He was now wondering what Gu Beiqing was doing here, and he couldn't afford it.
"Anyone else want to bid?"
Gu Beiqing called out unhurriedly: "Eight Star Grasses."
In an instant, all eyes were focused on Gu Beiqing.
Many people have never seen Star Grass, and it is not a product of the mainland. It is a rare herb in the secret realm. It is a herb that increases the chance of breaking through the realm. The price given in the annual selection list in the market is One hundred thousand one plant is worth as much as Xuantian Tie.
Gu Beiqing threw a piece of grass to the auctioneer.
After repeated inspections, he spoke: "It is indeed the Star Grass. One plant can be worth one hundred thousand gold."
The crowd suddenly became excited. Not to mention that the growth environment of this kind of grass is extremely harsh, and people who are not favored by God will never encounter it. It is said that the ferocious beast guarding the star grass is at least equivalent to a monk in the early stage of Yuanying. It not only has extremely high attack power but also has spiritual power. Wisdom, it is very difficult to obtain one.
People were in awe all of a sudden. The man in black robe in front of them looked young, but they didn't expect his cultivation level to be so high.
"One million!" It was the hoarse voice again.
"11 plants." Gu Beiqing still looked unhurried.
"1.2 million!"
"13 plants."
No matter how the other party bids, Gu Beiqing will get one hundred thousand more gold.
Until the other party reached two million, Gu Beiqing produced 21 plants.
"The total of 21 star grasses is 2.1 million gold. Do you want to increase the price?"
There was silence. The person who just made a bid clenched the wine glass in his hand, gave Gu Beiqing a vicious look, and stopped talking.
In the end, people dispersed, and Gu Beiqing was invited into a small cubicle. One of the two maids brought Xuantian Iron, and the other brought an empty tray. Gu Beiqing took out 21 grasses that exuded a faint starlight and put them in the tray, and then took away Xuan Tiantie.
When the other party inspected the Star Grass, Gu Beiqing also inspected the Xuantian Iron in his hand. After confirming that it was genuine, he put it into his storage bag.
After confirming that all 21 plants were genuine, the leader personally took Gu Beiqing and Wu Jing out of the venue.
After all the people watching him left, Gu Beiqing quickly took Wu Jing out of the market.
"Beiqing, where did you get so much grass?" Wu Jing thought for a while and asked.
"It's fake, that's why I came out quickly." Gu Beiqing said the reason calmly.
For the first time, Gu Beiqing discovered that he was so gifted at forgery that he could deceive even experts who specialized in these things. Of course, it's also possible that I took advantage of the loophole because it was so rare and I was in a hurry and couldn't find the real thing to compare carefully.
the other side--
"You're blind, you bastard. You can't even tell that there are 20 fake ones among the 21 plants! What's the use of you!" After saying that, the man kneeling on the ground turned into dozens of corpses of various sizes.
Sitting on the throne at the top is the current Demon Lord - Luo Shuijing. He is also the real owner of Linglong Pavilion, which is responsible for the auction in Linglong Market.
Looking at the ashes of the Star Grass on the ground, Luo Shuijing squinted his eyes and couldn't help but wonder what kind of person dared to tamper with his Linglong Pavilion.
"Going back now?" Wu Jing asked.
"Otherwise?" Gu Beiqing said with a good-natured smile.
"Don't look at me with that weird look!" Wu Jing was furious again.
In fact, just now, when no one was paying attention, Gu Beiqing was supervising his clone and stayed in the market, preparing to go to the devil world to collect information. The old man once said that if you want to know all the answers, you have to wait until you sit in the position of the Demon King. It was only a matter of time before the half-demon bloodline in his body would not be suppressed, not to mention that there was a mysterious person who was always on guard against suppression. Sooner or later he would return to the demon world.
Suddenly, a sense of loneliness came to mind: What would Wu Jing do if he returned to the demon world?
Seeing Wu Jing rolling his eyes, Gu Beiqing smiled helplessly and shook his head.
"Let's go to Jiangnan."
It's midsummer, the trees are green and the cicadas are chirping.
Wu Jing stood at the bow of the boat, waving his fan, and Gu Beiqing was holding a pole at the stern of the boat. There were small patches of lotus planted by the river, and the flowers were blooming just right. Wu Jing grabbed a lotus pod and folded it down, then sat down and peeled the lotus seeds.
"This is really a good place! Beiqing, what are you doing here?"
"Believe it or not, it's the Dragon Boat Festival."
"Why are you traveling so far for a festival?"
Gu Beiqing smiled and did not answer.
This place was called Tianfu in ancient times.
After continuing to enjoy the scenery in the suburbs, the two of them walked towards the city.
As soon as I stepped into the city gate, a refreshing fragrance of mugwort hit my face. There were all kinds of sachets, dazzling kites, and some vendors painted portraits of Zhong Kui for sale on the street. People were not in a hurry, and while looking at the portrait, they talked about when this year's Cang Fumigation Technique would be held.
Tomorrow is May 5th.
