The black-robed man tied his hair with a long rope, and when he saw someone asking, he turned his head slightly, and his face was faintly visible. His right hand rested casually on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and it was a golden scimitar, with a terrible arc and an extremely strange arc.

"Huangquandu, Huangquandu, from this, don't ask the source. This rule, the captain will not be unaware. ”

The captain consciously lost his words and said no more.

The bamboo raft gradually approached the dark stone steps on the shore, and from this view the long street was faintly visible. The black-robed man jumped slightly, and as soon as the tiger's head grabbed the golden boot landed, a golden treasure was thrown backwards, and the captain took it, overjoyed.

"Go buy a good pot."

The road was slippery, and black moss could be seen, but the man walked on it as if he were walking on the ground, and he was comfortable. Further on, the color of the ground changes sharply, the long street can not see the end at a glance, all kinds of stalls, inns, restaurants are very lively, and the ground is no different.

Of course, murder and trading, skin and meat business, rare elixirs...... Here, it is still common. Every day, there are people here who get rich overnight and become famous, but more often than not, high-rise buildings are collapsed, ruined, mixed in the city, disappeared into ditches, rotten mud, and fell at the feet of pedestrians.

Located underneath the border between Northern Yan and West Vietnam, the long street is nameless, but it attracts countless people here every day, and almost everything you want can be found here. The so-called world is full of all kinds of beings, all of which appear in this ten-mile long street.

The black-robed man gradually smiled, stretched out his hand and put a pure white mask on his face, and the smile disappeared into it, leaving only a blank space.

Bafang Building, originally intended to welcome visitors from all over the world, but because of the many things inside and all-encompassing, people jokingly called Bafang to wealth, although the business they do is indeed a profiteering business.

A masked stranger weaves through the building, smiling or standing, and the black-robed man walks through the passers-by and makes a beeline for the inconspicuous passageway.

A hand blocked his way.

"Guest officer, do you have a famous post?"

"I didn't come for a month, so I didn't recognize me, it seems that the memory of Bafang Lou is really bad." The black-robed man chuckled.

The little guy wearing the fox mask was suspicious, and suddenly saw the golden knife in the man's hand, bent like a moon hook.

"It turned out to be Lord Dragon!" The little guy was shocked, "Forgive Xiaosheng for being clumsy just now, and please come in." ”

Whether it is a prince or nobleman or a pawn of a peddler, as long as it is an individual, almost everyone can meet here. The so-called comes from this, and this is the meaning of Mo Wen's source, but there is one place that is extremely special, that is, the "hunting ground" downstairs in Bafang.

The so-called "hunting ground" is just what the regulars call it, and it is generally just an auction house. However, Long Street is underground, and this "hunting ground" is underground in the underground, and it is no wonder that there are even blood splatters in the fight for a certain treasure here.

Long Mengxun sat back in his position on the second floor, surrounded by carved gold and incense, even if he didn't come for more than a month, there was not the slightest dust on the table. From where he was, there was an open flat ground downstairs, with a hoof-shaped platform arched from the northeast corner, surrounded by guest seats, and it was a good position to sit and watch the southwest king.

A wooden inlaid silk lamp was hung overhead, Long Mengxun looked up slightly, the white silk cloth was reflected in the warm yellow of the lamp, and the embroidered swimming fish on it was clearly visible.

Plates of small and delicate refreshments were placed on the table, and the female servant who poured the tea was dressed in an intricately embroidered sword skirt, with long hair and high curls, and a neat and tidy pavilion. After withdrawing, the maid beside her, who was dressed in the same costume as her, duly held a flower book, and there was a warm wet cloth on the wooden tray next to him, which was to wipe his hands.

Long Mengxun wiped his hands, unfolded the flower album, and the female servants quietly retreated, from beginning to end, they didn't say a word, they just did what they had to do, this is the attitude of Bafanglou.

The front of the album was full of treasures that needed to be auctioned today, and he just hurriedly swept through them and turned to the last page.

It was a book, with a yellowed cover and peeling stitches, and three simple words were written on it: Qingdi Lu.

He smiled, and that was the purpose of his trip.

Not only him, but more people gradually gathered downstairs, and the momentum was greater than ever. It can be seen that someone must have revealed the news before the auction.

A few crisp brass bells rang, but the sound echoed in the room a hundred times, and in an instant, the noisy people downstairs fell silent.

The thirty-six exhibition windows of the box on the second floor were opened at the same time, and the people sitting inside were all luxurious costumes, and Long Mengxun was slightly plain in it. He leaned back on the Taishi's chair, the meniscus golden knife in his hand hovered, and when he saw the box opposite, he sighed softly.

The exhibition window was opened so that the guests on the second floor could see the treasures on the table more clearly. However, although the window of the box opposite him was opened, a thick embroidered curtain was drawn inside.

It's weird and weird.

After Xu Xi saw the direction of the entire underground, she pulled the brim of her hat again, and she was wearing a black hooded cloak, and most of her face was almost covered inside.

After listening to Zhao's description, she managed to come to this place. A few months ago, those black clothes had found someone to deliver the goods once, and the shopkeeper Zhao accepted their things in order to make a little more money. I thought it was just a box containing a jade bracelet, but the person who received the goods didn't recognize it. It wasn't until something happened later that Shopkeeper Zhao knew that what they wanted to give was not the bracelet, but the pages in the mezzanine of the box.

