Hua Xiangrong, like everyone else, did as he said, put his hand on the table, and then closed his eyes.

It was unusually quiet all around, and you could only feel the flow of air.

"Alright, you can open your eyes." Wan Muchun's soft voice still came from all directions. I have to say that his voice makes people feel like a spring breeze, and it is easy for people to let down their guard.

This is not quite the same as what Hua Xiangrong's friend described, but she didn't dig into it, after all, people change. Besides, Wanbao Pavilion has broken its own rules for hundreds of years to hold auction conferences, and it is not surprising that the owner of Wanbao Pavilion has changed his personality.

After opening her eyes, Hua Xiangrong found herself in a strange space. As Wan Muchun said, she had a table and a mirror in front of her, and she sat behind the desk.

I really can't see anyone else, I can only hear the breathing of people around me.

"You have come from afar to cheer on our Wanbao Pavilion auction, and of course we will not disappoint you. Now, the auction meeting of Wanbao Pavilion has officially begun. Wan Muchun said.

As soon as his words fell, Hua Xiangrong saw a rectangular platform appear out of thin air in the middle of the space. Twelve trays were placed on the table, covered with red cloth.

"This is our first batch of lots, which will be revealed to you in turn." Wan Muchun said again.

Then the red cloth on the first plate from left to right was lifted.

No one? This is...... Wind control? Hua Xiangrong thought to herself, her eyes on the wooden tray.

In the center of the tray is a ring. The ring is delicate, and it is also inlaid with a green stone, which looks like a good accessory.

"It's a centering ring." Wan Muchun said.

The so-called centering ring, as the name suggests, allows monks to concentrate on their minds while cultivating, so as not to go mad. Some monks practice the exercises as if dancing on the tip of a knife, and every time they take a step, they have to test the firmness of their minds, and if they are not careful, they will fall into demonic cultivation.

Demon cultivation is punished by everyone, even a sect like the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect that is not quite compatible with the mainstream righteous path, and they are also respectful of demon cultivation.

Of course, it is not excluded that some monks are willing to fall into demons. Because demon cultivators sacrifice their own morality and part of their sanity, they tend to become radical and insane, and they are more powerful than ordinary monks.

Of course, most monks don't want to become demon cultivators, because demon cultivators never have to die well, ranging from unintentional death to broken bones and ashes, without exception.

Therefore, the centering vow has a strong attraction for monks whose cultivation methods are more bizarre.

"The value of the centering ring doesn't need to be said by the old man, now, let's start bidding. We do not set a starting price for Wanbao Pavilion, everything depends on fate. Wan Muchun said.

This is also very interesting about them, and it is very in line with the grotesque rules and style of Wanbao Pavilion. There is no starting price means that everyone can participate in the bidding, as for who gets it in the end, it is really like Wan Muchun said, it all depends on fate.

Whoever he likes, whoever wins, will get this reassuring ring.

Hua Xiangrong turned her mirror over. She came here with only one goal. Most of the people present turned the mirror back, after all, this precept was a chicken rib for most monks.

In the end, there were still a few people's mirrors, and black handwriting slowly floated on them.

One thousand taels of silver.

Fifty taels of gold.

Five Replenishing Pills.

And the last one, a really unexpected bid, a scorched branch of a thousand-year-old tree.

The first two are real money, and there is a third one, this so-called Replenishing Divine Pill can enhance the monk's Yuan Shen, which is of great benefit to cultivation. The scorched branches are placed here, which is really a little too abrupt.

"Dare to ask the fourth fellow Daoist, I don't know what tree your scorched branch was broken from?" Wan Muchun still asked calmly.

"Great Boundary Mountain." The man said.

His voice sounded rigid and emotionless.

"Well, in that case, then this ring of concentration is yours. When the first auction is over, we will deliver it to you. Now, please put the scorched twig on the table. Wan Muchun said.

Is that okay? Hua Xiangrong was a little surprised. The same goes for the other three.

"Lord Wange, I'm afraid this is unfair." Someone questioned.

"I set the rules, and of course I have the final say on whether the public is fair or not. The old man thinks that this dead branch can be exchanged for the heart ring, so it is naturally fair. Wan Muchun said lightly.

"What if I gave you my branch and you repent?" The fourth quote asked. He really seems to have taken his scorched branches for treasures.

"Don't worry, I vouch for the reputation of Wanbao Pavilion for hundreds of years, not to mention that there are so many monks present." Wan Muchun said.

The man hesitated for a moment, then placed the scorched branch on the table.

Hua Xiangrong could see it clearly, and after she saw it clearly, she immediately retracted her original thoughts.

This Wan Mu Chun's eyes were really vicious, and it seemed that the source of this branch was deduced from that person's words alone.

This is the branch of the thousand-year-old fir tree on Dajie Mountain, which is known as the "treasure of heaven and earth". This tree grows in the deepest part of the Great Boundary Mountain, and the surrounding environment is so treacherous that it is impossible for ordinary monks to get close to it.

