The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 36: Starfall
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Chapter 36 Falling Stars
The entire venue is in a semicircular shape, and the huge platform is on the first floor. Because the monks have excellent eyesight, the treasures will also be placed flat
Sitting on the fourth floor, I can see the most clearly.
The auction has not yet started. There are musicians on the stage playing instrumental music. These musicians are low-level monks. They are not aggressive, and their appearance is average, but the sound of the piano and flute is nice.
The lyre clank clank, sometimes like a silver bottle, impassioned, and sometimes like a trickle, ringing. The flute sound is slow and long, accompanied by a ringing bell, like telling a distant story. Close your eyes and listen, and vaguely see a beauty walking slowly in the eternal desert, with a string of tiny silver bells tied to her white ankles, barefooted in the yellow sand, step by step, walking away The lake there suddenly surging spring water, covering the desert, in exchange for infinite vitality.
Mo Tianliao opened his eyes and frowned slightly. The sound of the piano and flute still has a little bewitching power. Because it is played by a low-level monk, it is not enough to affect the soul, but it will also arouse hidden in people's hearts* , Causing the auction to become more lively for a while. Beauty, ankles, bells, he knew the clearest thing in the sea just now, so...
Turning his head slowly, he saw that his master had taken off his shoes and stepped barefoot on the tiger's head. His white feet were submerged in the thick fur, and Mo Tianlio felt a little itchy nose. My cat’s paws are always hugged because they are too lazy to walk. The front and back paws are always pink and soft.
The stretched out hand just touched the master’s calf, the white foot stretched out by himself and gave him a light kick. Mo Tianlio resisted the urge to catch that foot and put his hand in his sleeve. Turned his head to see Tong clearly.
"Water." Qingtong leaned on the Daying pillow, raising his chin to Mo Tianlio.
There was a waiter in this room, but the waiter consciously withdrew when he saw that the real person brought his entourage. The big brother was acting as a foot pad, and the person who was called naturally became Mo Tianlio.
Mo Tianliao stood up and poured tea for Master. There is a good fragrant tea in the teapot on the table, which is warmed with a fixed flint, and it is always hot to drink. Mo Tianliao glanced down between the tea pouring, and the entire venue was soon filled. It was impossible to see each other between the floors, but could see the situation in the hall. The monks at the foundation building and below in the hall have no souls. They can only bid for bidding, so they can't buy any precious things. After all, everyone looks at it, and beware of being robbed when you go out.
After waiting for about two quarters of an hour, the piano and flute finally stopped, the lighting stone under the stage was covered with a veil, and the curtain on the stage slipped off instantly. The stage embedded with the sun stone was very bright, and it instantly took everyone away. Idea. A loyal-looking Jindan monk stood in the middle of the platform, with a smile on his face and handed over to everyone: "Dear friends and seniors, I am fortunate to be with you in the auction house..."
"The auctioneers in this *auction house are all called □□." Mo Tianlio handed the dried tea to Qingtong, and explained in a low voice that he had brought cats to the *shop before. The teacher is not like this, but he also claims to be □□.
Qingtong took the cup and took a sip: "What?"
Mo Tianliao blinked and smiled slightly: "Nothing, do you want to eat fried fish, I remember you like fried fish here." The little hairball that had been nestled in his arms at the time, how could he care who is Auctioneer, at best, I will remember what is delicious here.
Sure enough, Qingtong's cold eyes lit up when he heard this.
When the big tiger heard something to eat, he raised his head and wailed, and was slapped by the master.
As a result, fried small fish and roasted deer legs were placed in the private room on the highest floor. Amidst the crackling of meat, I missed the first auction item. The first is a lottery. No matter how much money, the auction house will give up its profit, and the atmosphere will suddenly become lively.
The treasures, medicines, and spirits were sold interspersedly, and the grades gradually increased. The first few items were not even daring to be interested in the first few items until the fifth one came out.
"Red Tiger Slashing Moon Knife, a top-grade treasure!" The auctioneer uncovered the red silk, revealing a bright red sword with a tiger head carved. The whole body is crystal clear, and there seems to be flames circulating. "You know, this The knife comes from the hands of the "Venerable Calcined Heaven"."
"Hey--" There was a commotion in the venue, and the things of Venerable Forged Sky were already exquisite, and even the small magical artifacts made by hand in those days could be sold at high prices.
"Don’t hide it from you, this knife was the handwriting of the Venerable when he was young, not the pinnacle work," the auctioneer motioned everyone to look at the blade. The whole blade was radiant, simple but gorgeous. "However, the Venerable Jin Danqi is already well-known. This fire-attribute high-grade treasure is a gift made by Venerable Jin Dan at the Great Perfection and given to friends. It can cut Baili glaciers with a single knife and starts at 100 high-grade spirit stones!"
The usual top-grade treasures start at fifty to eighty top-grade spirit stones. This should be cast by the forged heaven, so much more.
Qingtong glanced at the knife, sneered, and said nothing.
