Wu Qian and Meng Wanniang walked out of the gate of the Lingyun Club together.

At the gate, a black sedan was parked.

The doors were open.

Meng Wanniang sat directly in the back seat.

Wu Qian sat in the passenger seat.

The driver was a young man of about twenty years old, with a shining stud earring on his ear facing Wu Gan's side.

He turned his head and showed a very friendly smile at Wu Gan, and without saying a word, he directly started the accelerator.

The car was driving at high speed on the main road leading to the medicinal herb market.

During this period, no matter what Meng Wanniang said, the driver just nodded or shook his head in response, and never said a word to her.

After about an hour, the sedan came to a slow stop.

Wu Qian asked casually, "Arrived?"

The driver replied without hesitation: "It's here." ”

Wu Qian turned his head and glanced at the driver, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He always thought that the driver guy next to him was a mute.

As a result, it was not.

Meng Wanniang took the lead in pushing the car door and got out of the car, and reminded: "Mr. Wu, we have arrived at our destination." ”

Wu Qian nodded, then retracted his gaze, opened the door and got out of the car.

After both of them got out of the car, the driver quickly restarted the accelerator and drove away.

"Huh. Meng Wanniang laughed dryly, and a hint of self-deprecation flashed in her eyes.

"It's always been like this?" Wu Gan asked without a beginning or an end.

Meng Wanniang nodded, and asked instead of answering: "No, what else?"

Wu Qian shrugged his shoulders and said, "But you are his boss after all..."

"Compared to his life, the boss is a fart?"

Meng Wanniang interrupted Wu Gan's words, put on a nonchalant look, and said, "For so many years, I have always been like this. Hardly anyone would say a word to me. I'm used to it anyway, so don't sympathize with me because of this, Mr. Wu. I hated sympathetic stares more than the fear in the eyes of most people around me. It makes me feel full of hypocrisy. ”

When Wu Qian heard this, he pursed his lips and said, "I'm not a nosy person. ”

After speaking, he took a step forward and walked towards the large medicinal herb market in front of him.

Meng Wanniang took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled it, and followed with a step.

From a distance, the two of them smelled a strong smell of medicinal herbs, wafting out of the medicinal herb market.

Meng Wanniang followed Wu Qian's side and asked, "What medicinal herbs are we going to buy?"

Wu Gan didn't stop, looked ahead, and replied casually: "A Chinese medicine that is old enough to have the effect of gathering qi and concentrating the mind." ”

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth on the earth is depleted.

Native medicinal herbs, if they can't withstand enough warmth, their medicinal properties are naturally not much better.

Therefore, in Wu Qian's opinion, only medicinal materials that are old enough can be used.

"What is the minimum number of years to be considered long enough?" Meng Wanniang asked again.

Wu Qian replied lightly: "At least three hundred years." ”

"Such a high demand?" Meng Wanniang said in surprise.

When the voice fell, she said again: "I'm afraid, only those time-honored pharmacies have inventory." ”

"Then let's go directly to the time-honored pharmacies you mentioned. ”

"Okay, Mr. Wu, follow me. ”

Meng Wanniang seems to be quite familiar with this medicinal herb market.

While leading the way in front, she said without looking back: "The entire Chinese medicinal material market, you should look at Yanjing, and the entire Yanjing medicinal material market should look here." It's just that, in the final analysis, the medicinal herb market is still monopolized by a few big families..."

As she spoke, she had come to a store with an "ancient" signboard hanging at the door of her house.

She stopped, and the guide shopper said, "Man, call your shopkeeper out." ”

The shopping guide was a young girl in her twenties, looking at Meng Wanniang with an arrogant expression, and said, "This eldest sister, if you want to inquire about any medicinal materials, just ask me." Don't look at my age, I'm a bachelor's degree graduate of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Yenching University!"

Meng Wanniang glared at her impatiently and urged, "Don't talk to me about these useless things." I'll tell you to go and call your shopkeeper out, and you'll go quickly. ”

"Cut. ”

The little girl said disdainfully, "What are you pretending, our shopkeeper is busy, how can a customer like you casually say that he wants to see it?"

Meng Wanniang said coldly: "You go and tell your shopkeeper, Meng Wanniang of the Lingyun Club, to come and ask to see you." I'm going to see if he sees it or not!"

"Lingyun Club... Meng Wanniang..."

The little girl repeated in a low voice, her face changed suddenly, she raised her hand, quickly covered her mouth, and called out vaguely, "Meng Po?!"

"Why don't you go soon?!" Meng Wanniang shouted, her gaze becoming even colder.

The little girl nodded and ran into the store.

After a while, a bald middle-aged man in a blue coat ran out of the store in a hurry.

He was still five or six steps away from Meng Wanniang, so he stopped, hugged his fists and said, "It turned out to be Boss Meng, it's really a long way to go..."

"Stop talking nonsense. ”

Meng Wanniang directly interrupted him and asked, "What medicinal herbs do you have here that are more than three hundred years old and have the effect of gathering qi and condensing the mind?"

