Around noon, Jun An walked out of the corridor with the three monks and returned to the fair.

Deacon Xun naturally personally tested the middle-level spirit runes, and according to him, the power of the middle-level spirit runes made of yellow paper was slightly inferior to the middle-level spirit runes of the Zheng'er Eight Classics.

However, Jun An told him that when facing the enemy, this kind of spirit rune is more deceptive and can be more surprisingly successful.

Deacon Xun said at the time that it was not that the reason given by Jun An was sufficient, but that their monk group intended to befriend a talisman maker like him, so they reached a deal with Jun An as much as possible.

Moreover, Jun An was also told that tomorrow's auction would originally be attended by monks above the foundation level, and tickets for five low-level spirit stones were also required, but Jun An could not only participate, but also bring those two friends.

Therefore, when Jun An walked out, it was full of joy. He first walked up to Ning Xin'er and Zeng Wenyao, and whispered sorry for waiting for a long time.

Then he hugged his fists at the monks waiting outside and said, "Everyone, all the spirit runes have been sold to the monk group, and I won't be here today, forgive me!" ”

Many monks let out a sigh, and some even complained, but at the fair, they didn't dare to go too far in the face of the newly rising talisman maker.

Of course, more people still talk to Jun'an with the heart of friendship. Some took the initiative to make an appointment for dinner, some reported to their families, and some even directly invited Jun An to join the sect, all of which were of course rejected by Jun An.

When Jun An took the other two people away quickly, Ning Xin'er raised her eyebrows and asked puzzledly, "Those people asked you to make talismans, why did you refuse?" ”

Jun An laughed: "The pattern is small, do you think my future is to be a talisman maker?" ”

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At noon, the three of them were lively, and after they were full of wine and food, Jun An also specially told the shopkeeper to take another live chicken and throw it to Xiaobai, so that it could be eaten.

Counting it, Jun An had more than a thousand low-rank spirit stones on hand, and the monk group still owed him ninety middle-grade spirit stones, so it didn't feel too cool.

In the afternoon, Jun An accompanied Ning Xin'er to go shopping and took a look at the customs of Anguo City. At dinner in the evening, Zeng Wenyao pulled Jun An and drank to death.

Originally, the amount of alcohol that the monk drank should have been much larger than that of ordinary mortals. But she couldn't bear the fact that the two of them were drinking one jar after another, which made Ning Xin'er helpless, so she could only leave the two of them and go back to the room alone.

Jun An and Zeng Wenyao kept touching the altar, and drank from the hall to Jun An's room, chattering non-stop. Zeng Wenyao pulled Jun An and talked about the grievances he suffered in the Bagua Gate, talked about the ups and downs of his practice, and even shed many tears when he talked about his emotions.

In fact, Jun'an does not have his own suffering. He didn't know who his parents were since he was a child, although Grandma Du was good to him, and the four old men also had life-saving graces, but he still couldn't find his family affection.

Zeng Wenyao knows his life experience, and he himself feels that he is a person of unknown origin.

Drinking and drinking, the two of them were also drunk, and Jun An snored loudly.

Zeng Wenyao also staggered to his feet, looked at Jun An for a long time, his eyes gradually softened, waved his hand, and exited the room.

The next day, when the first rays of sunlight shone in front of Jun'an's window in the morning, Ning Xin'er came to knock on the door. When he saw the sleepy-eyed Jun An, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a dissatisfied look: "After a whole night, there is still the smell of alcohol, I can't see that you are still a drunkard!" ”

Jun An smiled embarrassedly: "Then you wait for me outside, after I finish changing, I will go out immediately." ”

It doesn't take a long time for men to dress up like women, and it doesn't take much effort for Junan to go out. When passing by Zeng Wenyao's room, he knocked on the door casually: "Can I go?" ”

Chirping! The door was opened, Zeng Wenyao showed his head, and said a little embarrassed: "I really drank a little higher last night, and my head was still dizzy, so I won't accompany you today." ”

Before Jun An could speak, Ning Xin'er, who was outside, immediately jumped up and down and took Jun An's hand, hurriedly dragged it out, and said as she walked: "Then you stay in the inn and have a good rest!" ”

Zeng Wenyao shook his head, revealing a solemn expression.

Jun An and Ning Xin'er walked to the Monk's Square, and the trade fair at this time was empty, and the layout was completely different from the previous two days. The janitor monk was still there, and when he saw Jun An, he naturally nodded, asked him to register, and invited him to enter.

The Friars' Square was built in the shape of a pulpit, and the first half was a stage for the presentation of the auction; The second half is all chairs and belongs to the bidders. The gatekeeper told him that except for the first three rows, which were specific people, the rest of the seats were chosen by them and were not fixed.

So Jun An was not hypocritical, he casually looked for a seat in the back and took Ning Xin'er to sit down.

It's just that when they sat down, the divine consciousness of some monks continued to sweep around, and Jun An even heard the voice of yin and yang: "When will the auction of Anguo City allow the Qi cultivation period monks to participate?" ”

"It's really a crab that's not as good as a crab."

"I don't think this auction is interesting, what good things can be at this level?"

Jun An listened to these voices, calmly, as if he was not talking about himself. Ning Xin'er couldn't sit still, her face was flushed, and she looked around, as if she was looking for someone to quarrel.

Jun An hurriedly patted her on the shoulder and motioned for her to be quiet: "Calm down, we are here for the auction, not to find trouble." ”

Ning Xin'er pouted and said, "However, their dog's mouth can't spit out ivory." ”

"Since it's a dog's mouth, then you still quarrel with them, wouldn't it be a loss of identity, sit and wait with peace of mind!" Jun An said lightly.

In the course of the conversation between the two, more and more people became more and more, and the entire venue was gradually filled. Familiar and unfamiliar people greeted each other, and not many people paid attention to Jun An anymore.

After the back row was full, the first three rows gradually began to sit down, Jun An didn't care too much, his eyes were glued to the stage, and he only cared about the auction.

Finally, after a sound of gongs and drums, the venue fell silent. In the eyes of everyone, Deacon Xun finally walked to the stage with a few law enforcement monks.

Deacon Xun still showed an easy-going smile, and said in a loud voice: "Seniors, juniors, fellow Daoists, good morning!" The annual Anguo City auction has finally begun, and everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time, right? ”

Many people below echoed and applauded.

Deacon Xun nodded: "I know you have been looking forward to it for a long time, and you have also saved a lot of spirit stones, and strive to spend them all today to buy more favorite items!" ”

Everyone burst into laughter, but some people were still urging Deacon Xun to talk less nonsense and not have so much foreplay.