In the center of the main hall is a stand.

The booth was filled with all kinds of strange-shaped stones.

Some of the stones are green and look like they are crawling with moss, others are green like a piece of jasper rough, some are covered with sharp scales, and some are as if they are wrapped in a layer of impurities that seem to have been formed over countless years.

People who came to the auction gathered around the booth to observe the stones carefully, or in groups of three or five, and there was a lot of discussion.

There are three auctions in this auction of Feixian Manor.

The first is the auction of jade.

The second is to bid for resources.

The third is the magic weapon of bidding.

The theme of this auction is the Purple Mist Forest. Whether it is jade, resources, or magic weapons, they all come from the Purple Mist Forest.

At auctions in Kyushu, most of the items auctioned are treasures that can be seen and touched, and the bidders will have a psychological price, and if the bid price is too high, they will give up.

The auction in Dongxu is different.

In the Dongxu auction, few of the things auctioned will have priceless treasures, most of them are things that do not know the value, although they can be seen and touched, but it is nothing more.

Take these strange stones on the booth as an example, these stones look ordinary on the surface, and it may be expensive jade, spar, or stone spirit that has grown for thousands of years, and it may even be the mother stone.

You must know that these stones are all from the Purple Mist Forest.

Although the Purple Mist Forest is shrouded in purple mist all year round, this purple mist is like a poisonous gas, and after it is touched, the skin film will be corrupted away.

Is purple mist poisonous?

Yes.

There should be.

But it is undeniable that that purple mist is also a kind of aura, it is just a poisonous aura, and it is not suitable for cultivation.

Between heaven and earth, all aura will gradually give birth to all kinds of strange flowers and plants and rare treasures.

Even poisonous auras are no exception.

The exotic flowers and plants that are conceived may also be poisonous, but many elixirs require some poisonous exotic flowers and plants to be refined.

Similarly.

Many powerful magic weapons also need some special treasures to be crafted and refined.

For example, if you want to refine a flame knife, this thing must be refined with fire crystal, and fire crystal cannot be conceived in ordinary places, only in places where the fire aura is rich will be conceived, like the volcano is easy to find fire crystal.

The auction in Dongxu sounds like it still has a bit of a gambling flavor.

Like this kind of strange stone, if you only look at it with the naked eye, you really can't see anything greasy, even if you sacrifice your divine sense, you can't perceive anything, these stones don't know how many years they have been in the Purple Mist Forest, and their appearance has long been covered with a layer of impurity slurry, and they can't even sense a little spiritual breath.

I'm afraid this thing can only be judged by eyesight and rich experience.

If you are lucky and get it at a low price, and there is a stone mother inside, then you can have no worries about food and clothing in this life.

If you look away and get it at a high price, but there is no hair in it, then you really don't even have pants.

Inside the private room.

Qing Jin and Bei Changqing stood under the window, looking at the booth.

Qingjin has always been cold, with a beautiful face, no sadness or joy, and there is silence in her eyes.

She stood with her arms crossed, as if she did not eat the fireworks of the world, looking at it indifferently and numbly, and she didn't know if she was looking at the stones on the booth or thinking about something.

Bei Changqing leaned against the window, holding a wine jug in one hand and a red spirit fruit in the other, looking at the stones on the booth with interest.

He didn't know much about this thing, and he hadn't studied it, and after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't see which stone would have a treasure in it.

Well?

As he was looking, Bei Changqing suddenly felt as if someone was staring at him.

Not staring, exactly.

Instead, someone sacrificed his divine sense and swept it towards Bei Changqing, although this divine consciousness was very deeply hidden, and he was also very cautious, like a light breeze, but he still noticed it.

Bei Changqing looked up and found that in a private room diagonally opposite, a man was staring at him viciously.

The man was in good shape, but half of his face seemed to be a little swollen.

It's none other than Mrs. Yunlu's little white face, Prince Xuanyang.

Xu was because of the appearance of Bei Changqing, which made Xuanyang Gongzi fall out of favor in front of Mrs. Yunlu all of a sudden, and he was slapped in the face, causing this Xuanyang Gongzi to hold a grudge against Bei Changqing, and there was not only envy and jealousy in his eyes, but also the viciousness of the yin owl.

Bei Changqing didn't pay attention to Xuanyang Gongzi, and since he came back, this guy has been staring at him with this kind of eyes.

Bei Changqing already knew, and he was sure that the person who had sacrificed his divine sense to secretly probe himself just now was not the son of Xuanyang.

Who could it be?

Bei Changqing swept the private room on the second floor, and finally his eyes fell on a private room directly opposite.

Through the window, I saw an elderly woman looking at me.

Boy!

It turned out to be this old woman.

Bei Changqing still clearly remembered that when he and Qing Jin first came to Feixian Manor, four tiger demon men carried a huge sedan chair and landed at the gate of the manor, and it seemed that this old woman walked out of it at that time.

"Sister Qingjin, do you remember this old woman?"

Qing Jin raised his eyes and looked at the old woman opposite, when the old woman stared at Bei Changqing just now, a pair of old eyes were full of surprise, when the old woman and Qing Jin looked at each other, for some reason, her expression suddenly changed, and then she left from the window.

"She won't recognize you, will she?"

Bei Changqing asked.

Qing Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, shook his head, and responded softly: "Unlikely." ”

Bei Changqing is an otaku, when she usually goes out, she usually stays in the master's gate, and similarly, Qingjin rarely goes out, since she worshiped the Lingyun Holy Land, she has gone out very few times, and even if she goes out, most of them are disguised as Black Lotus Mother-in-law.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the twenty-four counties of Qingzhou, everyone knows that there is a Qingjin Holy Maiden in the Lingyun Holy Land, but except for the younger brother of the Holy Land, few others have seen it.

"She'......"

Qing Jin looked at the window of the private room opposite, and just stopped talking.

"What, you know?"

"I'm not sure yet. Qing Jin returned to his seat and said, "The water in Dongxu is very deep, I advise you to be careful and not to be too high-profile." ”

"It's okay, few people in Qingzhou have seen me, and I am even said to be this Dongxu. ”

"Do you think that because no one has seen you, they don't know who you are?"

If you are someone else, if you haven't seen it, it's really difficult to know your identity, but Bei Changqing is different, he is a world-famous peerless Tianjiao, and everyone knows that he has a flawless jade appearance, a strange body, and an extraordinary temperament, such as the birth of an immortal.

To put it bluntly, his face is so handsome, handsome and unique, some people can easily guess his identity.

Of course.

North Changqing didn't care.

Guess it, guess it, and I didn't do anything unseemly, as the so-called body is not afraid of shadows, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, afraid of a hair.

As for the matter of pretending to be Lan Ji's little white face, if it spread, Bei Changqing didn't care at all, if he cared, he wouldn't help him.

Since he started his cultivation, the rumors that he was raised by a certain fairy have never stopped, and there are too many such gossips to count.

Bei Changqing has long been numb.

PS: A few days ago, I cut the radish, cut it to my fingers, and I bleeded two catties of blood, and I woke up in the middle of the night, so the update is intermittent, I hope you understand