[Xiu Xian] The ninth generation

"The following auction is for a bottle of spiritual top-grade black elixir, which has no fragrance. The consignor claimed that it was found on the edge of Qianshan Jedi. Since I have never seen this kind of elixir, this shop specially invited an appraiser to inspect it. It carried out the identification and came to the conclusion that the elixir has certain benefits for the human soul, as for other effects... Unfortunately, this shop is unable to fully identify it, and can only wait for the final obtainer to further study."

A bottle of black elixir was displayed on the auction stage, exuding a dark and mysterious luster.Fatty Wang's voice was full of pity. I don't know if it was a pity that he couldn't kill it, or it was a pity that he didn't know the specific effect of this elixir when it came to the auction.However, as a qualified auctioneer, Fatty Wang quickly put all his emotions behind him after a short meal, and looked at the monks with a smile on his face: "This elixir is named 'Black Soul Pill' by this shop. Friends can find out."

Fatty Wang hadn't finished his sentence, and the consciousness that had already been ready to move unceremoniously glanced at the pill, and the whispers gradually became louder.Fatty Wang is indeed a character, standing still under the impact of so many powerful spiritual senses, still smiling, even though the fine beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed the pressure he was under.

After an incense stick of time, Fatty Wang tapped the hammer in his hand: "I think fellow Taoists already know about this Black Soul Pill. Then I announce that the base price is [-] middle-grade spirit stones, and the price increase should not be less than one middle-grade spirit stone. Start shooting now!"

Quiet.

Eerie silence.

Time passed bit by bit. Unlike the previous noise, the scene was very quiet, and everyone seemed to show indifference to Black Soul Pill—at least temporarily watching.

The sweat on Fatty Wang's forehead became more dense, and beads of sweat even slid down his fat face, and the "tick" fell to the ground, but it sounded like a hammer to his ears.The man was a little bit regretful, regretting that he was too honest. He knew that a cultivator cherished both his life and his wealth, and without hype, it was difficult to arouse the greed in the hearts of such people.He glanced at the person in charge sitting on the third floor. The haze on the latter's face was clearly visible. Fatty Wang squirmed his lips, as if he wanted to add something, but he said it sooner or later, "Fifty Zhongpin Ling Stone!" A deep and dry voice sounded from the scene.

The voice came from a certain VIP room on the third floor, presumably it was a child of a certain family.

Fatty Wang glanced at that place gratefully, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, he speculated.He seized the opportunity to strike while the iron was hot: "This fellow Taoist offered fifty low-grade spirit stones, is there any price increase?"

"51 medium-grade spirit stones!"

From a remote corner of the hall, a slightly hoarse voice came.

"51 medium-grade spirit stones!" Fatty Wang was almost tearful, "The black spirit pill from the death swamp is very beneficial to the soul. Whether you buy it for collection or take it, you can't buy 51 spirit stones and suffer, let alone I can't be fooled... Is there a higher price?"

As if moved by Fatty Wang's words, a lazy voice quickly sounded on the second floor: "55 middle-grade spirit stones!"

"I'll offer 60 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones!" The hoarse voice seemed a little annoyed.

"Seventy!" The price increase on the second floor followed closely.

The hoarse voice paused: "Does this fellow Taoist want to fight against my Nanshan old monster?"

As soon as the name of "Nanshan Old Monster" came out, the slightly lively atmosphere in the auction house became serious again, and gradually some whispers sounded again.

Chu Yanzhi, who was secretly counting his family, also shrank his pupils, and murmured: "... Nanshan old monster!"

"Is it famous?" Chu Zixuan asked sideways.

"You don't know?" Chu Yan, who was still immersed in his own thoughts, asked subconsciously. After asking, he realized that the other party was Chu Zixuan, Tiansheng Chu Zixuan, "Uh... It is said that Nanshan old monster is cruel and merciless. In his hands, the end is extremely miserable, and he often challenges others by leapfrogging... No one wants to be targeted by a powerful and vicious person."

Chu Zixuan yawned, and after listening to it with little interest, he turned around and approached Chu Yanzhi mysteriously: "Tell Yanzhi a secret~"

Looking at the other person's face of "ask me quickly, ask me quickly", Chu Yanzhi stroked his forehead and lamented that he was indeed his brother's fate... Sitting upright, Chu Yanzhi responded with a curious look: "What?"

"I sneaked out without telling my family~"

"..." Chu Yanzhi twitched the corners of his mouth: Fellow Taoist, if you don't tell me, I'll know if it will work or not.You have also crossed a continent, fellow daoist, are you proud?

Chu Zixuan squinted at Chu Yanzhi, laughed "puchi", his eyes moved around, and when his eyes were in focus, he had already landed on the Black Soul Pill.

"290 five middle-grade spirit stones!"

"300 yuan middle-grade spirit stone!"

The bidding between the hoarse man and the young man on the second floor has reached a stalemate, and the price increase has also become small. The price of Black Soul Pill has also soared to 280 middle-grade spirit stones, and monks have also joined in to bid.And judging from the fact that the two of them are already competing, the price will rise a lot.

