The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

The entire meeting place was in a semicircle, and the huge table was on the first floor. Because monks had excellent eyesight, the treasures would be placed flat on the fourth floor, so they could see them most clearly.

Before the auction started, there were musicians playing instrumental music on the stage. These musicians were all low-level monks, not aggressive, and their appearance was mediocre, but the sound of the zither flute was pleasant.

The lyre clangs, sometimes like a silver bottle, impassioned, sometimes like a trickle, lingling.The sound of the flute is slow and long, accompanied by the ringing of the bell, as if telling a distant story.He closed his eyes and listened, and vaguely saw a beautiful woman walking slowly in the ancient and boundless desert, with a string of tiny silver bells tied around her white ankles, stepping barefoot in the yellow sand, step by step, walking towards the distant place. The lake at the place suddenly surged with spring water, covering the desert and bringing infinite vitality.

Mo Tianliao opened his eyes and frowned slightly. The sound of the flute still had a slight bewitching power, because it was played by a low-level monk, it was not enough to affect the soul, but it would also stimulate the hidden desire in people's hearts, causing a moment of confusion. The auction is more lively.The beauty, the ankle, the bell, these are the most clear in his sea of ​​consciousness just now, so...

Turning his head slowly, he saw that his master had already taken off his shoes, and was stepping on the tiger's head with bare feet, his white feet buried in the thick fur. Mo Tianliao felt his nose itch.My cat's paws, because he is too lazy to walk, always have to be hugged by him, and the front and rear paws have always been pink and soft.

As soon as the outstretched hand touched Master's calf, that white foot stretched out by itself and kicked him lightly. Mo Tianliao resisted the urge to grab that foot, put his hand in his sleeve, and turned his head away. Look at Qingtong.

"Water." Qingtong leaned on the big pillow, and raised his chin at Mo Tianliao.

There was supposed to be a waiter in this room, but when the waiter saw that the real person was bringing his attendants, he withdrew consciously. The elder brother was acting as a floor mat, and the one being summoned naturally became Mo Tianliao.

Mo Tianliao stood up resignedly and poured tea for the master.There is brewed fragrant tea in the teapot on the table, which is warmed with a fixed flint stone, and it is hot to drink at any time.While pouring tea, Mo Tianliao glanced down. The entire venue was soon filled up. It was impossible to see each other between the floors, but you could see the situation in the hall.In the hall, the monks at the foundation level and below have no spirits, and they can only bid for the auction, so they can't buy any precious things. After all, everyone is watching, so be careful not to be robbed when you go out.

After waiting for about two quarters of an hour, the qin flute finally stopped, the lighting stone under the stage was covered with a dark veil, the curtain on the stage slipped instantly, and the stage filled with sunstones was very bright, which instantly took away everyone's ideas.A loyal-looking Golden Core cultivator stood in the middle of the stage, bowing his hands to everyone with a smile on his face: "Dear fellows and seniors, I am playing the Mark Six Lottery. I am honored to be with you at the Mark Six Auction House..."

"The auctioneers in this Liuhe Auction House are all called Liuhe Lottery." Mo Tianliao handed the dried tea to Qingtong, and explained in a low voice that he had brought cats to Liuhefang before, and the auctioneer at that time was not this , but also called Mark Six.

Qingtong took the cup and took a sip: "Why?"

Mo Tianliao blinked and smiled slightly: "It's nothing, do you want to eat fried fish? I remember you like the fried fish here." How could the little fur ball that was snuggling in his arms at that time care about who was the auctioneer? At most, I will remember what is delicious here.

Sure enough, when Qingtong heard this, his originally cold eyes lit up.

When the big tiger heard that there was something to eat, he raised his head and let out a cry, and was slapped by the master.

As a result, in the private room on the highest floor, fried small fish and roasted deer legs were placed, and the first auction item was missed amidst the sound of gnawing meat.The first one is a lottery, no matter how much it is, the auction house will give up its own [-]% of the profit, and the atmosphere suddenly becomes lively.

Treasures, elixirs, and spiritual herbs were sold interspersed, and the grades gradually improved. Neither of them dared to be interested in the first few items until the fifth item was brought out.

"The Red Tiger Moon Slashing Knife, a top-grade treasure!" The auctioneer uncovered the red silk, revealing a bright red sword with a tiger's head carved on it. Venerable Calcined Heaven's hand."

"Hey——" There was a sudden commotion in the venue. Venerable Liantian's things are already top-notch products, and even small magic tools that were made casually back then can be sold at sky-high prices.

"To tell you the truth, this saber was written by the Venerable when he was young, and it is not the pinnacle work." The auctioneer motioned everyone to look at the blade. Already well-known, this high-grade fire-attribute treasure was refined when the Venerable Golden Elixir was perfected, and it was given to friends as a congratulatory gift, it can cut through hundreds of miles of glaciers with a single blow, and the starting price is one hundred high-grade spirit stones!"

The usual high-grade treasures start at [-] to [-] high-grade spirit stones. This should be made by Calcining Heaven, so it is hard to add so much.

Qingtong glanced at the knife, sneered, and didn't speak.

