"Immortal drum drawing, is there anything special?"

Ye Xiu continued to ask shamelessly.

Zhao Ye touched his head and hesitated: "How can I say it, this picture feels very special and magical to me, but where is the specific special magic? Alas, you'll see for yourself when the time comes, anyway. In short, I feel that this picture of the immortal drum may be much more precious than the relics of the high monk. ”

"Really?" Ye Xiu became interested: "So, the focus of our attention this time is this picture of an immortal drum?"

"Of course, who is interested in the rotten bones burned after the old bald donkey's death?" Zhao Ye scolded.

Ye Xiu smiled, noncommittal, Zhao Ye is a ghost, and he naturally hates monks and Taoists who exorcise evil spirits and eliminate ghosts, so there is nothing strange.

The two chatted and walked, and after a while, Zhao Ye took Ye Xiu to a small auction hall on the top floor of the Lion Park.

The auction hall is not large, only thirty or forty seats, but the decoration is exquisite and gorgeous but elegant, each sofa seat is made of leather, the floor is covered with brocade red carpet, the dome is carved with many birds and animals, and the surrounding walls are hung with a number of famous calligraphy and oil paintings, and they are not copies or imitation fakes, all of them are genuine.

"How is it, beautiful, haven't you seen it?" Zhao Ye put his arms around his chest, and his face was trembling.

Ye Xiu admitted: "Well, it's beautiful, I haven't seen it!"

The bland praise and bland tone made Zhao Ye, who was about to show off, suddenly lose interest, and flattered the blind man, which was in vain.

When the two arrived, there were already more than a dozen people in the auction hall, all in suits and leather shoes, either rich or expensive, gathering together to chat and climb relationships, so it was not lively.

After the two arrived at their seats, Ye Xiu asked in a low voice, "How long will the auction start?"

Zhao Ye replied: "It's almost over, it was said that it started at six o'clock, and now it's half past five." ”

After speaking, Zhao Ye chatted with the person next to him, Ye Xiu thought that the two were talking about some business matters, but after listening carefully, the two of them chatted about some things such as wind and snow, bright lights, wine and green, and suddenly lost interest.

Shaking his head, Ye Xiu gathered his mind, calmed down, curled his legs slightly, half-hung in the air, and put on a meditation method called "centering pile" in the "Dizang Sutra", and practiced.

Buddhism has three methods of precepts, concentration, and wisdom, and they hold the precepts and act, meditate in the heart, and wisdom is self-generated, among which the precepts lie in self-cultivation and concentration in the mind.

The centering pile, as the name suggests, is to focus on the outside world without disturbance, not to be disturbed by the external red dust, which is not only a tempering of the mind, but also a kind of static pile method of centering practice.

He is not a genius, and he has no talent and luck to have an epiphany and ascend to the sky in one step.

He is just an ordinary person, who can only cherish every minute and every second, step by step, and move forward steadfastly.

The mountain is high and the water is dangerous, the road is at the foot, as long as you go diligently, one day you will go over the mountain, jump over the sea, and see a different scenery.

I'm afraid, I'm afraid, you won't go.

Or, it's too ambitious, and the steps are too big, and it's easy to pull the eggs.

Here, Zhao Ye, who had been talking to his friends, naturally noticed Ye Xiu's actions and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Inexplicably, some admire this teenager, young, powerful, and hard-working, it's really unusual!

Successful people have their own efforts;

People who fail have their own excuses.

Half an hour passed in a flash, and some people came to the auction hall one after another, including the three Ning Yi, who were half a step behind Ye Xiu.

At six o'clock, a man dressed in a Tang costume and half a hundred years old walked onto the auction table and announced the official start of the auction.

And just as the man walked up to the auction table, Ye Xiu opened his eyes.

"My name is Zhang Qingquan, I am the host of this auction, and on behalf of the Lion Park, I would like to welcome all of you to visit. ”

"You are all my regular customers of the Lion Park, the rules of the auction must be clear to everyone, do not ask the origin of things, do not disturb the auction, once the purchase is made, no remorse, once out of the Lion Park, anything happens, it has nothing to do with my Lion Park. I won't say much about the rest. ”

"Well, I announce that this auction has officially begun. ”

"Well, a very simple opening statement. ”

Ye Xiu said in his heart, but Zhang Qingquan's words revealed several information: first, we are very strong, don't make trouble in the Lion Park; second, the auctioned things seem to come from improper origins, and the buying and selling is voluntary, and we are not responsible for what happens.

Thinking in my heart, the first thing was brought up, it was a calligraphy and painting, a picture scroll of the contemporary calligraphy and painting master Shen Wannian copying the Tang Dynasty painting Saint Wu Daozi's "Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls".

