Chapter 69

The flying boat flew very steadily along the designated route. In the three-story cabin, Xitie also prepared a room for refining equipment for himself. They couldn't just play during the flight. They still had to practice when it was time to practice.

On a small ship, it was not convenient for sword practitioners to practice with swords, but it was still feasible to compete by controlling the sword's power. At this moment, Chu Jinglan and Yue Ming were practicing sword's power on the deck again. Xiao Mo had nothing to do, so he strolled to the helm.

These past few days, Xiao Mo has been sleeping for a while almost every day. In the eyes of Yue Ming and Xi Tie, this is consistent with the foundation-building stage, but Chu Jinglan knows that it is not the case. Xiao Mo also sees his worry and tells him that he is just using sleep to restore his mental strength and temporarily replace his spiritual practice, so he doesn't need to worry.

Moreover, I have been in good spirits recently and there is nothing wrong with my mind. Although I still have dreams from time to time, I have not had nightmares anymore.

Some dreams are too scattered, so fleeting that you can hardly remember the content when you wake up.

At the helm are puppets. Among the puppets, there are the simplest lumpy iron men that can only do simple things. The orders are engraved on runes and cannot be changed. Puppets above the ground level are all controlled by runes and consciousness, more like robots in modern science fiction movies, and depending on the materials used to refine them, some puppets can look like real people.

This puppet of Xitie is like this. Although its skin color is close to that of humans, its skin is also hard, and you can hear metallic sounds when it touches things.

The refined stone in the puppet's chest is the energy source for their activities, which can be replenished with spirit stones or other spiritual things. The combat power of Xitie's puppet is comparable to that of a Yuan baby. In terms of defense, it can withstand two palms from a middle-stage distraction, which is already very powerful.

I don't know if it's Xitie's aesthetic taste, but the face of the puppet is not an ordinary human face. It looks like a glazed mask, very festive. Xiao Mo felt that his consciousness had stabilized in the past two days, so he condensed his consciousness into threads and carefully studied the structure of the puppet, as a reconstruction of his consciousness.

When Chu Jinglan came over, Xiao Mo was sitting next to the puppet with a focused look on his face.

Chu Jinglan didn't look exhausted or frail after the fight. His sword power was enough to kill people above his level. Of course, he wouldn't lose to Yue Ming. He saw Xiao Mo staring at the puppet: "Do you like puppets?"

Xiao Mo: "Just a little research."

He withdrew his consciousness and said, "I found that if I fight against the puppets, my Fantasy Moon Heart and the Fear Heart in the flute sound will be useless."

Sound cultivators can condense sound into blades to cause damage, but mental attacks are their advantage. When they encounter puppets, this advantage is gone.

Chu Jinglan followed his academic thinking: "When encountering a puppet, no matter what kind of cultivator it is, it is best to first find out the person behind the scenes."

Xiao Mo: "Well, we can work our way back by following the traces of consciousness on the puppet."

As long as the opponent's consciousness is not as powerful as Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo can still control this thread of consciousness and plant "thoughts" in the opponent's consciousness. In other words, Xiao Mo's special inner demon can do it.

If Xiao Mo is really interested in puppets, Chu Jinglan thought silently that he could pay the weapon maker to forge one or two puppets. Not only could they take care of his daily life, but they could also serve as thugs and shields. They would indeed be very practical and could reduce the possibility of Xiao Mo becoming an enemy, which would help protect Xiao Mo's identity.

feasible.

But now, we must first resolve Xiao Mo's recent mental condition.

Chu Jinglan: "Bohai is coming."

After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips and tried to reach out to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo did not doubt it, and took Chu Jinglan's hand and used the force to stand up.

It is just an ordinary simple action, but when the mood is different, every touch will draw tenderness and tenderness in the heart.

Chu Jinglan could clearly feel the beating of his heart.

Every strange flow is whispering that the person in front of you is the one you love.

[Ding, mental attack successful, points +50! ]

Xiao Mo was no longer surprised by this kind of integration.

He and Chu Jinglan's hands naturally separated and they came to the deck. Below them was a vast blue ocean with the water and sky reflecting each other. The flying boat began to descend in altitude and many flying boats and flying swords could be seen around them. Everyone stopped at a port.

