(Thank you skyway for the reward. I will add another chapter today as a thank you gift!)
Over there, Yan Kuo forced himself to suppress his thoughts.
With the gold and jade pen in hand, Lang Fei's purpose of coming here has been achieved, and he doesn't care about his windbag.
But this does not mean that the casual cultivators are the same as them. As soon as the old man finished speaking, the downstairs was boiling. All the casual cultivators looked at the wind-calling bag on the stage with ardent eyes, wishing to include it immediately.
own pocket.
"A magic weapon, that's a magic weapon, Master..." A boy who was obviously on the path to immortality looked at the gray old man beside him with excitement, his eyes filled with color.
"Disciple, don't be impatient. I will try my best as a teacher to see if I can capture it."
"..."
"I think I, Minghang Daoist, have been running around in Yunyan Valley for half my life. Although I am not rich now, I still have a small amount of savings. I will definitely win this windbag in one fell swoop."
"Hmph... you are a bunch of idiots, do you really think that a magic weapon that rarely appears in this auction venue is so easy to buy? You don't know how high the price will be."
Lang Fei's consciousness swept past. Among the casual cultivators in the audience, some were determined to win, some were sighing, some were expressionless, and some were sarcastic...
In his opinion, a magical weapon that is dispensable can make many casual cultivators so excited. It is really difficult to understand. It is just a magical weapon, how can it be like this!
He was born in a Dan sect and was the only disciple of an ancestor. To him, a magic weapon was just a plaything, but to a casual cultivator with a low status in the Evergreen cultivation world, it might be something that could never be obtained after a lifetime of pursuit.
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Trapped in cultivation methods and spiritual material resources, most of the casual cultivators in the Evergreen Realm are only at the bone-changing stage. Not one of them can advance to the foundation building stage. Those who can cultivate to the refinement stage are already rare, and even more so.
Not to mention the Qi Transformation Ancestor, there may not even be one in thousands of years. Under such harsh conditions, they still have to suffer from the oppression and exploitation of the Immortal Cultivation Family and some small sects, and they can only suffer in the cracks between the two.
Qiucun, it can be said that they are at the bottom of the entire cultivation world. A mere magic weapon, or even an elixir that has been effective for hundreds of years, may be the most precious wealth they pass on to their descendants. Just like
This Yunyan Valley, a low-level elixir-producing area that large and medium-sized sects and families look down on, is like a paradise in their eyes. Sometimes friends can turn against each other and blood relatives become enemies for a slightly valuable medicinal plant. Sometimes, for a
Waiting for a spiritual medicine that is about to mature can take months of sleepless waiting. Sometimes, for a rare medicinal plant that is hundreds of years old, one has to fight to the death with the guardian beast even at the risk of one's life. All of this,
Just to be able to exchange it for a magic weapon, a pill, or a talisman. Or it can be used to increase one's own cultivation level, or it can be passed down to the stupid apprentice who has just entered the door and is still ignorant of the world of cultivation.
"I'll give you ten!" When the thief boy was distracted, the bidding had already begun in full swing below.
"I will produce eleven plants!"
"I will produce thirteen plants!"
"..."
In a short time, the price of the wind-calling bag had climbed to twenty century-old cold medicinal herbs. The old man Shangguan on the stage was smiling, and his voice was also raised a bit.
"I...I gave out twenty-one plants."
"..."
After passing the mark of twenty plants, the number of people still bidding has decreased a lot. Among the casual cultivators, only about three or five people are still adding their bids one by one.
"I gave out twenty-five cold-natured herbs and one warm-natured herb."
When the price reached twenty-five, there were only two people left bidding, a bald middle-aged man and an old man dressed as a fisherman.
Seeing the middle-aged man adding twenty-five cold herbs and one warm herb, the old man dressed as a fisherman gritted his teeth and said: "Twenty-six!"
The middle-aged man's face was livid at this moment, and the words came out word by word. "Twenty-six cold medicinal herbs and one warm medicinal herb."
