The short whips in the hands of the deacons of Yicheng are not ordinary products, if they are sold at a private sale, even if they are sold at a price above the price of a medium-grade magic weapon, they are guaranteed to break their heads. Especially the short whip of the Yicheng, all of which have the function of breaking armor, and the ordinary defensive robes have no effect on the short whip at all, even if it is swept by the whip, it is still skin and flesh.

Li Daozi and Zhuge Qingfeng wailed on the ground for a while, their voices gradually became smaller, and in a moment's effort, both of them were bent into shrimps, curled up on the ground, and couldn't howl, only humming.

Standing on the outside of the crowd, standing on tiptoe to watch the excitement, he could see a little bit of the doorway. This whip fell on Zhuge Qingfeng's body more frequently than Li Daozi. Yin Qin smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said in his heart: This Zhuge Qingfeng is a loose cultivator who has no heels, thinking that he can use Yicheng's knife to kill Li Daozi. As everyone knows, in the eyes of Yichenghao, compared to Li Daozi, who sells blood talismans, he Zhuge Qingfeng is really hateful.

To put it bluntly, for Yicheng, all the owners who set up stalls at his private goods are his guests. As long as there is a deal, who cares if what you sell is contraband or not? The so-called Tiangao Emperor is far away, and the barbarian slaves can sell it at this private sale, so why can't the blood charm be sold?

As for this Zhuge Qingfeng, on the surface, it seemed that it was disturbing Li Daozi's business, but in fact, it was sweeping the face of Yichenghao. After seeing through this layer, the heart that was raised for Li Daozi was put down.

Sure enough, the deacons of Yicheng whipped for a while, and saw that both of them rolled their eyes, and they didn't know what to do, so the head deacon called a few miscellaneous servants, dragged the two of them to the courtyard like a dead dog, and threw them directly at the corner of the street.

Yicheng didn't have that kind of kung fu, and they didn't take care of the blood talisman from beginning to end, and the reason why they were ruthless was only because these two people disturbed the order of the private sale.

And for Yicheng, it's too late to cover up things like blood talisman barbarian slaves, and fools will take the initiative to report to the official. Why do you want to report to the officials? Do you take the initiative to give people a handle? Let the imperial court send some officials to supervise their own private sales clubs?

Yin Qin was in the crowd, looking at the figures of the two being dragged away, narrowing his eyes slightly, and holding the Qingzhu who was passing the news with Yin Gongchou with one hand.

That Li Daozi and Zhuge Qingfeng suffered badly enough from this whip, and they were thrown in the corner like dead dogs, and they were still unconscious. The pedestrians at the gate of the Yicheng were also startled by this movement, and many of them stood far away to watch the excitement and pointed to the corner. After a while, the two monks, who looked like monks, looked at each other, parted the crowd, and came to the foot of the wall.

The two casual cultivators guarded one by one, and first pretended to lean down to interrogate the injury, and when they saw that the two did not react, they pretended to investigate the injury, and reached out to grope in the arms of the two.

Li Daozi was a poor man, and he couldn't find anything of value except for a bunch of runes that had been whipped by whips. On the contrary, Zhuge Qingfeng, don't look at it as a loose cultivator, but he is also a small net worth. The loose cultivator who searched his body groped in his arms in three or two clicks, not only found three blood talismans, but also took off the animal skin bag around his waist.

The two casual cultivators cooperated quite tacitly, and while making the appearance of being familiar with the two of them, they said that the injuries were serious and difficult to treat. The two of them hurriedly got up and separated the crowd, saying that they were going to find a person who was skilled in the way of medicine to come for treatment, and at the same time instructed those who were watching the excitement not to move the injured easily, so as not to accidentally injure their already seriously damaged spiritual vein Daoji.

The two casual cultivators naturally did not look back after beating the dog with meat buns, and the effort was not great, and a wave of people came from the corner of the street, led by a thin monk with a shrewd face, dressed like the steward of a large family, and he was followed by a few barbarians, pulling a flatbed truck for transporting goods.

The thin steward parted the crowd again, and glanced at the wall from afar, with a look of disgust on his face. He didn't look closely, so he waved his hand and asked a few barbarians behind him to go over and carry people to the car.

On the side, the honest man with a pure heart couldn't help but step forward to dissuade him, and repeated the words of the two loose cultivators just now, saying that it was best not to move the injured easily at the moment, for fear that it would damage the Dao foundation of others.

The thin steward spat on the ground and scolded "miscellaneous", and then arched his hand to the honest man with a stunned face: "I'm not aiming at you, I'm scolding the two miscellaneous just now." They are robbing and stealing people's things, and if you don't believe it, they will wait here, and if they really bring the doctor back to diagnose and treat them, I will show you the wheels of this cart. ”

The honest man was a little embarrassed by what he said, and persuaded again: "No matter what, I see that their injuries are not light, and if they move rashly, I am afraid that they will be ......" Before he finished speaking, a barbarian who used to carry people turned around and shouted, "Steward Wang, this is no longer angry." ”

"What about that?" Steward Wang frowned and muttered in a low voice, "Trouble." ”

"This, I think it's also more out of breath, and less in gas, I'm afraid it's enough to choke. The barbarian servant lowered his head for a while, turned around and shouted, "Do you still carry it to Jishitang?" The so-called Jishitang is a common charity place in the major cities of the Wu Dynasty, and it is a place for the poor to give porridge and medicine. It's just that most of the people in Jishitang are mortals, and the injuries and illnesses of the monks are also in vain.

"It's all fucking going to death, and you're going to Jishitang to carry a fart!" Steward Wang scolded, "Hurry up, get all in the car, and pull them all out of the city for me to be buried." ”

The "Steward King" scolded and counted the numbers while instructing the barbarian slaves to carry people on the carts. The onlookers also understood that the four princes were in the city these days, and maybe they would come to the private sale in the next few days to have a look, and the prince's mansion assigned all the big families in the city to all kinds of miscellaneous tasks to prevent thieves and thieves, and even the cleaning of the city was also assigned to each family.

Li Daozi and Zhuge Qingfeng were thrown into the cart by the five big barbarians and the three rough barbarians, and they were covered with felt cloths, and the "Wang Steward" escorted the car and went straight to the gate of the inner city. Walking out of the three or five streets, Steward Wang saw that the surroundings were much cleaner, and then he reached into his arms, grabbed the green beads in his arms, and sent a message. Then, he shouted to stop the big cart, lifted the felt cloth, and out of nowhere, he took out two pills, one red and one black, and stuffed them into the mouths of Li Daozi and Zhuge Qingfeng respectively.

At the private sale of Yicheng, Director Yin held the green beads in his hand, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and thought thoughtfully: I didn't expect that I really picked up a leak at this private sale, not a natural treasure, but a big living person, hehe!

was happy, stretched out a small hand from behind him, patted it on the shoulder, and then his sea of knowledge echoed the hehehe's hey laughter of the old ancestor of Yunsheng: "Hehe, isn't this our director Yin, I haven't seen you for most of the day, but you can buy a treasure?"