The arrival of Jiang Dongliu, Zhang Yi was not surprised, 250,000 gold coins, he also had to be cautious, as for the safety of Zhang Ji and others, he did not dare to commit murder in the Zhang family openly, not to mention that Zhang Yi himself could fight the master of latent control, that is, the thousands of clansmen of the Zhang family, each of them could drown him with a mouthful of spit, although the Zhang family was no longer what it was back then, it had not yet reached the point where they came to provoke, otherwise how the Zhang family would gain a foothold in Tiancheng would have been carved up by other families long ago.

"Young master, what are you going to do with these 250,000 gold coins?" Xiao He stood behind Zhang Yi and asked with envy in his eyes.

Zhang Yi thought in his heart, more than 200,000 gold coins could solve the urgent needs of the Zhang family......

"By the way, Sister Xiaohe, the last time I heard the shopkeeper talk about the auction in Fang Market, do you still have an impression?" Zhang Yi didn't answer, and suddenly talked about the auction.

More than 200,000 gold coins belong to Zhang Yi himself, and he will also leave them to the family.

Zhang Yi fell into deep thought, his current strength is comparable to that of a master of latent control, as for the spiritual decision, even if he practices, the effect will not be very great, unless it is "spiritual art", but spiritual magic is expensive, and there is no handful of them in the entire Heavenly City.

Zhang Yi thought about it, and felt that after learning the Jiang family's spiritual decision, the improvement of his own strength was not very strong, and it was a waste of time, after all, it was only a spiritual decision, not a 'spiritual art', and there were also restrictions on combat power and other aspects.

Zhang Yi's swordsmanship is perfect, with a green sword with a spiritual weapon, in the future, against the enemy, the effect of spiritual determination is really not big, and when the potential is further in the future, see if you have the opportunity to have "spiritual art"! Spiritual art is a killing move.

250,000 gold coins, although it is very attractive, but for the time being, it is not so important to him, so he will stay in the family to alleviate the crisis of the closure of Zhangjiaduo Fang City.

"Young master, young master...... What are you thinking?" Zhang Yi came back to his senses and found that Xiaohe was shaking his hands in front of his eyes.

"It's nothing! what did you just say?" Zhang Yi stretched out his hand and scratched his head, smiling awkwardly to hide the indecency just now.

"I said, if Xiao He didn't guess wrong, the auction will be held in Nancheng tomorrow, and there will be a lot of people going there at that time! Could it be that the young master also wants to go and join in the fun?" Xiao He opened his round and beautiful eyes, looked at Zhang Yi with blinking eyes, and said suspiciously.

Although Zhang Yi has always lived in the mountains, he has been with Yuwenqi since he was a child, and he also knows more or less about the yearning chamber of commerce, dueling arena and auction house in Xiaotian City, and he has some expectations in his heart.

"Well, I have this idea, see if there is anything that catches my eye, and by the way, go around the fun places in the heavenly city, and see the world!" Zhang Yi's handsome face, with a little excitement, did not deny it.

Xiaohe had wanted to go to the auction for a long time, and seeing that Zhang Yi really had the intention of going, Xiaohe suddenly got her wish, her beautiful face, like a blooming flower, nodded excitedly and said yes, for fear that Zhang Yi would change her hexagram.

......

After Zhang Yi visited his parents, he came to a no-man's land and practiced his latent skills and basic swordsmanship.

These have become Zhang Yi's daily essential homework, with the practice of latent skills, his own potential is also increasing slightly, but what has increased is only potential and latent sensitivity, as for the latent vein, this has entered the realm of peeping diving, and the latent vein is like a stone sinking into the sea, not moving at all, and there is no progress.

Zhang Yi practiced until the evening, and after dinner, he rested early, and the small injuries left by the last time he killed eight voyeur powerhouses also recovered overnight.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yi greeted Zhang Ji and Wang Shuangping, took tens of thousands of gold coins from the vault, and went to Nancheng with Xiaohe without bringing his family.

The southern city in the heavenly city is extremely prosperous, and it is the hub of many roads, and the pedestrians are almost one by one, including famous and dignitaries, as well as ordinary people.

There were all kinds of voices in the streets, the sounds of street hawkers, the sounds of speech, the crying of babies, and the voices of talented people...... It adds a lively scene to the bustling southern city.

