The sick and weak beauty in the broken article

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A few minutes passed, and there was silence in the group.

Then another message popped up.

[Lu Xiaoling]: Sorry, I missed a sentence. Due to the special situation of "Shan Hai Lu", in order to protect the final winner from being disturbed, masks are required to be worn throughout the auction.

As soon as the message was sent this time, several replies appeared at the same time.

[? ? ? @Lu Xiaoling got hacked? 】

[I thought this group of people were dead, but there are still people alive! 】

[Uh, what group is this? 】

[Today is August 8, not April 8, right? 】

……

The chat record is 99+ in an instant.

At this moment in the Wanshan faction hall, Chu Tian returned the mobile phone to Lu Ling: "Okay."

Lu Ling couldn't figure it out, the message he sent was ignored, how could Chu Tian succeed in frying fish as soon as he sent it.

Lu Ling opened his mouth: "Master, why is that?"

Chu Tian asked: "Do you want face?"

Lu Ling immediately put away the phone and held his face tightly with both hands: "Nothing is more important than my face!"

Chu Tian nodded: "They are the same."

In the middle of the night, the group file uploaded the invitation letter, and [Lu Xiaoling] bubbled up again.

"Love the earth, live a low-carbon life, and buy from green auctions. We don't waste paper. The courier sent invitations to everyone. Please download and print them yourself."

After a long silence, an anonymous person sighed: "It's the first time I've seen you talk about poverty in such a fresh and refined way!"

Quietly, a neat row of anonymous plus 1, plus 2... plus 10086.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner.

Wanshan is emerald green all the year round, and there is no autumn scenery, only the chestnut trees on both sides of the mountain ladder add to the autumn atmosphere.

When the autumn wind blows, chestnuts with open mouths fall from the branches from time to time.The flow of people up the mountain was easily avoided, except for a young man with a carrot-colored afro.

"Hey hey hey! Bomb/bomb, this is it!"

"Steward Shen, Steward Shen, quickly see if I have a bag on my forehead?!"

"It must have been smashed. I have to stop and recuperate."

"My God, there are still places without roads these days?"

"I can't crawl anymore, I can't crawl anymore, I have to rest!"

……

All the way up the steep mountain ladder was the croaking noise of young people, and everyone looked sideways.

When they reached the top of the mountain, they finally stopped for a few minutes, but at the entrance of the Wanshan School, the young man yelled again: "It's so hot in this hell, I don't wear a mask! What if I get prickly heat from covering it? They are afraid of showing their faces, but I am not afraid of it." , why don’t you just buy a broken cheat book, what a big deal.”

The young man's voice was not low, and the top of the mountain was flat and open, so the transmission was clearer. People from other sects couldn't hold back their faces when they heard it, and spoke out one after another.

"Which sect are you from? You really don't know how to speak!"

"What do you mean, who is afraid?"

"We abide by the rules and respect Master Chu!"

"I haven't used force for decades, so make an exception today and teach you a lesson!"

"That's right, if parents don't teach it, someone will teach it in society!"

The young man turned his head with arrogant eyebrows: "Literally, I said that you miss "Shan Hai Lu" terribly, but on your face, you look... ohh!"

Before he finished speaking, the man who had been standing silently next to the young man turned back the young man's head in time, and quickly put the mask on the young man.

The man was in his early thirties, wearing rimless glasses, his eyes were curved even if he didn't smile, and looked very elegant.

The young man stared, and the mask bulged and deflated with the breath he exhaled, but he didn't take it off after all. He turned his head and held up a small fan to blow the air.

The man smiled at Fang Dongqing, put on a mask himself, and then handed over the invitation letter: "Shen Yixing from the Xiaoyao school."

As soon as the words "Xiaoyaopai" came out, the scene fell silent for an instant, and the person who threatened to teach the young man withdrew his hand in embarrassment, rubbed his nose and looked around, but didn't look at the young man and Shen Yixing.