Chu Yanzhi tightened his hands on the storage bag: Sure enough, his memory went wrong again.

... In his storage bag, there are only 300 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones.Is it really necessary to make a bad move and temporarily send items for auction?

Like other auctions, this auction accepts temporary submissions for bidding.Once a participant requests a consignment sale, the auctioneer will suspend the auction, auction the item until it is sold out, and then proceed with the auction of the previous item. This is also a way for the auction organizer to make money as much as possible.

Chu Yanzhi thought about the things in his hands, and found that there were a lot of odds and ends, but none of them could add a lot of value at once, except for the Thousand Magic Mask.Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched the mask on his face, hesitating in his heart.Of course, Chu Zixuan, who had been watching him all this time, caught his eyes with a smile and didn't know what he was thinking.

"500 yuan middle-grade spirit stone!"

The sudden voice in his ear interrupted Chu Yanzhi's comparison, he raised his head in confusion, only to find that it was Chu Zixuan who had just bid.Chu Yanzhi was surprised: "Zixuan is also interested in this black soul pill?"

"Pillions that are good for the soul are rare, let alone the product of Qianshan Jedi." Chu Zixuan smiled casually, "Even if it doesn't have any effect, it's good to buy it back as a souvenir."

Chu Yanzhi: ...

In terms of financial resources, he is not as good as Chu Zixuan; in terms of friendship, can he compete with the one who has the grace to save his life, or his younger brother?

Silently letting go of the hand holding the storage bag, Chu Yanzhi struggled silently for a while, and finally extinguished his desire to compete with Chu Zixuan, and tightly closed his mouth when he was about to bid.

The suddenly raised price caused the audience to be silent, and Fatty Wang's voice trembled: "Five hundred middle-grade spirit stones! Is there any fellow daoist who wants to bid? If not, the black soul pill will belong to this fellow daoist!" !"

No one answered, and countless spiritual senses glanced over, but were all blocked by the formation outside the VIP room.The corners of Chu Zixuan's lips curled into an arc, as if he was mocking and didn't seem to notice it at all.

"One time for five hundred middle-grade spirit stones! Two times for five hundred middle-grade spirit stones! Three times for five hundred middle-grade spirit stones!"

Fatty Wang's face was radiant, and he made a final decision: "Congratulations to this fellow Taoist!"

Seeing that he had successfully photographed the Black Soul Pill, Chu Zixuan let go of his nervousness, looked at Chu Yanzhi who lowered his eyes and continued to wander leisurely.

The auction was still going on, and the atmosphere became more and more heated, but Chu Yanzhi had no intention of participating.He was at a loss and didn't know where to look for the soul barrier grass next.Although he voluntarily gave up the auction, Chu Yanzhi also knew that there was no difference between competing with his own family strength and not competing.

This kind of feeling of watching others being superior and superior, even if the other party is just unintentional, makes oneself small and humble like dust, it is really uncomfortable to the bone.I don't want to watch or listen, but I can't stop watching or listening, and I can't deceive myself and others.Sober to brutal.

Chu Yan subconsciously clenched his fingers under his sleeves, silently lowered his brows and eyes, kept his face calm and indifferent, and tried his best to control the sense of hopelessness that suddenly surged up.

……

"Thank you for your support, fellow daoists, this auction has come to a successful conclusion."

A few hours later, the auction ended.From the beginning to the end, Chu Yanzhi didn't take any pictures, but Chu Zixuan got a few rare things, which were purely for a scene.

After Chu Zixuan received the auction items, the two followed the crowd out of the auction house.

As soon as he left the auction house, a pigeon jumped on Chu Yanzhi in a daze.

"...Huh? Mine?" Chu Yan later realized that the object of the pigeon was him.

After unpacking the Lingge, after a rough scan, I realized that it was news from the sect, and every disciple had a share.As for the specific content... Chu Yanzhi stared at the word "big competition", quite confused: Isn't the Zongmen Dabi after three months as a rule?Why did it suddenly arrive three days earlier?What's going on here?

"What's wrong?" Chu Zixuan asked.

"Well, the sect is calling urgently, and the grand competition is about to be held." Chu Yanzhi returned to his senses, and smiled slightly, "I think I have to say goodbye."

Chu Zixuan was startled for a moment, then asked back, "Zongmen? Which sect is Yanzhi from?"

Chu Yanzhi pointed to the southeast, and replied, "Zichenzong."

"Purple Chenzong...?" Chu Zixuan said to himself, then raised his head and smiled brightly, "I will visit the noble sect when I have time."

Chu Yanzhi's heart tightened, and the smile on his face was a little forced, and he only said vaguely, "Let's talk about it when the time comes."

Chu Zixuan didn't answer any more.Chu Yanzhi also bid farewell tactfully, and headed towards the Zongmen.

With the cold wind blowing in his ears, the fast-moving young man had only one thought in his mind, and he secretly merged into the wind——

I risk my life for your life-saving grace, and I will repay it myself.After the Qing Dynasty, in this life... it is best not to meet each other.