"That's the way it is. Thank you very much. After speaking, the curator bowed humbly.

Some of the guests in front of them didn't believe it, so they insisted on seeing it with their own eyes.

The curator did not stop him, and asked the guards around him to escort the guests to the front and look out of the gate of the big commercial hall. Soon they returned, with a look of trepidation and shock on their faces.

When the people behind saw this, they had to believe it.

But then there was even more uproar. Everyone was whispering about the situation, and some of the guests were crying with their families. The crowd was noisy, and the scene was a little out of control.

"So," the curator had to raise his voice and shout, "we're asking everyone to take shelter in our hole." Please believe that the Dashang Pavilion will be able to protect your safety. ”

"But if they find out there, won't we have no way to escape?!" someone asked in a loud voice.

"Rest assured, our mechanism is so secretive that it won't happen. The curator tried his best to calm everyone's minds, patting his chest and making reassurances.

Soon, the crowd really fell silent. Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, we all know that at this time, they have no better way.

The war is raging outside, and if they dare to show their heads, they will be sent to death. Rather than arguing, it is better to believe in his last resort, after all, the only thing they can do now is pray.

"If you don't have any objections, please come with me. One of the guards next to the curator looked at them and said.

There was no other way, and soon, the silent crowd slowly moved with the guards.

The curator stood to the side and watched them, his eyes full of sadness. He knew in his heart that in this way, the rich connections and high reputation that he had gained from the hundreds of years of operation in the Great Merchant Pavilion would be over.

Fu Yunge and Dongfang Shiming stood behind the curator, watching all this happen, and they also felt extremely sorry and hurt.

The crowd gradually dispersed from the entrance of the auction hall, and several people at the end of the crowd followed. Among them are the elderly.

Ju Lao walked to the curator's side, suddenly stopped, and stopped talking.

The curator looked at him, but he didn't rush to speak.

"I don't think I'm going to follow them. Ju Lao watched the crowd gradually move away before whispering to the curator.

The curator was not surprised. He nodded, sighed, and said, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

“...... This time, the purpose of the Nine Thorough Shadow for the Great Commercial Pavilion is the Golden Wind Peony. And it's in your hands now. The curator looked at the box that the elder was guarding with his heart, and his eyes were complicated.

"I know. So if the thugs know I'm gone, maybe we can defuse the crisis here. "Ju Lao is very conscious.

"Do you want to die?" the curator raised his white eyebrows and looked at the familiar old guy in front of him, "We can't let you die, and we won't allow the Golden Wind Peony to fall into the hands of the bandits." ”

"I didn't say I was going to die. Ju Lao moved his eyes to the two teenagers behind him, and said leisurely:

"Don't you already have a plan, I just need to cooperate with you, right? ”

Fu Yunge and Dongfang Shiming admired the old man's wisdom. It is really worthy of being the pillar of Ju's Winery for many years, although it is benevolent and kind, it does not prevent it from being a shrewd old Jianghu.

The curator touched his beard, laughed, and patted Ju Lao's shoulder with his other hand: "Old friend, you're right." This kid will protect you back at Pima Village. ”

As he spoke, he turned sideways and pointed at Fu Yunge.

It turns out that they have already discussed it. With Fu Yunge's strength, it was not a big problem to escort Ju Lao out of the fight outside. Dongfang Shiming went to the cave with the curator to protect the personal safety of other guests.

If the Dashang Pavilion really resolves the crisis because of the departure of Jinfeng Peony, Dongfang Shiming will also rush to Pimazhuang to help.

Ju Lao looked at Fu Yunge seriously, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Okay." Young heroes, the old man's life will be in your hands. ”

Fu Yunge saw that this old man was still in the mood to laugh at this time, and he was also very admired. He nodded solemnly and asked Ju Lao to take a step forward with him.

The curator shook hands with the elders to say goodbye. He silently looked at the back of the two leaving, and after a while, he looked at Dongfang Shiming again:

"In that case, then you and I should go. ”

Dongfang Shiming nodded.

Their caves weren't as safe as they were supposed to be, and the curator lied to appease the crowd. If something happens, they can only sit back and wait.

In this case, everyone must have the consciousness of being with them to the end.

Dongfang Shiming strode in the direction of the cave with the curator, and the silver fan in his sleeve flickered with a ripple-like light.

Outside the museum, the fight is still stalemate. There were quite a few big men who moved to the main street, as well as the help of Poinsettia Plum just now, so the situation that had collapsed before was slightly rebalanced.

The guards are loyal, each of them shows their housekeeping skills, and fights with the big men to the death. Swords and swords are raining down, and it can be said that it is not easy to break through from here.

Seeing this, Fu Yunge couldn't help but say that he picked up the old man.

He pulled out his sword, and thought about the "Thirteen Secrets of Clouds" he had studied several times in the past few days, and his confidence was even stronger.

In an instant, he saw the gap in a crowd, and suddenly broke through the gap along the blade, and the sword in his hand swung at the same time, blocking the villain who wanted to block the way or hurt the old man at any time.

Where had Ju Lao seen such a battle, he closed his eyes tightly, and he was still desperately protecting the precious brocade box in his arms. The sound of wind and swords in his ears was innumerable, and he only felt that the humid heat wave in the air was gradually thinning out between the bumps.

It turned out that in just a few moments, Fu Yunge lived up to expectations and had already rushed to the periphery of the crowd!

His original martial arts are good, and with the guidance of "Yun Ji Thirteen Shu", his martial arts are even more proficient. At this time, facing these big men with strong bodies and mediocre martial arts, he naturally had a full grasp.

Swinging away from the last sword, Fu Yunge kept running with Ju Lao Xiao on his back for a while.

It wasn't until he was sure that he was some distance away from the crowd and that he was not far from the river, that he turned around and shouted with all his strength:

"The Golden Wind Peony is here!!"

With a high shout, the response is indeed not small. Countless big men who were still fighting suddenly turned their heads and stared at Fu Yunge with wide eyes, as if they had found an incredible prey, and they all looked extremely excited.

Seeing this, Fu Yunge immediately turned around and ran.

Immediately, dozens of big men behind him followed closely like crazy. Running and chasing, the crowd rushed to the auxiliary berth by the river.

The sky was getting dark, and the misty sky seemed like chaos. The clouds of black ink had been precipitating rain for a long time, and they had been hesitating to fall. Only the wind was howling, and the sky was full of smoke.

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