As the message from the treasure mirror in Pei Xihe's hand was sent out, there was a response within a short while.
Song Qingge's voice sounded like a silver bell, ringing with a smile.
"Okay! Fellow Daoist Zhao, the auction will be held in the royal city. We will gather at the gate of Taixue. Can we leave this 'Glass Dragon Pearl' realm and go to the venue?"
"By the way, that auction house is called the 'Wuji' auction house. The power behind it seems to be some kind of Wuji Holy Sect. According to my master, its power is quite large and has penetrated many heavens. However, it has an excellent reputation and a solid foundation. It’s solid and you don’t have to worry about the follow-up issues of buying and selling.”
Wuji?
Pei Xihe silently recited these two words in his mind, and suddenly had some other thoughts. Why did he think of the 'Black-bone Holy Cult' that Ao Hua mentioned?
She shook her head, not thinking deeply, and then responded with her treasure book.
"I already know. Thank you, fellow Taoist Song, for informing me about the auction. I will attend the appointment on time."
In this way, Pei Xihe took back his treasure book and sat in the cave.
After the thirty-fourth?
The requirement of Taixue to listen to ten thousand lectures is a rigid target, but if you persevere and never miss a lecture, then about two hundred years will be enough to complete it.
However, the assessment takes six hundred years, so it is not urgent for the bachelor.
Pei Xihe knew that he lacked the traditional teachings, so he chose to go to Taixue to meditate. However, he would not blindly attend every class. He would only choose the classes that interested him and were beneficial to him.
She asked 668 to call up several teaching sessions before and after the auction time and read them carefully.
Although one session did interest her, it was not as tempting as the Avici Prison Scabbard, so she gave it up.
In this way, Pei Xihe set the schedule for the future. He sat quietly on the futon and circulated the magic power in his body. Even a slight increase was indeed precious.
The towering peak begins with grainstone. The rapid flow of water originates from the trickle of water.
There is an inch of joy every inch, and if it runs for one or two more days today, it will gain a lot as time goes by.
…
On Kuang Heng Peak, the market is bustling with people shouting and shouting, just like a market where ordinary people are selling goods.
However, there are also tall buildings and pavilions, which are scattered in an orderly manner. You can find tranquility in the bustle and look down below.
"Senior Sister Mu, if Fellow Daoist Zhao agrees, I will say that a sword cultivator like her must be very interested in scabbards."
Song Qingge was wearing a thin pink flower dress, which was quite pink and slightly plump. His right hand was teasing the little Huanglin dragon with its tail coiled in front of him, while his left hand picked up the cakes on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.
Seeing her eating cakes and talking at the same time, looking like she was doing three things at once, Mu Mayi shook the folding fan in her hand and tapped her head lightly.
"Look, finish chewing the cakes in your mouth before you speak, and no one will compete with you."
But when it comes to Fellow Daoist Zhao, even Mu Mayi has mixed feelings.
Who would have known that she could reach the top thousand in only three realms, which would eclipse the eight realms of immortals like her. She was really not talented, and she was only four hundred and thirty-seven.
Now this woman can be said to have given these late-stage immortals a resounding slap.
When 'Zhao Fuxi' reaches the middle stage of Celestial Immortality, or even the later stage, wouldn't it be an understatement to leave them behind?
Song Qingge, on the other hand, muttered with a pastry in his mouth, his voice a little unclear.
"Who said no one would rob me?"
"Bang!"
At this moment, a person suddenly opened the door of the box and stepped in from the outside.
We saw that this woman was wearing yellow clothes, her facial features were ordinary, but it made people feel that she was as bright as spring, her eyebrows were flying, and she was full of high spirits.
"Oh, why did you start eating before I even came?"
"Song Qingge, you girl, I'm so angry."
The woman in yellow clothes put her hands on her hips and snorted coldly, then quickly stepped forward and joined the battlefield, competing with Song Qingge for the pastries on the table.
Mu Mayi smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Senior Sister Li."
The person who came was none other than Li Fenfang, one of the top three recognized seats in the Imperial Academy.
The upper limit of the age limit for cultivating creatures on the Celestial Immortal List is determined by race. The human race is long live. Once the limit is exceeded, they will fall off the list.
This woman has been in the Nine Immortal Realms for a long time. Now she is over 6,000 years old and has reached the 21st place on the list. She is only a little short of a great opportunity to achieve the position of an Immortal. Therefore, Mu Mayi called out, " Senior Sister Li".
Li Fenfang nodded, but did not say anything in response. She chewed the jujube milk cake with a look of horror on her face.
She swallowed it in big gulps and sighed happily.
"The pastries from Qing Yue Lou are as delicious as ever."
Although Li Fenfang arrived late, she quickly ate most of it by herself, making Song Qingge burst into tears and look at her with a look full of condemnation.
But she looked at the little yellow lin dragon, and teased it casually. She heard the little dragon growl lowly, showing hostility, and then calmed down with Song Qingge's comfort.
Li Fenfang's eyes showed some interest.
"Yes, this little dragon still has its ferocious nature and is very intelligent. Although it has lost its true dragon bloodline, it does not completely end its path of cultivation. Qingge girl, please take good care of her."
She is several thousand years older than the two girls in front of her, so she naturally behaves like a big sister.
Then Li Fenfang clapped her hands and asked: "Then Zhao Daheima, are you also willing to go to the Wuji Auction?"
"I really want to see such a young talent. He must be so outstanding."
Song Qingge nodded and said, "Yes, Fellow Daoist Zhao agreed to my invitation."
"She? She is indeed very powerful."
When she was on the Hanging Dragon Island, who knew she was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, but her ability to break the imprisonment of the Lingsu Supreme Immortal and escape from the swords of Xue Xi and others had already given them a glimpse of something.
But the 688th place on the list is really shocking.
Li Fenfang immediately showed a distressed look.
"Hey, this is how the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach. I have been in the Nine Realms for more than three thousand years, and I still haven't found that bullshit opportunity."
"I can't wait for you to log in to the Immortal. I'm still trapped on this barrier."
Muma Yi lowered her eyes, shook her head and said.
"How many monks are trapped in the Immortal Barrier. There is no guarantee that I will be able to advance to the Ninth Realm, but I will have to stay for thousands of years."
Although Li Fenfang was complaining to relieve her dissatisfaction, the spirit in her eyes was not lost at all.
She didn't stop talking about this topic, but changed the subject.
"I invited you here today to tell you some inside information. Sister, I am very interesting."
"The Wuji Auction will sell one hundred and eight collections this time, all of which are at the third level. By then, put all your Immortal Crystals in your pockets."
"It is said that the final treasure this time is a green lotus seed cultivated by the great power of the Heavenly Lord. It has wonderful uses. If it can be cultivated, it will increase the fighting power of an immortal."
As soon as these words came out, both Song Qingge and Mu Mayi felt their hearts heat up.
(End of chapter)
