Chapter 202 Twilight to Treasure Tree Residence
The Green Mountain Sect has a long history and profound heritage, logically speaking, there should be no shortage of related pills and spiritual materials. But there really isn't anything Zhao Layue needs on Shiyue Peak, because what she cultivates is Sword Intent Tempering Body. In addition, no one has practiced the Nine Deaths Sword Art except Master Jingyang, so there is no corresponding preparation at all.
Of course, for such a big event, the Green Mountain Sect will definitely gather all the strength to help Zhao Layue find it, but no one taught Zhao Layue the Nine Death Sword Art, she can only rely on self-enlightenment, and it doesn't make much sense to continue to practice hard at this critical moment. Traveling around the world by searching for medicine should help her break through.
After Zhao Layue and Gu Qing left Shenmo Peak, they ate hot pot in Yunji Town, stopped in Shangzhou City, and arrived in Nanhezhou that night.
Compared with when she traveled with Jing Jiu back then, the speed this time was countless times faster, and controlling the sword was still much easier after all.
The twilight shone on the gray walls of Baoshuju, shining in some strange colors. There were no ordinary pedestrians on the surrounding streets, and the silence was a little weird.
Several practitioners stood outside the wall, looked at the steward of Baoshuju with gloomy faces, and said, "It's clear that the auction tonight has been agreed, why did it stop suddenly?"
The steward of Baoshuju apologized repeatedly, and said: "There will be a gift later, and I ask the immortal masters to forgive me, and come back in a few days."
Normally, thinking of the background of Baoshuju, these practitioners would definitely take the gift and leave without further entanglement, but this time they are determined to get a box of fairy lotus pills in the auction, and they want it urgently, so they really can't leave just like that.
"I sent Elder Jiang to attack Wuzhang Realm. It's a critical moment. When do you want us to wait?"
A practitioner looked at the steward and shouted sharply.
The manager said calmly, "I'm sorry, but our store has to settle accounts tonight, so we really can't receive distinguished guests."
Those few practitioners were very angry, thinking how could the pre-appointed auction be canceled for such a trivial matter as settlement?
Suddenly, they felt a little weird. Although Baoshuju had a strong background, it rarely did such unreasonable things, and the manager's expression was too calm, as if he was sure that no matter how ridiculous the excuse was, he was not worried about being criticized by the guests.
A cultivator thought of a certain possibility, and asked slightly startled: "Could it be that a big man came from the mountain?"
The steward smiled, but did not answer.
The practitioners subconsciously looked up at the top floor of Baoshuju in the sunset, and worried that the other party would perceive their gaze as disrespectful, so they quickly lowered their heads.
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and leave."
"When the elixir pill will be auctioned, please let me know from the steward."
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The priests, stewards, and guards of Baoshuju stayed on the two floors below, and the top floor was quiet.
This is the tallest building in Nanhe Prefecture. Standing on the side of the railing, you can overlook the entire south facing city in the setting sun. The scenery is too beautiful to behold.
Baoshuju's owner was not in such a mood today, and he didn't dare to look back. He bowed and stood in front of the door waiting, not daring to make any sound.
In the world of Nanhe State and even Chaotian Continent, he was a famous figure, but at this time he was like a servant.
The door was pushed open, and Gu Qing came out, handed over a portrait, and said, "See if anyone has seen it."
The owner of Baoshuju took it with both hands respectfully, not daring to delay, ran downstairs and pushed open the deepest room on the second floor.
The room was very spacious, and more than twenty old men in green clothes stood waiting inside, looking a little nervous.
These old men are the most experienced treasure-appreciating priests in Baoshuju, and there are several stewards with good eyesight. Even the priests from the branch store in Chaoge City rushed back.
Baoshuju's owner put the portrait on the table and spread it out, moved aside, and said, "Whoever finds the clue first will reward a building."
The priests all know that the building mentioned by the owner is naturally not an ordinary residence in Chaonan City, but a branch of Baoshuju. How much is it worth?
Of course, even if they don't have money, they will definitely use all their life's knowledge to find clues, because this thing in the painting is the future of Baoshuju.
The old priests gathered around the table and began to look at the painting seriously.
The owner of Baoshuju retreated to the window, feeling very hot and stuffy, but he dared not open the window to breathe. He took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and thought about how to make up for it if this matter was not done well. But Mr. Da was treated badly in the clan in the past few years, and I don't know if he will appreciate it.
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A few years ago, the master of Bihu Peak went mad and was suppressed by Yuan Qijing. Baoshuju lost its biggest backer and was about to collapse.
No one expected that Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue stayed in Baoshuju for the first time on their first trip to the world and did something.
Taking advantage of this relationship, which is not even a pretext, the owner of Baoshuju stalked into Zhao's Mansion in Chaoge City.
