In the venue, after a short silence, there was an uproar.
Yu Chaoen.
Unbelievable!
The last literary phase three thousand years ago.
At the age of eighteen, he won six yuan in a row.
At the age of forty, he became the literary minister of the current dynasty. In the history of the Ming Dynasty, he was second only to Jiang Taixu, the eternal literary minister seven thousand years ago.
At that time, the Ming Dynasty was in decline. Emperor Ming Ai had an ambitious plan to revive the Ming Dynasty, and he joined forces with Yu Chaoen to implement the New Deal.
But when the New Deal was in full swing and halfway through, Cangqiong Continent encountered an unprecedented disaster.
Demonic invasion.
At this point, the Ming Dynasty was in danger.
Emperor Ai of Ming Dynasty spent all 96 million of the Ming Dynasty's army, and finally died in regret.
The Cangqiong Continent has now ushered in three hundred years of darkness.
During those three hundred years when all life was in ruins and the heaven and earth wept with blood, Yu Chaoen led 30,000 Confucian scholars and walked among the black mountains and white waters.
He also spent a full three hundred years to build seventy-two holy temples on the Cangqiong Continent.
And on the day when the seventy-two holy temples were built, Yu Chaoen led 30,000 scholars and died generously! With his last human righteousness, he lit up the seventy-two holy temples and ushered in the ancient Confucian and Taoist sages.
It broke through the darkness of three hundred years of chaos and left the last fire for mankind.
Three thousand years have passed.
There are no more holy temples on the Cangqiong Continent.
The inheritance of Confucianism was cut off.
The world has even forgotten the Ming Dynasty.
I have forgotten Yu Chaoen.
But as long as someone mentions them, they will eventually be remembered, thinking of the pioneers of the Dark Ages of the Sky Continent.
Establish your mind for heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, carry on the unique teachings for the saints, and create peace for all generations!
In the venue, the boiling sound was like a sea. Everyone stared at the scroll of bamboo slips on the jade plate, and their hearts were agitated. It seemed as if the astronomical sign from three thousand years ago was so close!
"Is "Cang Sheng Hao Qi Ci" really written by Yu Chaoen?"
In the private room on the seventh floor, Song Changling turned to look at Song Hanshan.
Song Hanshan shook his head, "I'm not interested in literati!"
Song Changling turned back angrily.
At the auction house, the female auctioneer waited for everyone to calm down, then raised her hand elegantly and charmingly, with a smile like a flower: "It is said that Yu Chaoen and Wenxiang's lifelong efforts are recorded in "Cang Sheng Hao Qi Ci",
So...the auction price starts at 10 million!"
"puff……"
In the private room on the first floor, the tea that Lin Huang had just taken into his mouth suddenly popped out with a loud sound, and he stared at the auctioneer below in shock.
"What a fool, I was deceived!"
A few days ago, Lin Huang secretly came to the auction house to trade the "Ci Sheng Hao Qi Ci". The person at the auction said that except for the good material of the bamboo slips and a hint of Confucianism, there was nothing extraordinary about it.
place, not as good as those precious treasures.
As a result, Lin Huang sold the spirit stone to the auction house for three million beads.
Unexpectedly, this turn of events was remarkable. The origin of the bamboo slips was so impressive that the starting price was just 10 million.
Lin Huang wanted to vomit blood.
Want to hit someone.
When Xiao Yishan left the Daxia Dynasty, he left him tens of thousands of ancient books. If the latter knew that Lin Huang threw these things out like a prodigal, I don't know what the consequences would be.
A chill ran down Lin Huang's spine.
Business people are so damn treacherous.
Lin Huang was so angry that the bidding in the venue had already begun.
There were not many or few people bidding.
It’s not much, because in the world of Cangqiong Continent, Confucianism and Taoism have been discontinued. Even if there is a mysterious Confucian road in "Cangsheng Haoqi Ci", if you can get it in your own hands, it is not as useful as throwing it in the fire as firewood.
.
It's not a small amount, it's because of the three characters Yu Chao'en.
That was an era.
A belief.
A legend.
…
In half a quarter of an hour, the bidding price for "The Poetry of Common People" has been pushed to 20 million. Every time someone bids, Lin Huang's chest feels cramped.
shameless.
