That's how the discussion was settled.
The whole court was in a commotion. What they were aroused was not the next discussion, but the disciple of the National Normal University's statement that the ancestors of the Ji family and the ancestors of the National Teacher are from the same sect. Isn't the Ji family from Daliang? When did you get involved with Ye Luo
After all, paper can't contain fire. After returning from the hermit family, Ji Mingxiu has been deliberately concealing the identities of Ji's family and Qiao Wei, but the national teacher clearly thinks that the water in the pool is not muddy enough, insisting on making the relationship so ambiguous. In order to get rid of the possibility that Ji's family is Ye Luo's spy, Ji Mingxiu had no choice but to release the identity of the Tana tribe.
This naturally caused an uproar. After all, in the eyes of most people, the Yin clan is just a rumored existence. Who would have thought that it was the mysterious ancient clan that had long since disappeared in the long river of history
Didn't the history books say that the Tana tribe had been slaughtered by the Yeluo royal family? Unexpectedly, a small seed was left in the girder wow!
No wonder the Ji family is so powerful, Ganqing is a descendant of priests.
Once the news was released, there was a lot of jealousy, but it can be regarded as completely dismissing the possibility of the Ji family colluding with the Yeluo people. After all, dating back hundreds of years ago, Tana was still the clan that was wiped out by Yeluo. So what if they were once from the same school? It would be nice if you don't punish the other party to death!
Besides, such a powerful ancient clan belonged to their big beams. Thinking about it, they are actually so proud!
Of course, when a stone is thrown into the water, there will always be some waves. The Palace of National Teachers forced out such a heavy news, not just to let the court and the public discuss it. Mention, let's talk about learning from each other.
After the joint discussion between Daliang and Ye Luo, the discussion was divided into three rounds, the first round was fighting.
Fighting martial arts was proposed by the emperor. From the emperor's point of view, with the abilities of Seventeen and the hermit master Huo Shigong, he should be able to sweep away Yeluo's guards. How did he know that there are still undead warriors
So in case the prime minister loses, it is really tricked by the emperor.
Daliang decided the content of one round of competition, and Ye Luo naturally had the right to decide the other round. As for the third round, for the sake of fairness, the third-party Xiongnu had the right to decide.
Each of the three parties sent representatives to draw lots. The first round was fighting.
The national teacher made a gesture.
The eldest disciple said: "My master agreed, but my master also said that the rules are for us to set. Similarly, when it's our turn to write a question, the rules are also for you to set. Only in this way can we be truly fair, the prime minister thinks." Woolen cloth?"
Ji Mingxiu would not be frightened by the other party's few words, so he said calmly, "It's up to you."
The Palace of National Teachers then set the rules, and one person won the round only by defeating three opponents in a row.
This rule is not too much. In the past years when people competed in the martial arts, it was not a problem for one person to single out ten or eight. If Qiao Wei and the others had never seen the dead soldiers of the National Teacher Hall, they would probably think that they would definitely win. But when he thought of those people who were neither human nor ghost, he felt that there was a very high possibility of a tough battle to be fought next.
In Qinglianju, Brother Liu has one white left hand and one white right hand, sitting obediently on the porch. In the backyard opposite to him, Jing Yun and His Highness the Third Prince are brushing the golden sculpture, while the swing stand beside him , Wang Shu and Zhu Er sat side by side, and Queen Ye Luo patiently plaited them.
The years are quiet and good, nothing is better than this.
Ji Mingxiu, Qiao Wei and others were sitting in the room with the wide open windows. Opposite Qiao Wei was the little bastard, and the two stared at each other.
Yan Fei looked at the two of them, and then at Master Huo and Fu Xueyan beside him: "I told you guys, don't be in a daze, talk! What is the solution? Don't do nothing, just in case..."
"Shut up!"
Ji Mingxiu, Qiao Wei, and the leader spoke in unison.
After learning about this guy's crow mouth, he never dared to let this guy talk nonsense again.
Yan Feijue shut his mouth resentfully.
After pondering for a while, Fu Xueyan opened her mouth: "I think they should send out dead soldiers."
Everyone can't deny it, if such a powerful secret weapon is left unused, it will be punished by God.
But that group of people who are neither humans nor ghosts are really too difficult to deal with. They are not afraid of pain, death, or damage. They are like zombies. Who the hell can beat them? One dozen and three, no one's physical strength can withstand such consumption!
"And..." Fu Xueyan said to add insult to injury, "Based on what I know about the National Master Hall, the soldiers who were used to intimidate us last time were probably only the lowest level. A few are more than several times stronger."
The leader's face darkened in an instant: "Isn't it? The last few were tough enough! Are there more powerful ones? Who can beat them?"
Ji Mingxiu tapped the table with his index finger a few times: "Everything in the world has weaknesses. As long as you find out their weaknesses, no matter how powerful an enemy is, it will become vulnerable."
The leader thought of something, and his bright eyes lit up: "I know! The golden eagle can cut off their connection with the master!"