For the next few years, Baoshuju paid homage to the Zhao Mansion with heart and soul, and his unremitting efforts were finally recognized by Shenmo Peak. Since then, Baoshuju has been responsible for providing all the needs of Shenmo Peak, and the price paid is naturally huge, but it has also kept some of the more important shares, and it can be regarded as getting rid of the catastrophe of extinction.
In recent years, Shenmo Peak has been banned again, and if there is any need, Gu Qing will issue requests through the clan.
A few days ago, Tianbaoshuju received a letter from the Gu family, saying that the peak master would come here in person to find something.
The owner was shocked, so he naturally attached great importance to it. If this matter is not handled properly, can Baoshuju continue to operate?
"It should be clover, the immortal master may have misremembered a word."
A white-haired old priest flipped through the yellowing book in his hand and said in a firm tone, "There are records in the Tiannan Medicine Collection."
"How can you believe the things recorded in the worthless Wild Medicine Sutra?"
Another priest said: "How many treasures have we had in our hands over the years? Look at the many people in the building. Has anyone seen it? They have never heard of it!"
Hearing these quarrels, Baoshuju's owner's face was a bit ugly, and he walked to the table and looked at the painting and said, "It's not surprising to see it, why don't I have an impression?"
On that painting is a grass, divided into three leaves, green and tender like emeralds.
The priest said with a bitter face: "It's because it looks too ordinary, so it's hard to tell. It can't really be a clover."
The owner of Baoshuju said with a serious expression: "No matter what it is, I have to find it alive or dead. Otherwise, even if I can still live, I want to die."
Hearing this, the debate disappeared immediately, and the priests began to look through the ancient books again, or frowned, trying to find clues.
The room became extremely quiet, only the sound of flipping books could be heard.
Time passed slowly, and I don't know how long it had passed, when suddenly a pleasantly surprised voice sounded.
A deacon held a book, pushed through the crowd and came to the table, spread out a page, and said, "It's recorded in the Youyang Miscellaneous Examination!"
Hearing the title of this book, everyone looked slightly different and lacked much confidence.
There are too many supernatural and strange things in Youyang Miscellaneous Examination, it is difficult to tell the truth from the false, and the writing is rough and the description is boring, so few people will read it carefully.
Dozens of eyes fell on that page.
It is clearly recorded in the book that hundreds of years ago, a strange weed appeared by the Daze, divided into three leaves, no difference, except that the blue color directly entered the eyes, even the cold wind and fire could not change it. This weed was judged to be an extremely rare fairy-level spiritual herb by the medical monks of Guocheng Temple, and it was named Sanqing Grass, which attracted competition from countless sects and strong practitioners.
The reason why no one in the practice world remembers this incident is because there was no treasure-hunting tragedy afterwards, and also because the people present were asked not to disclose this incident. Who would have thought that it would be recorded by a good mortal literati.
"It's pretty similar."
Baoshuju said thoughtfully.
The rest of the priests also nodded.
Youyang Miscellaneous Exams are not credible, and the writing is very crude, but the description of this matter is very true.
Who can make such a precious celestial grass disappear without any sect dare to mention it? Looking at Tiannan Continent, only Qingshan Sect can do it.
Who could make the Green Mountain Sect put on such a big display for a mere medicinal herb? Looking at Feng Jiu, only the real Jing Jing could do it.
Of course, Master Jingyang also practiced the Sword of Nine Deaths, and of course he needed this when he broke through the realm and entered the wild.
A priest thought of something and asked in puzzlement: "When the real Jingyang was not in the wild, did he have such majesty in the nine peaks of Qingshan?"
The owner of Baoshuju knew many secrets of Qingshan, and said, "Of course."
"That's good." A priest said with lingering fear: "As long as you are sure that something really exists, it is possible to find it."
The owner of Baoshuju said: "Stop everything and try your best to find this Sanqing grass."
For an auction house of this size, plus dozens of branches across the mainland, what a loss would it be to stop for one day?
But both the master himself and the stewards were very calm, and felt that this was a matter of course.
There is just one problem.
Someone worried and said: "If the Sanqing Grass is really so precious, even if we found it, we can't snatch those sects just because of our building."
The owner of Baoshuju reprimanded: "Idiot! If you find out where the things are, the mountains will naturally go to ask for them, and it's our turn to come forward. Qingshan Jiufeng now owes favors to Mr. Jingzu. Who dares not give what Zhaozu wants? The key is...we have to find clues. We can talk about money and so on. Do you hear me?"
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In the attic, the twilight is over, and the luminous pearl exudes a faint brilliance.
There was a box on the table in front of Zhao Layue, which also exuded a faint light. It should be some kind of formation that sealed the breath inside.
There is a plant of grass in the box, which is divided into three leaves. It looks very ordinary, but the green color is very rich and fresh, as if it will turn into substance and drip down at any time.