Shu Guan's gaze turned to the source of the sound.
It was a man sitting in the corner. He looked to be in his forties. He was tall, unshaven, with a weathered face. He was wearing a short coat, with his sleeves rolled up high, revealing two muscles. Knotted arms.
"a knife."
Shu Guan looked at the burly and unassuming man and said.
The burly man pondered for a moment and said:
"I'm not too sure. You can show me the knife first. If I can repair it, we can talk about the price."
"Can."
Shu Point nodded and said.
The knife he wanted to repair was naturally the broken knife left behind by the cultivator who followed them when Ao Tian went through the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation.
The knife was cut off by Shu Guan's sharp knife.
Later, I heard Chen Shanming, the headmaster of Donghu Academy in Yuzhang City, introduce the efficacy of the life-returning knife. Shu Guan found that the knife was actually very suitable for Han Biao to use, so he regretted that he came to this gathering of practitioners today. Wanted to see if anyone could help fix it.
At this time, this burly man was a strong man in the Fetal Movement Realm. If he practiced the art of weapon refining, he would indeed be much stronger than his fourth senior brother Qiu Yang.
"But I didn't bring that knife today."
Then Shu Guan said.
"I live at No. 63 Gaojia Street. You can bring it to me directly."
The burly man said this.
It seems that this burly man doesn't mind others knowing his details.
Looking at the expressions of other people around him, it seemed that many people knew this burly man.
This is the same as the drugstore owner who just handed out business cards everywhere. A practitioner like this who follows the alchemy and refining method naturally needs to know more people before he can get business.
"I don't know what you call me."
Then Shu Guan asked again.
"Luo Sheng."
The burly man said two words concisely and concisely.
Shu Guan nodded to him and sat down.
His purpose of coming here today has been half achieved. Next, it depends on whether the practitioner named Luo Sheng can repair the life-returning knife.
The trade fair continued, while Shu Guan watched with a completely bystander mentality.
It wasn't until ten minutes later that a practitioner took out something.
They were several ancient-looking parchment scrolls sewn together.
When this old man with a goatee and an appearance of about sixty years old took out this ancient parchment, he glanced at the parchment with his careless eyes.
The next moment, his eyes suddenly shrank.
The old man with the goatee held up the parchment and said to Mr. No. 7:
"Dear Mr. No. 7, I have something here, but I don't know what it is. I would like to ask Mr. No. 7 to help me identify it."
"bring here."
The old man with the goatee quickly came to Mr. No. 7 with the sheepskin scroll and handed it over respectfully.
Mr. No. 7 took the parchment and took a look at it.
It turned out that Mr. No. 7 was lying leisurely on the back of the chair and opened the parchment in a nonchalant manner.
Just a few seconds later, he suddenly sat upright and looked down at the parchment in his hand.
Although Mr. No. 7 was wearing a pig-head mask and could not see the expression on his face, it could still be seen from the posture of his body that he was looking very seriously and carefully at this time.
Mr. No. 7 read it for about twenty minutes, from the first page to the last page.
Of course, the entire parchment actually only has four pages.
When Mr. No. 7 saw the fifth minute, whispers began to ring out in the room.
When Mr. No. 7 saw the eighth minute, almost everyone in the room began to stare intently at the parchment in his hand.
Because everyone has already guessed that this parchment must be something very remarkable, otherwise Mr. No. 7 would not have been able to read it so carefully for so long.
Some of the more senior members know that Mr. No. 7's ability to identify treasures is one of the best among the top fifteen members.
When Mr. No. 7 saw the fifteenth minute, at least 90% of the practitioners in the room had already decided to obtain the parchment at any cost.
After looking at it extremely seriously for twenty minutes, Mr. No. 7 finally raised his head, looked at the old man with the goatee, and asked a question.
"Where did you get this?"
The face of the old man with the goatee now showed an expression of surprise and joy.
Because he has also realized from Mr. No. 9's actions just now that his thing is unusual.
"I found it when I was sorting out the belongings of an old friend."
