After bidding farewell to Bai Fu, Gongliang immediately rushed to the Pearl Pavilion with a silver ticket, and at this time, there was a tense auction going on in the Pearl Pavilion.

"An ancient bronze sword, cast in ancient methods, sharpened iron like clay, the starting price is 10,000 taels, and the price increase shall not be less than 1,000 taels each time." The voice of the host on the stage was a middle-aged man in an ink-colored robe.

Rong Xiang said worriedly: "This is already the penultimate one, and the next one is the "Eight Formations of the Art of War after the Wind". Girl, did you say King Ning, can he get the remaining 8,000 taels? ”

"It should work." Having said that, Ye Xuemei was still a little apprehensive in her heart.

The auction of the ancient bronze sword was in full swing, but after a while, it had already called for 20,000 taels, and it continued to rise, and finally sold at a price of 27,000 taels.

After a moment of rest, the middle-aged man held a brocade box, and when he opened it, there was a thin book inside, and on the cover was the book: Eight Formations of War after the Wind.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the treasure of today's finale is this "Eight Formations of War Map after the Wind".

A guest sitting on Ye Xuemei's right said disapprehantly: "It's just a book, what kind of treasure is it?" ”

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Your guests don't know, this book "Eight Formations of the Art of War after the Wind" is the Yellow Emperor and his general Fenghou researched and created, the Yellow Emperor is using the formation recorded in this book, Zhuolu in the north Qing, Chiyou in the south, the bottom of the country, and finally unify the Central Plains. There are a total of nine drawings in this book, one is the positive picture of eight formations, and the other eight are eight formations, as long as you understand these nine formations, you can attack all on the battlefield and be invincible. ”

His words aroused the interest of many people, "Is this art of war map really so magical?" ”

The corners of the middle-aged man's lips curled slightly, "When did my Pearl Pavilion auction the goods that were not on the board?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was speechless. Seeing that they were no longer speech, the host coughed lightly, and continued: "However, the "Eight Formations of the Art of War after the Wind" has been circulated for thousands of years, and it has been disassembled into two copies, and the auction today is one of them. ”

As soon as he heard this, someone in the audience said: "In this way, if you can't find another book, isn't it useless?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's okay for you to say so, but this book is a collection of the wisdom of our ancestors, even if we only get half a copy, it is enough to benefit us a lot." After closing the brocade box, he continued: "The price of the Eight Formations of War after the Wind starts at 18,000 taels, and the auction begins!" ”

Everyone below was in an uproar, although they all knew that the finale treasure of the Pearl Pavilion would not be cheap, but the starting price of 18,000 taels still surprised them. In the past, the most expensive one, the starting price was only 15,000 taels.

Is "The Art of War of the Eight Formations of the Wind Queen" really so magical?

Despite their skepticism, it did not prevent them from bidding, and at least half of those present had a blind trust in Pearl Pavilion.

The price soon reached 22,000 taels, and it was Ye Xuemei who quoted this price. Her fingers were tightly twisted, and she didn't know that the knuckles were twisted white. This is already the highest price she can shout, and I hope no one will increase the price again, otherwise......

However, the heavens did not do what she wanted, and in just a moment, a clear male voice came from the left, "Twenty-three thousand taels!" ”

Ye Xuemei's face turned pale, Rong Xiang was even more anxious and sweaty, and she couldn't help but look at the entrance, "If King Ning doesn't send silver again, this art of war map will be taken away by others!" ”

"Is there anyone who bids more than twenty-three thousand taels?"

"Can't you really keep shouting?" The prisoner asked Han Jin, his face was very ugly.

Han Jin said helplessly: "No, otherwise not only will you lose your auction qualifications, but you won't even be able to get back the silver tickets that were handed over to them for safekeeping." ”

As they spoke, they called two more rounds, and by this time it had reached twenty-seven thousand taels, and the highest bidder was still the guest at table eight.

After the middle-aged man standing on the stage shouted twice, he said with a smile: "If no one bids higher than 27,000 taels, then this art of war map will belong to the guests at table eight." ”

Just when the middle-aged man picked up the small hammer and was about to knock it down, a Pearl Pavilion maid quickly came to Ye Xuemei's side, whispered in her ear, her eyes lit up, and shouted before the little hammer fell: "Twenty-eight thousand taels!" ”

The prisoner was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses, "Girl, but the prince has arrived?" ”

Ye Xuemei nodded with a smile and said, "The one sent by King Ning is thirty thousand taels, plus what we had before, a total of fifty-five thousand taels!" ”

When the prisoner heard this, he was full of doubts, "I have followed the prince for so many years, why don't I know that he has so much money?" ”

"Lord Wang......" Ye Xuemei frowned slightly, and said gloomily: "It should be that all the contracts of the manor and fields have been mortgaged." The prince knew the importance of this thing, so he made a plan to break the cauldron and sink the boat, and the art of war was ...... It must not be left into the wrong hands. As he spoke, he glanced at the position of table eight out of the corner of his eye, and there was a faint worry in his eyes.

The prisoner noticed her gaze and said coldly: "Don't worry, girl, except for us, no one wants to take the Art of War map away from the Pearl Pavilion!" "No one wants to touch what the public says is going to be. No matter how strong the Pearl Pavilion is, it can't be stronger than the entire Dark Night Camp.

Everyone present has given up the competition, only Ye Xuemei and the guests at table No. 8 have been arguing, and in the end, the guests at table No. 8 have asked for 60,000 taels.

As soon as this price came out, everyone was shocked, and everyone looked in the direction of table eight, secretly guessing who the guest was, and actually took 60,000 taels to shoot a book with only a few pages. This kind of handwriting, let alone an ordinary rich family, even if it is a wealthy family, it is difficult to do it.

After the final result came out, Rong Xiang said unwillingly: "Girl, just watch him take it away?" ”

A cold light flickered in the prisoner's eyes, and he leaned over Ye Xuemei's ear and said, "When he leaves the Pearl Pavilion, I will go and snatch the Art of War map." ”

Ye Xuemei hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't hurt people." She knew it was immoral, but for the sake of the big picture, she had to do it.

"Yes." After the prisoner agreed, the man sitting at table eight got up and took the brocade box containing the book of the art of war from the hand of the attendant of the Pearl Pavilion. When he turned around, he found that it was a young man about twenty years old, with exquisite facial features, even a few points more beautiful than a woman. His eyes are like high-quality black glass, looking forward to shining but bottomless.

Just when Ye Xuemei looked at him, he also looked over here, his eyes were facing each other, and a shallow smile was enveloped on his handsome face, and after handing over the brocade box to the family, he walked over and said, "This must be the girl who has been bidding with you for a long time just now." The girl's courage is admired by Zaixia. ”

Ye Xuemei owed, and through the white veil covering her face, she lowered her eyes and said: "No matter how bold you are, you still lose to your son after all." ”