Originally, the minimum price increase for this magical artifact was one cold medicinal plant, and one warm medicinal plant was only equivalent to half of a cold medicinal plant. The middle-aged man's price increase was illegal, but now that the auction is going on, the price of this magical artifact
It had already exceeded the expectations of the old man from the Shangguan family, so he simply refused to point it out and allowed the middle-aged man to increase the price for half a plant.
"Two...twenty..." At this point, it seemed to be beyond the old man's bearing range, and the last "seven" was still not shouted out.
Seeing the old man dressed as a fisherman, he stopped playing and slumped on his seat. The middle-aged man was filled with joy, looking at the windbag as if it were his beloved.
"A group of country bumpkins, thirty plants!" The man was leisurely there. The old man from the Shangguan family repeated it three times. Just when he was about to high-five, there was a calm sound of increasing the price from an elegant room on the second floor.
The old man Shangguan was stunned. His high-fiving hand stopped in mid-air. A flash of light flashed across his pupils, and the smile on his face became stronger. While looking at the middle-aged man, he pointed at the Accord where the sound came from and said: "Second floor
Guest No. 5 Yagye bids thirty plants, is there anyone who wants to increase the price?"
When he heard "thirty plants", the joy instantly solidified on the middle-aged man's face. When the old man Shangguan looked at him, the man slumped down on the back of his chair, his pupils lost focus, and his face looked blank.
"Alas!" The old man dressed as a fisherman also turned around at this time, and looked at the Accord with some fear, but he did not laugh at the middle-aged man, he just shook his head, with a look of helplessness on his face.
Those who can enter the Yage are naturally extraordinary from ordinary casual cultivators. How can they be someone they can provoke!
"Hey, who is it?" Lang Fei has been focusing most of his attention on Yan Kuo and Yan Gao. Although the boy Yan Kuo was a little moved just now, he did not participate in the bidding after all. He didn't expect that there is still another Accord on the second floor.
Lang Fei was a little curious about the others, and he took out a ray of consciousness and followed the place where the sound came from.
When his spiritual consciousness penetrated, he saw three people sitting in another room next to where Yan Kuo was. The person in the front was a man dressed as a young man. He was holding a folding fan and his white robe was spotless. He really looked like a scholar and a poet.
Smell. There are two strong middle-aged men sitting on each side behind him. They are all dressed in blue robes, with cold faces and dull expressions. Judging from the aura of the three people, the person dressed as the young man in white must be in the bone-changing realm.
, and the two people behind him should be in the middle stage of foundation building.
Lang Fei was looking at the three of them, and it happened that the man dressed as a young man opened his mouth and said something. The thief boy was stunned and a little stunned. Even though he was dressed like a scholar, what he said was a bit embarrassing.
"Damn it, these dog-like things, you casual cultivators still deserve to have magical weapons? That guy from the Lao Shizi Shenfeng Sect has his head rusted off? If you don't use it yourself, you can reward it to the affiliated family, and you can take it seriously.
Come to the auction, if you really don't have enough spiritual materials, just ask for it from one or two casual cultivators, and you are afraid that they won't give it to you? The young master has never seen a guy who is not afraid of death!"
"What the Young Sect Master said is that there are just a few casual cultivators. There are many mortals entering the world of cultivation every year. Even if we kill a thousand or eight hundred of them, it won't be too much." When he said this, a middle-aged man on the right looked at him.
A cold light flashed.
Sensing the almost solid evil spirit emanating from the middle-aged man's body, Lang Fei's heart became cold. From this point of view, the number of casual cultivators who died in the hands of the middle-aged man was probably not a small number.
"My second brother is right. Why do these beast-like guys want to rob us of resources for cultivating immortals? Letting them live in stalemate is already a great tolerance. How can they still dream of becoming immortals? What a dream!"
Another middle-aged man was a little excited when he spoke. He sat unsteadily. As his blue robe tugged, a gold medal was exposed under his waist. Lang Fei took the opportunity to scan his mind and saw a long sword carved in the center of the gold medal, wrapped with silk.
The wisps of five-color smoke look a bit evil.
At this point, Lang Fei withdrew his consciousness and looked at Huo Yun aside, only to see him looking at the windbag on the front desk with an envious look.
"Brother Huo Yun?" Lang Fei woke him up, described the gold medal he just saw, and asked about its origin.