The young man curled his lips in disgust, turned around with his hands behind his back, and stepped over the gate with his head held high: "Let's go, Steward Shen."

And all of this was seen by Chu Tian who was mixed in the crowd.

According to the young man's conversation and appearance, plus he is from the Xiaoyao Sect, Chu Tian has confirmed the young man's identity, the protagonist of "His Martial Arts", Lu Angxing.

According to the theorem of the protagonist's immortality, it is actually the safest to follow Lu Angxing, but that is Lu Angxing a year later.

The current Lu Angxing, as seen just now, is still a spoiled wealthy young man with no martial arts, and the No. 1 troublemaker.

Chu Tian directly ruled out Lu Angxing, and continued to search the crowd.

It is not advisable to judge a person by appearance, but masters often have a different temperament. He has observed it for a long time, and among the people who have gone up the mountain so far, there is none.

Chutian was wearing a mask, and when he came to him in line, Fang Dongqing usually checked the invitation letter, Chutian blinked at him, Fang Dongqing's expression changed, he looked around, and asked in a low voice, "This is the master? "

Chu Tian lowered his voice and replied, "Raise the price."

Fang Dongqing suddenly realized, and gave a thumbs up by the way: "Okay, please come inside!"

"His Rivers and Lakes" is set to have five factions and eight gangs, as well as some small and small sects. This time, there are more than [-] people from each faction.

Even though he was short of money, Chutian asked Lu Ling to cook to attract distinguished guests from far away, such as dandan noodles with wild vegetables, moon cakes with chestnut crisps, and home-brewed osmanthus wine from deep mountains.

In addition, everyone's thoughts are on the auction later, but no one dislikes the simple dishes.

Looking forward to it, the willow shoots on the moon finally ushered in the auction.

There was a simple auction stage in the front hall of the Wanshan School, and Du Heng, the only one with a suit, walked up the stairs in a black suit.

Immediately there was warm applause from the audience, and they shouted in unison: "The head of Chu is really a dragon and a phoenix among real people, and he is a man of excellence!"

Du Heng was polite and polite: "My name is Du Heng, and I am the fourth disciple of the Wanshan School. The head of Chu is not feeling well and cannot see guests. I hope everyone will be sympathetic."

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward, but someone laughed loudly: "Haha, the horse's ass was slapped on the horse's leg. If you don't know him, you don't know him. Why are you pretending to be enthusiastic?"

Although there was a mask on, Lu Angxing had just made a fuss at the entrance, and everyone present already knew that the carrot hair was him.

They couldn't afford to offend the Xiaoyao faction, and they couldn't refute it, so they had to hold their breath back in their stomachs.

Chutian's position is not far from Lu Angxing, and members of various gangs are already sitting in the courtyard, but he knows that the real masters are lurking in the dark.

Among those people was his future bodyguard.

Chu Tian raised his eyebrows and cast his eyes on the auction platform.

At eight o'clock, the moon above the top of the mountain is like a big silver plate, illuminating the entire Wanshan.

Du Heng started the unprofessional auction, put on his white gloves, click, the box on the table opened, and slowly took out the book inside.

In an instant, countless eyes focused on the thin book, and there was only the sound of breathing one after another.

That bloody rivers and lakes have disappeared into history, but not everyone can withstand the temptation of number one in the world.

Du Heng said: "The first book, the starting price is 1."

"What?" Everyone was dumbfounded, "The first one? So there are many copies of "Shan Hai Lu"?"

Du Heng bowed his head immediately: "Yes, I will count."

Everyone: "..."

But this made them feel more at ease, proving that "Shan Hai Lu" is indeed only kept by the head of the Wanshan School.

Look, even the fourth-ranked disciple doesn't know how many books there are. It is indeed the best martial arts secret book in the world!

But when they later found out that there were only five people in the Wanshan Paijia sect, that would be another story.

"3 books." Du Heng finished counting and reported the number.

