(The second update - it seems that everyone is distressed and sympathetic to the author, and I am afraid that the author will be more tired during the holidays, so I don't vote...... ）

At dusk the next day, Chen Tang got in the carriage that picked him up and drove towards the Xinyu Pavilion—before that, he had never heard of this place, let alone been there.

When I arrived at the location, I got off the car and saw that it was a big garden, and there were two mighty stone lions at the door, which was extraordinary. There are also several family members guarding the door, and if they want to enter, they have to hold a sign and check that they are correct before they can enter.

This place should be a private manor, and the owner is obviously either rich or expensive.

Hu Yuan was busy with foreign affairs and couldn't come to pick up Chen Tang, but the sign indicating his identity had been handed over to the coachman.

There was a sign, and it was easy to enter the garden, led by a housekeeper, through the cloister, and finally to a hall.

There were already seven or eight people in the hall, sitting there, drinking fragrant tea, they looked up at Chen Tang, but they only glanced at it, and then ignored it.

After Chen Tang sat down, he couldn't help but secretly look at these people, there were monks and Taoists, and some of them were pretending to be men, and he felt the strong blood on their bodies, and his heart sank:

These people are all strong warriors above the middle level of the inner family, and they must be uneducated, and they are very good. is much more powerful than Zhao Sanye and Zhan Yangchun.

There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, although Chen Tang has a great opportunity, has practiced the qi of heaven and man, and has a sword box by his side, but he will never feel that he can stand alone in the world and be invincible.

It's still far from it.

Not to mention anything else, if you don't like it, it will give Chen Tang a headache, and he will be helpless, if he can beat it, why talk nonsense? Just do it!

Whether it is "Nine Extreme Techniques" or "Grass Mang's Sword Technique", the lethal power of the two martial arts depends on the strength of the qi of heaven and man. It's just that this breath is not easy to raise, if you follow the step-by-step, day by day, day by week, if you want to practice the climate, you really have to persevere, go through a long time.

Unfortunately, the world is becoming more and more dangerous, and crises are lurking, and I can't wait that long.

The reason why Chen Tang wanted to participate in this party through Hu Yuan, in addition to selling words, also wanted to expand his circle to see if he could meet new opportunities.

There is tea on the small coffee table, as well as delicate pastries and so on. He was hungry, so he ate it unceremoniously, and it was very delicious.

Not long after, a plate of dim sum entered the stomach. The maid serving next to her took the empty plate away, and soon filled it again, and smiled sweetly at Chen Tang: "Son, please use it slowly." ”

As a maid of a large family, there are many people who serve, and her vision is unusual. Although Chen Tang is dressed plainly, being able to sit here speaks for itself. Coupled with being young and clear-eyed, he is very pleasing to people.

This maid naturally has to be more courteous, in case Chen Tang takes a fancy to him and asks to go, it will be good - the powerful family, whether it is a concubine or a maid, there is a custom of giving each other.

How did Chen Tang know that this maid wanted this, so she only ate tightly.

After waiting for a while, several more people came and sat on their chairs.

Finally, Hu Yuanwai, who came in with him was an old man in a purple robe, about sixty years old, with a white face and beard, wearing a gauze hat, with a thin body, and his eyes were dizzy, as if he had no mind.

"I've seen the factory. ”

The people present stood up one after another and saluted the old man respectfully.

Chen Tang also stood up, thinking that this person should be the owner of Xinyu Pavilion, named "Factory Gong", could it be a eunuch?

The factory man smiled and said, "You don't have to be polite, we just came to take a look, say hello, and have to leave soon." ”

Hearing this shrill tone, Chen Tang immediately affirmed: It was indeed a eunuch, commonly known as a "eunuch".

After a few pleasantries, the factory left. From beginning to end, he only glanced at Chen Tang.

Hu Yuanwai is obviously familiar with everyone, showing the means of long-sleeved dancing, this talking, that laughing, mingling.

After a while, Hu Yuanwai stood at the top and said loudly: "Don't talk about it, hurry up, tonight's replacement party will start now." Everyone knows the rules, so they take out what they want to sell. ”

Soon, there were thirteen people in total, one for each of them, and thirteen things. Hu Yuan is the host outside, it doesn't count.

Chen Tang sat below, and his understanding of the Hu family was deeper, and the other party's background and connections could really be described as "unfathomable".

He took out the scroll of words, placed it on the coffee table, and then looked curiously at the other people's things, and saw that there were different types, some were weapons, some were boxes, which might contain secret tips, or medicinal herbs, and so on, some were strangely shaped, and they were so strange that they could not be named, and some were just a piece of black and stubborn iron......

At the same time, the men were looking at each other's offerings. If you find someone who is interested, you will come over to negotiate immediately, discuss in a low voice, and bargain.

Some eyes also swept over, but they only glanced at Chen Tang's scroll, and then lost interest.

The scroll is very new, and at first glance it is a new work of calligraphy and painting. The greatest value of calligraphy and painting is that it contains a literary atmosphere.

However, ordinary literary works are sold for two or three hundred yuan on the market. In the major calligraphy and painting shops in the capital, there are sales almost every day. After all, there are a large number of literati living in the capital, and the number of works produced is naturally much larger than that of Panzhou.

Jiangnan is prosperous in literature and ink, and it is better than the capital.

Martial arts monks, when they cultivate to a certain level, they really need to absorb the literary qi and cultivate their spiritual temperament. However, the source of the literary atmosphere is quite rich, such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and all arts. And the higher the realm, the more picky the demand, and the idle calligraphy and painting are not looked at at all.

When he was in Panzhou, Zhan Yangchun's requirements for works were higher than those of Zhao Sanye. Zhao Sanye is a wide open door and takes the initiative to collect words, as long as there is a literary atmosphere, it can be described as "hungry and hungry". However, Zhan Yangchun is different, much more exquisite. He once asked Chen Tang to write a word, but Chen Tang never wrote it.

In the final analysis, the role of Wenqi is only a kind of adjustment, not the main ingredient. Its "value" is also relative.

All the people attending the meeting are beyond Zhan Yangchun and are at a higher level, and their vision is of course higher. And whether it is Chen Tang himself or the scroll he took out, the first impression presented by him is difficult to eye. Probably a gate valve descendant, who went through the door and was supported by others, was able to participate in this party.

This has happened a few times before.

Everyone is used to seeing each other, they first communicate with each other, and finally when they have time, they will come to see Chen Tang's things.

was snubbed, Chen Tang was mentally prepared, he didn't expect the party introduced by Hu Yuanwai to be so high-end, and for a while, it was difficult to find a topic to cut into.

Looking around, if he realized something, Chen Tang seemed to have discovered something, and immediately looked intently, and saw an object on a coffee table, which was a copper seal. In the Mud Pill Palace, the fish-shaped breath was ready to move.