Shu Guan followed the flow of people up to the second floor and came to room No. 5.
Unlike No. 7, which I visited last time, room No. 5 has a completely different style.
The spacious room is surrounded by tall bookcases connected to the roof. The bookcases are filled with various books. The scattered sofas inside are all wrapped in velvet, giving it a bookish atmosphere.
When other members of the Secret Order came in, the silver-haired old man was sitting on the sofa under a bookcase, holding a book in his hand and seemed to be reading very intently. His glass of red wine was placed on the coffee table next to him.
Shu Guan found a seat and sat down.
Members of the Secret Order came in one after another, and soon most of the sofa seats inside were filled.
At this time, someone sat down on the sofa next to Shu Guan. Shu Guan turned around and took a look. It was an old man with a goatee in his early sixties.
...what a coincidence...
Shu Guan muttered in his heart.
Because this old man with a goatee was the same one who sold him a fragment of the Palm Book last time.
The old man with the goatee also glanced at Shu Guan sitting next to him, his eyes indifferent.
Shu Guan used a different appearance this time, and naturally the old man with the goatee was unrecognizable.
And when the bell on the wall of this room rang ten times, the silver-haired old man put down the book in his hand, waved his hand, and the door of Room 5 slowly closed.
The silver-haired old man showed a smile on his face and said to everyone in the room:
"Most of the members sitting here today know me."
"Of course, there are also many who have only joined the Esoteric Order in the past six months. It is their first time to participate in the trade fair hosted by me, so I still want to introduce myself."
"My name is Yu Shiqi, and my number in the meeting is No. 5. Also, what I am best at is appraising the grade of various Taoist secret books. If you need anything, you can ask me."
"Okay, now the trade fair will officially begin."
Unlike Mr. No. 7 last time, this silver-haired old man not only hosted the trade fair with his true face, but also frankly told everyone in Le that his name.
After finishing speaking, the silver-haired old man named Yu Shiqi picked up the book again and lowered his head to read by himself.
The other members of the Secret Order began to stand up one after another and introduced what they wanted to trade.
Shu Guan waited until the trade fair had been going on for about half an hour. After the previous member finished his transaction, he immediately stood up and took out the transparent test tube containing the lavender liquid.
This is the bottle of poison that killed Zhang Hushan.
"Does anyone know what this is?"
He first asked everyone this question.
Room No. 5 was quiet, and no one answered his question.
At this time, the silver-haired old man who was reading a book raised his head and glanced at Shu Guan's hand.
"If I read it correctly, this should be an elixir refined using the alchemy techniques of the Western Continent."
Then Yu Shiqi said this.
"You're absolutely right."
Shu Guan smiled and nodded at him, then said to the other members in the room:
"I need to know anything related to this bottle of elixir. If anyone can provide information, I am willing to pay you a satisfactory reward."
Unfortunately, after waiting for two or three minutes, the room was still silent.
Shu Guan sat down with some disappointment.
As for the fact that he would be targeted because he took out this bottle of poison, Shu Guan was not worried. He wished that someone would deal with him secretly.
This was one of the reasons why he took out this bottle of poison on such an occasion.
Sometimes if you really can't find any clues to continue investigating, then go fishing.
After Shu Guan sits down, the transaction will continue.
However, there was nothing that interested Shu Guan at today's trade fair.
There are some good things, and there is even a human-immortal magic weapon.
It was a flying sword.
Naturally, Shu Guan would not be interested in such things. He had the bow, knife, and sword left by the old cripple. He would not be tempted by flying swords of this grade.
But it is different for other practitioners.
When the magical flying sword appeared, it was immediately robbed by many people, and was finally sold for three million silver dollars, setting off the first climax of today's trade fair.
This made Shu Guan once again confirm that the quality of the trade fair of this secret order was indeed good. At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh that there were so many rich people among the practitioners!
Speaking of the value of this flying sword, it is actually not as good as the lightning strike wood he took out last time, but the transaction price is fully double that of his lightning strike wood.
After all, at practitioners' trade fairs, weapons and magic weapons and Taoist secret books are the most popular items, and they are also the most popular items.
Time continued to pass, and at the next trade fair, although several good things appeared, they were never as big as the magic weapon-level flying sword.
