The morning in Zhongjing was getting colder and colder.
Chen Luo stamped his feet and exhaled a cloud of white air.
Today, Qingwei and his party will return to Shouyang Mountain, and Chen Xuan, naturally, has not yet woken up, and will be taken back with them.
Chen Luo looked at Chen Xuan, who was still sleeping soundly. There was blood on his face now, and he felt a little reluctant.
Speaking of which, Chen Xuan was the person he knew best, but the two of them only spent a few days together.
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
We say goodbye today. You are in the fairy mountain and I am in the world of mortals. I don’t know when we will see each other again——
"Luo'er, remember to come to Shouyang Mountain in three months to choose a secret place." Qingwei reminded, "Xuan'er should have woken up by then."
Chen Luo: (￣w￣;)
The atmosphere is gone...
Seeing the purple auspicious clouds sprouting from the soles of the Great Heavenly Master and his entourage, lifting up the crowd, and disappearing in front of his eyes in an instant, Chen Luo let out a mouthful of white mist.
Chen Xuan, gone...
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"Lu Tong!" Chen Luo shouted, "Go and post to Liu Daru and tell him that I'm going to have a drink with him! Let him decide the place!"
…
In the empty Imperial Garden, there were only two people, Ye Heng and Yan Baichuan. Even Hou An, who always stayed close to home, was guarding the entrance of the Imperial Garden.
Ever since Emperor Wu revoked the Confucianism and magical powers in the Imperial Garden, and no longer allowed the Imperial Garden to be colorful all year round, at this moment, the chrysanthemums had also withered, and only the row of plum blossoms had grown red buds.
"Your Majesty!" Yan Baichuan looked at Ye Heng's back and called softly.
If the two of them continue to stand like this, they will miss the morning meeting.
"Uncle Yan..." Ye Heng sighed, with fatigue in his voice. Yan Baichuan was surprised. This was the name Ye Heng called him in his early years before he ascended the throne. He had not heard it for decades.
"I'm here." Yan Baichuan saluted respectfully.
"Qu'er is dead..." Ye Heng said calmly.
Yan Baichuan was stunned for a moment, and then a look of disbelief flashed on his face: "Wait... Ye Qu is dead?"
Ye Heng turned around, his eyes were red and swollen, obviously after crying for a long time: "Throw yourself into a well and die!"
Yan Baichuan frowned, as if he thought of something, but stopped talking.
Ye Heng slowly walked towards the pavilion, followed by Yan Baichuan.
"I know what you want to say, Uncle Yan. I asked my ancestor to check it in person. There are no traces of human intervention."
"I can only say that Qu'er's character is too bad."
Yan Baichuan slightly cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, my condolences."
Ye Heng walked slowly towards the small pavilion in the imperial garden and said, "Since I ascended the throne, I have not dared to slack off. After all, it was the neglect of Qu'er's teachings that allowed him to reach this point today."
"If there is a mistake, he takes three points and I take seven points."
"I know that Uncle Yan and Sima Lie have a very close friendship. Can Uncle Yan come forward and ask Mr. Sima to write something down in the history books so that Qu'er can have dignity. This is the last thing I, a father, can do for him."
Yan Baichuan nodded: "The veteran will handle this matter."
Ye Heng nodded and said: "This matter happened because of Wan Anbo, but it has nothing to do with Wan Anbo. It is all his own fault. Chen Luo's martial arts is the hope of our human race. I am concerned about the queen's dignity, so I can't I have issued an order to express my condolences. I also ask Uncle Yan to come forward and offer some comfort."
"Young people are inevitably impetuous. You must not let him separate from me, Daxuan, because of the grievances Qu'er has given him."
"Da Xuan is the Da Xuan of my Ye family, and also the Da Xuan of the human race."
"Qu'er is my son, he is a citizen of Daxuan, and he is also my son."
Yan Baichuan looked at Ye Heng, bowed deeply for a while, and said, "Old minister, on behalf of Wan Anbo, I would like to thank His Majesty for your kindness."
…
Zhongjing, Wanbao Tower.
Ye Dafu sat in the most conspicuous position of the auction venue, looking ready to go. The accountant beside him introduced carefully in his ear.
"Your Majesty, the auction this time includes three relics from Buddhism, one from the Bodhisattva realm and two from the Arhat realm. However, the Bodhisattva relics seem to have been cracked, and the estimate is about three hundred pieces of Heavenly Dao Crystal."
"There are also three severed arms of the barbarian king that are equivalent to the Great Confucian of the Gewu Realm. These are great toys. They are most useful for refining the barbarian-killing treasure. The estimated price will not be less than 330 pieces of Tiandao Crystal."
"These two items were just announced the day before yesterday. Most people here come here for these two items."
Ye Dafu raised his eyebrows: "Buddhist Bodhisattva, barbarian king, who sent these to auction, bloody."
Mr. Accountant shook his head: "The rules of Wanbao House are that the seller will not be revealed."
Ye Dafu yawned: "It has nothing to do with us. We are here for the sapling of the fruit tree. I'll take a nap first and call me when you get there."
"By the way, pay attention to who took the photos of those two things? Forget about those who don't celebrate the festival with us. If there is a festival, let the dead men in the house help them luck."
…
"Okay, the next item to be auctioned is a sapling of a spiritual fruit tree." The auctioneer introduced, "A spiritual fruit tree can bear spiritual fruits. One fruit tree bears more than 800 fruits every year."
