Yuan Ding ate a bowl of noodles, and the boss didn't come back, thinking that the unsuccessful son was playing and running away.

Yuan Ding gave the proprietress fifty yuan, then walked out of the restaurant and walked straight to Biyun Mountain.

The houses here cost one or two gold a day, and the rent starts at ten days, which means that they need a spirit stone, but when Yuan Ding entered the door, the nine sects and twelve factions accepted him a spirit stone, and he couldn't help but sigh that they were really black.

When Yuan Ding passed by a cross street, he saw a building on the cross street with pedestrians in the middle of it, and couldn't help but look curiously.

Listening to their discussions, I realized that this was the place where the auction was held, and the auction was just over.

Yuan Ding looked at the sky and saw that half of the sun was already blocked by the distant mountains, and occasionally a few birds flew by, turning into small black spots in the dim light of the sun.

It wasn't until the lights were on that Yuan Ding arrived at the class room managed by the house. The man in charge was a short, thin old man with a goatee, with a cold and impersonal face.

Yuan Ding inquired about the house price, which was the same as what the restaurant owner said, so he rented a relatively remote house with the steward.

The old man with the goatee led him to the door of the house, threw the key to Yuan Ding, and also threw it to Yuan Ding, and there was a sentence that the house and the objects in it must not be damaged, otherwise the original price will be compensated.

Yuan Ding looked at the figure of the old man leaving, and said in his heart, selling expensive and shaking temper, do you think you are a ghost with patents and technology?

The house is not big, only one main house and two wings, and a small courtyard with a door in the middle.

There is a water lily in the sea of the door, and a few swimming fish are playing among the water lilies.

Yuan Ding was surprised, the water lilies in this cold winter wax moon are not dry, and the swimming fish are sleepless, it is really a strange scene.

But then I thought that this was the cultivation world, wasn't it normal for this kind of thing to happen?

Yuan Ding picked an east wing, and after entering, he replaced the bedding on the bed with his own, and then arranged a set of array plates for simple defense, and began to meditate and practice.

After a night without saying anything, and even for the next two days, nothing happened, Yuan Ding went out every day during the day and came back at night to continue meditating.

However, I have eaten a lot of special snacks in Biyun Town, and some even made Yuan Ding full of praise. For example, a kind of purple fruit cake made of purple fruit and glutinous rice that grows on the purple fruit tree of low shrubs, is soft and glutinous, fragrant and refreshing.

There is also a plant called Xuanzhu grass, this Xuanzhu grass itself is just an ordinary medicinal material, but the wonderful thing is that the leaves of this Xuanzhu grass are wide and concave, regardless of cold or heat, a drop of dew should be condensed at the tip of the leaf every morning, this pearl is called Xuanzhu, exudes a light fragrance, and the taste is sweet. Xuanzhu grass fragrant tea is a tea mixed with this dewdrop, which is elegant, sweet, and full of fragrance.

Yuan Ding also ate a type of rice called sweet pine rice, which is steamed from wooden barrels made from the local jatamansi pine and steamed with the broad leaves of a plant called wooden sticks.

The locals pay attention to the fact that the jatamansi barrel must be cut down and dried in the shade for more than ten years before it can be made, and the whole barrel cannot have a little metal and miscellaneous wood. When steaming rice, a layer of leaves is used to steam only three inches of rice, so that the layers are spread up to half of the jatamansi barrel.

Even if there are no vegetables for the steamed rice in this way, Yuan Ding can eat three bowls. If it is accompanied by stir-fried vegetables with mushrooms unique to the mountains, it will be even more fragrant.

And so on and so forth. The only regret is that Yuan Ding didn't find a good thing, which made him have to wonder if his protagonist's aura was blacked out.

On the sixth day of the Biyun Mountain Festival, Yuan Ding went out early, and he planned to go around far away and rush to the auction before noon.

Yuan Ding never rested in his heart, and the protagonist could pick up the treasure by the way, and always felt that this should be the welfare of being a traverser.

Walking all the way, there is still nothing that catches the eye, the so-called leakage, which does not exist.

Yuan Ding looked at the road, he should have turned this street, and a few miles further on, there was the auction.

But when he turned the street, he was stunned, the old beggar who was lying comfortably against the wall and basking in the sun was not the Sun beggar, why was he here?

In front of the old beggar was a rag with more than a dozen books, large and small, and it turned out that he had also set up a stall here.

Yuan Ding pressed the excitement in his heart and walked over quietly, but after seeing the books he sold, he couldn't help but feel ups and downs in his heart.

Sun beggar didn't open his eyes and said, "Young man, your heart is upset. ”

Yuan Ding squatted down and reached out to pick up a book with the words "Five Thunder Rectification" written on it.

Yuan Ding said: "Everyone in the world knows that the authentic spell of the Shangqing School is the "Five Thunder Righteous Method", and at first sight, it is normal to be disturbed. ”

Sun beggar didn't speak, but only put his hand into his chest to rub the dirty mud.

Yuan Ding was even more shocked when he looked at it, this "Five Thunder Righteous Law" turned out to be the real book, and then he picked up the remaining dozen books and found that they were all classics of the Shangqing School, and they really couldn't be true.