Huo Yun was slightly startled, then his expression changed drastically after a moment, with a look of hatred on his face, and he said: "Brother Lang Fei, where did you find out about this gold medal?"
"Don't ask questions, you can just tell the origin of the gold medal."
Although Huo Yun was puzzled, he didn't say anything, so he could only suppress his surprise and said in a deep voice: "If I guessed correctly, this gold medal belongs to the Evil Sword Sect on Daxue Mountain in Nujue Kingdom in the north of Zhao State.
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Lang Fei's heart moved, and he thought that when he was looking at the Changqing map in Jingzang Pavilion, he had indeed seen the Nujue Kingdom in the northern part of the Zhao Kingdom. The location of Danmen Tianchi Peak is in the center of the Changqing boundary, and South Korea is to the north.
Further north is the Yunyan Valley, and then the Zhao State, which is long and short in length. When you reach the Nujue State, it is already the northernmost point of the continent. Its northern border is covered with snow all year round, and a mountain range runs from east to west. Its name is the Snow Mountain. According to legend,
, Tianyao Palace is located in the Snowy Mountains, on the top of the only peak that feels like spring all year round.
While he was recalling the past, Huo Yun told him everything he knew about the Evil Sword Sect.
The Evil Sword Sect is a third-rate sect. The person with the highest cultivation level in the sect is only in the middle stage of refining. Although it is only a small sect, it lives up to its name and does bad things. It specializes in bullying some casual cultivators and various small aristocratic families.
.As a result, the expressions of the people gathered for discussion changed, and the small aristocratic family was as frightened as a tiger. Even when Huo Yun talked about the Evil Sword Sect, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
Everyone knows that the Evil Sword Sect acts domineeringly, and there are so many casual cultivators who have been harmed secretly by it. However, it has been allowed to stand in the Evergreen world for thousands of years. Not only does the Procuratorate of the Ten Sects of Evergreen ignore it,
Even Tianyao Palace, which is located in a mountain range, turns a blind eye to it.
There are two reasons for this. First, the Evil Sword Sect has an inexplicable relationship with two of the ten sects. On the surface, they are vassal sects of Lei Di Mountain, but they also collude with Fuyao Island in the South China Sea.
Whenever the head of the Evil Sword Sect succeeds to the throne, he will marry a refining elder from Fuyao Island. The Evil Sword Sect’s double-faced behavior is disgusting, but it happens that the two sects turn a blind eye to its actions.
The mystery has to make people think deeply.
Secondly, although the Evil Sword Sect is evil, most of its victims are casual cultivators and some helpless small aristocratic families. It does not touch the interests of those big forces at all. On the contrary, it knows how to cater to people. For example, every day, Yao Gong
On the birthday of the ancestor, the Evil Sword Sect will prepare generous gifts to congratulate them. They say that in the same area, Tianyao Palace is blessed by all its neighbors. It is the king's sect of the Snow Mountain, and it is worthy of its filial piety. This saying goes well
, once is familiar, the second is familiar, which made Yaogong's cannibalism short-handed and soft-handed, so he had to turn a blind eye to it. Similarly, the situation in the Ten Sects Procuratorate is similar, even for some small aristocratic families
Or the casual cultivators used to complain that Fuyao Island and Lei Di Mountain would always stir up troubles, and Tianyao Palace and several distant sects would stick to their neutrality in order to avoid offending the two sects too much. In the end, as time went by, things would become easier.
Let it go.
Therefore, the members of the Evil Sword Sect have developed the arrogant and arrogant personality. Whenever they get into trouble and someone brings trouble to the Ten Sect Procuratorate, they calm down a bit. Once the incident is over, they will return to the same situation and cause even more trouble to those who complain.
Later, the cultivators became afraid and had no choice but to be numb when things happened. The small aristocratic family had no choice but to stand up and admit their mistakes. But if the Evil Sword Sect bullied the family, then they would consider themselves unlucky and let them humiliate them. For thousands of years, the land of the Northern Kingdom has
, countless casual cultivators lost their fortunes, and countless aristocratic families endured their anger because of this.