Fu Xueyan said: "The low-level dead soldiers need to be controlled by the master at all times. You see, Seventeen doesn't need the prime minister to give him orders."
Everyone in the room seemed to know that Seventeen was a dead man.
The leader curled his lips lazily: "It seems to be right, so what should we do? This doesn't work, that doesn't work either, could it be... that we lost to them in the first match?"
"Phoenix blood cinnabar." Master Huo, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth.
Qiao Wei rubbed her chin: "I know cinnabar, blind medicine can also refine mercury, but phoenix blood cinnabar... what is it?"
The leader arrogantly puffed out his small chest: "You don't understand this, do you? Dansha is also classified into grades. Ordinary cosmetic shops buy third-grade cinnabar, while better pharmacies like your Ganoderma lucidum use second-grade cinnabar. Pin cinnabar, the best cinnabar in the market is the first grade, and it is usually used to refine elixir for the royal family. As for the phoenix blood cinnabar, it is almost a rumored thing. Those old things have been mentioned a few times, it is said that it can ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts, and it can also increase power."
Qiao Wei gave him a strange look: "Haven't you washed your hair recently?"
"What's wrong?" the leader asked casually.
Qiao Wei smiled: "The brain is not flooded."
The leader's face instantly turned black!
Enough jokes, now it's time to discuss how to get phoenix blood cinnabar. If this thing is the only thing that can restrain the dead, then they must get it when they go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of fire. The premise is that it really exists and really There is enough time.
Ji Mingxiu said thoughtfully, "Seventeen really doesn't like cinnabar, but he's not to the point of being afraid."
In other words, I don't know if this legendary thing really has such a magical effect on the dead.
Yan Fei said: "Wouldn't you know if you try with seventeen then?"
Ji Mingxiu shot a cold gaze.
Yan Feijue shrank his neck resentfully, did he say the wrong thing again...
"Let's find a way to get that thing first, can we get it?" Qiao Wei looked at Ji Mingxiu.
Ji Mingxiu sighed helplessly, "I know a place once existed, but whether it's still here or not depends on luck."
…
A quarter of an hour later, Qiao Wei, Mr. Huo, Yan Feijue, and the leader boarded the carriage to leave the house. There were no small bastards in the original plan, but this guy had never seen such a magical place, and he wanted to follow with a stern face. I had no choice but to take him with me.
It's quite reassuring when this guy doesn't come up with bad ideas.
Qiao Wei lowered the curtain: "Where are we going?"
Yan Fei smiled and said: "You will know when you arrive."
Qiao Wei glanced at him: "God is talking. Speaking of which, why can't you come to meditate?"
Yan Feijue's smile became more and more unpredictable: "He didn't dare to come. If he came, there would be no cinnabar."
"How to say?" Qiao Wei was puzzled.
Yan Fei said with a smile that was not a smile: "You should know that there are seven coolies under that kid, right?"
Qiao Wei looked him up and down, a coolie... Is this metaphor really appropriate
Yan Fei smiled and said: "Don't you wonder why we only saw six of us, but the other one never showed up? Even, we didn't even mention him much."
Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows. It's not like she hasn't been curious about this question before, especially when the Yinzu prepared two fruits for seven people, she specially reserved one for the seventh person who had never been masked.
The reason why she didn't ask who the other party was, firstly, was that she didn't know each other well, and she didn't care; acknoledged
"The person we are looking for today...couldn't be him?"
Yan Feijue said: "That's right, it's him."
Qiao Wei wondered: "Then why do you say... If meditation comes, will cinnabar exist or not? Doesn't he want to give things to meditation?"
Yan Feijue sighed: "Oh, do you think that everyone like the six of us is willing to follow that kid?"
Qiao Wei gave him a cold look: "Are you willing? Do you dare to speak with your conscience?"
Yan Fei touched his heart: "Well, we were forced."
That kid put voodoo in their bodies, and their wealth and lives are all tied to that kid, can they not work for that kid
But although they were all forced, that one was forced wrong.
The person Ji Mingxiu wanted to surrender back then was not him, but another quack warlock, but the drug was wrong. Although the six of them were forced to make a blood oath, they all owed Ji Mingxiu a life, so Giving him his life back is not wronged, but that guy has nothing to do with Ji Mingxiu. Ji Mingxiu has poisoned him like this, can he swallow this breath
Besides, this kind of voodoo can't be solved just by explaining it. The current Ji Mingxiu may be able to solve it, but the Ji Mingxiu back then definitely didn't have this ability.
That man was chasing Ji Mingxiu, and he wanted to die with Ji Mingxiu.
Later, I don't know what method Ji Mingxiu used to comfort him, he finally stopped making trouble, but at the same time he said harshly, don't expect him to do anything for Ji Mingxiu in this life.
Qiao Wei couldn't help but glanced at Xiaoerhuo: "It really is a brother."
Really two!
