Finally, the day when the auction officially began, everyone's patience reached a limit. Fortunately, people who could come in here were always a little scheming and would not give up the opportunity they had finally got because of this little expression.

Ling Chen himself had a quota, the brass semicircle brand with the words "One", which proved his qualifications. The news I got from Fatty Yao must show this brand before the auction was to be eligible for bidding. If the bidding was successful, the brand would be taken back.

The hall of "Fengqi Tower" is on the second floor. On the middle stairs, there is a wooden door that was always locked. On the third day of Ling Chen's arrival, two beautiful women entered one after another. One of the leading tall women, without looking at the person in the hall, walked straight to the wooden door on the second floor and opened the lock. Then the two people lined up in a row on both sides of the stairs.

At this moment, the tall woman who led the lead said lightly, "Everyone, go upstairs and sit down in order."

The people in the hall are all very status-based. Even if this woman doesn't say it, she won't compete for the position. After all, everyone knows it's an auction, not a queue for food.

A little bit of humbleness was made. Some older and more famous people got up first, and others followed slowly.

Ling Chen had noticed in the past three days that there were more than 100 people participating this time, not many, and not many. It seems that the number of people invited was deliberately limited. There are also several people like him who were able to enter by purchasing the quota for a second time.

It took more than ten minutes for these more than a hundred people to slowly get to the second floor.

Ling Chen was not in a hurry. When it was his turn, he paced slowly, but when he passed by the tall woman who led the team, he looked at the other party without a trace.

Unlike other subordinates who are currently appearing in the owner of the manor, this tall woman has a special aura all over her body. Ling Chen, based on his previous life experience, knew that the other party had practiced a particularly difficult classic and was stuck at a bottleneck.

He secretly wrote down that this information was very helpful. If it were not surprising, other people with the same status as this tall woman would gradually get stuck in a similar bottleneck.

When he arrived at the second floor, he looked at the seats of a circle with round rings, which were arranged in front of him. In the middle was a high platform, and there was a round table on it.

There are circles of seats around the platform, which are Ming Dynasty-style seats. There is an antique square table in front of the seats, and there is not even a cup of tea on it. Ling Chen noticed that this building is as antique as possible, whether it is the appearance or the furniture arranged inside, it is the case.

He and Yao Fang randomly chose a place close to the high platform to sit down. Although the second floor was not big, it was more than enough to put down more than a hundred people, and the position was very loose.

After everyone came up, the tall woman and two teams followed her up to the second floor.

Afterwards, everyone waited for another two hours and challenged their patience again.

Above the high platform, on the side of the round table, a person suddenly appeared.

However, Ling Chen could see clearly that the man appeared under the ground of the platform, but there was only an underground passage.

This man is also a young and beautiful woman, dressed in a man and holding a roll of bamboo slips in her hand.

At this time, some of the people waiting for the auction began to whisper.

"It's actually a bamboo slip. The earliest book from the last time seems to be in the Song and Yuan dynasties. This bamboo slip was at least between the Qin and Han dynasties."

"A copy of bamboo slips in the Han Dynasty. After you have read the introduction, you can hold a bid for the bid." The woman in the Han costume was also very cold. After saying that, the two women in the team just put a page in front of their seats one by one.

Ling Chen took the page of the book and opened it to see, "Peyuan Jue, which is effective in clearing the heart and strengthening the body, suitable for the age of the crowd, middle-aged and above..." There are some explanations later, but they are basically useless things.

It was indeed a low-quality thing. Ling Chen thought of this. He had known that the cultivation scriptures that had been circulating at this time could not be a good product. First of all, the development time was short, and the treasures were all behind. The auctioneer must have screened it again.

Fatty Yao, who was standing beside him, seemed to be aware of something, and lowered his head and asked, "Why, Mr. Ling, this book seems to be unappreciated?"

"Nothing, there will be no good stuff at the beginning**?" Ling Chen replied lightly.

"That's true, then I won't waste my precious place."

Ling Chen ignored him. In his previous life, the classification of these practice books was different from each other. The East and the West were divided into nine grades according to the traditional nine grades of the Dharma, and the West used the customary letters to distinguish them, and used practical grades to evaluate the standards from s to h. The Western classification method was more suitable for their habits, and the classification was clearer. In the middle, even the +- sign was used to distinguish the differences between each level, which was easier to understand. Therefore, more people were used to using practical grades to evaluate the classification method.

But Ling Chen knew that the nine-grade method was more holistic and long-term. For example, the "Qingyang True Sutra" he practiced was classified as the top grade by the Eastern category, but he only won the residual books and could also be considered the top grade. However, according to the practical level, he could only be rated as the b+ level, and there were very few people who chose to practice.

As for whom to divide this standard, it was naturally determined by those who held control of the spacecraft ruins in their previous lives.

However, there is also one advantage for those with lower grades, that is, the entry threshold is very low, and most people can understand the first level.

Thinking of this, Ling Chen also understood that the auctioneer was not completely selfish, and he also thought about the buyer. Even if he took out the medium-grade and high-grade cultivation books, the buyer himself would have very little chance of practicing. And the buyer who spent a lot of money would definitely not find anyone else to test the feasibility. At that time, he would not only smash his own sign, but also make the buyer unlucky.

Thinking of these reasons, Ling Chen knew that the following auction was not much expectation for him, and he focused more on the people participating in the auction.

When others began to compete for books, he saw everyone's actions without a trace.

Every time I changed the book to auction, I changed a young and beautiful woman. Ling Chen thought to himself that the person behind this scene was interesting and his work was quite amazing. It was not difficult to find these beautiful women. It was rare to let the other party participate in the core secrets, and he was not worried about their loyalty. Compared with men, women have lower loyalty and their physical fragility make it harder for them to keep secrets.

The atmosphere became more and more lively, and Fatty Yao, who was standing beside him, was eager to try it out, but because Ling Chen always kept silent after reading the introduction, he seemed to have no interest, which dispelled his willingness to buy.

He knew Ling Chen's wealth, and the other party had accumulated dozens of times his wealth in a short period of time. He believed that the other party must have something special. Unconsciously, he also used the other party's expression as an important reference for whether he decided to participate in the auction.

When the fifteenth book appeared, a woman in a turf skirt appeared. She had a pretty good appearance. The book she was holding was a little special. It was a small tripod, the size of an ordinary wine pot, and was densely engraved with small characters.
Chapter completed!