Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

The female master of ceremonies held the scabbard in one hand and seemed to be struggling, while holding the hilt in the other hand, she slowly pulled out the sword. When she pulled it out a little more than halfway, the sword broke, revealing an abrupt section.The hostess carefully placed the half sword with the hilt on the display stand, and turned the scabbard upside down. The remaining half sword in the scabbard was poured out in an unattractive gesture and placed on the display stand superior.

Song Yanhe looked at it and shook his head slightly, then let out a sigh.

The big screen behind the host lit up, and Guqin music played in the auction hall.The camera shot the broken sword at close range and put it on the big screen.The pattern at the lower end of the hilt is somewhat blurred, and if you carefully distinguish it, you can see the word "moon".

Nie Qingyue raised an eyebrow, "Interested?"

Song Yanhe shook his head, "This sword is of average quality."

"Then why are you sighing?"

"I just sigh that the scabbard is superfluous. Although it is a broken sword, if it has a spirit, it will not want to live in a scabbard that does not belong to itself."

As soon as the words fell, a person in the VIP seat beside him turned his head and looked at Song Yanhe a few times.

The picture on the big screen returned to the host, "The auction of this collection will begin, and the starting price is 30 yuan."

The quality is average, and the price is also average, the starting price is only 30.The old Taoist looked very understanding, so I took a picture of it for him.Nie Qingyue raised his sign.

"This gentleman, the bid is 30."

There was silence in the arena for a while.Most of the people who come here are the rich second generation who pass the time and have nothing to do. Even if they make a move, they like to celebrate it.The sword was broken, and there was no place to put it back when it was taken back, so naturally no one bid.

Nie Qingyue was a little embarrassed, no one would take a picture of something, as if he was here to pick up the leak.After a while, if no one takes any more pictures, he will ask Ding Cheng to make a bid to smooth things over.

"30 million once."

While the host was counting down, the man sitting in the VIP seat next to him raised his card, "40."

Nie Qingyue thought to himself that this would save me trouble, "50."

"60." The man quickly raised his sign to increase the price.

The price of this unattractive and unpopular broken sword was doubled in just a few minutes.To say that 60 yuan is already a very common price in this auction house, but for this Broken Sword that no one was optimistic about before the auction started, and it was auctioned during the time period when the auction was least noticed, it was already extremely high. good price.

"70." Nie Qingyue didn't even think about it.

The man next to him raised his sign again, "80."

Nie Qingyue suddenly felt that the voice was a bit familiar, turned his face and took a look under the dim light of the big screen, and it was indeed an acquaintance——Chen Mu.

Nie Qingyue found it quite interesting, stretched out his slender fingers and rubbed his chin, and smiled with a twitch of his mouth.Yesterday, Wang Daqiao tied up some sister of his Chen family. Did Chen Mu know about it or not?How dare you bid me up here?Nie Qingyue raised his sign again, "90."

"100 million!" Chen Mu raised his sign again.

Although Song Yanhe didn't know how much 100 million was here, he could also know from the whispers of those behind him that the price far exceeded everyone's estimates.Immediately, he pressed Nie Qingyue's hand and said in a low voice, "It's not worth so much."

Nie Qingyue withdrew his hand, patted the back of his hand instead, and said, "I think it's worth so much, and it's worth so much. Don't worry, take a photo and give it to you."

Nie Qingyue raised his sign, "110 million."

Chen Mu stepped forward and said with a polite smile, "The collection must be collected by someone who understands it, so it will not be considered a disappointment. Since Mr. Nie is also planning to take a picture of it and give it to this gentleman, then I will be an adult. "

Song Yanhe was at a loss when he heard his words. Why did it sound like he was going to take a picture of it and give it to himself?

Chen Mu smiled back at Song Yanhe and handed over a business card. "My name is Chen Mu, do you have the honor to make friends?"

Nie Qingyue was afraid that Song Yanhe's opening sentence of "Shangxian" would arouse people's suspicion, so he rushed ahead of him and said in a icy tone, "This is my man, Song Yanhe."

Song Yanhe was startled, his people?

So it turns out that he is the fairy boy assigned to this Nie Qingyue Shangxian?Why didn't you say it sooner?Oops Oops!In the past two days, I have been so lazy and unruly, I don't know what impression I left on Shangxian!

