Just when Long Zaiyuan was selecting treasures and making various calculations in his heart, Meng Xiaoshan, who was sent out by Meng Siao to do errands, finally came back breathless.

"So, this big shopkeeper of Longyuan Pavilion is not only likely to be related to Dragon Slaying Pavilion, but it is more likely that the Tuoba family has planted a nail in the Jingshi to monitor my Protector Mansion?" Listening to Meng Xiaoshan's panting report, Meng Siao's face, the sleepiness he had just woken up with had already been swept away, and he turned to an expression of great interest.

“...... That Heavenly Martial Pavilion Lord...... That's what the Pavilion Master told me...... But...... But he wasn't sure it was......" Meng Xiaoshan gasped and responded, "At least, after Tianwu Pavilion settled in Jingshi, this great treasurer of Longyuan Pavilion ...... The big shopkeeper didn't do anything...... What an unusual move to ......"

"Didn't you make any unusual moves?" Meng Siao smiled and pointed to the noisy voice outside the window, "Isn't this just a move-interesting, this dragon Zaiyuan still has these two identities, maybe the person who assassinated 'me' that day will have something to do with him." ”

Meng Xiaoshan was stunned when he heard this: "Young Master, there is still someone in this Jingshi who dares to assassinate you? Which bastard is it, it's just boring!"

"Hehe, not necessarily. Meng Siao smiled and stretched, stood up, walked to the window, looked at the bustling crowd below, and said directly to the several Longyuan Pavilion deacons who were making final preparations on the auction table, "I said, don't waste the time of this marquis, since all the people who should come and those who shouldn't come have arrived, this auction can also start!"

"Five less!"

"Five less!"

"it, five young people, you are here, and say hello to your brothers!"

"I said, Wushao, why are you going these days? I can't see a single figure!"

Hearing his voice, the crowd poked their heads out of their respective boxes.

"Meng Siao, you really have to intervene in everything!" In the VIP box reserved by the Xingguo Mansion, Qian Jiarui's voice couldn't tell what it was, and it also rang out closely, "But in this auction, everyone has their own financial resources, if you use power to suppress people, it won't be interesting." ”

Before he finished speaking, He Song's voice rang out from the box reserved by them and his family: "The battle is overwhelming your sister! Do you think your Qian family is really rich and invincible!"

"Hmph! I didn't say that. Qian Jiarui snorted and said, "It's just that I heard that the great Confucian from the 'Holy Pavilion' is also here, but I don't want to cause infighting here, and let people see my joke of leaving the noble in vain." ”

"Yes, isn't your Qian Jiarui always more arrogant than your younger brother Qian Baliang, and you can actually say such a thing?" Zhuge Fei said in surprise, "It shouldn't be an impostor who is secretly disguised by others!"

Qian Jiarui was suddenly angry, and wanted to scold back, but when he thought that these people now had titles, this breath was immediately held in his throat.

With his understanding of this group of gentlemen, as long as he dares to scold back now, these people will dare to come and smash him on the spot on the charge of "slandering the officials of the imperial court". If Meng Siao wasn't there, he might not be afraid of these people, but as long as he thought of Meng Wushao's appearance on the night of the spring hunt, he had to admit it temporarily.

As long as you look at Shentu Yingjie and the others, they are silent one by one at this time, and they know that these noble sons and daughters of Da Li, at least on the surface, no longer dare to touch the moldy head of the vote led by Meng Siao.

"That's kind of interesting!" In a VIP box on the third floor, closest to the east, the Confucian in Tsing Yi, who had met Meng Siao once in the corridor before, showed a meaningful smile on his face, "It seems that this trip to the Great Departure is not as easy as I imagined——"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the scholar beside him and asked, "How many spirit stones did you bring out this time?"

The scholar, who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old and younger than Meng Siao, actually had the cultivation of the God Refining Realm, and when he heard this Confucian in Tsing Yi ask, he immediately separated a wisp of spiritual sense, and probed into the Na Ling Ring he was wearing, and after a little investigation, he responded: "Counting the Zhou family's share, there are a total of 71,569 lower grade spirit stones. ”

After a pause, he seemed to have guessed the young Confucius's intentions, and asked with a smile: "Sir, do you want to have a good time with this gentleman of Da Li?"

"Whether I'm interested in playing with them or not depends on whether this Longyuan Pavilion can get into my eyes if the things that this Longyuan Pavilion will bring up for auction later. The Confucian in Tsing Yi smiled faintly, "But if I make a move, I'm afraid these people won't have anything to sing." ”

The scholar grinned and said with a smile: "Don't say that it is 70,000 low-grade spirit stones, even if you cut off a zero and turn it into 7,000 pieces, it is not something that these gentlemen can take out! ”

"Muzhi, you must understand that if I fight with them, it will not be this auction that I am fighting for. The eyes of the Confucian in Tsing Yi first swept around the VIP box on the entire third floor, and then swept over the box on the second floor, then retracted, turned around and walked over and sat down, "At that time, they will even join forces to snipe me—do you know why?"

The scholar thought for a while, nodded and said, "I understand, if Mr. is gone, then this auction will not buy the treasures that are taken out for auction, but the momentum between us and Da Li." ”

The Confucian in Tsing Yi glanced at him approvingly, and said happily: "Yes, if you can think of this, you have already entered the door." ”

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "What does Mr. mean, apart from the momentum, there are other things that I haven't seen?"

The Confucian in Tsing Yi smiled, stretched out a finger, and pointed at the Na Ling ring he was wearing on his right hand: "Sue me, what's in it?"

"There are spirit stones, elixirs, talismans, magic weapons and some miscellaneous items to be used in daily life—and the four treasures of the high-quality study!" replied the scholar without thinking, and then scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "However, I still don't understand. ”

The Confucian in Tsing Yi said with a smile: "That nearly seventy-two thousand low-grade spirit stones. ”

"Inferior spirit stones-" The scholar frowned and pondered for a while before he finally suddenly realized, "I understand, if these spirit stones are not revealed, they are just the wealth of Mr., but once they are made public, it will be a deterrent to these nobles of Da Li!"

"Exactly. The Confucian man in Tsing Yi nodded, "If I enter, it will be equivalent to fighting with Da Li for the 'momentum' of both of us." This 'potential' is not only momentum, but also wealth! More than 70,000 low-grade spirit stones are enough to make His Majesty, the emperor of Dali, want to understand a lot of things. ”