Today, Li Qing moved his stall from the street to the street.

"Yo, little brother Qing, why did you get to the street today? This man comes and goes, can you sell that book? ”

On the side is an old man selling donkey meat in sauce, with a dusty cloth coat that exudes the unique fishy smell of donkeys and horses. At this time, he was standing behind his donkey meat stall and greeted Li Qing with a smile.

Li Qing said with a smile while setting up the stall: "Isn't this the recent bustle, there is no business in the small street, so let's put it out and have a look." Old man Dong, I'm selling serious books, don't talk nonsense, it's not good for everyone to know about it...... By the way, Lao Dong, do you want to buy a copy too? ”

"I recommend you this is a good story, the story of Uncle Dong ......"

Li Qing pushed a book.

Lao Dong subconsciously caught it, hurriedly pushed it back, and refused: "Don't don't, I'm very busy, old man, don't hurt me!" I'm half buried in the ground, and if people and children know that I bought your book, it's really shameless! ”

"Okay." Li Qing looked pity. Thinking about the scene that Lao Dong said, it is indeed easy for people to die socially.

"Lao Dong, chop me half a catty of donkey meat, eat it now, remember to give me more sauce!"

At this time, Lao Dong's booth came to the guest, and he immediately smiled and got busy.

Li Qing set up the stall, moved out his beloved little Maza, and sat down casually. From his position, he can just see the huge archway of Jingling Pavilion, where people come and go.

I don't know if it's because of the Thousand Clouds Blessed Land, or if the sun in the Endless Realm is already very vicious.

At the end of the day, Li Qing was sweating profusely.

When you pinch your clothes, you can deduct the water.

In the past few days, the Fang Market of Jingling Pavilion has been crowded, at least three or five percent more than in the past.

Lao Dong's business was so good that it exploded, and it was just near noon, and he had already sold out of donkey meat and left.

Compared with Lao Dong's busyness, Li Qing's booth is rarely cared for.

On the surface, he sighed.

But he counted silently in his heart.

Within a day.

Chen Ming, the chief shopkeeper of Jingling Pavilion, has a total of seven in and seven out, and he is very busy.

Each time, he was accompanied by three or five guards and servants.

On two occasions, Li Qing also met the book-buying man yesterday, his name was He Song.

As for the pavilion master of Jingling Pavilion, 'Ruan Lingjing', it is said to be very mysterious, and few people in the entire Jingxiao City have seen him.

Stayed up until sunset.

Li Qing easily closed the stall, rode his beloved little turtle, and walked leisurely to Qinghe Village.

……

The Thousand Clouds Calendar is 13,200 years.

The first day of December.

Appropriate: Go out to practice, alchemy, and refine.

Don't: double repair, digging graves.

Early morning.

Li Qing pressed the yellow calendar, and added a stroke after the word alchemy.

Leave two small words 'Treasure Hunting'.

After thinking about it, I added two words after the excavation - 'auction'.

Today, the day of the auction has finally arrived.

Li Qing rarely got up early in the morning.

Pushing the door to see, the wood moved earlier.

Hot porridge dishes are placed on the table.

After breakfast, the two rarely did not quarrel.

Nodding to each other, Li Qing rode a big turtle and set off with his bags to set up a stall.

Mu Yihua looked at his back, revealing a complicated expression.

A country path between Jingxiao City and Qinghe Village.

Ruan Lingjing, Chen Ming, He Song...... The Seven Monsters of Yanshan, the Bloody Sword Scythe Cheng Feng, and the Ghost Knife Outcast Helian Qi ......"

Li Qing silently read the names one by one.

Soon after.

Jinglingge Fang City.

The crowds are surging and the hustle and bustle is endless.

At noon, the auction begins to heat up.

First of all, the mundane things of the world.

All kinds of famous calligraphy and paintings, antiques, and gold ornaments emerged in an endless stream, and the gentry and wealthy businessmen from all walks of life competed for their heads. It must be known that most of the objects here are handed down by the monks of the high sect, and each one is marked with the source and value.

If you miss a hand, the descendants of the family will be able to mix with incense when they enter the sect in the future.

Sunset in the west.

The waning moon rises in the east.

One by one, the maids and servants served delicious pastries and tea, and the auction was suspended.

A wave of people poured out of the gate of Jingling Pavilion. The next lots are all yuan stones, pills and other cultivation objects. Their financial resources are not enough to participate in the auction, so it's better not to be bored.

At the corner of the small street not far from Jingling Pavilion, Lao Dong's stall was extremely popular, and many people patronized Li Qing's bookstall, and even a rare Kaizi bought a Vientiane jar and made a net profit of twenty taels of silver.

Antique quiet room.

Chen Ming was dressed in a gorgeous suit, his face was white, and he had a short beard under his chin.

The hot tea mist on the table drifted away.

Dada-da

Fingertips tapped on the table, making four crisp sounds, Chen Ming groaned slightly, and said to the figure standing respectfully in front of him: "This event, the most important thing, the defense must be arranged, and there must be no mistakes!" ”

"Yes!" A few bowed.