The man in black was sure that the shopkeeper Zhao was the sect member who opposed him, but when they arrived, the shopkeeper had already taken Zhao Yan'er to the edge of Huaishui, and it could be regarded as a mistake to escape the catastrophe.

It's just that I finally found the door.

The people around him were all dressed in black cloaks, and Xu Xi was not eye-catching in them. If it goes well, she wants to help the shopkeeper bring back Zhao Yan'er, after all, after so many years, it is one of the few peaceful times she has ever spent, and she doesn't want to bring regrets to this father and son.

The light in front of him gradually dimmed, and finally they all gathered on the platform, and the female servants in sword skirts surrounded the high platform in the northeast corner. After all, for the sake of these treasures, there are not a few people who rush into the booth without permission. I think their skills won't be too bad.

Those rare and famous utensils and jewels walked in front of her eyes one by one like a marquee, the phoenix crown of the previous dynasty, the sword of the general, and the jade talisman of the ancient dynasty...... Any thing that has been passed down to the world is an enviable rarity, and three of them were sold in one go. Everyone is not uncommon to see this, and they raise their cards in an orderly manner to bid for the treasures they like.

For a while, the bidding sound came and went, and almost half of the people in the audience raised their cards, even Long Mengxun raised the general's sword once, but there were still some people who had no waves from beginning to end, waiting quietly, Xu Xi was one of them.

Of course, there is also the upstairs box with embroidered curtains.

The auction treasures had new owners, and the fierce atmosphere subsided slightly, until the yellowed scroll was brought to the table, and the crowd fell into a frenzy again.

It's "Qingdi Lu".

Xu Xi stood up suddenly, "Sure enough, it's here!" ”

"Everyone, don't be impatient." The men on the stage were dressed in intricately embroidered robes, almost identical to those worn by the female servants. Those fancy robes were worn on him, but they did not show any femininity, but they made people look very good.

"As you can see, this is the handwriting of the famous Langya King of the previous dynasty, and it is said that Xi Zhi has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and it is also the top grade that you have been privately investing for a long time."

He pushed up the book, and the conversation suddenly changed, "But you can see clearly, this is a fragment, and what we hold in Bafanglou is the Xiangxing scroll in it." ”

As soon as I heard that it was a fragment and an extremely obscure Xiangxing chapter, the heat of the crowd subsided by half. Xu Xi is not, she is destined to win this book. There are rules in the Bafang Building, and the treasures on display at the end are given by the owner himself.

Those people in black are the people here, if she can see above, she is completely sure that the Zhao family father and son will be reunited.

"Do you still have questions?"

The voices in the audience gradually lowered.

"That's good," the man pulled the bell rope, "One hundred taels of shooting, who will spend this "Qingdi Lu", we will wait and see." ”

As the brass bell rang, those who came for this reason raised their wooden signs, and the sound of bidding was endless for a while.

One hundred taels, one hundred and fifty taels, two hundred taels, three hundred gold, the price is rising.

Long Mengxun originally wanted to increase the price, until he heard the price of five hundred gold, and everyone inhaled, five hundred gold, I am afraid that I can buy a royal mansion in Jianyuan City. He didn't bring so much money, so he simply threw the sign on the table, leaned his feet up, pillowed his hands, and laughed at the dispute.

Besides, the people in the pavilion opposite haven't spoken yet?

Xu Xi was still leaning on the seat, she had no money, but she had the confidence to win it in one fell swoop.

Until the embroidery curtain closed on the second floor, a clear young man's voice came out.

"Our master said that if anyone asks for a price, we will pay double."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Long Mengxun raised his eyebrows, thinking about what a big breath.

Unexpectedly, the black-robed woman downstairs suddenly got up, and her brimmed hat fell, revealing a pair of flying eyebrows.

"I am willing to exchange the fragment of "Zhu Yanglu" in my hand for this fragment."

The smile of the man on the stage froze.

"Zhu Yanglu" is actually not called Zhu Yanglu, it is originally a separate volume of Zhu Yang in "Qingdi Lu". Zhu Yang ascends to nine photos, and all things are born in purple springs. With this volume, the emperor's anger was suddenly born. Even today, whether it is the Wen Dynasty of the Northern Yan, the Li family of the Southern Jin Dynasty, or the Emperor of the Zhou Family of Donghua, all of them have contempt for this statement. Joke, can you take a book and overturn these countries? What's more, the author of "Qingdi Lu", King Langya, was regent, and in the end, he was not overthrown by the new monarch in one fell swoop, and ended up in a different place.

Although the royal family is quite disdainful of this, they can't stop those who have different hearts from coveting this treasure scroll, after all, this book is just a few yellow papers in the eyes of some people, and in the hands of those who are truly wise, it will indeed play its due value.

Xu Xi held up the yellowed ancient pages, and for a moment the stage and the audience were almost silent, she raised her head and looked at the closed embroidered curtain on the second floor defiantly, "I don't know if the one upstairs can afford it?" ”

Upstairs there was silence for a moment, and the young man's voice with a little childish voice sounded again, "My master said that he produced two fragments of the "Qingdi Lu", which are the Vanmu Scroll and the Dangguo Scroll. ”

Everyone was shocked.