Chen Mu nodded lightly, still very graceful, "Mr. Song, you seem to have a lot of research on swords. I happen to have a few ancient swords in my collection. I don't know if they are real or not. If you are free some other day, welcome Mr. Nie will come with you to help me palm my eyes."

While they were discussing, the host had already dropped the hammer, "This collection was sold at a price of 110 million. Congratulations to the VIP at table V1!"

There was applause from the audience.

The female master of ceremonies, followed by four security guards, used a gold-plated trolley to push the sword box to Nie Qingyue's desk. Ding Cheng took the box and put it on the desk.

Nie Qingyue gracefully pushed the box towards Song Yanhe, "Open it and have a look?"

Song Yanhe didn't refuse, he opened the sword box and took the sword in his hand.Looking left and right, I felt that the scabbard was too intrusive, so I asked the female master of ceremonies, "Can I take it out and have a look?"

The hostess smiled all over her face, "Of course, this sword belongs to Mr. Nie now, as long as Mr. Nie agrees. But please be careful, this sword is broken..."

Before the female master of ceremonies finished speaking, Song Yanhe had drawn his sword out of its sheath, and held a neat sword in his hand.

Suddenly, the surroundings were silent, and a needle could be heard quietly falling on the ground.

Whether it was the smiling master of ceremonies, Nie Qingyue who was always wearing an evil smile, or Chen Mu who was smiling politely, the smile on his face couldn't hold back for a moment.

It's not just because Song Yanhe's two movements are so beautiful like flowing clouds and flowing water, but...

When the master of ceremonies showed it just now, the sword was clearly broken, but in Song Yanhe's hands, the sword was actually complete!Only a few people who were close could clearly see that there was a neat crack on the body of the sword, which had been tightly stitched together at this moment, as if it had never been broken.

Song Yanhe caressed the blade of the sword with his left hand, "Huh? I really didn't see it, it's a good sword."

Nie Qingyue shouted, "Put it down!"

Song Yanhe was taken aback, and thought, didn't you let me open it just now, and now it looks like I touched your things again, is Shangxian also so moody?He was slandering in his heart but couldn't say it out. He always felt that the sword didn't like the scabbard by instinct, so he just obediently put the sword back into the sword box.

As soon as the sword fell into the sword box, it broke in two again.

Several people nearby saw clearly the moment he returned the sword into the box.The female master of ceremonies and several security guards stood on the spot blankly.Chen Mu reacted fairly quickly. Just as he was about to ask something, Nie Qingyue slapped the lid on the box, threw the sword box to Ding Cheng, and dragged Song Yanhe out of the auction venue.

Nie Qingyue kept pulling Song Yanhe into the car.

"Why didn't your sword break?"

"Huh? How should I put it?" Song Yanhe scratched his ears and didn't know how to explain it to restore his image in Shangxian's mind, "Although the sword body is broken and the sword spirit is gone, there is still a trace of sword intent. The original owner of the sword was a master sword wielder. And once I got it, I felt very handy. Coincidentally, the trace of sword intent met me and I was a little happy, so I couldn't help □□Looking at it. There is that ray of sword If you hold on, the sword won't break."

Nie Qingyue was dubious after hearing this, "So, you can also use a sword?"

He has seen someone who can cut people with a knife, he has seen someone who can use a gun, he has even seen someone who can fly a plane and a tank, but he has never seen someone who says he can use a sword.

Song Yanhe smiled awkwardly, "Originally, I also used a sword, heck, later on, I accidentally lost my sword... Well, I lost it, I haven't used a sword for a long time!"

Song Yanhe was still young when the headmaster in front of Wuliang Mountain was buried. He knelt in front of the pit and wept with grief. He didn't even know when his sword fell into the pit and was buried with his master.

Nie Qingyue raised his chin slightly and squinted at him.

The old Taoist had a pure and pleasant appearance, and he hesitated when he spoke.Accidentally lost the sword and then simply didn't use it?How could he believe this statement?

Nie Qingyue looked at him with a half-smile, and handed the sword box into his hand, "This sword is for you, don't draw it in front of others casually in the future."

