The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The auction house was brightly lit and bustling with people.

Especially in the audience, it has become a paradise for the stewards of various aristocratic families and wealthy families. They chat with each other when they are on good terms, and turn a blind eye to those who are on bad terms. Many people take this opportunity to expand their connections.

As soon as the hour came, an auctioneer stepped onto the auction stage, and the voices in the audience quickly became quieter.

There were still many people lining up outside Fang Yun's box, and they had to leave.

Fang transported out the last batch of tenants and sat back on the bench in the box.

Ao Huang was lying on the railing with his back to him. Fang Yun saw Ao Huang's tail beside him. He had nothing to do, so he reached out and touched it, wanting to know what the dragon's tail looked like. It feels as hard as a dragon horn, but has a toughness that dragon horns don't have, which is very special.

Ao Huang rolled his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Don't you know that a real dragon's butt can't be touched? Forget it, just treat it like you patting a dragon's butt..."

Yang Yuhuan and Su Xiaoxiao covered their mouths and smiled.

There was a knock on the door, and then Zhao Hongzhuang, wearing a blue scholar's robe, pushed the door open and entered.

"Sister Hongzhuang!" Su Xiaoxiao stood up quickly.

Fang Yun nodded and did not regard Hongzhuang as an outsider.

Zhao Hongzhuang held Yang Yuhuan's hand with her left hand and Su Xiaoxiao's hand with her right hand and sat down, talking in a low voice.

At this time, the old auctioneer who was over sixty years old on the auction stage raised his hands to the audience and said with a tongue-tied tongue: "I am sixty-nine times old and have a slight reputation in the pawnshops in the capital. I can preside over Fang Xusheng's things today." This special event is truly a blessing. Although I have a lot of words in my heart, now that I know your intention, I won’t be polite anymore. Please offer me the first piece of the auction, a good dragon bone!”

The old auctioneer's words were greeted with applause.

Four strong young men in sleeveless shorts carried a red tray toward the auction table. On top of the tray, there was a keel about three feet long.

Different from ordinary keels that are as smooth as jade, the surface of this keel is dull, with many damages and holes, and even signs of being gnawed by insects and rats.

The old auctioneer said: "This dragon bone comes from the Holy Ruins. Although it has left traces of time, the bones still contain vitality, and there is a trace of spirituality that does not exist in ordinary demon bones. After judgment, this dragon bone came from a powerful The Dragon King of the Dragon Clan is equivalent to a human grandmaster, but it is better. If it is just an ordinary damaged dragon bone, I will definitely not say it is a good dragon bone, because Fang Xusheng has personally admitted that this dragon bone is derived from the spirit bone of aberrations. ', this thing is even more extraordinary..."

Fang Yun couldn't laugh or cry. He couldn't bear to take out the good dragon bones, so he only took out some broken dragon bones. This dragon bone didn't even use the spiritual bones of the Holy Ruins, but it was praised to the sky by the old auctioneer.

"The base price is ten thousand, and each increase will cost one thousand taels of silver. If you want to add more, please explain with Spring Thunder. Let's start!"

"Ding..." I saw a Hanlin holding the official seal, injecting talent, and made a clear sound.

"Ding!" Another voice sounded.

There was no loud bidding, and no one was impatient. The whole process was very peaceful, and even the sound was pleasant to the ears.

After thirty rings, there was a brief interruption in the auction house.

"Forty-one thousand taels of silver were bought by a Hanlin from the Wu Kingdom. Who likes this thing more?"

Fang Yun shook his head slightly. He naturally recognized the auctioneer's tactics, deliberately revealing Wu Guo's identity and letting people from countries that were not compatible with Wu Guo compete for it.

Sure enough, the people of Qi and Jing who had different relations with Wu State began to increase their prices.

However, everyone present knew the goods. This dragon bone was barely equivalent to the skeleton of an ordinary demon king. The final transaction price was 75,000 taels, which was 10% higher than the market price. It was not a loss after buying it.