After that, Yan Feijue explained some precautions, and after a while, the carriage stopped outside a noisy alley.
Yan Feijue warned: "When we arrive, I won't go in. He recognizes me, and when he sees me, he will know that the young master is here to buy things. He won't sell them. Remember what I told you, don't trust anyone , and don’t strike up a conversation with anyone, and leave as soon as you get the item.”
Qiao Wei jumped out of the carriage: "Understood, I've grown up on the road, what dirty tricks haven't I seen? Don't worry."
Yan Fei gave her a sharp look, on the way? Just the big courtyard of Qiao's house
In order to hide her identity, Qiao Wei changed her clothes as a maid, and she changed her appearance into Bi'er's face. Mr. Huo was the master, and the leader was his grandson.
The three of them walked through the noisy alley, turned right, and came to a very unsatisfactory Yihong Courtyard. Anyone who brought women to the door did not come to drink flower wine.
The old bustard greeted him with a smile, looking at the leader of Yushu Linfeng, his heart was full of spring, and the makeup on his face fell off with a smile: "Hey, where is this nobleman? Why haven't I seen it? "
The leader was disgusted enough by her, but he still took out Ji Mingxiu's tricks, and said flatly, "Are there any good ones?"
Hearing this, the old bustard became more and more sure of his guess, smiled, led them to a room, pressed a switch on the wall, and immediately opened a hole in the floor: "Several objective, please Come with me."
Qiao Wei winked at the leader.
The leader said: "You go down first."
The old bustard gave a charming smile, scratched her head and went down.
The three of Qiao Wei followed.
This is a passage, surrounded by darkness, and I don't know how long it took before a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
The old bustard pushed open the stone door, and the noisy voice came to her face, she said with a smile: "Several objective, please, I will not accompany you."
Master Huo went first, followed by Qiao Wei and the leader.
Several people entered a very lively lobby, and many guests like them were already waiting in the lobby. Some of these people were dressed in extraordinary clothes, and some were in a state of depression. Those who are rich may not have good goods, and those who are "rich" may not be really rich.
The three of them tried their best to reduce their sense of existence, but no matter how they reduced it, the handsome face that could not be covered by the mask of the leader was still too eye-catching. When it opened, several women dressed as maids led everyone into the inner hall.
This is the first time for Qiao Wei to come to this kind of underground auction house. It is said that most of the things it auctions come from wrong sources, and they dare not put them on the bright side, lest they be caught by the government. There will be so many people of all kinds flocking to it.
A few people sat down in the corner of the place, where the candlelight could not be seen, it was the most suitable for concealment, and they could also see the whole situation.
The auction started soon, and the first thing to appear was a five-tailed phoenix hairpin used by a former imperial concubine, with a starting price of twenty taels.
Are the things of the former concubine rare? Are there treasures from the Apocalypse Dynasty in the secret room of the Ji family
Qiao Wei only cared about the cinnabar, and didn't pay much attention to this vulgar thing.
The leader doesn't like it either, because it's an antique or something, isn't it all used by others? Is there a hairy thing to ask for used things? He wants to buy a new one for Fu Xueyan!
Before they came, they were not sure that they could encounter that kind of cinnabar today, or how could it be luck
But their luck seems to be good. After auctioning more than a dozen items, the maid took out a simple and majestic mahogany box, looked at everyone with a smile, and said softly: "The next item to be sold is Blindly using medicinal materials can cure diseases, make alchemy, and improve power."
As she spoke, she slowly opened the box, and a pure red light came out, like rubies gathered in a lake, making the maid's face turn red.
Everyone stretched their necks one after another.
The maid generously held out a piece of crystal clear red sandstone.
Qiao Wei didn't do much research on Dansha, but hearing the gasps around her, it should be what they were looking for.
This thing sounds like the best, but there are not many people who want it. After all, it is just a medicine. Whether it is curing a disease or improving one's power, there are still many other things that can be substituted, and they are not so expensive.
Its most miraculous medicinal effect should be to restrain the dead, but the dead are not everywhere, who would spend that unreasonable money to guard against something that may never be encountered in a lifetime
However, if you are not short of money, it would be quite a face to collect as a treasure.
In a short time, it increased from twenty taels to two hundred taels.
What can two hundred taels of silver do in the capital? A nobile is gone.
"Four hundred taels!"
"Four hundred and fifty taels!"
"Five hundred taels!"
The maid said: "Is there any one higher than five hundred taels? If not, this danishite belongs to this young master.",
"Six hundred taels." Qiao Wei called the price.
Prodigal, true prodigal! It wasn't that they were anxiously waiting for the cinnabar to be used, she wouldn't spend so much money on a piece of broken stone if she was killed.
"One thousand taels."
In another corner, an old voice called the price.
Qiao Wei frowned suspiciously. It was understandable for her to waste the money, but why would anyone else rush to spend the money
"Two thousand taels."
A young man's voice called the price.
If Qiao Wei heard correctly, then this voice—