"Go ahead."

He Song and the other escort leaders nodded in response, exited the quiet room, and dispersed their respective duty areas.

Walking to a no-man's land, He Song looked around sneaky, took out a book in his arms, and flipped through a few pages with relish.

A note tucked into a book fluttered down as he flipped it.

Two fingers, suddenly holding a note in the air.

Rub your fingertips lightly.

The strips of paper are scattered into a silky powder.

"Good book, good plot!" He Song smiled and smiled, which was meaningful.

Small street entrance.

"Objective, next time I will give you a discount, buy three get one free!"

Li Qing shouted at the back of a businessman wearing a red hat, smiling.

In the hustle and bustle of the street, the red hat merchant didn't seem to hear it, and went to Jingling Pavilion and handed over the post.

The guard at the door took it and let him go immediately.

Three miles away on Changyang Street, the red-clothed swordsman leaned on the eaves and poured the wine in the gourd, his eyes seemed to be a little drunk.

A piece of paper slowly floated down from his fingertips.

In a dark corner, a man in ink with a hat on his head looked at the roof in the distance, sneering silently.

Moments later, the auction was on the main stage.

Chen Ming, the shopkeeper of Jingling Pavilion, took the stage and announced the official start of the auction.

The venue was full of seats.

A delicate dancing girl came and invited her first lot at auction.

Chen Ming lifted the red cloth, and ten sparkling blue crystals appeared in the tray, "The first lot, and ten lower grade Yuan stones, are enough to refine the needs of the five visceral gods." Today, the price starts at 8,000 silver, and you are invited to bid! ”

"Ten thousand taels!"

A voice takes the lead. The one who spoke was a middle-aged businessman wearing a red hat.

There was a slight silence in the field, 10,000 taels, which was already the usual market price. The momentum of this price is quite ambitious.

"10,000 ......" one person asked for the price, and the voice did not fall.

"Ten thousand twelve." Red Hat merchants followed.

A moment later, ten lower-grade Yuan Stones were sold for 12,005.

Of course, this is just the appetizer of the auction every year, which is intended to hang the value of the yuan stone and set the tone.

Most of the people who participated in the first auction were small families in the city.

Many of the later lots can only be priced with yuan stones, which is the main event.

"The second shot, the feather elixir from the Blood Feather Zongdan Medicine Workshop, the muscles and blood are invigorating, this pill is a good cultivation product of the golden body and the realm of the five organs, a bottle of five pieces, priced at fifteen yuan stone ......"

Branches on the moon.

The auction is in full swing.

At the corner of the small street, Li Qing is helping Lao Dong close the stall.

Today, Lao Dong prepared twice as much donkey meat as usual, and although the business was good, he was also busy with back pain.

"No, old man!" Lao Dong couldn't bear it.

Li Qing joked: "I said Lao Dong, the donkey waist and donkey whip every day are not enough for you to make up?" Why do I think you're getting stronger? ”

"Huh?" Lao Dong looked dazed.

"Maybe you eat too much, but you need to work day and night!" Li Qing shook his head and sighed.

"You kid ......" Lao Dong smiled, not daring to pick up the stubble, "Oh, there is just half a catty of meat left, take it back and taste it with your daughter-in-law." ”

Li Qing stretched out his hand and suddenly hesitated, "Want money?" ”

Lao Dong said heartily: "Bastard boy, you are dead all day long!" Today, thanks to your help, people are busy and send you! ”

"Cut, I only kept half a catty for me, and I don't know who deducted it." Li Qing muttered.

Lao Dong shrank his hand: "What do you say?" ”

"Nothing, nothing."

Li Qing's eyes were quick, and he snatched the paper-wrapped sauce donkey meat.

"Huh! No, why did the people from the City Lord's Mansion come? ”

Lao Dong suddenly looked surprised, and beckoned Li Qing to turn his head.

Outside Jingling Pavilion.

A team of people suddenly arrived, led by a dignified middle-aged man in yellow. Seeing him, the guard at the door saluted respectfully and invited the group in.

Li Qing said: "The auction is so lively, shouldn't the people from the City Lord's Mansion come?" ”

Lao Dong shook his head: "This is Ruan Lingfeng, the housekeeper of the City Lord's Mansion, with a prominent identity, old man, I have been setting up a stall on this street for more than 20 years, but the first time I saw someone from the City Lord's Mansion suddenly appeared in the middle of the auction." ”

Li Qing asked, "What do you say?" ”

Lao Dong said in a mysterious whisper: "Except for my Lao Dong, ordinary people may really not know that this Jingling Pavilion is actually the assets of the City Lord's Mansion at all. You say, who would go out of their way to buy something in their own store? ”

"Oh......?" Li Qing's face was abrupt, but the corners of his mouth quietly hooked up a smile.

He secretly said in his heart: "But...... That's a full three wisps of luck, if the people from the City Lord's Mansion don't come, wouldn't it be even more strange? ”

Lao Dong continued to gossip: "And the Jingxiao City Lord has an inextricable relationship with the Blood Feather Sect......