Yuan Ding said: "Uncle, how much are these books, I want them all." ”

The corner of Sun Beggar smiled disdainfully: "This is inheritance, what is important is chance, young man, you don't have this opportunity, even if you have money, you can't buy it." ”

Yuan Ding said: "Uncle, do you still pay attention to chance? ”

Sun beggar said: "Who said that I sell books, I sell by chance." ”

Yuan Ding's brain was a little sour, and he said, "Aren't you just not selling it to me, it's still a chance?" Then do you think we are destined or not? ”

Sun beggar said: "You little doll, don't you know that meeting is fate? ”

Yuan Ding said: "Since there is fate, and the timing is just right, isn't this just chance." ”

Sun beggar said: "Bullshit, you young people now, don't look through the people who look like dogs, and the contact is also fresh and diverse, but there are only two words inside and outside the body." ”

Yuan Ding raised the corner of his eye: "Huh? ”

Sun beggar smiled: "Superficial. ”

Yuan Ding said in his heart: Okay, I'm here to buy books, but I'm not here to receive re-education, and snorted coldly in annoyance: "You old people, you are good teachers." ”

Sun beggar naturally didn't pay attention to Yuan Ding's ridicule, he is a good teacher? With his laziness, he is a model worker if he says a word.

When Yuan Ding was bored with himself, a group of frolicking children came over, probably thirteen or fourteen years old, there is no defense between men and women in this world, so these boys and girls are happy to laugh and laugh.

When passing by Sun Beggar's stall, these people also stopped to take a look, but children, look at the majority.

At this time, Sun Beggar did not look like he ignored Yuan Ding, but enthusiastically recommended his cheats to the children.

A child asked, "Your book can't be fake, right?" ”

Sun beggar said: "My old beggar has walked the rivers and lakes all his life, and what he is talking about is faithfulness. If it is fake, the false one will pay ten. ”

Seeing that the children were a little convinced, Sun beggar called it hot and said, "I am dissatisfied with all the young ladies of the son, my book is full of secret books in the contemptible sect." As he spoke, Sun Beggar picked up the "Five Thunder Fa" and continued: "You read this book, the Five Thunder Fa, do you know which five thunders it is? Wood, fire, earth, gold, water, five thunders, no matter how you practice, there will always be a thunder for you. This is the secret of our faction back then. ”

Yuan Ding slandered: "It's not good to pass it on now!" ”

A tiger-headed kid asked, "Is it so powerful?" So how much does your book sell? ”

Sun beggar said: "Tong Su is not bullied, one hundred taels of silver." ”

The child blushed, took out a few pieces of broken silver from his pocket, and twisted, "Grandpa, I don't have so much silver." ”

Sun beggar was overjoyed and said, "Then how many do you have?" ”

The child said, "I only saved five taels of silver, and I was going to the bookstore." ”

Sun beggar said: "Little friend, you have the opportunity, my old beggar is not ambiguous, and he sold you for five taels of silver." ”

Children don't want to buy this book for five taels of silver, but when they think of the five kinds of divine thunder introduced by the old man, they are quite reluctant to buy it, so they hesitate to buy it.

The old beggar was not a hesitant person, so he gave him a handful of Jiang Shu, and by the way, he said with his five taels of silver: "You little baby, you are still hesitant not to miss a great opportunity." ”

When the dolls saw it, they all shouted, "Old man, how are you robbing money?" ”

Sun beggar was embarrassed, his old face turned red, he picked up the dozen or so books left on the stall, and gave them to the tiger-headed child, saying, "Count me unlucky, these books are also given to you." ”

After speaking, he picked up the rags and was about to leave, but a girl who was bright and bright said: "Old man, you are paying ten for a fake." ”

The children burst into laughter, and the tiger-headed child was also embarrassed.

Sun beggar walked away like a nobody, with a rather relieved old face.

Yuan Ding looked at the tiger-headed child and asked, "Little friend, what's your name?" ”

The tiger-headed child was a little unsure whether to tell Yuan Ding, but the girl said, "His name is Jiang Nisheng." ”

Yuan Ding said: "A rare good name! As he spoke, he walked to the auction.

The children frolicked and scrambled to see the dozen or so broken books that Jiang Nisheng bought for five taels of silver.

Yuan Ding found a restaurant near the auction venue, asked for two side dishes and a bowl of rice, and ate them simply. Seeing that people were entering the auction hall one after another, he also got up to pay the bill, and followed the flow of people to the building of the auction hall.

Entering the building is a hall, which is the place where the auction is registered, and to the chagrin of the original, it is necessary to pay a spirit stone to participate in the auction, which is called to exclude the monks who do not have the financial strength to make trouble.

Isn't this a good opportunity to grab money?

Yuan Ding reluctantly handed over the spirit stone, and entered the underground hall where the auction was held from the back hall of the hall.

It is surrounded by dense chairs, which seem to be enough to accommodate tens of thousands of bidders, and even the second floor of the hall has a private room for the wealthy.

In the center of the hall was a protruding circular platform, which was now empty, presumably the place where the items were auctioned.

Yuan Ding sat down according to the number plate issued to his house after paying the spirit stone, which was a position on the right side of the front, because Yuan Ding came early, and most of the hall was empty at this time.

Yuan Ding was not interested in the surroundings or people, and after sitting down, he closed his eyes and waited for the auction to start.

The auction hall gradually became noisy as there were more and more people, either people looking at each other to say hello, or chatting about today's lots, or parents were short.

It wasn't until after the auction time was up that the staff walked up to the central platform and took a gong, and after only hearing a proper gong, the hall was silent.

The gong striker shouted: "Auction, start——! ”