The backyard of Suyue Zhai, in the house where Qinyue lives alone.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, plain and not like an Oiran dwelling, and there is a faint fragrance in the air, which smells good.

The handsome and beautiful young man was lying on a bamboo chaise longue.

The delicate Oiran brought the peeled grapes to the boy's mouth.

The young man half-squinted his eyes and hummed a brisk tune, full of comfort.

On the desk next to him was a stack of manuscripts, the ink had not yet dried, and he should have just finished writing.

Qin Yue's cheeks were covered with two layers of crimson, delicate and moving, obviously still immersed in the two sentences just now, "This song should only be in the sky, and the world can smell it a few times".

The maid on the side was also full of admiration.

In this era, who can refuse a great talent whose exit is a quatrain.

Jiang Mian has already finished writing several poems, but fortunately, he worked hard in school, and he has many famous poems in his memory.

Just let Qin Yue give it to so-and-so on the title of the poem, and the silver of the white flowers will go into Jiang Mian's pocket, others will be famous, and Jiang Mian will be profitable.

As for who it was, Jiang Mian didn't bother to care, he only cared if the silver could be in place.

Glancing at the sky, Jiang Mian estimated that the time was almost up, and left Suyuezhai in Qin Yue's reluctant gaze.

All the way to Hanguang Pavilion, there are several times more guards on the gate today than on weekdays.

Jiang Mian raised his eyes and saw that these guards seemed to be no different from ordinary people in the rivers and lakes.

But if you have a heart, you will find that all of them have a long breath and strong qi and blood. Mosquitoes are not close to the body.

Today, you have to have an invitation to enter Hanguang Pavilion, Jiang Mian took out the jade card and entered the gate smoothly.

After entering the pavilion, there was a waitress to receive him, and the cinnabar in the hall saw Jiang Mian and hurried over.

"Jiang Gongzi."

Cinnabar Yingying gave a salute, and it seemed that Ye Thirteen had already explained.

Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief, the girl's sincere and terrified appearance last time made him sit still.

"I heard that there is an auction in Hanguang Pavilion tonight, can I participate?" Jiang Mian said gently.

"Of course, you can come with the slave."

After that, he led Jiang Mian to the third floor, and Cinnabar led the way in front, which saved Jiang Mian a lot of trouble, Hanguang Pavilion was heavily guarded today, and there were guards everywhere.

The two walked to a hall and took their seats in the front row.

There were already many people in the hall, and Jiang Mian raised his eyes.

There is an old monk with a peaceful face and a Buddha face.

There is also a Taoist with a crane-topped turtle back and phoenix-eyed eyebrows.

In the far corner, there sat several scholars dressed in Confucian shirts with handsome faces.

They are all extraordinary, and they are superior at first glance.

There are only a few big men sitting in the back row, with plump muscles and knots.

slashed across the back row, like a few door gods.

"Takeo!"

"Grandma's, the gap between people is also wide." Jiang Mian muttered to himself.

Wufu has no supernatural powers, only practices a strange power, and his external image is too exaggerated.

Cinnabar did not leave, but sat down with Jiang Mian.

"The first time Jiang Gongzi came to the auction, I am afraid that he is not very familiar with it, so the slave maid will make a claim and accompany him for a while."

Jiang Mian was naturally happy to have a familiar person next to him who could communicate with him, and he was here to join in the fun.

He laughed, "Then it's troublesome girl." ”

In a few moments, the entire hall was full.

The auction has officially begun.

A white and beardless middle-aged man came out of the stage, dressed as a Confucian student, who was the auctioneer of this auction.

"Welcome to my Hanguang Pavilion, without further ado, the auction will start now."

The opening was extremely concise, and the middle-aged man's voice was not loud, but it was very clear in Jiang Mian's ears in this empty auction hall.

"There is a saying in this auction, even this auctioneer is extremely not simple."

Jiang Mian secretly exclaimed, and he deliberately glanced at the cinnabar beside him.

Cinnabar seemed to feel something, turned her head and smiled gently.

"The first lot of the day is this feather."

The auctioneer's voice was full of anger: "This sword is three and a half feet long, it is produced by Casting Sword Mountain, and it is made of dark iron from the bottom of the West Sea. ”

Then he pulled out the long sword that was still in the sheath, the sword body was red, and when it was unsheathed, a clear sword sound resounded throughout the audience.

With a wave of his hand, a red line crossed the air, and the sword aura was awe-inspiring.

"Eight thousand taels of silver to start shooting."

As soon as the auctioneer's voice fell, someone spoke: "Ten thousand taels." ”

Someone immediately made a higher bid:

"Twelve thousand taels."

"Thirteen thousand taels!"

"I asked for sixteen thousand taels of this feather Zhou Kun, how about you give me a face."

"This has to be done by one's own ability, eighteen thousand taels!"

Jiang Mian has really seen the world now, five taels of silver is enough for an ordinary family's food, clothing, housing and transportation for a month, and it is only sixty taels a year.

These people casually said that it was more than 10,000 taels of silver, and the gap was really too big.

This is only the first lot, and those who are familiar with the auction know that the price of the items that come out of the auction will only get higher and higher.

The feather was finally auctioned for 20,000 taels of silver.

Soon it was the second lot.

"Zen masters might be interested in it." The auctioneer sold it first.

The first lot completely stirred up the atmosphere of the audience, looking at the fiery crowd below.

The auctioneer spoke unhurriedly: "The Buddhist Gate Donkey Kong is a string of prayer beads before the death of the evil Zen student." ”

Immediately, the pot exploded in the crowd, and the expressions of several masters with solemn appearances were also a little moved.

"King Kong? The seventh realm of Buddhism! ”

"It turned out to be a relic of a Buddhist moral monk."

Jiang Mian craned his neck to look at the string of prayer beads, this was the first time he had seen the personal magic tool of the power of the seventh realm.

The rosary jade made of ivory was white and smooth, smooth and delicate, and after only two glances at Jiang Mian, he felt that his six roots were pure and not stained with red dust.

"Thirteen thousand taels of silver will start at auction."

After several rounds of bidding, the rosary was auctioned by an old monk for 18,000 taels.

Although it is not as popular as the last round, it is also a good price.

After all, the long sword can be used by everyone, but the Buddhist magic tool is much more difficult to use, and if there is no wisdom root, it will not be able to be urged at all, and it will be useless for people from other systems to come.

Next, the bidding for a fishtail inkstone and a copy of "Bibo Lake Sword Record in the Year of Gengzi" was extremely fierce.

They were photographed for 20,000 taels of silver and a heart grass.

"Let's take the last lot of the day." The auctioneer spoke loudly.

The auction hall was a little quiet, but in fact everyone was waiting for this moment, and the sky dome before the storm and thunder was always silent.

The auctioneer didn't talk nonsense, hooked his fingers, and a maidservant girl held a delicate locket on the table.

"The last lot of this pavilion today, the secret book of the Dao Gate, the Jade Muscle Breath Technique!"

Jiang Mian chuckled in his heart and almost fell off the stool.

？？？

He never imagined that this last lot would be the Jade Muscle Breathing Technique, which he was constantly experiencing all the time.

Before Jiang Mian could come back to his senses, a roll of notes was wrapped in a strong aura and flicked in the palm of his hand.

Jiang Mian avoided the cinnabar and glanced at it.

There were only two words on the note.

"Let's go!"