The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 17: Auction
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Coaxed Master Cat, Mo Tianlio asked Xiao Er to bring food.
This is the inn in Ruyifang. The food tastes very expensive. Mo Xiaozlaw pushed the fish in the bowl and pushed it aside.
Mo Tianlio didn't care about it. He was going to buy some fresh fish for the cat later, and he took his chopsticks to finish the meal one bite at a time. Before cultivating immortals in his previous life, he was born in poverty, and after his family broke down, he often couldn't eat enough. Unless it was really hard to swallow, he could finish eating ordinary food slowly.
Mo Xiaoclaw squatted aside to look at him, lowered his head, and slowly ate the thorny fish in the bowl. He too had been hungry, but after seeing Mo Tianliao again, he unconsciously started picky eaters again.
Mo Tianliao turned his head and saw the little hairball slowly eating fish, and suddenly felt a little distressed. When he was in the magic palace before, this uncle only ate spirit fish raised in ice spring water: "Don’t eat if you don’t want to. I'll buy you something else in a while."
The white fur ball looked up at him, flicked his tail, and decisively pushed the jade bowl aside.
"..." Mo Tianlio twitched his mouth, got up resignedly, and told the cat to be obedient. He walked out of the room and was not at ease. He turned around and put the cat in his clothes, then lifted his foot into the street.
The sun has set, and Ruyifang has lit the lights. The market for immortal cultivators is different from that of ordinary people. It does not distinguish between day and night. Some treasures need night to see their true colors.
The shops are closed, and the small stalls in the square are placed in the middle of the market. Colored glaze lamps, falling stars, luminous cups, a plethora of treasures filled the entire Ruyifang, which looked like a sky street from a distance.
Mo Tianliao bought a pack of fried fish, ate one by himself, and fed one to the hairy mouth at the mouth of the cloak.
"This glazed hairpin is really beautiful, brother, give it to you." An enchanting-looking female nun held a simple carved hairpin and gestured to the man behind her head.
"I don't think it's appropriate for me to wear this." The man was big and thick, and he blushed when he heard the teacher speak. Although he wanted to accept it, the crystal clear glass was really not commensurate with him. If he wears it, he is afraid It will make the brothers laugh.
"Yes, I am afraid that only that person can be worthy of this kind of hairpin in this world..." The female sister held the hairpin and muttered to herself. That person prefers light-colored glaze, and occasionally bundles his hair, and the hairpin must be of this material.
The man was a little unhappy, and raised his hand to grab the hairpin and threw it back to the small stall: "How long has that man been dead? What's to worry about?"
"You..." The woman raised her eyes and glared at him, waiting to say something, and suddenly stopped.
"How can I sell this glazed hairpin?" The low and sweet voice, with a few scattered voices, sounded like thunder in the woman's ears.
"Fifteen low-grade spirit stones." The monk who set up the stall immediately responded.
"The color of the colored glaze is good, but the carving is simple and ruined the material." Slender fingers stretched out from the cloak and twisted the light colored colored glaze hairpin with a simple flowing cloud carved on it. The knife is jerky, "five low-grade spirit stones."
"That won't work, I bought this glass for eight yuan." The monk quit.
"Then you might as well sell Liuli directly, I will give you ten yuan."
"..." The monk who set up the stall was furious.
"Venerable..." The woman on the side called out in a daze.
The person in the cloak didn't respond, and continued to bargain with the stall. Finally, he bought the glazed hairpin with eight low-grade spirit stones and left without looking back.
Mo Tianliao returned to the inn, played with the glazed hairpin in his hand, took out a small carving knife, and carelessly decorated the rough carving object. The girl just now, if he didn't admit his mistake, it should be his former fireworker, and forgot which magic door sent it. It seems that the magic palace is scattered, and this woman has returned to her own school, but...this is Wo How can people in the magic door appear in Yunzong's territory?
"Xiao Claw, do you remember which school sent the woman to me?" Mo Tianliao blew the carved debris, and asked the hair **** his paw.
The kitten looked up at him, narrowed his eyes slowly, and suddenly gave him a paw.
Mo Tianliao was startled. This paw was full of spiritual power. Scratching it down would definitely bleed, and he was so scared that the soul was pulled away from his arm!
The sting of wood was heard from my ear, and when I looked down, my small arm really turned into wood, and his claws scratched the sleeves, leaving four white marks on the wood.
"Huh?" After moving his arm, his fingers can still move, and the part that turned into wood is still sensible, but it is slightly blunt than the flesh and blood.
"Meow?" The kitten also widened his eyes, pressed it with a pink palm, which was hard, with a light blue bark, stood up, pierced and scratched. After a while, I thought it was funny, and started scratching and biting while holding the arm.
Mo Tianliao was stunned for a while, and slowly pulled the spirit away from his fingertips, the fingers gradually turned into wood, and then filled the spirit back into flesh and blood. Mo Tianliao felt very complicated about the state where he could become "not a human" at any time. He picked up the hair ball that was still happily grinding his paws, lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
There was no word for a night. The next day, Mo Tianliao put on his cloak and went to the auction house again.
