Chapter 212: Master of Witchcraft
"That's right, that's what I said. Moreover, I have to say that this bronze tripod is the medicine tripod, and it is also the witch medicine tripod! Qianqiu was first sure, and then suddenly there was a peak.
He turned around this time, it was like slapping himself in the mouth, which was too unexpected by others, and completely confused the auctioneer and the guests in the audience.
Why did you just deny it, but now it's immediately confirmed.
After Pang Shiyuan heard this, he was thoughtful, because he thought of a possibility.
So he set his sights on the audience and began to look for it.
At this time, the guests in the audience were anxiously waiting for Qianqiu to uncover the mystery. They unconsciously straightened their bodies and listened to Qianqiu to uncover the mystery.
In this group of people with a good attitude, an old man with a slightly shrunken body and a little flickering eyes looked a little abrupt.
The old man's somewhat cowering posture made Pang Shiyuan easily feel the uneasiness in his heart, and it also seemed to confirm what he thought in his heart.
But because of the old man's cringeful posture, Pang Shiyuan had some doubts about his own guesses.
He just suspected that someone had used a bronze tripod to make this witch medicine tripod witch weapon, and then took it to the auction house to pretend to be the ancestral treasure of the thousand-year-old family in Xiangxi for auction.
And the person who can make a witchcraft must also be a dreamer of witchcraft.
But the problem is that the old man cowered, and he really didn't look like a dreamer.
Among the dreamers Pang Shiyuan had seen before, the most shameless was Zang Chumei, who was robbed by them in Xiangxi. At that time, in order to survive, Zang Chumei was really low and small, and he was playing tricks. Don't care about anything.
But that's just to survive, the usual Zang Chumei. It can still make people feel the confidence and bearing of a dreamer.
As for the other dreamers, that's not to mention. All of them are extraordinary.
But these are not at all in this old man's body.
Pang Shiyuan couldn't help but think: "Isn't this bronze tripod his?" Or is he just the one who handles it? ”
Pang Shiyuan, who was staring at the old man, was suspicious, and the old man turned his gaze consciously.
After turning around, the old man saw Pang Shiyuan staring at him, and his heart was shocked. Pang Shiyuan's name, although the old man is blind, he also understands something.
The old man's body writhed involuntarily, looking restless.
At this time. Qianqiu is revealing the truth about the bronze tripod: "The predecessor of this bronze tripod should be a medicine tripod." Later, it should be recently, someone made this medicine tripod into a witch medicine tripod. Although it is said that this newly made witch medicine tripod is inferior to the ancestral medicine tripod of those wizard families in Xiangxi, it is also a rare witch weapon. The effect of using it to make medicine is also quite good. ”
"I see!"
"I see!"
"That's a great thing, too!"
“……”
Everyone in the auction hall finally knew the truth and sighed.
It's been four months since the Dream World and the Dream Giver appeared. Four months. Enough for people to go through the process from strange to familiar.
And after getting acquainted with it, people naturally have an incomparable yearning for the dreamer. It is this yearning that makes people very enthusiastic about the qiē related to the dreamer.
Now, the hot situation in the auction hall is a reflection of this enthusiasm.
The auction officially began. Everyone quoted one after another, and at the beginning it entered the stage of white-knuckle battle with bayonets, and the price continued to rise.
Soon. The price of bronze tripod has reached the 100 million yuan mark.
Pang Shiyuan didn't mean to make an offer, he just watched it with relish. Part of the attention was left on the old man.
Listening to the higher and higher offers, a smile began to creep up the old man's face. The forehead that was already full of wrinkles. It has further become a deep ravine.
It's just that this ravine no longer gives people a sense of bitterness, but makes people feel deeply satisfied and proud. At this moment, the cringe and uneasiness on the old man's body have completely disappeared.
Looking at such a satisfied and proud old man, Pang Shiyuan was already sure that this witch medicine tripod was made by this seemingly ordinary, but in fact extraordinary ability.
Only the makers of the witch medicine tripod can have such a great sense of satisfaction and pride.
Pang Shiyuan already knew from Qianqiu how difficult it was to make such a witch medicine tripod. Anyway, Qianqiu himself admits that he can't make it.
And the level of the Qianqiu Witch Weapon is already good among the dreamers. can be compared with the old man, it is still a small thing.
Qianqiu can only use heavenly treasures (such as thousand-year-old zombie bones) to make powerful witch weapons, but the old man can already use ordinary bronze tripods to make witch medicine tripods.
That's the gap, the big one.
Pang Shiyuan had already decided that after the auction, he and Qianqiu would visit this master of witchcraft making.
If you can hire the old man to take up a position in the Daishan Martial Arts Gym, it will be the best result.
In that way, not only does the Daishan Martial Arts Hall have a wizard master, but Qianqiu should also be able to get guidance from the old man.
At the second level, if the old man is really unwilling to go to the Daishan Martial Arts Hall, then he has to find a way to get the old man to agree to teach Qianqiu to make witchcraft.
It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish.
Again, the old man is neither willing to go to the Daishan Martial Arts Hall nor to teach Qianqiu, so he must also reach a cooperation intention.
can cooperate with the old man, and the Daishan Martial Arts Hall will not lack witchcraft in the future.
There are many people practicing witchcraft in the Daishan Martial Arts Hall now, and the problem of witchcraft has become a very urgent problem, but it has not been able to find a solution.
Qianqiu's use of thousand-year-old zombie bones to make zuò is good, but the number is too small, not enough for a few dreamers.
And the thousand-year-old zombie bones are too precious, and there are not many left.
After being the owner of the martial arts hall for a few months, and becoming a veteran of martial arts, Pang Shiyuan's perspective on thinking about problems is changing little by little.
If it had been before, he had met a master of witchcraft like the old man, and he would not have done anything more than to show his admiration and make a familiar face.
"What does it have to do with me whether others are good or not?" He would have thought so.
But now, he was thinking about what benefits the old man could bring to the Daishan Martial Arts Pavilion, and how he could maximize the benefits.
This may be the change in status.
What kind of position, what kind of position and thinking will there be.
If you want to say that this change is good or bad, Pang Shiyuan thinks that it is not bad!
Since it's not bad, let it be.
As long as this change does not affect his pursuit of the way of martial arts and the pursuit of stronger beliefs, then let it go. (To be continued......)