Xianhong Road

Chapter 208 The Star-Moon Map, the King Takes Action
The mysterious picture scroll in front of him was actually what Yu Wenxin had foreseen in his dream, and it belonged to him.

Unexpectedly, it really appeared in today's auction!
Yang Fan felt unbelievable. Although it was placed in the world of cultivating immortals, he still felt a little absurd.

After all, immortal cultivators are still human beings, not real immortals.

What was foreshadowed in the dream really happened in reality, which only exists in some legends and allusions.

At this moment, Yu Wenxin's pretty face was a bit confused, joyful, and surprised, and her bright eyes stared at the picture scroll not far away, and her eyes couldn't help but become more profound and mysterious.

"The starting price is one hundred spirit stones, and the auction starts now!"

The fat-faced monk said a little excitedly.

"120 spirit stones."

In a certain corner of the auction, an elderly man with a black cane said in a hoarse voice.

His cloudy eyes were also looking at the mysterious scroll in front of him, with some strange expressions, and his tone was a little hesitant, not very decisive.

It's just that he raised the price, and the others are still on the sidelines, not showing much interest for the time being.

"This is a picture scroll made of ordinary materials, without any patterns on it."

An old man in the concentrating stage muttered and snorted.

"Xin'er, is this really what you saw in your dream?" King Yan asked in a low voice, as if he had some doubts.

"Yes, I hope my father can help Xin'er take pictures."

Yu Wenxin's eyes were as bright as stars, with some anticipation, and even a little nervous looking at the scroll, fearing that it would be snatched away by others.

"Two hundred spirit stones."

Yu Wenlie's domineering voice sounded at the auction, and he raised the sign in his hand.

King Yan is a well-known big man in the capital, and when he speaks, everyone recognizes him.

"Yan Wang Yu Wenlie..."

"He is one of the best fighters in Kyoto. I heard that he is extremely powerful, and even has the ability to kill the strong in the concentration stage."

"King Yan is one of the spokespersons of the Yuwen family in the world today, and his status in the family is not low..."

The people below started talking in low voices.

"220 spirit stones."

The previous hoarse voice came from the corner.

Everyone looked sideways to see who was competing with King Yan.

The person who spoke was an old man holding a black stick, his face was wrinkled, his eyes were cloudy, and he seemed to be unable to stand still.

"This person's aura is very strange, he should be regarded as a monk in the concentration stage..."

Yang Fan secretly observed.

"250 spirit stones." King Yan glanced at the old man indifferently, seeming a little sullen.

"270."

The old man with the black baton still had a hoarse voice, and his eyes were cloudy, as if he hadn't seen King Yan.

"Three hundred spirit stones!"

King Yan's voice increased, and a faint pressure pressed on the old man who didn't know where he came from.

At this moment, Yu Wenxin was very nervous, like a helpless little girl.She looked at Yang Fan, and said a little nervously: "Brother Yang, what if I can't get this scroll?"

Yang Fan pondered and said: "Since you had an omen in your dream, then this thing should belong to you. If this thing really belongs to you, no one else can take it away."

Hearing this, Yu Wenxin calmed down a little.

"320!" The old man added twenty spirit stones each time.

"Four hundred spirit stones!" King Yan was really angry.

"420!" The old man would add [-] spirit stones every time, calmly.

"Yang Yaoshi, can you help me..."

King Yan suddenly turned his head, lowered his voice and said to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

But it's normal to think about it, King Yan is a secular warrior after all, it is impossible to have many spirit stones.

"Lend me some spirit stones now, and I can exchange them for you when the time comes." King Yan said confidently.

"Hehe, since this item belongs to Miss Yuwen, let me take a picture of it."

Yang Fan smiled, held up the sign, and said lightly:
"A thousand spirit stones!"

From more than 400 spirit stones, all of a sudden increased to a thousand!
Whoa!
Everyone on the field was in an uproar and looked at Yang Fan one after another.

"It's him, the number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto!"

Many monks recognized Yang Fan's identity.

"It's him again..."

In the VIP room where the Yang family lived in Kyoto, Yang Yu stared at Yang Fan like a poisonous snake with his cold eyes.

"One thousand spirit stones! Is there any higher one!"

The fat-faced monk blushed and was extremely excited. He himself was surprised that this seemingly most worthless scroll could be sold for such a price.

A thousand spirit stones!
The expression of the old man holding a black stick in the corner finally changed, and he glanced at Yang Fan, appearing very hesitant.

After a while, he gritted his teeth, and the hoarse voice came again: "One thousand and twenty yuan of spirit stones."