And the reason why this fir tree is known as the "treasure of heaven and earth" is because its leaves have the miraculous effect of detoxifying. And its branches, which are of little use in ordinary ways, but which are scorched, are rare treasures.

It is said that under a specific technique, new sprouts will appear in the scorched wood, and grinding the sprouts into powder or directly ingesting them can immediately change a monk's physique.

This change is a qualitative change, and it is said that it can greatly improve the immortal fate of a cultivator and speed up the speed of cultivation.

The truth of this is a bit complicated, and the current accepted saying in the cultivation world is that becoming an immortal is also a kind of Tao, which can be called the way of immortals, and the "dead wood in spring" itself implies the natural way in the fairy road, so it can enhance the immortal fate of the monk.

Wanbao Pavilion has been in business for many years, so it naturally has that kind of technique. This scorched branch of the fir tree was enough to tempt most monks.

In fact, Hua Xiangrong was even more curious, why did this fourth person actually take out this branch as an exchange for the centering ring? In contrast, a tree branch is much more precious than a centering ring.

Thinking about it, it was that he didn't know that kind of spell, and he couldn't make the branches and dead trees spring, but he needed this ring of concentration very much. Hua Xiangrong was a little curious about his identity.

The branches disappeared as soon as they appeared on the table, which was enough to show how eager Wan Muchun wanted it. In the small world of Ukiyo-ka, all kinds of items move according to the owner's wishes, and Wan Muchun's movements are so fast, as if he is afraid that the person will regret it.

The deal has been made, and no matter how dissatisfied the other three are, it is difficult to say anything. As Wan Muchun said, here, he is the rule.

There is nothing worth seeing in the following transactions, Hua Xiangrong is just sighing that the accumulation of Wanbao Pavilion is really a lot, and some monks are really wealthy. Not only is there gold and silver, but there are also many elixirs and exercises that can be exchanged.

In contrast, the silver tickets she got from Xu Xuanying were a little inadequate. I don't know if I can successfully photograph that exercise. Of course, the premise is that Wan Bao Ge has to use that exercise as a lot, otherwise she will have to talk to Wan Muchun directly.

It wasn't until the tenth that Hua Xiangrong's attention was once again aroused.

This tenth treasure is a sword called the "Wooden Sword".

As the name suggests, this is a wooden sword that does not have any decoration on it and looks ordinary.

It is said that although it is a wooden sword, it can cut gold and break iron.

Of course, Hua Xiangrong knew about this wooden sword, not only did he know, but he also fought with its owner.

Perhaps more accurately, the previous master. The appearance of this sword here indicates that its owner is dead.

That man was a sword nerd. His own talent is not high, and he is judged to have almost no immortal fate, and he can't pull out the sword of the burial sword mound. But he was obsessed with swords, so he relied on this nameless wooden sword to do sword cultivation.

He challenged Feng Yuqing, and everyone said that he was beyond his means, and even felt that Feng Yuqing would ignore him at all. But Feng Yuqing still accepted his challenge.

Now that I think about it, there was no other reason than a fire in the man's eye that seemed to be impossible to extinguish.

Their competition is not compared with the level of cultivation, but only the subtlety of swordsmanship and the comprehension of swordsmanship. He is one of the people Feng Yuqing has ever seen who has the deepest understanding of kendo.

"I lost." She remembered the gloom in the man's eyes.

"But you're strong." Feng Yuqing put away the sword of Hongchen sentient beings and said to him.

"A loss is a loss." He looked at the wooden sword in his hand, and the flame in his eyes gradually burned again.

"I'll beat you." He said to Feng Yuqing.

After saying that, he took his sword and went down the mountain.

Feng Yuqing didn't understand at that time, but now Hua Xiangrong understands that he wants to defeat himself, not because he is competitive, but because he wants to prove that his Tao is right.

Later, Feng Yuqing never saw him again, nor did she hear about him again. I didn't expect to see his "wooden sword" at the auction meeting of this Wanbao Pavilion today.

"This is the divine soldier wooden sword left by the sword, he once used this sword to fight with the sword demon Feng Yuqing, Feng Yuqing personally said that this is a peerless divine weapon." Wan Muchun introduced with a smile.

By the way, he didn't have a name, and when others asked about him, he was silent for a long time, and then slowly spit out a word, "sword". Since then, others have called him Sword. And the wooden sword in his hand has no name, it is simply called "wooden sword".

The sword and its owner's name are sloppy, but their story is not hasty.

"In addition to fighting Feng Yuqing, he also once fought against the Iron Sword Sect, fighting the four swordsmen of the Iron Sword Sect alone, and finally killed the Black Iron Sword to take revenge, and the other three were also seriously injured." Wan Muchun added.

"Later, the sword was martyred." Wan Muchun paused before saying this after adding, as if he was sighing.

Martyrdom? Hua Xiangrong was shocked. The meaning of sword cultivation is to put the sword into the sword-casting furnace, and then seal it into his life's cultivation, and finally jump into the furnace himself, and burn the body and the original god together, the so-called unity of man and sword.

That is to say, the "wooden sword" in front of him was recast after he died with his sword.