Mo Tianliao touched his nose. The reason why he could tell that this was his early work was because the knife was pretty good-looking. You must know that the later he made things, the less particular he was. , All are practical, the appearance cannot be expected. Just like the ten thousand ghost flags used by the ancestors of withered bones, when not in use, it looks like a dirty rag cut at random.
The big tiger didn't know the "brows and eyes" of the two people behind him. He got up when he saw the big knife, patted his fur claws on the spar ball, and followed up the bid with his spiritual knowledge.
"Big brother wants that knife?" Mo Tianliao turned to look at him.
"Oh!" The big tiger yelled. Regardless of whether the junior apprentice understood it or not, he followed up with the bidding below, for fear of going wrong.
The bids in the Yajian are all passed directly through the spiritual consciousness, passed through the spar on the stage, and read by the auctioneer. Therefore, the auctioneer's cultivation level in * must be above the golden core.
"The price upstairs is one hundred and eighty!"
"One hundred and eighty-five!"
"Two hundred!"
The price rose all the way to two hundred and thirty, before slowing down, and starting to add piece by piece. The big tiger stood up ears and swept the ground nervously with his tail. It was already called two hundred and thirty-six. A total of two hundred and fifty high-grade spirit stones, no matter how much they can't afford.
"Upstairs is asking for three hundred high-grade spirit stones!" The auctioneer suddenly shouted.
The audience was silent for a moment, and there were three hundred high-grade spirit stones. You can buy three ordinary high-grade treasures. The price is too high. The big tiger put away his fur paws in frustration and ran back to lie down on his feet.
Mo Tianliao rubbed the tiger's head: "That knife is nothing good, I'll make one for you when I turn around." From his point of view, the Chihu Zhanyue Knife is no different from a trash, except for a fire attribute attack. Ability, nothing else.
The big tiger pushed his hand away and barked his teeth at Junior Brother, what do you know? This is Venerable Forged Sky’s handwriting, which is much more stable than ordinary treasures. It also has a special face in the hand. Show off with Mo Xiong and the others.
Mo Tian didn't understand Tiger's thoughts, and he didn't plan to lend money to the big brother to buy a waste product, so he turned his head and went on to the things on the stand.
"I have a set of seven-color spar here, each of which has special properties and can be refined into a set of treasures!" A long tray was placed on the stage with red orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Seven color spar, each piece is the size of a fist.
Red crystal, orange cloud crystal, Mingyang crystal, turquoise gum, lapis lazuli, and blue beads. The first six are all well-known rare gems. They have some special uses, and they are all very valuable. , It's even more different to have so many kinds.
"What is that purple stone!" shouted an unknown person in the audience.
Mo Tianliao heard this, and went to look at the purple spar. This didn't matter, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he put his hand on the crystal that was asking for the price without thinking.
The auctioneer said that this is Ziyun Jing, but some people say that Ziyun Jing is lighter than this color. Maybe the auction house used it to make up the number! The auctioneer smiled and didn't say much. Ziyunjing is not a particularly precious spar. It is indeed to make up a set of casual licks, but even for the first six, it can be sold at a good price.
The starting price is a thousand top-grade spirit stones!
"One thousand and one hundred!"
"One thousand and two hundred!"
"Two thousand!" A monk Yuan Ying bid up to two thousand upstairs, and the bid in the venue paused.
"Thanks to the ancestor." A beautiful female cultivator sat beside the Yuan Ying monk, smiling and thanking the monk. With such a complete set of spar, you can find a master refiner to develop a set of all attributes When the time comes, any means can resist one or two.
Father Yuan Ying smiled and smiled for the Pomeranian. Such a small amount of money is still affordable.
"Two thousand and one yuan." Mo Tianliao bid a price.
"..." When the monk Yuan Ying heard the price, he immediately fell on his back, "Five hundred!"
"Five hundred and one yuan." Mo Tianlio still followed the price unhurriedly.
Meng Hu turned into a human and barked his teeth: "Brother, that plate of stones is not useful, what are you going to do?"
"Carve a tea set for Master." Mo Tianliao said casually, continuing to follow the price.
The big brother was almost choked. Qingtong snorted, raised his hand and slapped Mo Tianliao.
Mo Tianliao smiled. Whenever the person below asked for a price, he would add an extra piece until it reached eight thousand. That person really couldn't make a move. He bought it for eight thousand and one piece.
An attendant delivered the things directly and paid them on the spot.
Mo Tianlio took the last piece of purple spar in his hand, probed it with his soul, and slowly curled his lips. He really did not read it wrong. This is not a purple cloud crystal, but a nine soul crystal that can refine a Horcrux !
Qingtong twisted a red gemstone in his hand and turned it around, and said coolly, "The falling star stone costs at least 30,000. How can you buy it if it appears later?"
I was happy that I picked up a cheap Mo Tianliao and suddenly became stiff. At this moment, the first 23 pieces had been taken, and the first treasure was launched on the stage. The black stone has a vast and deep inside, and a blue light on the outside, like a star falling for nine days. It is the falling star stone he needs!