However, these sects in the world are nothing. They are just little brothers and sisters in front of the Hanjiang Group and the Qingmen font.

However, the identity of the descendant of Qingmen has been hidden for more than 20 years, and there are only a few juniors in the family, all of whom do not care about the future. They are idle all day long by relying on their own family business, which makes Ling Yi really dislike it.

The sect was not accepted, which was also something that made him worried.

If several of them could do it, the future of Qingmen would be stable. In Ling Yi's heart, he was the mainstay of Qingmen. He watched the younger generation of his son grow up in his infancy, but lacked experience and did not mature, so the burden of continuing Qingmen was completely pressed on his shoulders.

Therefore, Qingmen is still in this matter and cannot be known. Because of running a company, I rarely show up in public. I only let my assistants come forward instead, and there is no trace of it.

Pressing the question in his heart, Ling Yi glanced at the quartz watch on his wrist. Time is coming, and this time it is very important, and we must do it first. As for other things, since there is no way, we must put it back and forth.

...

He walked towards the center of Temple Street. From the depths of Temple Street, there were more and more people. Sometimes it was not a bad thing to be crowded, but instead made the originally strange things less eye-catching.

When it was approaching, it was the meeting time set by the task. Ling Yi walked to another entrance of the night market. There was a shop selling fish balls here, and the sound of words came from under the canopy, drowning out the sound of nature. Tourists were endless, with different clothes, both at home and abroad. They were quietly waiting for the arrival of their corresponding people.

The person who was connected to the company was Chen Laoqi, who was one of Ling Yi's connections in Hong Kong and Kowloon City. He had also been in the mainland of China. He followed the trend of going into the sea for some reason and drifted to Hong Kong and Kowloon City and settled down.

The hour of the middle is already here. If an ordinary city had begun a quiet night early and entered a dormant state. At this time, the temple street seemed to have just been injected with vitality. At midnight, it was between 11 o'clock and 1 o'clock in the morning. It was a long time, so it was better to go to the store to sit for a while. Although it was not hungry, it was really not good to buy nothing.

Ling Yi walked under the awning, asked for a bowl of signature fish noodles, sat down in his seat, and quietly waited for the person's arrival.

After waiting for two or three minutes, no one came. It was time for auction at the end of the hour. If there was no one coming again, Ling Yi could only take one step ahead.

Not long after, a person sat in front of Ling Yi, but it was not Lao Qi. He was short, about 1.6 meters away.

Ling Yi saw that he was in rags and could not help him in the black market. I wonder if Chen Laoqi sent him to join him, nor what he wanted to join him to do.

"The blue sky is still in the sky, thousands of willows." Ling Yi whispered. This is the secret code of Qingmen.

"What are you talking about? Are you Ling Yan? Why are you looking for me?"

After hearing this, Ling Yi remained motionless, as if he had become a stone.

The word Ling Yan has not been mentioned in front of him for many years. This is exactly the name of his elder brother.

"No? I'm sorry to find the wrong person, see you back!" After saying that, the man stood up and was about to leave.

How could Ling Yi let him leave like this if he called out his elder brother's name?

When I slapped the table, I was about to grab his arm and stop him, but the next second I found that the man was lying on the ground and motionless. At some point, I was already standing beside him, with his muscles tense.

Ling Yi felt a bad premonition in his heart. He reached out and found that the man had indeed lost his breath.

Ling Yi looked around and saw a vast crowd of people around him, and the sounds were noisy, and no one even saw this person falling down. Ling Yi made up his mind and dragged the body under the table in the noodle shop and quickly left here. It seemed that someone was framed and putting himself in a dilemma. People cannot be resurrected by death, the task is important, and time is coming soon, so I can only take one step first and not take too much into consideration.

...

Ling Yan - This name has not been heard for more than ten years, but now it appears in Kowloon City, a thousand miles away from Hanjiang City.

Ling Yi frowned and walked through the noisy pedestrians, and finally stopped in front of a store. The store looked like a mask shop, with masks of different shapes, such as Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and even Sadako. Ling Yi looked around and took a casually picked up a mask hanging on the door curtain and walked in. It was said that it was a store, but in fact it was just a space supported by a tent like a yurt.

When I walked into the store, I felt like I had walked into another world. It might be the special material of the door curtain, which made the inside and outside the house and the colorful world separate. When I closed the door curtain, I couldn't hear any sound from outside in the tent, and it was terrible.

There was no boss in the store. There were seven or eight antiques on a big red cloth two meters square. The bricks in front of the red cloth were written with white chalk and other so-called words such as "Kun" and "Li". Ling Yi started from a corner of the red cloth, took strange steps like children playing with jumping into the grid, and finally stood next to a brick with the word "Ding" written on it. This was Ling Yi's code in this room, which had the same function as the number plate.

After standing still, he looked at the earth-stained vessels on the ground, but did not find what he wanted. Soon, there were already people standing around, most of them wearing masks and unable to see their faces. The Kinmen disciple who looked at his face was also on the line, but changed his outfit and swept his decadent appearance. Everyone said nothing, and was fixed in their own position like wax figures.

Ling Yi's face was serious. It seemed that it was not that easy to seize this Dragon and Snake Cauldron.

However, the auction here made Ling Yi feel at ease. You know, this auction house is not simple.
Chapter completed!