Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 173
[Chapter 172 Half-Holy Cultural Treasure?]
The morning in Zhongjing is getting colder and colder.
Chen Luo stomped his feet and exhaled a cloud of white air.
Today, Qingwei and his group will return to Shouyang Mountain, and Chen Xuan, who is naturally still awake, will be brought back together by them.
Chen Luo looked at Chen Xuan who was still sleeping soundly. At this time, his face was flushed with blood, and he felt a little bit reluctant in his heart.
Speaking of which, Chen Xuan was considered the person he was most familiar with, but the two of them really spent only a few days together.
It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is weak and the flowers are gone.
The spring silkworms are exhausted when the silkworms die, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears dry up.
Xiaojing, but melancholy cloud temples change, Ye Yin should feel the moonlight cold.
There are no many ways to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is attentive to visit.
Let’s say goodbye today, you are in the fairy mountain, I am in the world of mortals, and I don’t know when we will meet again—
“Luo’er, remember to come to Shouyang Mountain in three months and choose a secret place.” Qingwei reminded, “At that time, Xuan’er He should have woken up too.”
Chen Luo: ( ̄ω ̄;) The
atmosphere is gone…
Seeing the purple auspicious clouds appearing from the soles of the feet of the Great Celestial Master and his party, lifting up the crowd, they disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant, Chen Luo Breathe out a mouthful of white mist.
Chen Xuan, let’s go…
ヾ(▽)ノ
“Lu Tong!” Chen Luo shouted, “Go and post a message to Liu Daru, saying that I invite him to drink! Let him decide the place!”
…
In the empty imperial garden , only Ye Heng and Yan Baichuan, and even Hou An, who has always been inseparable, guarded the gate of the Royal Garden.
Ever since Emperor Wu revoked the Confucian magical powers in the imperial garden and stopped making the imperial garden colorful all year round, at this moment, the chrysanthemums have also withered, and only the row of plum blossoms has grown red buds.
“Your Majesty!” Yan Baichuan looked at Ye Heng’s back and called softly.
If the two of them continue to stand like this, they will miss the early morning hour.
“Uncle Yan…” Ye Heng sighed with exhaustion in his voice, and Yan Baichuan was startled. This was what Ye Heng called himself when he was not enthroned in the early years, and he hadn’t heard it for decades.
“The minister is here.” Yan Baichuan saluted respectfully.
“Qu’er is dead…” Ye Heng said calmly.
Yan Baichuan was taken aback for a moment, and then an expression of disbelief flashed on his face: “Waste…Ye Qu is dead?”
Ye Heng turned around, his eyes were red and swollen, obviously after crying for a long time: “He died by throwing himself into a well!”
Yan Baichuan frowned, as if thinking of something, he hesitated to speak.
Ye Heng walked slowly towards the pavilion, Yan Baichuan followed suit.
“I know what you want to say, Uncle Yan. I asked my ancestors to check it personally, and there is no trace of human intervention.” “It can only be said that Qu’er
‘s temperament is too bad.” Yan Baichuan slightly cupped his hands: “My condolences, Your Majesty.” Ye Heng walked slowly towards the small pavilion in the imperial garden, and said, “Since I ascended the throne, I dare not slack off in the slightest. After all, I neglected Qu’er’s teachings, which made him come to where he is today.” ”If If he is wrong, he will take three points, and I will take seven points.” ”I know that Uncle Yan and Sima Lie have a very close friendship, can Uncle Yan come forward and ask Mr. Sima to be one or two years old in the history books, so that Qu’er can have a face. It’s my father, the last thing I can do for him.” Yan Baichuan nodded: “The old minister will handle this matter.” Ye Heng nodded, and said: “This matter started because of Wan Anbo, but it is not related to Wan Anbo. Uncle has nothing to do, it’s all Qu’er’s own fault. Chen Luo’s martial arts is the hope of our human race. I care about the empress’s dignity, so I can’t issue an order to comfort. I also ask Uncle Yan to come forward and comfort him.”
“Young man, it’s inevitable that you will be impatient. You must not let him be separated from my Daxuan because of the grievance Qu’er gave him.”
“Daxuan is the Daxuan of my Ye family, and also the Daxuan of the human race.”
“Qu’er He is my son, he is a citizen of Daxuan, and he is also my son.”
Yan Baichuan looked at Ye Heng, bowed deeply for a while, and said, “Old minister, on behalf of Wan Anbo, thank you for your kindness.”
…
Zhongjing, Wanbao Building.
Ye Dafu sat at the most conspicuous position in the auction venue, looking ready to go. The accountant beside him introduced it carefully in his ear.
“My son, in this auction, there are three Buddhist relics, one Bodhisattva and two Arhats. However, the Bodhisattva’s relic seems to have been cracked, and the estimated price is about 300 pieces of heavenly crystals.
” The three broken arms of the barbarian barbarian king of Gewujing Great Confucianism are good things, and they are most suitable for tempering and killing barbarian Confucian treasures. The estimated price will not be less than three hundred and thirty Heavenly Dao Crystals.”
“These two items were made the day before yesterday. Most of the people here are looking for these two items for the announced lot.”
Ye Dafu raised his eyebrows: “Buddhist Bodhisattva, barbarian barbarian king, who sent these items, bloody.” The
accountant shook his head . Shaking his head: “The rules of Wanbao Building do not reveal the seller’s information.”
Ye Dafu yawned: “It has nothing to do with us, we are here for the sapling of the spirit fruit tree. I will sleep for a while, and call me when I arrive.” ”
“By the way, pay attention to who took the photos of those two things? It’s fine if you don’t have a festival with us. If there is a festival, let the dead men in the house help them luck.”