When the trade fair entered the second half, the old man with a goatee sitting next to Shu Guan stood up leisurely and took something out of his arms.
When the old man with the goatee stood up, Shu Guan was not surprised.
There is a trade meeting. It means that I sold a good thing last time and I can’t trade it again this time. Isn’t it the same for me?
But when Shu looked at what the old man was holding, his pupils suddenly shrank and his heart beat violently.
The old man with the goatee was holding an ancient sheepskin scroll.
"At last month's trade fair, I sold several pages of the same parchment. Perhaps some of you here today also know that, according to Mr. No. 7, what is contained on this parchment is a science that is likely to transcend. The Taoist techniques of the hexagrams and paths of heavenly immortals.”
"Last time, I only took out a few pages. In fact, I have more here."
The old man with the goatee said proudly.
"Now I have taken out all these parchments. There are eight pages in total. I wonder if anyone is willing to buy them."
There were whispers in the room. It seemed that the practitioners who had participated in the trade fair last month still had fresh memories of that transaction.
"Can you show it to me?"
At this time, almost everyone in the fair was reading. Yu Shiqi, who did not raise his head even when the magical flying sword appeared, finally put down the book again and said this.
"Don't worry, I'm not cultivating the hexagram path."
He smiled at the old man with the goatee.
What he meant was that he would not secretly learn this Taoist technique while looking through the parchment.
The old goat-fat man seemed to hesitate for a moment, then raised his wrist, and the parchment slowly flew towards Yu Shiqi.
Shu Guan stared at the parchment and suppressed his violent heartbeat.
He was sitting next to the old man with the goatee and could see clearly, so he was extremely sure that the parchment scroll was exactly the same as the fragment of the One Palm Sutra.
Yu Shiqi took the parchment and looked through it briefly. A rather shocked and surprised expression appeared on her face that had always seemed calm and calm tonight.
He slowly raised his head, looked at the old man with the goatee and said:
"No. 7 is right. This is indeed an extremely amazing Taoist art, and it is not a simple divination art. If I read it correctly, this should be an ancient immortal art, specially designed to avoid three evil spirits. The secret technique of bringing disaster and harm.”
"And your eight-page parchment contains a complete Taoist technique. Unfortunately, it lacks the general outline, so it still cannot be truly practiced successfully."
As Yu Shiqi spoke, she returned the sheepskin volume to the old man with the goatee.
While he was speaking, Shu Guan listened very carefully.
The fragments of the Yi Zhang Sutra have been placed in the Daozang Pavilion of Shan Si Kuan for more than two thousand years. The practitioners of Shan Si Kuan in the past generations only regarded it as an ordinary and defective divination technique. .
This was the first time he had seen someone see some clues about the origins of Yi Zhang Jing. Yu Shiqi said that he was good at identifying various Taoist classics, but he was really not bragging.
But what did he mean by the secret technique to avoid the three disasters?
What are the three disasters?
"What price are you going to charge for this parchment?"
Then Shu Guan only heard Yu Shiqi ask the old man with the goatee.
The old man with the goatee seemed to think for a moment and then said:
"Last time I bought a four-page parchment for 200,000 silver dollars. This time it has eight pages, and it is a complete Taoist art. So it cannot be less than 500,000 silver dollars."
Yu Shiqi nodded and said:
“The price is very reasonable.”
"Although it is impossible to truly master this Taoist technique without the general outline, no one can predict that in the future, by chance, I will be able to obtain other fragments."
"So I think it's worth spending half a million silver dollars to buy a chance to practice a Taoist technique that surpasses the Immortal Grade in the future."
"In addition, I would like to say that this secret technique may not only be practiced by practitioners who follow the hexagram path. Of course, this is just my guess."
Yu Shiqi finished.
And what he said also made many practitioners in the room think.
So people began to bid one after another, but after all, this is a secret book of Taoism that cannot be practiced at present and may never be practiced in the future.
Not everyone is willing to spend such a large amount of money to buy an illusory opportunity. With this money, it is better to use it to buy something that can directly improve their cultivation strength, such as the magic weapon-level flying sword just now.