Then, the second lot came up, which was ten tree roots of different sizes.

"The roots of the demon king of the Yimu clan! They have been preserved in Jiangbei. There is still moist juice in the roots. Whether it is directly boiled into soup or made into medicine, it is the best thing. Yimu is in the world. The world is extremely rare, and even if they appear, they always come in groups, and they often have to wait for several years outside the Yimu tribe to harvest some roots..."

The auctioneer did not make any false propaganda this time. The exotic wood is one of the "weird objects and strange things". Although the level of strange objects and strange things is lower than that of a real dragon, it is similar to ordinary dragons, and at worst it is equivalent to a dragon. It is far away. More than ordinary monsters. The roots of the exotic wood are indeed very rare and have extremely high medicinal value. Even the Semi-Saint Family has huge demand for them.

In the end, ten tree roots were sold for a huge sum of 2.75 million.

Yang Yuhuan, Su Xiaoxiao and others were extremely surprised. They did not expect that the value of this magical object was so high. The tax revenue of a lower county was only about one million taels a year.

If a family's total assets reached 500,000 yuan, it was considered a prominent family and could influence a county.

The price was twice what Fang Yun expected.

Lots came up one after another. It was the first time for Fang Yun to participate in his own special auction and he found it very interesting.

Ao Huang whispered: "The auction is quite fun. Do you need me to pull out a few dragon scales and put them up for auction? I will introduce them personally and I will definitely sell them at a high price!"

Nunu rolled her eyes at Ao Huang, completely treating this real dragon as a fool.

"Let's talk about it later when we have a chance." Fang Yun said Nunu has a good vision.

The turnover increased at an extremely fast rate and soon exceeded tens of millions of silver.

After finishing the twelfth lot, the auctioneer looked around the auction room with a smile, cleared his throat, and said with spring thunder: "The next thirteenth lot is not a sacred object, but Fang Xusheng's first song The famous ancient poem, it is because of this poem that he became a top student! This poem is "Spring Dawn" written by him! "

Afterwards, four Meng children walked onto the auction stage excitedly and recited "Spring Dawn" loudly.

"You don't wake up when you sleep in spring, you can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen!"

The crowd in the audience was talking to each other.

The old auctioneer said with great enthusiasm: "I got this yesterday and couldn't sleep at night! If Fang Xusheng is a book, then this poem is the preface of this book, with a meaning that cannot be estimated by any subsequent poems! This is Fang Xusheng's first masterpiece, and even his first masterpiece in the examination hall! This poem is not only of great significance, but also of profound and clear poetic meaning, and has long reached the realm of Mingzhou! If it is passed down for thousands of years, it is very likely to reach the level of a country! How lucky is it to buy a poem that can protect a country at the price of Mingzhou?"

The voices in the venue were even louder, and I don't know how many wild geese flew out of the official seal to ask the opinions of the elders at home.

The old auctioneer was very satisfied, and after a moment of thinking, he said: "Fang Xusheng personally wrote a Mingzhou poem "Spring Dawn", with a low price of one million taels of silver, and each increase of 100,000!"

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding..."

The previous calm official seal sound disappeared, and at the same time, the sound exceeded a hundred!

Even the Confucius family participated in the auction!

The Kong family's reputation for literature is at its peak, but they are strong in classics. The Kong family is too ordinary in poetry. If Fang Yun's famous work can be included in the Kong family, it will definitely be of great significance.

A loud voice suddenly sounded.

"Ten million!"

Many people almost cursed. The estimated value of "Spring Dawn" is about six million silver. After all, this is not the first original work. Even if the price is higher, it can only be nine million. That person opened his mouth and asked for ten million, which is really too much.

"Hehe..." Ao Huang suddenly laughed softly.

Fang Yun felt that the voice was familiar. After thinking carefully, he immediately remembered that it was the voice of the green-clothed dragon marquis.

The dragon clan participated in this auction!