…
“Okay, The next item to be auctioned is a seedling of a spiritual fruit tree.” The auctioneer introduced, “The spiritual fruit tree can bear spiritual fruit, and a fruit tree bears more than 800 pieces every year.”
“Take the spiritual fruit, It helps young children develop their talent for reading through.”
“According to Bansheng’s observation, it can increase the odds by 10%. Although the effect is not very strong, but the quantity is large, and it is a must-have good wood for aristocratic families!”
“The starting price is 30 Heavenly Dao Crystals!” the
auctioneer just finished speaking. , Ye Dafu’s lazy voice sounded.
“Thirty yuan and one tael!”
Everyone looked sideways, and when they saw it was Ye Dafu, they showed such an appearance on their faces.
“Forty yuan.” A child of an aristocratic family shouted.
“Forty yuan and one tael.” Ye Dafu shouted again.
The child of the aristocratic family looked at Ye Dafu: “Ye Dafu, can you hurry up!”
After speaking, he shouted: “Seventy yuan!”
He directly increased the price by nearly double.
Ye Dafu sighed: “Seventy yuan and one tael!”
The son of the aristocratic family was disgusted, but he didn’t dare to shout again, because if he shouted again, it would exceed the market price of the kailing fruit tree. He still had the funds left to bid for the Buddha and Man items, so he died down.
Until the auctioneer urged again and again, no one bid again, and finally regretted dropping the hammer.
With a smile on his face, Ye Dafu immediately sent the accountant to handle the handover. He plans to be a melon eater for the next Buddha and Man auctions.
At this moment, a shopkeeper of Wanbao Building suddenly ran up to the auction stage and whispered something to the auctioneer. The auctioneer nodded and then tapped the small hammer in his hand.
“Everyone, the situation has changed. We have just received a new auction commission.” ”
So temporarily advance this commission.”
“The consignor is the Yan family of the Huasheng family!”
“The auction item is a semi-sacred treasure!”
As soon as the master’s words fell, the audience erupted, and the usually calm wealthy children stood up one after another, looked at the auctioneer on the stage, and asked loudly——
“Miss Yafei, are you right? It’s a semi-sacred cultural treasure, not a great Confucian cultural treasure?”
“Miss Yafei, you’re talking about the Yan family of Yan Kexuan Yan Sheng?”
“Miss Yafei, we don’t have enough funds. Can the auction be postponed for two days?”
For a moment, the auction hall was full of excitement, and there was a burst of tongues: “Silence!”
The emotional pressure swept the audience.
This is the town building master of Wanbaolou.
In an instant, everyone fell silent.
The auctioneer, Miss Yafei, calmed down, said with a soft voice—
“Everyone, what the Yan family wants to auction is not the semi-sacred treasure itself.”
“It’s the qualification to obtain the semi-sacred treasure.”
“Yan Before the saint fell, he left behind a picture of fishing old men, which must have been heard by everyone.”
“It is a treasure of cooperation between Yan Sheng and Liu Wenzong, and there is a poem handed down by Liu Wenzong on it.”
“Thousands of mountains and birds fly .” Absolutely,”
“Ten thousand paths of people disappeared.”
“Lonely boatman with hats and hats,”
“Fishing snow in the cold river alone.”
“This cultural treasure has caught a barbarian emperor to death, and even injured a barbarian god. ”
The barbarian fought back desperately, stained the picture of fishing old men with blood, turned winter into autumn, erased Liu Wenzong’s poems, and changed the artistic conception of the picture of fishing old men.
” Soupu added new poems to reproduce the prestige of the semi-sacred cultural treasure, but in the end it was unsuccessful.”
“Today, the Yan family decided to auction ten places, and those who win the places can try to make up poems for Diaosoutu within ten years. As long as Diao Sou Tu can reproduce the power of the semi-sacred cultural treasure, I will give it as a gift.”
After listening to Yafei’s narration, the scene calmed down.
All of you present here are big figures with clear hands and eyes, and everyone knows about “The Picture of the Old Man”. Since it was stained with the blood of the barbarian god, the “Picture of the Old Man” has actually become an ordinary painting and calligraphy, without the semi-holy power.
If one wanted to reproduce the power of the past, the poem to fill in the title must have a holy level of Tianwei. Back then, Liu Wenzong borrowed the murderous aura of the cold winter in the world to exert such power.
Everyone also understands that it’s not that the Yan family is greedy for the auction quota. After all, the head of the Yan family said many years ago that whoever can make “The Picture of Fishing the Old Man” shine again will be given as a gift.
The dignified painting of the Holy Family, the town house still has a few semi-holy relics.
Today’s trick is probably because countless self-esteemed talents have taken the initiative to come to ask for supplementary poems and essays for a hundred years, so such a threshold has been added.
That being said, it’s not that alluring.
To put it bluntly, who in their family didn’t send someone to Yan’s house to try to write a poem!
After so many years, who succeeded?
But at this moment, Ye Dafu was ecstatic in his heart, his fat face was full of smiles.
He was taking out the Heavenly Dao Crystal piece by piece from the storage bag.
“Poetry writing, who can compare to my elder brother!”
“Brother, I will help you advance the money first, and you will borrow it from me
.
” Half-holy cultural treasure, big brother, you are about to find the treasure.”
… Ah
Choo!
Chen Luo sneezed.
Well, it seems that the weather is getting colder and colder, so I need to get some thick clothes…
La la la…
Let’s guess what poem the little mule is going to copy again. .
…
In addition, I can’t find out about the half-saints of the royal family. It’s not that the half-sages of the royal family are too useless. There are other reasons. I can’t say it. Once I explain it, I will spoil it again. It’s so difficult…
Isn’t reading a book just to unfold the plot? If all the plots can be guessed and judged with common sense, then there is no story… right~
(End of this chapter)
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