Fang Zhongjin was welcomed into the main seat by Zhu Quan in the surprised eyes of everyone. Lu'er and Ji Changan sat behind him. At this time, the two of them were confused by the second monk in their hearts, why did Fang Zhongjin become Zhu Quan's guest by throwing a kumquat? Could it be that Zhu Quan also looked at Zhu Gaocan and wanted to help the whole kid?

Fortunately, Zhu Quan opened his mouth for the two of them and asked, "I don't know what the names of the real people in the Cyclamen and Wudang Sect are?"

It turned out that Zhu Quan could see at a glance that Fang Zhongjin's technique of throwing kumquat was the Wudang faction's technique of throwing hidden weapons. Although he himself does not know martial arts, he believes in Taoism. Taoism was the state religion of the Ming Dynasty, and the current saint Zhu Di himself is highly respected by the Wudang faction. As soon as he ascended the throne, he sent a large number of craftsmen to Wudang Mountain to repair the Taoist temple. The Wudang faction has simply become a royal family temple.

However, several masters on Wudang Mountain are a little eccentric and are not disturbed by the worldly red dust. They took this royal courtesy very lightly, and this attitude continued until the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Although Zhu Di admires Wudang, he is the most secular and pyrotechnic emperor. However, his younger brother Zhu Quan was only more obsessed with Taoism than his elder brother. Not only did he study many Taoist classics, but he also liked to wear Taoist robes to show people. Not to mention giving himself a Taoist name called Han Xuzi. He regarded those wizards in the Wudang faction as celestials, and he also knew that Fang Zhongjin's method of throwing kumquat was the Wudang secret weapon technique. It's just that he sees Fang Zhongjin as a handsome son, obviously not a Taoist priest. Therefore, I didn't dare to call him a Taoist leader, and only called him a cyclamen.

Fang Zhongjin secretly said ashamed in his heart, this time he was right again. His secret weapon kung fu was taught by Mayoko in a cave. No one in the Wudang faction knew about him, and even the painter who gave him the secret book of the internal strength and mental method should have forgotten about him a long time ago.

But Fang Zhongjin has always known that Zhu Quan has good respect for the Wudang faction and respects him. Before entering the first floor, I found that the stone path of the garden was arranged according to the direction of the eight trigrams. As soon as he saw Zhu Quan wearing a Taoist robe, he said in his heart that this King Ning might have some connections with the Wudang faction. I want to show this hand, and the set is almost. He didn't even expect that he would be courteous to Zhu Quan, and said in his heart why not pretend anymore, maybe Zhu Quan would give the wine to him, but save the trouble later.

He pretended to be unfazed and said: "The next family has lived at the foot of Wudang Mountain for generations. It is also regarded as some field property, which is constantly worshiped for Wudang every year, so I have the fate to meet with several real people. Because there was a Taoist master on the mountain who loved to draw and was quite good with me, he taught me some kung fu. Just because he said that I was not suitable to be a Taoist priest, he did not let me enter the meditation and practice. This Taoist chief is also a teacher and friend to me, and his feelings are not ordinary. ”

These words made Zhu Quan a little suspicious. If you talk about the painting idiot on Wudang Mountain, then it must be that one. It's just that the rules of Wudang Mountain have always been strict, even if that one behaves funny, he shouldn't teach the unique secrets of the Wudang faction to others.

Zhu Quan had doubts in his heart, so he couldn't help but appear on his face slightly. Lu'er could see it clearly, she secretly shook her head at Fang Zhongjin, Fang Zhongjin and her had been born and died many times, and they had already cooperated tacitly. As soon as he saw the deer signal, he knew that Zhu Quan didn't believe him, and said nonsense: "This friend of mine recently fell in love with painting pictures of beautiful ladies, but he said that my cousin really came out of a painting, and he once painted a picture for her himself." ”

Lu'er's face was slightly red when he said this, and he lowered his head shyly. Zhu Quan remembered that the painting idiot did fall in love with the lady a while ago. And a picture of a goddess called "Lingbo Fairy Dust Socks" is regarded as a treasure, and people are invited to enjoy and comment everywhere. He himself was fortunate to see this picture of the goddess, and Zhu Quan compared the goddess in his impression with the deer in front of him. I found that the eyebrows and eyes were quite similar. He no longer doubted it now, and was convinced that Fang Zhongjin and the others were a big family that had lived at the foot of Wudang Mountain for generations and had good friends with the Wudang faction.