The old man with the goatee said with a trembling expression:
"My old friend has no relatives or disciples, so when his death is approaching, he asked me to help him take care of his funeral. My old friend passed away just a few days ago."
"When I was sorting through his belongings, I found that these parchments were a little unusual, but I had never heard my old friend mention them before, so I brought them here to Mr. No. 7 for you to see."
"Mr. No. 7, is this parchment very precious?"
Then the old man with the goatee asked again in an expectant tone.
"What path are you practicing?"
Mr. No. 7 took a deep look at the old man with the goatee, but instead of questioning whether what the old man with the goatee said about the origin of the parchment was true or false, he asked the old man with the goatee again.
The old man with the goatee was slightly startled and then said:
"I know some techniques to control beasts."
“It turns out it’s the path of a medium.”
Mr. No. 7 nodded, and a burst of laughter came from under the pig-head mask.
"This parchment of yours is indeed very precious."
"But it's of no value to you."
"These parchment scrolls should be the fragments of some kind of secret art. The grade of this secret art is very high. Unfortunately, these pages of parchment scrolls are only a very small part of that secret art. With this alone, There is absolutely no way to master the secret art with just a few pages of fragments, and even a true immortal cannot get a glimpse of the entire secret art with just a few pages of fragments."
"And this secret technique should belong to the hexagram path. Those who are not practitioners in the hexagram path will naturally not be able to practice the secret technique."
Mr. No. 7 finished speaking, and the original surprise on the face of the old man with the goatee slowly dissipated, leaving only a deep sense of disappointment and a hint of regret.
The other practitioners in the room also looked disappointed at this time.
Mr. No. 7 thought for a moment and then said a few more words.
"These parchments have no meaning to the vast majority of practitioners."
"But these pages of parchment are, after all, an extremely rare and rare item. It is an item that belongs to the immortal level, and may even be more desirable. I think everyone here will never have the chance to get it again in their lifetime. Haha, although it is just a fragment."
"Of course, the road to immortality is long, and everyone has their own opportunities. No one can say that one day, I will be able to collect the complete fragments of this secret technique."
"So if you are interested and have enough financial resources, I would suggest you collect it."
"So Mr. No. 7, what do you think is the right price for this parchment scroll?"
The old man with the goatee asked quickly again.
Under the pig head mask, a low laugh came out again:
"This kind of thing is something that has a price but no market. Those who want it are willing to get it no matter how much the price is. But for those who don't want it, it is worthless."
"So you decide what price you want to sell it for."
The old man with the goatee turned around and said loudly to everyone in the room:
"Is there anyone willing to collect this?"
Everyone in the room heard what Mr. No. 7 said just now. Naturally, most people lost interest in those parchments at this time.
But some people are still interested.
For example, at this time, a practitioner covered in black robes asked the old man with a goatee:
"How much do you want to sell?"
The old man with the goatee seemed to think for a moment and then said:
"You also heard what Mr. No. 7 said just now. These parchment scrolls are at least treasures of the immortal level and above, so they are worth at least 200,000 silver dollars, or they can be exchanged for items of the same value."
The black-robed cultivator burst out laughing and said:
"But Mr. No. 7 also said that this thing is actually useless and can only be used as a collection."
"So I can only pay 10,000 silver dollars at most, just for fun."
"This is impossible!"
The old man with the goatee shouted angrily.
The price offered by the black-robed cultivator was too high for his expectations. It was more like breaking bones than breaking bones, which naturally angered him.
The black-robed cultivator shrugged indifferently and stopped talking.
The meaning of this action is very obvious. It means that if you don't agree, forget it.
In the room, no one bid for a while.
The old man with the goatee's face became a little ugly. He hesitated, gritted his teeth, and said to the black-robed practitioner:
"One hundred thousand silver dollars, at least."
"Ten thousand silver dollars is the most."
The black-robed cultivator still smiled and said this.
The old man with the goatee froze, then sneered and said:
"Even if I throw it away, I can't sell it to you for ten thousand silver dollars!"
