The system is invincible, but this kitten is very depressed

No. 9 paused and continued: "But I also need this Tianyuan Yangyang Pill, I'm afraid I will live up to the Taoist Master's expectations."

Two levels of reversal, Zhang Shan, who was still complaining, was stunned.

It was as if I saw a light shining on the earth.

Upon hearing No. 9's answer, Taoist Priest Changmei snorted, without even raising his number plate, and shouted directly.

"Two hundred and ninety thousand taels!"

The calm No. 9: "Three hundred thousand taels!"

The long-browed Taoist priest suppressed his anger: "Three hundred and twenty thousand taels!"

The calm No. 9 said: "Three hundred and forty thousand taels!"

The long-browed Taoist priest who suppressed his anger gritted his teeth: "Three hundred and fifty thousand taels!"

The calm No. 9 said slowly: "Three hundred and seventy thousand taels!"

Zhang Shan looked at No. 9, who looked casual and elegant. Ye Qingyun's patterned robe made the man stand tall and straight, making him even more handsome, mysterious and profound in the ghost mask.

The long-browed Taoist priest frowned so much that he could pinch a fly to death, and his voice was somewhat emotional, "Three hundred and eighty thousand taels!"

Boss No. 9: "Four hundred thousand taels!"

Taoist Changmei said in a cold tone: "Do you really want to compete with Pindao for this Tianyuan Yangyang Pill?"

Boss No. 9 refused to give in at all and said in a cold voice: "I don't want to embarrass the Taoist Master, but I also need this Tianyuan Yangyang Pill."

The long-browed Taoist priest raised his fly whisk, and it was difficult for him to take action in front of various sects, so he had to suppress his impetuous aura and remain silent.

The auction house was silent, filled with a depressing atmosphere.

The auctioneer swallowed, took a deep breath, and shouted.

"First time for four hundred thousand taels!"

"Four hundred thousand taels for the second time!"

"Four hundred thousand taels for the third time! Congratulations to No. 9 for successfully capturing the Tianyuan Huanyang Pill!"

"This auction ends here! Ming Shuanglou thanks all our friends for coming to support us. See you all!"

The auction ended and everyone left one after another, making a lot of noise.

The long-browed Taoist priest's eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent. Zhang Shan trembled at the sight and got goosebumps.

He quickly took his apprentice and ran towards Boss No. 9.

After going down to the second floor, just in time to see everyone in private room No. 9 coming out, Yang Yanxi stepped forward and nodded to the man wearing a ghost mask to say hello.

"My dear, Yang Yanxi, I have met you!"

The man looked at Yang Yanxi, his eyes as calm as water, without any waves, and he asked softly.

"Is there something wrong with Young Master Yang?"

"I have admired your grace for a long time and want to make friends with you. This is my intention." Yang Yanxi smiled with a sincere tone and handed the carved wooden box in his hand to the man.

The man lowered his eyes and glanced at the carved wooden box, then raised his eyes to look at the young boy in front of him, slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said.

"Young Master Yang, you're welcome. Meeting each other is fate. There's no need to give gifts. Please take them back."

Yang Yanxi did not take the gift back, but looked into No. 9's eyes and said, "It's not an expensive gift. I'd like to accept it even if it's a little thoughtful. To be honest, I want to go with you for a while. Is that possible?" Yang Yanxi handed the box forward again.

The man looked at Yang Yanxi for a moment, not caring about what was in the box. He glanced at the long-browed Taoist priest with an unkind look not far away, narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Young Master Yang, I'm afraid it won't work. We are not on our way."

The master and apprentice looked in the direction and saw the murderous eyes of the long-browed Taoist Priest, as if he could eat them alive as long as they walked out of here.

Zhang Shan was worried. This No. 9 front foot was still fighting for the elixir from the long-browed old man! Are you afraid of your back legs?

Yang Yanxi was also a little confused about what he was thinking. She smiled awkwardly and asked with a little embarrassment, holding the wooden box in her hand.

"How can your Excellency allow me to accompany you?"

The man knew the truth and asked: "Why does Young Master Yang insist on going with me?"

Yang Yanxi looked at the other party's slightly joking eyes, and then glanced at the long-browed Taoist priest. Just as he was about to say something, he closed his mouth again. This was obviously not the answer the other party wanted.

Yang Yanxi lowered her eyes, pursed her lips and thought for a while, then suddenly raised her head, looked at the man firmly, and said.

"I would like to do some business with you."

The man raised the corners of his lips and said casually: "Business?"

Yang Yanxi nodded and affirmed: "This is a business that you will definitely be interested in."

The two looked at each other, with exploration and competition in their eyes. After a moment, the man chuckled and said, "I accept your wishes."

Both master and apprentice breathed a sigh of relief.

One of the man's men came forward and took the carved wooden box handed over by Yang Yanxi.

Yang Yanxi followed the man and left under the resentful gaze of Taoist Changmei.

On the street, Yang Yanxi hugged Zhang Shan and followed the man with the Qingxuan Sword in her hand.

The man walks on the street with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed.

As they walked, the man turned his head, glanced at Yang Yanxi, and asked, "How did you get the eyebrows?"

Yang Yanxi replied: "He wants to accept me as his apprentice, but I don't agree."

"Oh?" There was curiosity in the man's gentle voice, "Changmei is the leader of the last martial arts conference and the elder of the first sect in the world. Whether it is skills or resources, he has whatever he wants. How many people want to I never had the chance to become his disciple, so why did you refuse?"

Yang Yanxi lowered her head to look at Zhang Shan, with gentle eyes and a brisk voice: "Because I have a master!"

Zhang Shan raised his head, met Yang Yanxi's eyes, and screamed, the pain was really not in vain!

The man turned his head to look at Yang Yanxi, saw a faint smile on his lips, and said, "Is your master treating you well?"

Yang Yanxi looked up at the man and nodded, "Yeah."

The man glanced at him, glanced at the sword in his hand, the cat in his arms, and the red rope bracelet on his left hand. He also thought about the Fire Ganoderma and Ice Grass he had taken out at the auction, and what he had said to him. The confidence he showed when discussing business showed that his master must be very fond of this disciple.

"Who is your master?" the man asked.

Yang Yanxi shook her head, "Master doesn't like to appear in front of the world, so it's not convenient for her to tell her her name."

The man nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

After walking for a while, Yang Yanxi raised his head and asked, "Where are you going, sir?"

"Go back to Kyoto."

On his way to Kyoto, he happened to pass through Zhongzhou. Yang Yanxi asked, "Can you take me to Zhongzhou?"

"Okay." After a pause, the man said, "My name is Tang Bai, you can call me Brother Tang."

"Brother Tang."

The man responded and smiled: "We have met before."

Yang Yanxi looked at Tang Bai doubtfully.

Tang Bai continued: "In a county government in Yizhou, we once watched the county magistrate try a case together."

Zhang Shan suddenly realized, no wonder it looked so familiar! Where is that beautiful iceberg beauty?

Yang Yanxi also remembered, "It's you!"

The gentle and elegant young man in the county town and the man wearing the ghost mask in front of me overlapped. They did have many similarities. At first, they just glanced at each other in the crowd, but they never thought that one day they would meet in this way.