Mo Tianliao touched his nose. The reason why he could see that this was his early work was because the knife was pretty good-looking. You must know that the more he made things, the less particular he was. Practicality is the main thing, appearance can not be counted on.Just like the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner used by the ancestor withered bones back then, when not in use, it looks like a dirty rag that was randomly cut.

The big tiger didn't know the "flickering" of the two people behind him. When he saw the big knife, he got up, patted his claws on the crystal ball, and bid the price with his spiritual sense.

"Brother, do you want that knife?" Mo Tianliao turned to look at him.

"Aw!" the big tiger yelled, regardless of whether the younger brother understood it or not, he followed closely to bid for the price, for fear of missing it.

The bids in the private room are all directly transmitted through the spiritual consciousness, passed through the spar on the stage, and read out by the auctioneer. Therefore, the auctioneer in Liuheli must have a golden core or above.

"The asking price upstairs is 180!"

"180 five!"

"two hundred!"

The price rose all the way to 230, then slowed down, and began to increase piece by piece. The big tiger pricked up his ears and swept his tail nervously on the ground. If there are too many, I can't afford it.

"The price upstairs is 300 yuan for top-grade spirit stones!" The auctioneer suddenly shouted loudly.

The audience was silent for a moment, three hundred high-grade spirit stones, you can buy three ordinary high-grade treasures, the price is really too high.The big tiger put away its fur paws in frustration, and ran back to lie down on the pedals.

Mo Tianliao rubbed the tiger's head: "That knife is nothing good, I'll make one for you later." In his opinion, the Chihu Zhanyue Knife is no different from a piece of trash, except for its fire-attributed attack ability. Nothing.

The big tiger pushed his hand away and bared his teeth at his junior brother. What do you know? This is the handwriting of Venerable Liantian. It is much more stable than ordinary treasures. They show off.

Mo Tianliao didn't understand what the tiger was thinking, and he didn't intend to lend money to the elder brother to buy a scrap product, so he turned his head and continued to look at the things on the stage.

"I have a set of seven-color crystals here, each of which has special attributes, and can be used to refine a set of treasures!" A long tray was placed on the stage, and there happened to be red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and seven-color crystals on it. , each piece is the size of a fist.

Chi Lianjing, Orange Cloud Crystal, Mingyang Crystal, Turquoise Gum, Blue Sky Stone, and Yinglan Pearl, the first six are all well-known rare gemstones, more or less have special uses, and they are worth a lot of money if you take them out individually. There are so many different kinds.

"What is that purple stone!" Someone in the audience shouted loudly.

Hearing this, Mo Tianliao also went to look at the purple spar, seeing that it didn't matter, his pupils shrank immediately, and without thinking about it, he put his hand on the priced crystal.

The auctioneer said it was Purple Cloud Crystal, but some people said that Purple Cloud Crystal was lighter than this color, so the auction house probably used it to make up the numbers!The auctioneer smiled and didn't say much. Ziyunjing is not a particularly precious spar. It is indeed to make up a set for casual licking. However, even for the first six kinds, it can be sold for a good price.

The starting price is actually a thousand high-grade spirit stones!

"Eleven hundred!"

"Twelve hundred!"

"Two thousand!" A Nascent Soul cultivator upstairs suddenly bid two thousand, and the asking price in the venue paused.

"Thank you, old ancestor." A beautiful female cultivator sat next to the monk Yuanying, and thanked the monk with a smile. With such a set of crystals, finding a master craftsman can practice a set of defensive methods with all attributes Weapon, when the time comes, any means can resist one or two.

Cultivator Nascent Soul smiled, and smiled for Bomei, such a small amount of money is still affordable.

"Two thousand and one yuan." Mo Tianliao called for a price.

"..." When the Nascent Soul cultivator heard the price, he immediately fell back angrily, "Five hundred!"

"Five hundred and one yuan." Mo Tianliao followed the price unhurriedly.

Meng Hu turned into a human, baring his teeth: "Junior brother, that plate of stones is useless, what are you going to do?"

"Carve a set of tea sets for Master." Mo Tianliao said casually, and continued to haggle over the price.

The big brother almost choked.Qingtong snorted, raised his hand and slapped Mo Tianliao.

Mo Tianliao smiled, and whenever the people below called for a price, he would add one more piece until the price reached [-], but the person couldn't move anymore, so he bought it for [-] yuan.

An attendant brought up the items directly and paid for them on the spot.

Mo Tianliao held the last piece of purple crystal stone in his hand, probed it with his soul, and slowly curled his lips. Sure enough, he was right. This is not some purple cloud crystal, but the nine soul crystal that can refine Horcruxes!

Qingtong picked up a red gemstone and turned it around in his hand, and said coolly: "The falling star stone costs at least [-] yuan, if it appears later, how can you buy it?"

Mo Tianliao, who was just happy that he had picked up a good deal, suddenly froze. At this moment, the first 23 pieces had been photographed, and the finale, the first treasure, was unveiled on the stage.The black stone, the inside is vast and deep, and the outside is blue and shiny, like a star falling into the sky, it is exactly the starfall stone he needs!

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Carpenter: QAQ has a hard time without money

Master: Please, please, please give me money

Carpenter: (burying his belly) You are so pitiful, sir.

Master: Sinister, where are you going to touch it!