"Mr. Ye, it's a pleasure to see you again and welcome you to participate in this auction.
By the way, why didn't Ms. Song come? Without the beautiful Ms. Song, this venue will definitely be overshadowed."
When Ye Tian, his father and brother-in-law walked into the Christie's Spring Auction venue in Beijing, Wilson, who was standing at the door greeting guests, hurriedly greeted them.
As the president of Christie's Asia, the Chinese market cannot be ignored. The huge collection group has made China a battleground for the world's three major auction houses. Naturally, Wilson will personally come to host this spring auction.
However, Wilson only expressed his welcome to Ye Tian's arrival. As for Ye Dongping, he ignored him. He even looked left and right behind Ye Tian, feeling a little regretful that Song Weilan could not come.
"Mr. Wilson, you also know that my mother doesn't like this kind of occasion very much. She welcomes you to visit her home when you have time!"
Seeing Wilson's expression, Ye Tian couldn't help but laugh. The way foreigners express their feelings is very direct, and he actually expressed his love for his mother in front of himself and his father.
"Oh, that's great. I will never forget the delicious food made by Ms. Song!"
Wilson laughed exaggeratedly and glanced at Ye Dongping provocatively. He didn't know why such an outstanding lady as Song Weilan would marry such a mediocre man.
"Okay, Mr. Wilson, we are here to participate in the auction, so I won't disturb you!"
Seeing his father's face so gloomy that he could shed tears, Ye Tian quickly pulled his father into the venue. Otherwise, he didn't know if there would be a breaking news today about the president of Christie's Asia getting into a fight with someone at the venue?
"You brat, when did your mother say you invited him to your house?"
After arriving at the seat, the veins on Ye Dongping's forehead were exposed. If it weren't for this in public, he would really teach his son a lesson. No matter how powerful Ye Tian is now, if I hit his son, would he still dare to fight back?
"Dad, you're just being polite."
Ye Tian said with a playful smile: "If someone agrees to temporarily add a few of your lots, you have to save some face for others. By the way, he doesn't know where our home is."
"Next time you dare to say something like this, will I stop you?"
Ye Dongping glared at his son fiercely, but he also knew that he had no power to intimidate this boy. He had been unable to do anything with him since he was ten years old.
"Brother-in-law, if you have anything you want to auction in the future, just send it here on my mother's behalf."
However, Ye Tian's next words almost made Ye Dongping go berserk again, and he couldn't help but give his son a slap in the face. Ye Tian also felt uncomfortable being controlled by his mother during this period, and it had been a long time since there had been such turmoil between father and son.
As the auction time approached, the number of people in the venue gradually increased, and the chairs around Ye Tian were filled with people.
In addition to some foreign works of art, most of the spring auctions are precious cultural relics that were lost from China at that time, so many people who came to participate in the auction came from other places.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Ye Tian, who was chatting and laughing with his father and Liu Wei'an, suddenly felt a chill coming from the back of his head, and quickly turned back to look at the door. At this glance, he could never take his eyes away.
At this time, three people walked in side by side at the door. Two of them were slightly behind, facing the Taoist priest in Taoist attire in the middle with a smiling face, as if he was explaining the venue.
The two people who spoke had majesty between their eyebrows, and they must have been in high positions for a long time. However, the Taoist walking in the middle showed an otherworldly temperament, and it seemed that those two people should be his followers.
Just as Ye Tian looked towards the door, Ding Hong frowned slightly and looked across the dozens of meters long venue, looking at Ye Tian who was sitting in the front row.
"There are actually people who practice Taoism here?"
Ding Hong has already entered the late stage of Xiantian in a few decades. As long as his true energy is further condensed, compressed into elixirs and passed through the thunder tribulation, he can enter the golden elixir avenue.
So even though it was just a simple exchange of glances, Ding Hong could still see Ye Tian's cultivation level at a glance. He didn't expect that in the secular world where spiritual energy is extremely lacking, there are still people who can cultivate to the innate realm?
"Could he be the descendant of which sect? After the world has entered the Age of Ending Dharma, I haven't heard of any sect still passing on its traditions in the secular world?"
Ding Hong thought about it in his mind, then raised his feet and walked towards Ye Tian. People like them just do whatever they want, so naturally they won't keep problems in their hearts.
"Master Ding, our location is here!"
When he passed the third row, Yun Huajun discovered that Ding Hong had no intention of stopping and actually walked straight to the first row. He ignored his words and didn't even mean to explain.
Yun Huajun gave a bitter smile and could only follow him. After these few days of getting along, he knew more about Ding Hong, and the fear in his heart also increased day by day.