Lingbao Auction House is really shameless.
How could he have sold it directly to the auction house if he hadn't been unwilling to reveal the flaws after the transaction.
"Fifty million!"
At this moment, a young voice came from the central box on the seventh floor of the venue.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, "What a silly roe deer!"
Even Song Hanshan frowned and said, "Although this thing was made by Yu Chaoen, it won't be of much use if someone else takes it. Twenty-five million can take a photo of it."
Song Changling raised his eyebrows, "The words Yu Chao'en are worth more than 50 million spiritual stones."
Song Hanshan pouted, then patted his sleeves and ignored the matter.
The Song family is rich!
Fifty million Pearl Spirit Stones, just have fun.
As soon as Song Changling opened his mouth, the entire venue fell into silence. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the box on the seventh floor. "You are indeed a stupid roe deer who is qualified to be in the box on the seventh floor. He throws money at you as soon as he opens his mouth."
Why don’t you ask for 500 million?”
In the auction hall, the female auctioneer was also a little surprised, and then she naturally revealed a charming smile that could seduce people to the point where their bones would tingle.
There was a snap.
With the final word, Song Changling directly smashed "Cangsheng Haoqi Ci".
Lin Huang's intestines turned green, and he secretly swore in his heart that if he survived this time, he would definitely join the Lingbao auction house.
After the 21st item was auctioned, the entire auction really entered a heated stage.
Every auction item that follows is extraordinary.
Even people from the three sects and six mansions were very interested when they saw it, but only these things can enter their eyes.
For example, the sixth-level formation is comparable to the Martial Emperor realm.
Heaven level martial arts.
There are also two magic weapons, one is called Luohou Spear, and the other is Blood Demon Sword.
Lin Huang was also very moved by that Blood Demon Sword. It was a treasured sword between the sixth and seventh grades. After practicing the Heavenly God Slash, the previous Embroidered Divine Sword and Demon Suppressing Sword could not withstand the powerful force.
And what Shattered Linhuang lacks most now is a handy weapon.
Moreover, the Blood Demon Sword, like the Demon Suppressing Sword, is made of the Ming Dynasty Xiuchun Sword. It is slender and narrow, but does not lose any domineering and heavy weight.
However, when the Blood Demon Sword auction started and countless warriors in the venue couldn't sit still, as if their buttocks were on fire, Lin Huang knew the result.
It's cold.
As expected, the tingling sound coming out of the flaming red lips of the female auctioneer sounded like a murderous sword to Lin Huang's ears, "The starting price for the Blood Demon Sword is 20 million spirit stones!"
Lin Huang suddenly took a breath of cold air and stopped.
Previously, I borrowed 300 million spiritual stones from Shang Julu and bought an acacia chain for Jun Qingcheng, which cost 150 million.
Then he went to an inn and bought some killers.
I made some money in the killing arena.
Some more were spent elsewhere.
After killing a hundred people, I didn't get any of the money I bet.
Adding all these things together, Lin Huang only had 90 million spiritual stones in his hand. He really couldn't afford to squander it in the auction house. The female auctioneer who looked charming with every smile could turn away a penny with just a wave of her hand.
Things that are worthless are sold for a price that no one would recognize.
Less than half an hour.
The price of the Blood Demon Sword soared to 40 million.
Lin Huang swallowed it again with a heavy sigh, and he lost more than 40 million in "Cang Sheng Hao Qi Ci".
It didn't take long for the Blood Demon Sword to be auctioned off at a price of 56 million.
As the remaining auction items became less and less, the atmosphere in the venue became more and more lively.
What is left behind are extremely precious things.
People from three sects and six prefectures also began to come in to buy goods.
The sounds came and went.
It's like a group of roosters showing off their feathers. Coupled with the historical grudges of several major forces, if this wasn't an auction house, they would have gotten together and started fighting.
In the auction house, one item after another was taken away.
A total of twenty-seven items, only the last one remains.
The highest price among them has reached 87 million Pearl Spirit Stones.
"Everyone, please be patient. Next, it will be our last auction item!"
On the auction stage, the lights suddenly brightened a lot, illuminating the female auctioneer who was particularly eye-catching. I saw the latter waving her jade arms lightly, tapping her green and green fingers, and a piece of black cloth was slowly lifted, revealing