So although there were bids, everyone was very cautious when bidding, and there was no heated scene like when they were bidding for the magical flying sword not long ago.
After calling for 800,000 silver dollars, almost no one was willing to bid anymore.
And during this process, the old man with the goatee seemed to be nervous all the time.
Shu Guan, who was sitting next to him, could see layers of fine beads of sweat appearing on the old man's forehead and neck from time to time.
It was a late autumn night, there was no heating in the room, and the old man with the goatee was a first-time practitioner who had long been immune to the cold and heat.
So it was very abnormal for him to be sweating so much right now.
If he was nervous, the level of nervousness was exaggerated in the past.
Isn’t it just a matter of hundreds of thousands of silver dollars?
How could a practitioner in the first realm of consciousness be so nervous!
Shu Guan looked at the old man with the goatee in silence.
Ever since the old man with the goatee took out the parchment, except for a few glances at the beginning to confirm the authenticity of the parchment, Shu Guan had never looked at the parchment. Instead, he observed the parchment. There was no change in the expression on the face of the old man with the goatee.
Shuguan has not participated in the bidding for this parchment.
Although he was definitely the person in the room who was most eager to obtain the parchment, Shu Guan controlled himself and did not make a bid or even show any expression of special interest.
Something is wrong with this!
The old man with the goatee took out the parchment. After Shu Guan was excited for a few seconds, he quickly felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.
Because Shu Guan knew very well how rare this fragment of the Palm Sutra was, how could this old man with a goatee keep bringing out such things?
Although the old man with the goatee explained that he deliberately left a few pages of the parchment last time.
But this explanation is actually a bit far-fetched.
Anyone with a brain knows that buying these things together is definitely worth much more than selling them separately.
And unless the person knows the value of this fragment of the Palm Book, he might take out a few pages to see how much they can sell for.
But looking at the expression of the old man with the goatee last time, he had absolutely no idea what the fragment of the Palm Book was. His behavior at that time was just like trying to see if he could sell it, no matter how much money he could sell it for. It's like a windfall.
Moreover, the expression of ecstasy when he concluded the deal with Shu Guan did not seem like he had any reservations. Otherwise, he should have asked Shu Guan if he was willing to buy his other parchment scrolls.
After all, it is not easy to meet someone who is willing to pay a lot of money for his parchment rolls.
It was precisely because of these doubts that although Shu Guan was extremely eager to get the parchment scroll in the hands of the old man with the goatee, he tried hard to suppress his desire.
The more he observed the expression of the old man with the goatee today, the more suspicious Shu Guan became.
The old man with the goatee had been looking a little unnatural and nervous today.
It was not that he became nervous after someone started bidding, but that the old man with the goatee became nervous as soon as he took out the parchment.
These are some very subtle changes in expressions that a Jedi would not be able to notice if they don't look carefully.
But Shu Guan happened to be sitting next to the old man with the goatee today, and he was already suspicious from the beginning, so he could see clearly.
...What on earth is he nervous about?
…Also, if today’s parchment was indeed not his original possession, then where did he get it from?
By this time, no one in the room was bidding anymore.
The last person's bid was 800,000 silver dollars.
Shu Guanyou has eight hundred thousand silver dollars, and he can go even higher.
But Shuguan remained silent and made no bid.
Then another voice rang in the room.
"I can offer one million silver dollars. If any member offers a price higher or the same as this, then I will not bid again."
The person who spoke was none other than Yu Shiqi, the host of today's trade fair.
Their esoteric sect seems to have this rule, that is, the host of the trade fair can bid once for the things they are interested in, but if there are members bidding, they will give priority to the members.
According to Shu Guan's understanding of the character shown by the old man with the goatee last time, the old man should be extremely excited at this time.
Then at this moment, the old man with the goatee had a strange expression on his face, at least he was not excited at all.
He forced a smile and said something.
"Sorry, I suddenly don't want to sell this thing."
The old man with the goatee put the parchment roll back into his arms, and then sat back on the chair.
Beside him, Shu Guan didn't even look at the old man with the goatee, and looked as if he didn't care.
But his pupils suddenly shrank.
Sure enough there is a problem!
A thought flashed through Shu Guan's mind.
...Is this fishing?
...catch your own fish?