The sea market in Bohai is the entire city. When the Yingyue Sect members got off the boat, Xitie put away the flying boat and asked the puppet to continue following them. From the port, it was bustling with people, and all kinds of shops and stalls could be seen everywhere. Some of the stalls were insignificant, but if you were lucky, you might be able to run into good things there.

Of course, behind such a prosperous and money-making place, there is also the shadow of Jinxiu Pavilion.

"The best Bohai Pearls and Sea Monster Pills, don't miss them if you pass by!"

"Just a new coral, take a look at it!"

The shouts were endless, and the place was very lively. Qiuqiu stood on Xiao Mo's shoulder. Xiao Mo was also curious about the excitement, so he turned his head and looked left and right. When he passed by a small stall, Yueming glanced at a sword tassel and thought it was good. He stopped and asked a price: "How much?"

The stall owner observed the demeanor and attire of the people, and with a shrewd look, he said with a smile, "Fifty middle-grade spirit stones."

The tassel of the sword was woven from rosy silk. Yue Ming was about to pay after hearing this, but Xi Tie grabbed her sleeve and said, "This craft can only be sold for twenty medium-grade pieces at most. No more. He's ripping you off!"

Yue Ming was immediately displeased when he heard this. He didn't think that Gui was being treated as a fool by others, which was different from the other person: "Do you think I'm easy to fool?"

When the boss saw his expression change, he immediately smiled and said, "Oh, no way! My craftsmanship on this ear of corn is really good. I usually sell it this way, but I see that some of you are kind, so how about this, fellow Taoist, twenty is twenty."

Xi Tie, who usually speaks in a very socially phobic manner, actually becomes tough when it comes to bargaining. He raises his head and says, "Fifteen, if you want to sell it, don't sell it!"

The boss knew that he had met someone who knew the business. Although he made less money, it was still better than making no money at all. He had no choice but to say, "Okay, fifteen, fifteen. No less!"

Yueming won the item with 15 yuan and patted Xitie on the shoulder happily: "You can do it."

Xiao Mo also nodded: "You are indeed an expert."

Without the atmosphere of bargaining, Xitie blushed at the compliment and touched his head in embarrassment: "It's nothing."

They bought the Bohai pearls that Xitie needed in a big store. There were also Dongqing pearls here. Chu Jinglan looked at them one by one, and finally picked up one and asked, "Is this the oldest one?"

In his hand was a 200-year-old Dongqing Pearl.

The shop owner said, "Yes, sir. Dongqing pearls that are over 200 years old will only appear in auction houses. Today, a 600-year-old pearl will be auctioned off. If you are interested, you can go and have a look."

"Thank you for telling me." Chu Jinglan said, "I want this one too."

Xiao Mo caught his wording: "Also?"

"Okay." Chu Jinglan paid the money and handed the Dongqingzhu to Xiao Mo, "Let's go to the auction house to have a look."

Xiao Mo took the bead, which was round and radiated a clean and gentle aura: "I have no objection to going to the auction house to broaden your horizons, but this bead is enough."

"I couldn't give you anything good before," Chu Jinglan said, "Now that you want to use it, you should choose the best."

Xiao Mo tightened his grip on the beads.

He felt that he was now accustomed to Chu Jinglan's kindness, but these words still plucked a string in his brain, and his heart was warmed.

He abruptly looked away, timidly twitching his fingers and the villain in his heart, and he became unnatural again: "...It's already very good."

Yueming happened to meet Xitie who had just finished paying the bill. Yueming said, "Look at what he has prepared for you. Two hundred year old beads are not enough. Let's go to the auction house."

Xitie also nodded: The flute to heaven is on the way, what are the six hundred year old beads!

Xiao Mo's awkward feeling had not yet dissipated, and he did not dare to look Chu Jinglan in the eye. He spoke to the other two people, "Why are you guys joining in the fun?"

Yue Ming chuckled and said, "If he wants to buy it for you, just take it. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Xiao Mo cleared his throat and said stubbornly: "I'm not embarrassed."

Chu Jinglan followed his words and said, "Okay, let's go to the auction house."