According to Ding Hong, he was born in the 38th year of Qianlong's reign, and would be 252 years old this year.
If someone else told Yun Huajun about this, he would definitely not believe it, but Ding Hong's magical methods made him not dare to have any doubts at all.
"I didn't expect that a poor Taoist could meet someone of the same Taoism in this mortal world. I wonder how I would call you a friend?"
Arriving in front of Ye Tian, Ding Hong made a bow with one palm and simply turned a blind eye to the curious eyes around him.
Although Lao Tzu once said in the "Tao Te Ching": The heaven and the earth are not benevolent and treat all things as stupid dogs, clarifying the theory that all living beings are equal, but when a person has a power that is so powerful that it is almost uncontrollable, the sense of superiority in his heart is not that great.
It is easy to eliminate, but in Ding Hong's eyes, only Ye Tiancai is qualified to talk to him on an equal footing, while the Yun brothers are just tools in his hands.
"Young man Ye Tian, have you ever seen this senior? Didn't you... didn't expect that there are people like senior in the world?"
Ye Tian had already stood up when Ding Hong came over. He did not use the fist-holding etiquette in the world, but bowed to Ding Hong in the same Taoist manner.
Ye Tian showed a suitably shocked expression on his surface, but no one knew that he was already filled with turmoil. If his cultivation had not reached the innate realm, Ye Tian would have probably escaped.
Because just when he met the Taoist's eyes, Ye Tian felt as if his clothes had been stripped off, and he was sitting naked in front of the public. It seemed that the Taoist could see through his heart.
There is no doubt that this Taoist's cultivation level far exceeds his own. When facing him, Ye Tian couldn't even feel the slightest resistance in his heart, and was completely suppressed by the opponent's energy.
This is not the main reason why Ye Tian is afraid. What really scares him is the identity of this Taoist.
Ye Tian had a feeling that the other person must have something to do with the person he met in Changbai Mountain, because the two people accompanying him, whose photos Ye Tian had seen before, were none other than the Yun brothers!
Ye Tian felt like he had stolen something from someone else and met the owner. Although the other person might not know that he had stolen something, he still felt guilty as a thief, right?
So when Ding Hong came over, Ye Tian was adjusting his body. Except for showing some shocked expressions, his blood flow and heartbeat did not change much.
"The poor Taoist Ding Hong is the current master of the Refining Pavilion. I wonder what sect my fellow Taoist is from?"
Ding Hong was a little strange. The man in front of him was only in the early stage of innate cultivation, which was two realms different from his own. However, he could not see through the other person's Dantian Zhenqi, and therefore could not deduce his origin.
But one thing Ding Hong was sure of was that Ye Tian's age definitely matched his appearance, and he should be in his mid-twenties, which made Ding Hong feel a little shocked.
You must know that even in his space where spiritual energy is abundant and suitable for cultivation, elixirs must be used to cleanse the disciples' marrow when they are young. Those who can enter the innate realm before the age of eighteen are already regarded as geniuses.
Already.
Those who can enter the innate realm before the age of thirty are considered to have good qualifications, and are generally disciples trained by various sects.
And Ye Tian, who lives in this earthly world filled with filth and filth everywhere, can actually enter Xiantian at this age. If he were placed in his place, he must be a genius that various factions are competing for.
After hearing Ding Hong's words, Ye Tian said: "It turns out to be Zhenren Ding. Ye Tian was born in the lineage of Mayi and studied under Li Shanyuan. The ancestor is Gui Guzi!"
In fact, the inheritance that Ye Tian received was from the Mai Taoist priest of the Song Dynasty. However, after hearing some experiences in the monastic world that Bai Yuan told about, he used the tiger's skin as a banner to find a more famous name for himself.
Grandmaster.
"Li Shanyuan? Why haven't I heard of this name?"
Ding Hong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and said: "Since you are from the Guiguzi lineage, you should be from the Tianji Sect. There is no Mai lineage in the monastic world!"
"Master Ding, my sect's inheritance is incomplete. By chance, I met the senior White Ape in Shennongjia. After some guidance from him, I entered the innate realm!"
Ye Tian gave a bitter smile, and then his face showed a look of longing, and then said: "I used to think that I was the only cultivator in the world, but unexpectedly I met my senior and asked him to tell me what happened a hundred years ago?"
When talking about the sect's inheritance, both Ding Hong and Ye Tian used the technique of spiritual sound transmission. Others only saw the two standing there looking at each other affectionately, but they didn't know that they were trying to trick each other's words.
"Senior White Ape? Are you talking about the monkey in Shennongjia?" Hearing Ye Tian's words, Ding Hong had a weird look on his face.