He added another 20 yuan, but this time there was some pain on his face, and his expression was not as calm as before.

"Brother Yang..." Yu Wenxin bit her vermilion lips, looking hesitant to speak.

King Yan was also a little surprised, the old man had already added a thousand spirit stones, and the old man still didn't intend to give up.

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and said lightly:

"Two thousand spirit stones!"

Whoa!
The crowd was amazed again.

Directly double the price again.

The expression of the old man in the corner changed drastically, his eyes flickered, and he glanced at Yang Fan twice with a complicated expression.

In the end, he sighed softly, shook his head, and did not continue to shoot after all.

"Two thousand spirit stones, is there a higher one?"

The fat-faced monk was overjoyed, this is really a sky-high price.

There was a silence on the field, and even the old man with unknown origin did not speak again.

At this moment, Yu Wenxin almost held her breath, her heart beat slightly faster, and her jade hands tightly squeezed the corner of her skirt.

"Very well, this scroll belongs to Miracle Doctor Yang."

The fat-faced monk said loudly.

Yang Fan smiled, and ordered the monk in charge of the service to bring the scroll.

When the picture scroll was handed to Yang Fan, he was also a little strange, and found that the material of this thing seemed to be very ordinary, and the surface was also simple and unremarkable.

At first glance, he really thought it was an ordinary thing.

However, this picture scroll is what Yu Wenxin foresaw from a dream, and it may be related to the secret of "Jiusu Xuanmai", so it cannot be ignored.

"Xin'er, take a look."

Yang Fan handed the scroll to Yu Wenxin.

"Thank you, Brother Yang." Yu Wenxin was extremely happy, full of expectations, and took the scroll carefully.

When her little hand touched the scroll, her delicate body trembled slightly, a faint starlight flashed in her bright eyes, her eyes were confused, and then showed complex expressions such as sadness, grief, and helplessness.

At this moment, she seemed to be a different person.

However, these emotions just flashed across her face.

Immediately, a few sparse stars appeared on the scroll, exuding faint light, and it was hard to detect unless one looked carefully.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief: It seems that this thing is really unusual, almost everyone has misjudged it, there are no white flowers in the two thousand spirit stones.

After getting the picture scroll, some subtle changes took place in Yu Wenxin's breath, and the momentary emotional fluctuation made Yang Fan feel extremely weird.

And that mysterious scroll... is no longer shabby and ordinary, it exudes an antique atmosphere at this moment, and a faint fragrance is born in the air out of thin air.

hum!
Suddenly, the stars and light spots on the screen disappeared, and it was dark and deep, just like the endless space of the universe, mysterious and empty, giving people an illusion that it can be extended infinitely.

With Yu Wenxin's snow-white pretty face, I was a little startled and dazed, and slowly put away the scroll.

"How?" Yang Fan asked curiously.

Yu Wenxin closed her pretty eyes, calm as an angel, and there seemed to be some holy radiance on her face, and said in a low voice: "It seems that there are some blurred fragments in my memory, which is very strange, and there is a kind of mystery in this scroll. The breath I am familiar with is very kind, like a friend I haven't seen for many years..."

"Then does this scroll have a mysterious origin?" Yang Fan asked.

There was some confusion in Yuwen Xinxiu's eyes, and she lowered her head: "Xin'er can't tell, but I seem to know its name from birth, Xingyuetu."

"Star and moon map?"

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, he had never heard of the magic weapon with this name.

"Xin'er saw the stars, the bright moon, the infinite universe, and even saw some strange scenes, like an illusion."

Yu Wenxin gently caressed the picture scroll "Picture of Stars and Moon" in his hand, loving it.

At this moment, the auction is still going on, but Yang Fan's mind is attracted by this side.

It was the first time it saw such a strange thing since cultivating immortality, and continued to ask: "Xin'er, can you tell me about the specific situation in yesterday's dream? You said earlier that someone told you this in a dream..."

"Yes, that dream was very real, but I feel very vague when I recall it. In the dream, I vaguely remember a person. I have forgotten the general appearance, but I can only remember those very special eyes. If I can see him again, I will I will definitely recognize it..." Yu Wenxin had a look of reminiscence on his face.

Yang Fan pondered for a moment, and said: "In this way, it is very likely that "that person" gave you a dream."

"Tuo Meng?" Yu Wenxin was slightly taken aback.

"Well, there are records in ancient books and allusions. There are also similar legends in the secular world. Some unusual characters are inspired in dreams, and then they do something in reality."

Yang Fan sighed softly: "It seems that those legends of gods and ghosts are not groundless, and they all have certain basis."