He was standing next to Xiao Mo, and the voice was too close to Xiao Mo, making Xiao Mo's ears itchy. Xiao Mo said he was sorry, but he still didn't dare to turn his eyes away.

But Yueming and Xitie were obviously also very excited and finalized their trip to the auction house.

Xiao Mo held the beads in his hand and could only obey the majority and go with them. He first collected the two hundred year old Dong Qing Pearl.

Xiao Mo felt that his spiritual consciousness had not been disturbed recently, and the Dong Qing Pearl might not be of much use. If the price of Dong Qing Pearl was too high at the auction later, he would just hold Chu Jinglan back.

The entrance fee to Bohai Auction House is fifty medium-grade spirit stones per person, but if a private room is needed, the fee will increase to one hundred. The three did not want to be disturbed, so they asked for a private room.

The auction house is characterized by luxury and elegance. In the center, there is a huge suspended sky lantern, which is not only beautiful but also a focal point. There is a guardian sitting inside the building, and with the Jinxiu Pavilion behind it, there is no need to worry about anyone causing trouble.

The auction house has five floors with a dome-shaped structure. The five floors are surrounded by private rooms, so that each floor can see the central auction stage. The first floor is for ordinary seats, which is already full at this time. Xiao Mo and his friends' private room is on the third floor.

The private rooms above the third floor are screened off by barriers, so people outside cannot see clearly what is going on inside the rooms. The third floor and below are ordinary private rooms, and it is not that the Yingyue Sect members do not have the money to upgrade to better rooms, but the fourth and fifth floors need to be booked in advance, and there are no seats left at this time.

The servant led the three people to their seats and served them spiritual tea and spiritual food, all of which were good things. The fragrance of the tea was refreshing. Since they had spent the money, the service naturally had to be good. Several people flipped through the brochure in the box, which listed today's auction items.

There is indeed a six-hundred-year-old Dongqing Pearl, and the starting price is twenty thousand medium-grade spirit stones.

Xiao Mo asked Xi Tie: "What is the appropriate price for a 600-year-old Dongqing Pearl?"

Xi Tie said, "Just like what the boss said before, the Dongqing Pearl after two hundred years will only appear in the auction house, so any price is possible, but normally, it should be possible to get it within 300,000 medium-grade spirit stones."

Xiao Mo nodded, saying the price was okay.

Although he has infinite points, and can get hundreds of millions of spirit stones if he buys all the spirit stones in the system mall, and he also has a lot of money in his storage device, he still shouldn't waste money when it shouldn't be wasted. This habit has been engraved in his bones.

After a while, a beautiful auctioneer came to the stage and the auction officially began.

Items were brought to the stage one by one. Today's auction was not a big show. The items were all presentable but not so hotly sought after. Most of the transactions were completed at reasonable prices.

Xiao Mo listened and felt relieved, thinking that there wouldn't be many people fighting for Dong Qingzhu.

Soon, the six hundred year old Dongqing Pearl was brought up, and the auctioneer said in a clear voice: "A six hundred year old Dongqing Pearl, the starting price is twenty thousand middle grade spirit stones, and each bid starts at one thousand middle grade spirit stones!"

As soon as the auction of Dong Qingzhu started, there were only eight people in the audience, including Chu Jinglan, who started bidding.

And as the price continued to rise, soon people stopped following.

Yueming felt relieved: "There aren't many people bidding, and they don't sound anxious, so they probably won't raise the price too high."

"Thirty thousand——"

"Thirty-five thousand——"

"Thirty-six thousand——"

When the price reached 50,000, there were only two parties bidding.

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "Seventy thousand."

Another voice followed up: "Seventy-five thousand."

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "Eighty thousand."

The voice over there said, "One hundred thousand."

The person who was bidding was in a private room on the second floor. From where Xiao Mo and the others were standing, they could only see the fence at the edge of the room. The people in the room were all inside the room. Similarly, the people in that room could not see Chu Jinglan and the others.

But it was just normal bidding, and no one paid attention to what the other party was like.

When Chu Jinglan spoke again, he added a large sum: "Fifty thousand."

