowledge of ancient studies!" Lian Pingchao showed arrogance.
"If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely ask for your advice." Fang Yun smiled, seemingly unconcerned.
Tan Hemu asked, "This stone carving of mine that has the aura of a saint should be fine, right?"
Tan Hemu held the five-foot-high and two-foot-wide stone slab with both hands. The edge of the stone slab was broken and not complete. But the lines on it were flying and dancing, exuding a heavy and ancient atmosphere. This stone slab seemed to have come from the wilderness and had gone through thousands of years.
Fang Yun nodded slightly and said, "If I'm not mistaken, your stone carving is the most valuable of all the objects."
Tan Hemu was overjoyed.
"Tell me why I can't see it?" Lian Pingchao retorted.
Fang Yun said: "Because the lines on this stone slab depict an ancient holy monster, which seems to be a giant bird, and the one who carved it is a dragon saint."
"Long Sheng? What evidence do you have?" Lian Pingchao still didn't give up.
"There are strange spiral patterns on the tip of the Dragon Saint's claws, which are invisible to others. If the Grand Scholar concentrates his talent on his eyes, he should be able to see it." Fang Yun said.
Tan Hemu looked down and said in surprise, "Sure enough, there are strange lines. Thank you, nephew Yun Fang."
"Mr. Hemu, you are too polite." Fang Yun said.
"Yun Fang, help me pick one too."
"Help me pick some, too."
Qiu Meng and Liu Shan'a had not obtained anything with the aura of sainthood, so they were not sure what to choose.
Fang Yun nodded and walked in front of the two people. He didn't even look at the good things they had chosen, but picked and chose from the two large piles of items in front of them. Finally, he picked out an item for each of them and explained its value, which made the two people very happy. They were all better than the things they had chosen.
Lian Pingchao's expression became more and more ugly. Even he didn't expect the value of those two things.
Yun Zhaochen smiled and said, "I think it would be better if Yun Fang picked out the valuable but not big things and put them together. Then I, who don't know how to find antiques, would randomly pick one and send it out. How do we send them out in turns?"
"That's right. I trust Yun Fang's vision." Ye Fangge.
"Let's do this, Pingchao, you won't object, right?" Liu Shan'a asked with a smile.
Lian Pingchao was silent for a moment, then said, "Since everyone agrees, I have no objection."
"It is better to obey than to be respectful. I am sorry to show my ugliness."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he quickly picked out the most valuable items from the seven piles and put them together in a mess. Then Yun Zhaochen distributed them to the seven people in turn from left to right.
A quarter of an hour later, the proceeds at the entrance were distributed to everyone.
"Inside is the outer perimeter of the ruins. If there are no servants of the dragon clan, there must be 'war statues' made by the dragon clan. War statues are the power to maintain order in Dragon City. They draw power from each hall, similar to a mechanism. As long as they are not completely destroyed, they can be slowly repaired. The war statues in the Five Dragon Hall are very powerful, and they should all be the strength of demon kings or great demon kings, but after years of erosion, their strength will be weakened. However, there is still a great danger, and we must not take it lightly."
The other six nodded slightly.
"Then next, everyone will take out your best war poems and bless everyone. Yun Fang, you don't need to do that. Shan'a, your battle poem "Changwu" has reached the third level, ranking first among everyone. You go first." Yun Zhaochen said.
"good… "
Liu Shan'a was just about to pick up the pen to write when he heard a crisp clicking sound coming from Lian Pingchao.
Everyone looked over and saw Lian Pingchao lowering his head in a daze, the purple jade in his hands shattered into tiny powders, as if crushed by a huge force, and continuously falling from his palms.
(To be continued.)
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