Song Yanhe felt that this sword was really good, and he had some fate with him, but now he is the fairy boy of the Shangxian, how dare he take something from the Shangxian?What's more, he has received one of Shangxian's artifacts today - a mobile phone, which is rarer than ten or eight swords for him!

Song Yanhe pushed the sword box back again, "I can't accept things from Shangxian."

Nie Qingyue's blood surged.Can't accept it?Aren't you happy when you put away your hair dryer and cell phone in the morning?Come with me now, do you think that a sword can't feed you enough?

Nie Qingyue spent more than 200 million flowers in one day without even listening to the sound, and his face became more and more ugly, "Are you not satisfied with this sword?"

"That's not the case, it's just that I have this artifact, um, this phone, and I'm already very satisfied, why ask for more?"

Song Yanhe didn't carry a sword for a long time, if he had to give him this sword, where should he put it?He doesn't even know where he is now.

"You mean, a mobile phone is enough for you?" Nie Qingyue's voice was low and dangerous.Ding Cheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, felt his hair stand on end.

He, Nie Qingyue, asked this old Taoist priest to do something for him, and his task was to find out the whereabouts of his own brother.This old Taoist actually said that a mobile phone worth several thousand yuan is enough?Is he trying to call his brother worthless?Or is he simply incapable of finding out his brother's whereabouts so he doesn't dare to take more?

Before Song Yanhe could nod his head, the sword in the sword box hummed.

Nie Qingyue felt suffocated, and glanced at the driver and Ding Cheng warily.Fortunately, both of them thought it was the noise from the car, and they didn't look back.

Song Yanhe patted the sword box and said, "Huh? You like me so much? But I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you well."

There was another buzzing sound from the sword box.Nie Qingyue slapped the sword box, stared at Song Yanhe, "Tell it not to make noise."

Song Yanhe nodded with a half-understanding, and the broken sword in the sword box did not make any sound.

Nie Qingyue let out a sigh of relief, and told the driver to drive to a place where no one was around to stop.

The convoy stopped in a clearing.The sky is full of red clouds, and the golden crow is falling to the west.

Song Yanhe patted the sword box and said, "Come on, I'll take you out to play. You probably haven't seen the sun for many years."

Song Yanhe took off his white suit jacket and opened the sword box.As soon as I took out the sword from the box, the blades were connected together again.Song Yanhe didn't notice Ding Cheng's surprised gaze, and threw the sword box to him, almost hitting Ding Cheng's head.

Song Yanhe held the sword in his hand, the blade was buzzing, and he was very excited, as if time had passed through a thousand years, and it was finally waiting for someone who could recognize him.The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the body of the sword, except for a mottled crack on the body of the sword, everything was as it was a thousand years ago, and there was also a young man who once danced it against the morning glow and the setting sun.

Song Yanhe held the hilt of the sword in his hand, felt its fluctuations, and smiled slightly, "You are a good sword, and your master is also a good man. Thank you for your hard work."

Song Yanhe held the sword in his hand, holding a sword flower.On an empty and uninhabited plain under the setting sun, the former master of the previous generation made a simple start and began to dance a set of boundless swordsmanship - Jun Lai Dui Yu.

As graceful as a frightened bird, as delicate as a swimming dragon.

Sometimes it flies up and down like flowing clouds and flowing water, and sometimes it's like drawing with a pen and drawing meticulously.

Every time I turn around, every time I look around, I can't see his face clearly against the light, but I feel that the man's brows and eyes are full of tender smiles.

Nie Qingyue stared at that elegant and agile figure.He didn't know if Song Yanhe's swordsmanship was exquisite or not, he only knew that the sword dancer was like a banished immortal.

Song Yanhe came back from dancing the sword in good spirits, "Shangxian, I think this sword really likes me, how about I keep it for you?"

Hmph, this old Taoist priest is so cunning that he was almost fooled by him.The more he wanted something, the more he pushed it out, saying no, and after a while, he thanked him with a respectful expression rather than obedience.

"Take it, it's for you." Nie Qingyue also quickly recovered his position, with another gloomy smile.

The author has something to say:. o(*≥▽≤)ツThe weather is sunny today... Let's eat meat in the next chapter!