"Xin'er, put away this scroll, it was bought in exchange for two thousand spirit stones."

Yan Wang reminded, and expressed his gratitude to Yang Fan: "Thank you, Pharmacist, for your help. Afterwards, I will find a way to replace the spirit stone with you."

"Ah."

Yu Wenxin put away the scroll, but felt that the old man holding a cane in the corner was looking at her with a little burning, as if he was unwilling.

"My lord, you're being polite. I'll treat this property right as a gift for the Second Princess to formally set foot in the world of cultivating immortals."

Yang Fan smiled slightly, but refused King Yan's repayment.

For Yu Wenlie in the secular world, it is very difficult to raise two thousand spirit stones.

"What! Set foot in the world of cultivating immortals?"

Hearing this, Yu Wenlie's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately said, "This... this is not acceptable!"

Yang Fan smiled indifferently: "My lord can't stop it."

"Why?" Yu Wenlie said in a deep voice.

"Because..." Yang Fan took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "Ever since I met the Second Princess and discovered the 'Jiusu Profound Vein', I have felt a pulling force in the dark. Human power can be reversed..."

Yu Wenlie was silent.

"Father..." Yu Wenxin couldn't bear it. She yearned for freedom and hoped to cultivate immortality, but she was also reluctant to give up the worldly family affection, and couldn't bear to disobey her father and make him hurt.

"The next item to be auctioned is the penultimate item in this auction..."

The fat-faced monk's voice suddenly rose again.

The last three items...

Everyone on the field cheered up, and some of the foundation-building masters who hadn't bought treasures showed expressions of eagerness to try.

Soon, a pair of exquisite silver armor was placed on the front desk, shining with a faint charming silver light, and the texture of the talismans on it was extremely complicated, exuding an oppressive aura
"This is a defensive spirit armor named 'Dazzling Silver Armor', grade: top-grade defensive spirit armor. This armor is extremely strong in defense and can withstand the full blows of foundation-building monks. It is worth mentioning that this defensive spirit The container contains a small amount of 'Tianji Mithril', which greatly increases immunity to spells."

The fat-faced monk took a deep breath, and finished introducing this amazing top-grade defensive spiritual armor.

As soon as this object came out, the eyes of all the monks at the Foundation Establishment level on the field lit up and their breathing became short of breath.

High-grade defensive spirit armor!

Many monks were shocked.

Among the spirit weapons, defensive ones are very rare, and they require a lot of materials for refining, and they are expensive.

Under normal circumstances, monks in the concentration stage rarely have defensive spirit weapons, and even some monks in the foundation stage are no exception.

Some monks in the foundation period may have it, but it is just a low-grade defensive spirit weapon.Mid-tier defensive spirit weapons are considered rare.

And at the auction at this moment, the penultimate item was actually a high-grade defensive spirit weapon.

"This spiritual armor actually contains 'Tianji Mithril'?"

The master craftsman who bought away the broken ancient armor at a high price of three thousand spirit stones had a look of amazement on his face.

Celestial Mithril is a high-level material needed to refine defensive magic weapons. Generally, only a little bit is added when refining magic weapons needed by high-level monks.Tianji mithril is rare in the world, even a piece the size of a thumb is enough to make a high-ranking monk go to war.

This "Dazzling Silver Armor" only added a small amount of "Tianji Mithril" to increase its grade by half a grade.

"Hyun silver armor, starting with a thousand spirit stones!"

The fat-faced monk shouted loudly.

"Fifteen hundred!"

"Nineteen hundred!"

"two thousand!"

……

The field was full of enthusiasm, and all the major forces and some experts in the foundation stage joined the bidding.

"It's a pity... such a good defensive spirit weapon."

Even Yang Fan was very tempted, but he was still calm and didn't join right away.

"Three thousand spirit stones!"

The Yang family in Kyoto made a move, and it was Yang Yu who spoke.

"Four thousand spirit stones!"

A cold voice came, with a hint of indifference.

The Yuwen family has made a move!
Yang Fan followed the sound, and saw a young man in purple robe standing proudly in front of the railing in the wing room where the Yuwen family lived, with his hands behind his back.

"He is the number one genius among the new generations of the Yuwen family, Yuwenlin, who is less than 30 years old this year, but his cultivation is approaching the foundation stage..."

King Yan introduced.

Yu Wenlin!
Yang Fan nodded and wrote down the person's name, and he will probably deal with him in the future.

"Four thousand and five white spirit stones!"

Yang Yu refused to admit defeat and stared at him coldly.