When the bald shopkeeper heard this, his face showed embarrassment, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Without waiting for Meng Wanniang to speak, Wu Qian asked, "But what's the difficulty?"

The bald shopkeeper looked Wu Qian up and down, then looked at Meng Wanniang again, and asked cautiously, "Boss Meng, who is this?"

Meng Wanniang replied: "You can call him Mr. Wu." ”

"Hello, Mr. Wu. ”

The bald shopkeeper didn't ask any more, but looked at Wu Gan and said, "Now don't say it's a three-hundred-year-old medicinal material, even if it's just a hundred years, I can't take it out." ”

"How is this possible?" Meng Wanniang didn't believe what the bald shopkeeper said, and shouted loudly.

The bald shopkeeper didn't dare to make Meng Wanniang angry, so he quickly explained: "Originally, there was, but yesterday, a customer patronized and spent a lot of money to buy all the century-old medicines. Not only our shop, but also the entire medicinal herb market was almost swept away by her. ”

"Who is so generous?" Meng Wanniang asked.

"This..."The bald shopkeeper was a little embarrassed, and seemed reluctant to say more.

"Say it quickly!" Meng Wanniang suddenly took a step forward, startling the bald shopkeeper.

The bald shopkeeper hurriedly took a few steps back, and hurriedly replied: "Say, I said, it's the young lady of the Nangong family." ”

"Nangong Qiqing?" Meng Wanniang asked rhetorically.

The bald shopkeeper nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, Nangong's family Ding Buwang, just such a young lady." ”

"What is she buying so many medicinal herbs for?" Meng Wanniang was puzzled.

The bald shopkeeper whispered: "It is said that it is because the old man Nangong's condition has worsened again... Fear... It's not long before I die..."

Wu Qian had no interest in caring about the life or death of an irrelevant person.

He asked bluntly, "Then do you know that apart from here, where else can we buy the medicinal herbs we want?"

The bald shopkeeper replied without hesitation: "Of course it's an underground auction! There, not to mention a three-hundred-year-old medicine, even if it's a thousand-year-old medicine, it's very likely to appear!"

When Wu Qian heard this, he nodded, then looked at Meng Wanniang again and asked, "Have you ever been to the underground auction?"

Meng Wanniang shook her head and said, "I've heard of it, but I've never been there." ”

"Do you know where it is?" Wu Qian asked again.

Meng Wanniang nodded and said, "I know this." ”

"That's good. ”

Wu Qian immediately made a decision, "Let's go to the underground auction now to try our luck." ”

At this time, the bald shopkeeper reminded: "The next auction will not be held until three days later." ”

When Wu Qian heard this, he nodded, didn't say a word, turned around and left.

If it's no use staying here, why waste time here?

When Meng Wanniang saw Wu Gan leaving, she also quickly opened her legs and followed.

Wu Qian temporarily stayed in the Lingyun Club.

Meng Wanniang specially sent someone to rearrange the room for him.

In three days.

Wu Qian locked himself in his room, stayed at home, saw no one, and only focused on cultivation.

Not long after he had just broken through to the Jindan Realm, his cultivation still needed to be further consolidated.

Every day, Meng Wanniang would personally deliver three meals to the door of Wu Gan's room.

It's just that most of the time, they were rejected by Wu Gan.

Now Wu Qian, even if he doesn't eat for a week, he won't feel hungry.

In this way, three days passed in a hurry.

Three days later.

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, Wu Qian and Meng Wanniang walked out of the Lingyun Club together and got into the same black car.

The driver was still the same young man with earrings.

Like last time, he didn't have any verbal communication with Meng Wanniang during the whole process.

After more than an hour, the car stopped.

Wu Qian and Meng Wanniang got out of the car one after another.

This area is the most prosperous area in the whole of Yanjing.

An octagonal building with various colors of neon lights flashing incessantly stood in front of Wu Gan's eyes.

The lights arranged on the surface of this octagonal building are beautiful, and the whole is like a pagoda that Li Tianwang holds on the palm of his hand all the year round, and the fairy aura is curling around, not like a thing in the world.

Wu Qian is no stranger to this.

He had followed his mother and had been here many times.

It's just that they have always come to shop, and they don't know that in the underground space of this octagonal building, every once in a while, a large underground auction will be held.

At this time, it was already half past eight in the evening.

There is still a full hour left before the underground auction begins.

Meng Wanniang turned her head to look at Wu Gan, who was silent beside her, and asked, "Mr. Wu, shall we go out casually first, or go directly to the auction house?"

"Don't go shopping, go straight to the auction house. Wu Gandao.

Meng Wanniang nodded, took the lead in taking a step, and led the way in front.

The two took the elevator to the third basement floor of the Octagon.

The area of the auction is very large.

Although there are still forty or fifty minutes before the auction officially begins, the entire auction hall is already full of people.