Village live broadcast Little Shennong

Chapter 154
After being surprised, Lin Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask Fengquan and Xiao Hai: "Old man, do you know the Xuanmen in Jiangnan?"

Xiao Hai took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Yeah, that old antique sect is said to be a celestial master sect that subjugates demons and eliminates demons. It's a godsend. I've met it a few times before. A group of old-fashioned people who talk about you when they meet When the heaven is full, you will definitely be rich and powerful, or people will say, 'If your seal is darkened, there will be a bloody disaster today'!"

The corner of Lin Xiaoyu's mouth twitched slightly, do all the Taoists look like this?
"Think about it, if someone pointed at your nose and said, 'The hall is dark, there will be a bloody disaster today', what would you think?" Xiao Hai said.

Lin Xiaoyu sneered: "I guess I want to beat this guy up!"

"That's right, I thought so too." Xiao Hai clapped his hands and said, "If I hadn't gotten older and didn't want to show my waist, I would definitely beat up those old guys. Bad luck!"

Lin Xiaoyu was shocked and stared at Xiao Hai's heavenly position. He didn't understand those faces, but he did see that Xiao Hai's Yintang was slightly darkened, which was not the superficial kind.

When he came in just now, he thought Xiao Hai was tanned, but when he thought about it carefully, whoever got tanned would only get tanned on his forehead!

But Fengquan didn't seem to notice anything, and his expression was still as indifferent as before.

For a moment, Lin Xiaoyu didn't know how to speak, if he rashly said to Xiao Hai that 'Yintang is black', he would probably get beaten.

At this time, the staff of the auction knocked on the door and came in to inform that the auction was about to start, and they were asked to come to the auction as soon as possible.

Lin Xiaoyu put this matter aside for the time being, and followed Xiao Hai unhurriedly, guarding against any accidents happening to Xiao Hai.

Entering the auction venue, Lin Xiaoyu felt that many pairs of eyes were staring at them. Xiao Hai didn't know what he saw, and his expression immediately collapsed: "I'm really afraid of something, what a bad luck!"

Following Xiao Hai's line of sight, Lin Xiaoyu saw a few old men in Tang suits sitting on their seats, leaning on crutches in their hands, with their backs straight and neat.

A few middle-aged people surrounded them, humbly talking about something, and their attitude was obviously trying to please them.

Lin Xiaoyu's ears moved slightly, and quickly received those voices in his ears.

"Mr. Song, you did my fortune-telling last time. My luck has really improved a lot during this time. Our company has a new opening. I would like you to help me check the feng shui!"

"Mr. Song, I listened to your reminder last time that I didn't go to a place near the seaside. Sure enough, everything went smoothly!"

"Mr. Song, this is my grandson's birthday. Help me figure out how his life will be in the future. Will he be rich or prosperous?"

Hearing what these people said to those old men in Tang suits, Lin Xiaoyu became more certain that these old men might be the Jiangnan Xuanmen he was looking for.

But now Mr. Xiao Hai has great opinions on these people. It is definitely not possible to contact them obviously. He must find a way.

But when he was about to sit down, the old men from Xuanmen suddenly turned their heads and stared at him, no, they were staring at them!

He doesn't yet have that good feeling about himself that makes him feel like the other person has noticed him.

Xiao Hai was stared at by the Taoist old man, and immediately became angry: "No matter what you look at, these old guys know how to dislike me, and come here to curse me for nothing!"

Fengquan said indifferently: "Wait and see, the auction will start soon, they should not bother you again."

Lin Xiaoyu took the opportunity to glance at Xiao Hai, only to see that his impression was getting darker and darker, and the bad premonition in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

The auction officially started, and the lighting of the venue changed from bright to a gentle light.

Lin Xiaoyu took the opportunity to rub the Dragon King Order in his hands: Dragon King Order, Dragon King Order, give me an idea, how can you get rid of the bad luck on Mr. Xiao Hai?

The Dragon King Ling was slightly hot in his hand, and he felt something pop out of his mind, it was a string of golden words.

Before he could see clearly what they were, he felt a force boiling inside his body. This was a strange force that did not belong to the Dragon King!
Thinking of the power that Song Qing passed into his body last time in the ancient tomb, he instantly understood.

Song Qing is the head of Xuanmen, he must be proficient in all kinds of Xuanmen thaumaturgy, even if he is dead, but the power of soul is enough for him, a layman, to understand some Xuanmen thaumaturgy.

Soon, his mind gradually became clear, and he already knew what to do.

The auction officially started, and everyone focused on the items on the stage. Lin Xiaoyu quietly approached Xiao Hai.

"Master Xiao!"

"What's wrong?" Xiao Hai tilted his head slightly, he couldn't hear Lin Xiaoyu's words clearly.

"Do you want fish for lunch?"

"what?"

Of course, Lin Xiaoyu's purpose was not to ask Xiao Hai what he wanted to eat for lunch, but he quietly touched Xiao Hai's wrist while he was asking, taking the opportunity to transfer the unlucky aura of blackened Yintang to himself.

He thought to himself that he was young and strong, and no matter how unlucky he fell, it would only cause pain in his buttocks.

An old man and a young man decided to go eat fish after the auction, without considering Fengquan's opinion.

After a while, Lin Xiaoyu felt that he was a bit unlucky, because he choked on his saliva.

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Moreover, he noticed that the old Xuanmen turned to look at him. This time he was sure that they were staring at him.

They were discussing something in a low voice. Lin Xiaoyu wanted to listen, but found that he could not understand anything this time. It was as if there was a barrier between them and he could not hear the voices of those people talking.

"What we are auctioning now is an antique short knife from the Tang Dynasty. According to legend, this knife was imitated from the dagger Jingke used when he assassinated the King of Qin. It was used for assassination in the Tang Dynasty!" short knife.

Just his introduction made people not interested in this antique short knife. The short knife used for assassination had seen blood. Who would buy such an antique short knife home with blood?

Unknown!

The host was also very innocent. He followed the script!

The starting price of this antique short knife was 20 yuan. For a while, the scene was awkward. It seemed that no one was interested in this bloody antique.

The host became anxious and began to rack his brains to say good things about this dagger. His words of praise were extremely beautiful.

Lin Xiaoyu silently prepared to press the bracelet, but someone took the first step.

The big screen lights up: No. 25, [-]!
The host excitedly read out this number, Lin Xiaoyu looked at the seat number ten, what a coincidence, it was one of those Taoist old men!
(End of this chapter)