As soon as Du Heng finished speaking, someone raised a sign: "200."

"300."

"400."

"450!"

……

After shouting around, it only reached 4500, which is basically the price of those small sects.Seeing that the time was about the same, Chu Tian raised his sign and said, "10."

The crowd was quiet for a second or two, when a new voice finally appeared behind the price: "50."

Someone turned his head, but for a moment he didn't know where the sound came from, only heard that it should belong to a woman's voice.

Chutian was not surprised. Among the sects who changed careers, there are a few who are now well-known consortiums, and money is just a number to them.

Chu Tian estimated that the final auction price of the three albums was tens of millions, but the few disciples of the Wanshan School had seen the most money in units of ten thousand, so he said a number that they could relatively imagine.

Chu Tian was about to continue raising his cards, but the other person couldn't sit still, Lu Angxing stood up: "Don't waste any more time, I'll offer 500 million!"

There was an uproar in the audience.

The number one temptation in the world belongs to temptation, but this is 500 million!You can buy a house in an old dilapidated elementary school district in Beijing for 500 million yuan!

The female voice who called 50 before did not expect that Lu Angxing would increase it to 500 million at once.

On the auction stage, Du Heng began to count down, his voice trembling: "5...millions, 5...millions..."

The female voice had no choice but to grit her teeth and say, "600 million."

Lu Angxing didn't even blink his eyes: "1000 million."

"Damn it!" the people in Chutian's back row whispered, "The Xiaoyao faction is so rich?"

"You don't know? Lu Tian, ​​the current head of the Xiaoyao faction, is the president of the Lu Group."

"Sounds familiar... My dear, is it the Lu family who ranks first?"

"Guess right."

……

Lu Angxing sat in the first row, with the brightest light, and conspicuous carrot hair, which is the favorite meal of mosquitoes.

His eyes were red from being bitten by mosquitoes, and now he just wanted to go down the mountain immediately, so he hurriedly said: "Hey, that one on the stage, stop talking, 3 copies of 3 million, you pack it right away, I want to go down the mountain! The mosquitoes on your mountain are too poisonous! It's tickling me to death!"

Maybe it's because they can't understand Lu Angxing, or because they are envious of "Shan Hai Lu", someone couldn't help saying: "Xiaoyao School is indeed a century-old martial arts school. If you have money to burn, you can buy three books for 3000 million."

Lu Angxing loved to hear these words, he grinned: "Just buy it and burn it!"

"One time for 3 million, two times for 3 million, three times for 3 million."

Since the amount was completely beyond Du Heng's concept of money, he didn't stumble this time, and shouted very smoothly and resoundingly: "Deal!"

"Hey, it's done perfectly!" Lu Angxing scratched the bag on his arm, grinning and went to the stage to get "Shan Hai Lu".

Du Heng also packed super fast, fearing that Lu Angxing would regret it, he almost stuffed it into Lu Angxing's arms: "Here!"

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, at this moment, several figures suddenly jumped out of the audience, pointing at Lu Angxing with cold light in their hands.

In the blink of an eye, most people didn't react. Lu Angxing stood still, holding "Shan Hai Lu" in one hand, scratching an itch with the other, and asked stupidly, "Is this an Easter egg?"

Chu Tian didn't expect that the assassin could hide among the guests, so he arranged for Tian Naitang to guard the outside. Seeing that Lu Angxing was in danger, he immediately jumped onto the auction stage, grabbed Lu Angxing's arm and was about to tear him away, when there was a ping-pong-pong sound in his ears at the same time .

The swords with killing intent were all knocked down, several assassins fell to the ground, and a tall and thin figure appeared beside Lu Angxing in an instant.

Under the moonlight, the visitor's side face was as cold as ice blades, and the amber eyes reflected the moonlight, but there was no warmth at all.

The mountain wind blew his shirt, turning it into a dazzling white.

Lu Angxing's eyes lit up suddenly, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Little uncle!"