At this time, Zhu Quan's attitude towards Fang Zhongjin was less courteous, but more very affectionate. He patted Fang Zhongjin on the shoulder and said, "The little brother is really blessed, he can get the favor of several real people, and he has also learned the Wudang magic technique." I really envy this king. Fang Zhongjin saw that he was finally no longer suspicious of his origin, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

As he was talking, the sound of silk and bamboo on the stage suddenly stopped. A group of string masters and dancing girls saluted the group of the four stands, and the maids led them off the stage. Everyone in the stands on the ninth floor was in high spirits, and the world's first auction conference was finally about to begin.

About a dozen maids each carried a small brocade table on the stage. On each small table is a small box of beautiful camphor wood. The box was pinched with gold wire and painted with colored powder. Shine in the candlelight in the lobby. The maids opened the camphor wood boxes one by one with their soft and fair wrists. The treasure hidden in the chest was displayed in front of everyone.

The visitors on the ninth floor of the first floor of the sky all gasped when they saw the many treasures in the treasure chest. Among them, there are rare treasures such as a large statue of Guanyin carved from Hetian seed jade, a manuscript of Yan Zhenqing, and an Oriental katana. Fang Zhongjin looked at all the treasures auctioned, and his heart couldn't help but feel cold, none of these boxes contained wine. Could it be that this time I guessed completely wrong, and it took a long time to pounce?

Fang Zhongjin's disappointed expression looked in Zhu Quan's eyes, but it made him secretly surprised. He said in his heart: This kid really seems to have some way. None of the lots he had prepared for this auction were not rare, but none of them could get into the eyes of this kid.

There was another auctioneer in the stands, and he first explained to the distinguished guests on the first floor what an auction was and how to conduct an auction. From left to right, one by one, he explained the rarity of the treasures to the nobles in the stands. The auctioneer's knowledge of the story and the ingenuity of the auctioneer described these treasures as rare treasures that were difficult to find in ancient times. The distinguished guests in the stands have their favorite lots.

The auctioneer presided over the bidding, and the distinguished guests in the stands gradually mastered the skills of the auction and began to bid one after another. After more than an hour, several treasures have their owners. Fang Zhongjin had already given up in his heart, thinking that today was indeed a trip for nothing. Unexpectedly, a group of maids closed the boxes on the table one by one, and after lifting the brocade table, another group of maids carried another batch of brocade tables. There is also a chest on each brocade table.

Fang Zhongjin's eyes lit up, and he said in his heart that there were really other treasures. At this time, Zhu Quan said to Fang Zhongjin: "None of the previous lots are eye-catching? That's a pity." The next lots were not prepared by the king, but were consigned by various nobles at the king's auction. Although they all have their own curiosities, they are inevitably inferior to those I prepared. ”

Sure enough, when the maids opened the box, the lot inside did not cause the same commotion as before. It's just that there is a box that is different, and there is white smoke coming out of it, but those with good eyesight see that the white smoke coming out of the box is not a firework, but a circle of ice. The maid reached into the box and took out another of it. This time I opened the box inside, and finally caused everyone to whisper. It turned out that there were three glass bottles in the box, which were filled with a dark red liquid. There is a small picture on the outside of the glass bottle. I don't know what the hell is drawn on it.

Most of the people on the field didn't know what it was, they just thought it looked weird. There are also some people who guess that it may be a Western wine. However, because the theft of Ouchi Gongjiu was strictly kept secret to the outside world, no one thought that it might be stolen goods.

At this time, Fang Zhongjin suddenly turned his head to Zhu Quan and said, "This thing looks very good, I don't know how to auction it?"