"Five thousand spirit stones!"

Yu Wenlin said coldly, aggressive and unyielding, as if he was bound to win.

Yang Yu hesitated, and looked back at his father.

"Five thousand five hundred!" Yang Yu got his father's promise and immediately increased the price.

"Seven thousand spirit stones!"

Yu Wenlin is full of confidence.

All of a sudden, the price was raised to [-], and the atmosphere on the field suddenly became hot.

"Father..." Yang Yu couldn't hold back anymore.

"Leave it to him." The head of the Yang family said indifferently: "Waiting for Jidan, let's see if their Yuwen family still has confidence..."

"Seven thousand spirit stones, is there any higher..."

After a while, the Yuwen family took away this high-grade defensive spiritual weapon that made people look forward to experience.

"Lin'er, take this defensive spirit weapon back and refine it."

The patriarch of the Yuwen family is a skinny old man, wearing a black gold and blue robe, with a scheming smile on his lips.

"Thank you, Patriarch Ron!"

Yu Wenlin was very grateful.

"Brother Lin, if you refine this armor, you will have a better chance of winning in the Nine Serene Secret Realm a year later..."

A quiet and gentle woman next to her said that she was Yu Wenrou, a lady from the Yuwen family who had met Yang Fan once.

"Junior Sister Rou is right." Yu Wenlin smiled at Yu Wenrou: "I will definitely live up to the high expectations and cultivation of my family."

"The penultimate item in the auction is called, 'Purple Mysterious Sword'. It is a... top-quality spiritual weapon!!!"

The fat-faced monk almost shouted those last words.

The ultimate spiritual weapon! !
All the monks on the field cheered up.

The ultimate spiritual weapon, in the eyes of all low-level monks, is an unattainable sacred object.

Those masters in the foundation building period all stared at the "Purple Profound Sword" with scorching eyes.

"Extreme spiritual weapon, with great power, I don't need to waste my words."

The fat-faced monk waved his hand abruptly: "The ultimate spiritual weapon, the Zixuan Sword, the starting price is three thousand spirit stones!"

"Three thousand five hundred!"

"Three thousand eight hundred!"

"Four thousand spirit stones!"

……

The price continued to rise, and almost all the four big families in Kyoto made a move.

"Extreme spiritual weapon..." Cheng Laoxian beside Yang Fan was amazed.

Of course, monks like them who are below the Foundation Establishment Stage can only look around and gain some perspective.

"Seven thousand spirit stones!"

Not long after, the price climbed to [-], reaching the price of a top-grade defensive spirit weapon just now.

"Seven thousand two hundred spirit stones!"

"Eight thousand spirit stones!"

A young man dressed as a scholar stood out from the Chu family in Kyoto, holding a jade folding fan, elegant and extraordinary, with a smile on his face, and quoted a price that beat the audience.

"That junior must be Chu Minghui from the Chu family in Kyoto, known as the 'Jade Fan Scholar', and his cultivation has reached the late stage of Concentration, second only to that Yu Wenlin..."

An expert in the Foundation Establishment period exclaimed.

Jade Fan Scholar, Chu Minghui.

Yang Fan looked at the handsome and personable young scholar, and remembered this name.

"Eight thousand spirit stones, is there any higher one!"

The fat-faced monk's voice was almost hoarse.

After a while, the top grade spiritual weapon "Zixuan Sword" was taken away by the Chu family in Kyoto.

Eight thousand spiritual stones are less than the limit of ordinary top-grade spiritual weapons. It is meaningless no matter how high it is. It is better to go to other high-level markets to trade.

After the Zixuan sword was slapped away, there was a moment of commotion in the audience, and then a dead silence suddenly returned.

Everyone is waiting for the finale of this auction.

"The next thing is the last auction item in this auction, and it is also the one that everyone is looking forward to... Foundation Establishment Pill!"

The fat-faced monk's voice was hoarse, and he roared hysterically.

"Building Foundation Pill, the quantity is only one, the starting price... four thousand spirit stones!"

"The reserve price is [-], and the auction starts!"

"Five thousand!"

"Five thousand five!"

"Five thousand and eight!"

……

There was a turmoil on the field.

"Seven thousand!"

"Seven thousand eight hundred!"

At this moment, all the big forces in Kyoto are fighting for the front, headed by the four major families.

"Ten thousand spirit stones... I'll take them!"

Suddenly, a voice containing infinite mysterious magic power came.

In an instant, the audience was silent—everyone couldn't help looking at the first row of the private seats.

There, sat a mysterious man wearing a black mask.

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