The voice from another box that had been following the call in an orderly manner paused this time before continuing: "Sixteen."

Chu Jinglan: "Eighteen."

This time the pause was longer.

Auctioneer: "One hundred and eighty thousand middle-grade spirit stones for one time, one hundred and eighty thousand middle-grade spirit stones for two times——"

"Two hundred thousand!"

When that voice was shouted out, it was obvious that it was already filled with pain.

Xitie had a good idea: "The other side should be almost at the top."

Chu Jinglan was quite relaxed: "Two hundred and ten thousand."

The other party gritted his teeth and said, "Two hundred and one thousand."

Chu Jinglan said casually: "Twenty-five."

“Bang!”

A clear table-slapping sound came from the private room over there. Xiao Mo and Yue Ming both raised their eyebrows and moved closer to the fence. In the private room below, some arguments gradually came out. Soon, a person appeared at the fence and said with a sullen face: "I don't know which Taoist friend is bidding, but can you give me Lingxiao Sect a favor?"

When Xiao Mo heard the words "Lingxiao Sect", his eyebrows jumped and he had a bad premonition. The next second, his premonition came true, because he was very familiar with the person who appeared behind that disciple.

Su Baimo was seen hurriedly pulling the sleeve of the disciple who was bidding the price: "Brother, you don't have to spend so much money on me."

Xiao Mo was about to withdraw his body quickly, but he was a step too late, and Chu Jinglan leaned close to him.

In this way, the people below raised their heads, and the people above lowered their heads, and they could all see each other's appearance clearly.

When Su Baimo saw Chu Jinglan's shocked face, he was completely stunned.

Chu Jinglan seemed to be thinking about something, and glanced at Xiao Mo. He found that there was disbelief in Xiao Mo's eyes, and his expression was a little stiff.

Xiao Mo was screaming in his heart: No way, how come we meet again! ?

Yue Ming stepped on the fence and snorted, "Everyone bid normally. If you can't afford it, just give up. Are you trying to save face for Ling Xiao Sect? Does Ling Xiao Sect know that you are embarrassed by coming out?"

The disciple blushed, but looked at Su Baimo and tried to say something, but a scolding voice came from the side: "I told you not to go, but you still don't come back and sit down. Aren't you ashamed enough?"

At this moment, the auctioneer flexibly controlled the situation, rolled his eyes, and remained silent for a while.

Soon, in the private room of Lingxiao Sect, another pale-faced man slowly came to the edge. He seemed to be ill and saluted to Xiao Mo and the others.

"I'm sorry, my fellow Taoist. I'm not sensible and have caused you trouble. Please continue."

As he spoke, he put his hands down and looked up.

This person's face unexpectedly coincided with the face of someone in Xiao Mo's previous dream: the last cornerstone figure, Lingxiao Sect Master Bu Shu.

Jun Bushu didn't know what he saw, but his listless eyes suddenly lit up.

He was ill just now, but now he was inexplicably energetic and said hurriedly: "Can you talk to me later, fellow Taoists? I have something important to ask you!"

Chu Jinglan's remaining gaze withdrew from Xiao Mo's face. Just as he was about to say "No need", the person below changed his voice and said, "I have a divination for the two people on the right. Lingxiao Zongjun will not write it down, but please discuss it in detail!"

His voice fell into the ears of the four people of Yingyue Sect, and Yueming's eyes widened: "He is the divine fortune teller Jun Bushu?"

Aren’t the two on the right Chu Jinglan and Xiao Mo?

Chu Jinglan stopped talking.

He had been in the upper realm for some time, so he had naturally heard of Jun Bushu's reputation.

"This man is very accurate in fortune-telling. It's definitely worth it to get in touch with him," Yue Ming turned around and said, "And since Jun Bushu has predicted your fortune, now that you've met, even if you refuse him this time, he will find a way to come to you."

Xiao Mo didn't want to get close to Su Baimo, but Jun Bushu's divination was related to him and Chu Jinglan...maybe he should listen to it.

Xiao Mo pondered and looked at Chu Jinglan: "Let him tell you?"

Chu Jinglan: "Okay."

He also wanted to know what kind of divination had included both him and Xiao Mo.