The monks who have things on consignment can enter with wooden signs, and those who don’t have to pay the entrance fee of five lower-grade spirit stones.
Mo Tianlio put the wooden sign away, put five spiritual stones in the tray at the door, walked in, found an unremarkable corner and sat down. The person holding the wooden sign was invited into a special seat by the attendant.
It's not a big hall, it was soon filled with people, the lights dimmed, and a smiling foundation monk stepped onto the stage.
"I would like to thank you for not giving up and patronizing Ruyi Auction House. Today, there are a few rare treasures. We invite fellow daoists and predecessors to appreciate..." The auction process was briefly introduced. The treasures were all placed on the stage with red cloth Cover, uncover one by one, and get the higher price. There are masters in the auction house, so you don't have to worry about someone killing someone.
Mo Tianlio sneered. Naturally, there would be nothing to do in the auction house, and the place would be out of order.
"The first treasure, a thousand-year-old grass," the monk on the stage opened the red cloth on the first tray, and a green-yellow spiritual grass was lying quietly in the cold jade box, "start shooting, Four hundred and fifty low-grade spirit stones."
Guiyuan Cao is the basis for refining the soul-soothing pill. One hundred years old can make soothing pill, five hundred years old can make refreshing pill, and one thousand years old can make concentrating pill.
The price of concentrating pill is very expensive, because this kind of pill can not only soothe the mad soul, if the soul is injured, only this kind of pill can repair one or two.
As soon as this grass came out, it was immediately scrambled by many alchemists, and was finally snatched away with 80 middle-grade spirit stones.
The first three are spirit grass and medicinal pills. Mo Tianlio was out of interest, took out a bag of fried fish, and fed the cat with one pair of them in his cloak.
"This fourth piece is a set of rare magical instruments." The foundation-building monk on the stage lifted the red cloth, took out the thousand-year-old water sinking wooden box, and slowly opened it, revealing the dense wooden thorns inside. , "Forty-nine water sinking wood thorns, black iron cast head, exquisite workmanship, top-grade artifacts, starting with 50 middle-grade spiritual stones."
"Water sinking wood thorns should be made into treasures, what use is the special magical artifact?" Someone in the audience whispered, if there are so many small objects, if they can't be controlled by the soul, it will be of no use to throw them out.
The people on the stage seemed to have expected this, and picked up a wooden thorn: "You might as well see the power of this magical tool, and then make your decision." After that, someone moved out a diamond rock three feet behind and placed it in On the stage, this kind of rock is very strong, comparable to the physical strength of a Jindan monk.
A wooden thorn with spiritual power came directly and passed through the diamond rock without any hindrance.
Everyone is in an uproar, the sinking wood is indeed suitable for hidden weapons, but the ones that are so useful are still visible from the first time, even if they are not treasures, throw a few when fighting with others, and poke a few blood on the opponent Hole, the situation can be reversed if not sure.
"Sixty!"
"Sixty-five!"
"Eighty!"
In a short while, the price was raised to 80 yuan, and the increase gradually eased, and people began to increase one by one.
"Ninety!" A woman's voice sounded, with a bit of certainty.
Everyone was silent for a while. Although this artifact is good, it is not worthwhile to spend more than a hundred middle-grade spirit stones.
"Ninety-five." A lazy voice came from the corner.
The woman turned her head and saw the chin exposed in the black hood, she was taken aback. The five big and three rough guys around him suddenly felt unhappy when they saw someone snatching something from the junior, "One hundred!"
"One hundred and one." Mo Tianlio fed a small fish and slowly exited.
"One hundred and five!" The man hit the bar with him and hurriedly said.
Mo Tianlio still raised the price unhurriedly.
"One hundred and thirty!" After a few rounds, the demon man had already shouted such a high price, and then he looked at it triumphantly. The price has far exceeded the value of the magic weapon. The man in the cloak wanted it very much, to see how much he could offer.
Mo Tianlio put away the fried fish in his hand, clapped his hands, and stopped bidding.
"Deal!" The foundation-building monk on the stage smiled from ear to ear, "Congratulations to this fellow Taoist!"
The demon man was stunned, looking at the wooden box and the grateful junior girl, gritted his teeth and paid for it!
"The last treasure is very rare. Please remember that if it is taken, it is best to recognize the master in my auction house." The foundation monk on the stage paused and needed to recognize the master, or it could be income The spirit weapon of Dantian warmth is either an extremely precious monster, no matter what kind it is, it is crazy.
The kitten in his arms slowly climbed up and squeezed his head out of the small hole in the cloak. Mo Tianlio looked around. There was no light in the audience. Everyone should not see this little hairy head. Let it go.
When everyone’s appetite was eaten up, the red cloth was slowly uncovered on the stage, revealing an iron cage. In the cage, a panicked cub was suddenly exposed to strong light and faint. Wailing.
"Monster!"
"I want as many spirit stones!"
"Quick offer!"
The pan suddenly exploded in the lobby.
The kitten with the cloak tightened its paws suddenly, stabbed, and made a big cut.