On the way to the auction house, neither Song Changling nor Song Hanshan could convince the other.
Song Hanshan looks gentle, but in fact he is arrogant and arrogant.
Song Changling, on the other hand, was a scholar.
Not long after, the two of them appeared on Lingbao Street.
The so-called Lingbao Street is actually two.
One is Lingbao East Street, which runs from east to west.
The first is Lingbao South Street, which runs from north to south.
Where the two streets intersect, a crossroads is formed. On one side of the cross street, there is an auction house. Viewed from a distance, it is not too tall, but it is quite luxurious. As night approaches, it appears to be brightly lit.
Brilliant.
If viewed from a high altitude, the entire auction house looks like a huge bird's nest, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.
Naturally, Lingbao Street is also extremely spacious. But unfortunately, there are too many vendors setting up stalls here, turning the two streets into a market that even carriages cannot pass.
The goods on the market can be said to be all kinds of strange and all-encompassing!
There is nothing that cannot be bought, only things that are unexpected.
However, most of the items on these stalls are of poor quality, and fakes account for 30% of the items. If there were really precious items, they would have been bought by someone long ago, or they would have entered the Lingbao auction house on the cross street.
Of course, there are also cases where goods are picked up and missed among these street stalls.
The odds are very pitiful.
Just like betting on stones in the ordinary market, if luck really comes your way, you might be able to find a piece of beautiful jade and become rich overnight. If you are unlucky, you will lose everything. It really means that you can become an immortal with one sword and become a ghost with one sword.
On Lingbao Street, Song Hanshan and Song Changling headed towards the Lingbao Auction House in a zigzag manner.
Suddenly.
Song Hanshan stopped.
His eyes were looking at one place.
Song Changling frowned slightly and followed Song Hanshan's line of sight, feeling a little confused.
Not far in front of the two of them, there was a vendor.
The things placed in front of me are all strange and weird things.
There is a broken chime.
The blood-stained demon pestle.
It looks like a heart stone.
Withered seven-color flowers.
Yellowed scroll.
Guqin without strings.
…
Naturally, Song Changling couldn't see any clues about these things.
Song Hanshan rolled up his sleeves and approached the stall with interest, his eyes slightly focused, "How do you sell these things?"
The vendor is a rugged man in his forties, very burly, with a scarred face and a hint of ruthlessness and ruthlessness. At first glance, he looks like one of those mercenaries who have been in dangerous places all year round and have spent their lives fighting for death.
people.
The stall owner raised his eyebrows and glanced at Song Hanshan with a slightly piercing look. Although he was not of a high level, he had traveled all over the country for many years and experienced a lot of things, so his vision of people was naturally much higher than that of ordinary people.
"Ten million pearls and spirit stones!"
The stall owner said.
Song Hanshan was immediately amused, "You are looking for death!"
The stall owner was not afraid. He pointed at a few things on the stall and said, "There are twenty-five things in total, ten of which are not old enough, and the total value is at most one hundred thousand spiritual stones. But the other ten
Five things, I can’t tell!”
"You dare to buy ten million for something you can't see correctly?"
Song Hanshan Road.
The stall owner shook his head and said, "Among the fifteen items, maybe twelve or thirteen are worthless, but as long as one item is valuable, you have earned it."
Song Hanshan rolled up his sleeves, and then said with a smile: "All things added up, a total of three hundred thousand spirit stones!"
The stall owner's expression condensed, and then he shook his head decisively.
"Then there's nothing to talk about!"
Song Hanshan shook his head, turned around and left.
"Everything adds up to one million!"
From behind, the voice of a vendor suddenly came.
Song Hanshan turned his back to the latter, shook his finger, and then left...
The vendor looked at the two disappearing people and stamped his feet fiercely, "The richer the people, the more stingy they are!"
As he said that, the vendor dived into all the items and examined them carefully. The person just now was definitely not only rich, but also very powerful. If he was interested in chatting with me for so long, then there must be one of these items.
An extraordinary thing.
What neither Song Hanshan nor the vendors noticed was that there was a small stall not far away.
The vendor was a young man in black, whose face was very vague and difficult to remember.
The young man in black was also staring at the stall diagonally in front of him, frowning slightly.
"There was a jade slip in there just now, it's very nice!"
When the two of them approached the auction house, Song Hanshan suddenly said to Song Changling.
"Then why don't you buy it?"
Song Changling asked.
Song Hanshan smiled slightly and said, "I'm wondering if this is a trap that that boy set for me."
"Are jade slips precious?"
Song Changling Road.
"I don't know," Song Hanshan thought for a moment, "but if I buy it for 10 million spiritual stones, I shouldn't lose money."
Song Changling immediately smiled and said, "He doesn't have such a good thing, unless the jade slip contains the Song family's Heavenly God Slash."
"That's not true!"
Song Hanshan shook his head and smiled, and then led Song Changling into the auction house.
At this time, the auction has not yet started.
However, the entire auction venue has begun to boil. The venue, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people, is already filled with all kinds of warriors. I don't know what they are discussing.
At the back of the venue, there are seven levels of circular boxes, with hundreds of boxes on each level.
Song Hanshan stood at the entrance of the venue, scanning the entire auction room, then his eyes fell on one place, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said to Song Changling, "He's here too!"
As he spoke, Song Hanshan pointed to box number 23 on the first floor.
In the box, there was a young man.
Song Hanshan was naturally invisible, but he could sense his aura.
It's Lin Huang.
After Song Changling glanced at it, he withdrew his gaze. He was not interested in the auction. The reason why he came here was because he knew as well as Song Hanshan that there was a plot against Song Hanshan in this auction.
When Song Hanshan appeared at the auction house, several figures suddenly walked out of the boxes on the seven floors above and below the venue, causing Song Hanshan's eyes to freeze slightly.
Nowadays, in Baizhan City, the only people who can make Song Hanshan frown are the people from the three sects, six mansions and the domain master building.
Song Hanshan has seen the list of auction items.
There were several items among them that would indeed make the leaders of several major forces snatch them up, but Song Hanshan always felt a little uneasy in his heart.
This feeling has appeared since a few days ago after hundreds of people were killed in Linhuang.
Brother Shu Jian, the leader of the domain, appeared in Baizhan City, as well as representatives of all parties from the three sects and six mansions.
Then to the death of that unknown little person Nie Jinglei.
It all made Song Hanshan feel something was wrong.
Until now, he still has not figured out what method Lin Huang will use to involve the three sects, six mansions, and even Brother Shujian of the Domain Lord Building, and then twist them into a rope to expel him...