"Eighty-seven Immortal Scroll" is a famous white figure scroll in ancient China, there are eighty-seven immortal gods in the painting descending from the sky, the scene is grand and far-reaching, the composition is magnificent and magnificent, the character structure is gorgeous, the lines are round and vigorous, it can be called a masterpiece of hand-me-down, and it is regarded as a benchmark by the artists of all dynasties.

Ye Xiu was a history student, so he naturally knew about this painting and had the privilege of going to the museum to see it up close.

Shen Wannian's copy of this picture, the composition is exquisite, the lines are soft, the color is appropriate, the body of the eighty-seven immortals is rich and graceful, and the demeanor is vivid, which lives up to his name as a contemporary person.

However, the whole copy is more than gorgeous, but it is not smart, in short, it has its form but not its spirit.

Of course, in terms of artistic value alone, this picture scroll is not bad, coupled with Shen Wannian's fame, this picture scroll is definitely worth a lot.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Qingquan finished his introduction, someone bid 100,000 yuan, and then everyone bid one after another, and the price of this picture scroll also soared, and finally was pocketed by a pot-bellied businessman with 300,000 yuan.

After the picture scroll, there are still some antiques, jade, gems and other items, such as amphora carved ornamental vases, purple clay pots, jade carved beast incense burners, jade earrings, emerald rings, etc., the price is not expensive, but for Ye Xiu, there is not much value.

"Next, this auction item is a sword, named Jade. According to the seller, this jade sword is his family heirloom, cutting gold and breaking jade, like destroying decay, extremely sharp. ”

"We've checked it ourselves, and it's exactly what the seller says. ”

After Zhang Qingquan finished speaking, a woman below walked up with a wooden box.

The wooden box opened, and a long sword with a simple shape and a flickering cold light, like a long sword like autumn water, appeared in front of everyone.

Suddenly, everyone present felt a chill.

It was the same chill, but the difference was that others thought it was the sword's sharp killing intention, but Ye Xiu and Zhao Ye clearly felt a sinister meaning.

"Damn, what kind of ancestral thing is this, it's obviously a secret weapon that has just been stolen from the ground, and the yin qi is so heavy, I don't know how many years it has been buried in the ground. ”

When Zhao Ye heard Zhang Qingquan's introduction, he couldn't help but curse.

Ye Xiu answered: "Maybe someone dug it out of their ancestral grave?"

"I believe in your wickedness. ”

Zhao Ye rolled his eyes, paused, and couldn't help but gloat: "This thing, if it is accidentally bought back and put at home by the blind person, it will be separated from the wife, the family will be ruined, and the husband and wife will both return to Huangquan." ”

"You're smart, and you're not stupid. Ye Xiu pursed his lips, a little speechless about Zhao Ye's bad taste.

This jade sword is obviously a burial item, it has been buried underground for a long time, and it has been nourished by yin qi for many years, and it has obviously become an evil weapon.

If you put the jade sword at home, the living will be corroded by the yin energy, and the body will be weak at light, and you will be seriously ill, or you will die directly. What's more, this kind of thing is very easy to attract some ghosts and evil things.

In addition, soldiers and killing weapons are also contrary to people, and under normal circumstances, few people put the bladed sword at home.

"Oh, by the way, aren't you a bad guy, this kind of thing should be harmless to you, and besides, if you put him in the house, you can attract some wandering spirits and wild ghosts to come and patronize, so that you don't have to go out, you can have a lot of achievements to earn, wouldn't you kill two birds with one stone?"

Ye Xiu suddenly suggested.

Zhao Ye sighed: "You are stupid to me, this kind of thing, if you attract powerful ghosts or some self-righteous demon slayer people, I will stop eating on the spot, and I will make a fart performance." ”

"What about you, why don't you want to? Don't you also need the cultivation of yin and evil qi, with this sword, there is an endless stream of wandering spirits and wild ghosts, which will be of great benefit to your cultivation, why don't you buy it and go home." ”

Zhao Ye earnestly suggested.

Ye Xiu shook his head and said honestly: "I'm also afraid! Besides, isn't it you, what do I want that broken sword for?"

"Besides, if you have a jade sword, its function is heavier than yours, what else do I want you to do?

Ye Xiu patted Zhao Ye's shoulder and laughed: "I'm doing this for your good, young man." ”

"Haha......" The corners of Zhao Ye's mouth twitched, Mom sells batches, I have to thank you for not eating.

"Well, don't say thank you, just keep it in your heart. As if he had insight into what Zhao Ye was thinking, Ye Xiu patted Zhao Ye with such an empathetic expression.

Damn, I really want to eat him, but I can't beat him, what should I do?

Zhao Ye poked his teeth and looked depressed.

While the two were chatting, the jade sword was finally bought by a man wrapped in a trench coat with a hoarse voice for the original auction price of one million.