The two walked all the way, Zhang Yi walked in front, his face was full of curiosity, looking east and west, for Zhang Yi, who has been living in the deep mountains, everything in the heavenly city is very strange.

Xiaohe was panting and followed behind Zhang Yi, wailing again and again.

"Young Master, Young Master, slow down!" Xiao He stopped, held his knees with both hands, and gasped for breath.

Zhang Yi went in here and came out there along the way, it felt very fresh, if it wasn't for Xiaohe's voice at this moment, Zhang Yi really forgot that there was someone behind him.

Zhang Yi heard the voice of Xiaohe behind him, stopped, and found an old beggar in the corner of his eye.

The old beggar is skinny and bone-covered, and there is a little beggar of the same age as Zhang Yi behind him, and he really can't find it if he doesn't look closely.

An old man and a young man hid in the corner, holding a discolored steamed bun in their hands, and munched on it.

Zhang Yi recalled that when he first arrived in Huazi City, he was just like them, his whole body was in tatters, and he had been hungry all day, but now when he saw them, he was moved by compassion.

At this time, Xiaohe also chased after him, and saw Zhang Yi suddenly stop in front of the two beggars, his face was slightly dissatisfied, but he didn't squeak at the moment.

Two beggars, an old man and a young man, concentrated on eating discolored and moldy steamed buns, but did not notice Zhang Yi's arrival.

Zhang Yi took out five or six gold coins and handed them to the old beggar.

The old beggar noticed it, raised his head and saw the gold coin in Zhang Yi's hand, and was ecstatic to receive it in his hand, and praised again and again: "Thank you Gongzi, thank you Gongzi......"

These five or six gold coins are not much, but they are not a lot, at least for them, a month is enough for them to have food and clothing without worry.

Zhang Yi didn't speak, and when he turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly felt his latent vein, one of the potential of "righteousness", which had become much stronger, and even the other two incidental potentials had also increased.

At this moment, a fortune teller came behind Zhang Yi, with an ordinary face, about thirty, holding a flag in his hand, on which eight big characters were written: "Lotte knows his fate and does not worry".

"Senior brother, don't come unharmed!" the fortune teller moved his footsteps and came to Zhang Yi's eyes.

What made Zhang Yi feel a little strange was that this fortune teller actually called himself "senior brother"?

"Oh, who are you?" Zhang Yi stared at the fortune teller for a moment, his expression was puzzled, and his tone was quite funny.

"It's me, senior brother, don't you remember me, I'm your junior brother!" the fortune teller tried to explain to Zhang Yi.

"Since I am your senior brother, then you and I should be the same teacher, so who is the master?" Zhang Yi asked.

"Master, his old man's name can't be said, can't be said!" The fortune teller thought for a long time, and said with a cautious look, and Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment.

"Young master, don't believe him, he's a liar. Xiaohe knew that Zhang Yi had lived in the mountains for a long time and had a pure heart, so he was afraid that he would be deceived.

"Do you know the name of the young master?" Zhang Yi continued to ask with interest.

"Senior brother said and laughed, how could the junior brother not know the name of the senior brother?" The fortune teller smiled, and without waiting for Zhang Yi's words to continue: "Look at my memory, the senior brother is still practicing now, and it is reasonable to not know the senior brother!"

Hearing the fortune teller's words, Zhang Yi shook his head, he couldn't even say his name, and kept saying that he was his junior brother, how could Zhang Yi not know that he was a liar?

"What advice does the junior brother have here?" Zhang Yi's eyes moved, and he saw that what he asked was not answered, which was already expected.

Xiaohe saw that Zhang Yi had no intention of leaving, and although he was anxious, he could only accompany and wait for Zhang Yi, and when he was deceived into giving money, he was persuading.

The people passing by the roadside looked here more or less, and some looked at Zhang Yi like idiots.

"Senior brother, don't get me wrong, the junior brother just passed by here and noticed a "Haoran righteousness" rushing straight into the sky, so he chased it, and then he found that the righteousness was sent by the senior brother!" The fortune teller's deep eyes seemed to be able to see through Zhang Yi's whole body, and he inspected for a moment.

Zhang Yi was shocked in his heart, and suddenly felt like he was being seen through, and he was very uncomfortable.