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As the bell rang, the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce auction officially began.
A kind-faced old man in yellow robe walked onto the high platform, behind him two servants in gray carried a wooden box that was as long as one person.
The wooden box was opened, and the old man in yellow robe took out a bronze oil lamp, a bamboo stick, and a pair of straw sandals.
"These three items come from Putuo Temple in Wangzhou. As you can see, they are oil lamps, bamboo sticks, and straw sandals." The old man in yellow robe said with a smile:
"Don't underestimate these three items. They were all blessed by the world-famous Master Kuzhu!
It can bless the holder with wealth, happiness, wealth and longevity.
The starting price is one hundred taels of gold! "
There was a burst of noise in the whole place. Wangzhou Putuo Temple is one of the famous temples in Daxia. Master Kuzhu among them is an accomplished monk. The objects he has blessed are very useful to people who often walk in the business place. Said to have a great magical power.
"Two hundred taels!"
"I'll give you five hundred taels!"
"Six hundred and fifty taels!"
"..."
Everyone kept bidding, and Zhao Wujiang frowned, thinking that these people are really stupid and have too much money. Let's not talk about whether the so-called Kuzhu Master who has been blessed has such great magic power. Even if he does, these three things are really real. It’s hard to tell if it’s fake, maybe it was picked up in some small alley.
In the end, these three items were photographed by a rich businessman with a big belly for a thousand taels of gold. Taking pictures of such treasures made him smile, but he was even more proud that he surpassed everyone else and won it. I feel so happy about this thing.
"The next piece is the Huangshan Longevity Stone." The old man in yellow robe asked someone to carry up a stone. It was as small as the size of an adult human brain, but when viewed from an angle, it looked like the word "Shou". Everyone present could not help but sigh. The miraculous craftsmanship of nature attracted bids one after another.
Zhao Wujiang watched boredly.
"What doesn't Mr. Zhao take pictures of?"
Feng Xueer sat next to Zhao Wujiang and asked softly.
Zhao Wujiang slowly shook his head:
"I don't have anything I like yet..."
Feng Xueer's body slowly approached, and the fragrant wind lingered:
"As for what Mr. Zhao likes, Xue'er can help you keep an eye on it at the Chamber of Commerce."
Behind them, Qin Chen's eyes were like daggers, staring at Zhao Wujiang and Feng Xue'er. Feng Xue'er's delicate body leaned sideways, and her shoulders were almost touching Zhao Wujiang's body.
Qin Chen's molars were almost broken, and his heart was filled with anger. He wished he could chop Zhao Wujiang alive on the spot.
Everyone kept shouting prices, and the old man in yellow robe kept ordering his servants to bring up items one by one.
"The next item is the original work of the painting saint Wu Daozi - the picture of a chicken pecking at rice in the Ten Miles of Green Mountains." The old man in yellow robe gently stroked his beard, took a wooden box handed over by the servant, took out a roll of canvas from it, and slowly spread it out open.
The painting depicts a stretch of green hills, with a mountain village in the green hills. Five chickens, about two and a half years old, are pecking at the dirt. They are lifelike. The whole painting gives people an extraordinarily peaceful and peaceful feeling. feel.
Moreover, what the old man in yellow robe said came from the painting sage Wu Daozi, which undoubtedly added great value to the painting.
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. When he saw this painting, for some reason he felt a power that broke through the sky under the tranquil appearance.
"Huang Lao, Wu Daozi's "Ten Miles of Green Mountains with Chickens Pecking at Rice" painting. I was lucky enough to see the original painting in the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of Industry. Where did this painting that is being auctioned now come from?
The minister of the Ministry of Industry has always been fond of calligraphy and painting, so it is impossible to sell this painting. "
Someone spoke and questioned.
"Could it be a fake?"
"It's a bit like it. You see, the ink in this painting is a bit shallow. Wu Daozi's painting skills are extraordinary, and he can penetrate the back of the paper. The ink in this painting is wrong..."
"..."
More and more people are questioning. The old man in yellow robe looked stiff. Could it be that the Chamber of Commerce has received counterfeit goods? What's worse, I've been hunting geese all day long and my eyes have been pecked by geese.
No, we have to recover some of the losses... He coughed in embarrassment:
"The starting price for this painting is five hundred..."
He glanced at everyone's faces and coughed again:
"Five hundred coins."
"Bang..." The crowd made a sound, not buying it. Who would buy a fake? The point is not that there is more money, but that if you buy a fake, you will be ridiculed by others.
Zhao Wujiang stepped forward: "Can I check it out?"
When the old man in yellow robe saw Zhao Wujiang and Feng Xueer sitting together, he frowned and nodded.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes slowly scanned the picture of chickens pecking at rice in the ten-mile green mountain, and there were waves in his eyes.
In the Vajra Indestructible Magic Secret Book, there are many comments from previous masters, and one of them says:
Some martial arts are not simply spread in the form of books, but are taught by word of mouth or practice. One of them is very special, which is hidden in other carriers, such as calligraphy and painting, stone tablets, yellow paper tricks...
There is true meaning in the painting... Zhao Wujiang took a long breath and said slowly:
"Ten taels of gold."
The old man in yellow robe widened his old eyes, felt happy in his heart, and spoke quickly:
"Twelve taels of gold for the first time."
No one answered, but there was a burst of laughter. If you buy a fake for ten taels of gold, you are probably not a fool.
"Twelve taels of gold for the second time..."
"Twelve taels of gold..."
"Fifty taels of gold!" Just when the old man in yellow robe was about to announce, a cold voice came from behind Zhao Wujiang.
He looked back and saw a young man in white clothes with evil and murderous intent in his eyes.