"casual."
The black-robed cultivator had a good temper and was not angry. He just replied with two words indifferently.
The old man with the goatee turned a little gloomy, then turned around, trying to take back the pages of the parchment from the hands of Mr. No. 7.
The few parchments just now were always held in Mr. No. 7's hands.
At this time, Mr. No. 7 said something.
"For one hundred thousand silver dollars, I will accept this thing. Of course, if there are other members who are willing to buy it at this price, I will never compete with them."
The face of the old man with the goatee suddenly showed a look of surprise and surprise.
Originally, after Mr. No. 7 appraised the value of the parchment rolls, the old man with the goatee was extremely disappointed. He had no hope for the asking price of 200,000 yuan. But if he could sell these parchment rolls for 100,000 yuan now, If so, he was actually extremely satisfied.
As for whether Mr. No. 7 would deliberately belittle members' things so that he could buy them at a low price, the more senior members in this room all know that it is impossible.
The reputation of the Esoteric Order was not built overnight.
Mr. No. 7 has been hosting fairs like this for hundreds of years, and the temptation he has experienced is never the only one.
And as long as you can't control yourself and get discovered once, it will be difficult to re-establish your collapsed reputation.
So the old man with the goatee never doubted that Mr. No. 7 would lie to him.
Just when the old man with the goatee was about to nod, another voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
"Can you show me those parchments?"
The old man with the goatee immediately turned his head and went away after hearing the voice, only to see that the person speaking was a young man sitting by the door.
The old man with the goatee had some impressions of this young man. Just now, the young man seemed to be looking for someone to help him repair some kind of human-immortal magic weapon.
When the old man with the goatee turned his head, Mr. No. 7 also looked up at the young man at the door.
Mr. No. 7 looked a little surprised.
Because at this moment, those who are still interested in these parchments must not be simple.
However, Mr. No. 7 still waved his hand, and the parchment in his hand flew slowly towards the young man at the door.
Shu Guan raised his hand to catch the parchment and glanced down.
His expression was as calm as water, but his heart was already turbulent.
...I really saw it right...
When the old man with the goatee took out these scrolls, Shu Guan's eyes kept falling on the scrolls and never left them.
As for the reason, it should be that those sheepskin scrolls look almost identical to the ones in the Shanjiguan Taoist Cangge that record the secret technique of the One Palm Sutra.
The Yi Zhang Sutra compiled by Shu Guan was originally only a fragment.
So as soon as he saw these pieces of parchment, Shu Guan's heart started to beat faster.
As for the reason why he had resisted making a bid, firstly, he did not want to show his eagerness too obviously, and also because he wanted to wait to see if others could cut the price lower.
But now, he couldn't wait any longer.
Because he had practiced the Yi Zhang Sutra, he knew very well how mysterious this secret technique was, so if those pages of parchment were really the fragments of the Yi Palm Sutra, he would get it at all costs.
When Shu Guan took these pieces of sheepskin into his hands, he was 100% sure that this was the fragment of the One Palm Sutra without even looking through it.
But Shu Guan still looked at the parchment, seemingly looking at it seriously for a while.
Although he was so excited at the moment that he couldn't focus on reading the words on the parchment.
After a few minutes of pretending to look at all four parchment scrolls, Shu Guan raised his head with a hesitant expression on his face, and finally said as if he had finally made up his mind:
"One hundred thousand silver dollars, I want this."
For the second time, everyone's eyes in the room fell on Shu Guan's face.
This young man, the practitioner in this room, has never been seen by anyone except Yang Ruijun before, but today he has attracted everyone's attention twice.
Mr. No. 7 also observed the young man carefully for the second time.
When he took a closer look at this cultivator who had hidden his true appearance for the first time, he was very interested.
But now this time, it is a bit solemn.
Then, he asked Shuguan a question.
"Can I ask, why did you spend one hundred thousand silver dollars to buy this thing?"
(End of chapter)