"Taking Kailing Guo can help young children unlock their talent for reading."
"According to the observation of the semi-saint, it can increase the probability by 10%. Although the effect is not very strong, the quantity is large and it is a must-have good wood for aristocratic families!"
"The starting price is thirty pieces of Tiandao Crystal!"
As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, Ye Dafu's lazy voice rang out.
"Thirty dollars and one tael!"
Everyone looked sideways, and when they saw it was Ye Dafu, their faces showed that this was indeed the case.
"Forty yuan." A young man from an aristocratic family shouted.
"Forty yuan and one tael." Ye Dafu shouted again.
The son of the aristocratic family looked at Ye Dafu: "Ye Dafu, can you please be happy!"
After saying that, he shouted again: "Seventy yuan!"
He directly increased the price by nearly double.
Ye Dafu sighed: "Seventy yuan and one tael!"
The son of the family was disgusted, but he didn't dare to shout anymore. If he shouted again, the market price of the Kailing Fruit Tree would be higher. He still had funds left to bid for the Buddha and Man's items, so he stopped doing so.
Even after the auctioneer urged him repeatedly, no one bid again, and the hammer finally fell.
With a smile on his face, Ye Dafu immediately sent the accountant to handle the handover. He plans to be a gourmand for the next Buddha and Man items to be auctioned.
At this moment, a shopkeeper from Wanbao Tower suddenly ran up to the auction stage and whispered a few words to the auctioneer. The auctioneer nodded and then knocked the hammer in his hand.
"Everyone, the situation has changed. We have just received a new auction consignment."
"So this commission will be brought forward for the time being."
"The client is the Yan family, the Holy Family of Painting!"
"The auction item is a semi-saint cultural treasure!"
As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, the whole place was in an uproar. The usually calm wealthy children stood up one after another, looked at the auctioneer on the stage, and asked loudly——
"Miss Yafei, are you right? It's a semi-saint cultural treasure, not a great scholar's cultural treasure?"
"Miss Yafei, are you talking about the Yan family of Yan Kexuan and Yan Sheng?"
"Miss Yafei, since we don't have enough funds, can we postpone the auction for two days?"
For a moment, the auction house was filled with excitement. This was a tongue-splitting spring thunder: "Quiet!"
The pressure of the positive state of mind swept the entire audience.
This is the master of the Wanbao Tower.
In an instant, everyone fell silent.
The auctioneer, Miss Yafei, calmed down and spoke softly -
"Everyone, what the Yan family wants to auction is not the Semi-Saint Cultural Treasure itself."
"But to obtain the qualification of Semi-Saint Cultural Treasure."
"Before Yan Sheng's death, he left behind a picture of a fisherman, I believe everyone has heard of it."
"It is a treasure from the cooperation between Yan Sheng and Liu Wenzong. On it is a poem handed down from ancient times by Liu Wenzong."
"Thousands of birds fly across thousands of mountains,"
"Ten thousand people's traces will be wiped out."
"Lonely boat and coir raincoat,"
"Fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."
"This cultural treasure killed a barbarian emperor and injured a barbarian god."
"The barbarian god fought back desperately, staining the picture of Diaosou with blood, turning winter into autumn, erasing Liu Wenzong's poems, and changing the artistic conception of the picture of Diaosou."
"For hundreds of years, the Yan family has wanted to add new poems to the Diaosou Tu and recreate the power of the semi-saint cultural treasure, but in the end they have not succeeded."
"Today, the Yan family has decided to auction ten places. Those who win the places can try to add poems to the Diaosou Tu within ten years. As long as the Diaosou Tu can regain the power of the semi-sacred cultural treasure, the pictures will be given as gifts."
After listening to Yafei's narration, the scene calmed down.
Everyone here is a big shot with big eyes and hands. Naturally, everyone knows about the Diaosou Picture. Since it was stained by the blood of the Barbarian God, the Diaosou Picture has actually become an ordinary calligraphy and painting, without the half-death condition.
If you want to regain the power of the past, the poem that makes up the title must have the power of a saint. At that time, Liu Wenzong was able to achieve such power by borrowing the murderous aura from the cold winter.
Everyone also understands that it is not that the Yan family is greedy for the cost of the auction quota. After all, the head of the Yan family many years ago said that whoever can make the "Picture of Diaosou" shine again will be given the picture as a gift.
When painting the Holy Family, there are still a few semi-saint cultural treasures in the house.
Today's move is probably because countless talented people who think highly of themselves have taken the trouble to ask for more poems and essays over the past century, so this threshold has been added.
Put it this way, it's not that alluring.
To put it bluntly, there is no one in their family who has not sent someone to the Yan family to try to write a poem!
After all these years, who has succeeded?
But at this time, Ye Dafu was ecstatic, with a smile on his fat face.
He was taking out the Tiandao Crystals one by one from his storage bag.
"Who can write poems better than my elder brother?"
"Brother, I'll help you advance this money first, and you can borrow it from me."
"Nine out and thirteen back! Good brothers, I still need to make it clear."
"Semi-Saint Treasure, brother, you are about to find the treasure."
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Ah sneeze!
Chen Luo sneezed.
Well, it seems that the weather is getting colder and colder, so I need to get some thick clothes...
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