Chapter 655: The Allure of Confucius' Scrolls, Outrageous Bidding

The appearance of the Scroll of Confucius instantly ignited the enthusiasm of all the scholars present. For a time, the entire Mobao Pavilion was discussing the Scroll of Confucius.

"Everyone, the reason why our Yuncheng Mobao Pavilion did not announce this matter to the outside world is, on the one hand, to maintain the peace in Yuncheng during this period. Now is the beginning of the battle of a hundred schools of thought. It is also to reduce the sensation it can cause, causing the world to be shaken. All the literati in the world gather in Yuncheng, on the other hand, to give back to our regular patrons of Mobao Pavilion in Yuncheng."

"Now, more than half of the scholars here are regular visitors to my Yuncheng Mobao Pavilion. I, the Yuncheng Mobao Pavilion, accidentally obtained this treasure, so naturally I am thinking of everyone."

Zheng Hong's voice came, suppressing the voices of all the scholars present, and then Zheng Hong continued: "This volume of "Li" has been confirmed by Master Chen and the descendants of Confucius. It was indeed written by Confucius himself, and Yuncheng Calligraphy The pavilion also guarantees its own reputation, and there is no falsehood in this matter.”

"So, please rest assured. There is no reserve price for this item, so you can just bid." Zheng Hong's voice fell, and the entire Mobao Pavilion instantly boiled.

The Scroll of the Holy Confucius, such a treasure, actually appeared at the auction of Mo Bao Pavilion, and it was auctioned at no reserve price. This is a great opportunity!

Many literati began to gear up and prepare to bid for this Confucius scroll.

"I will give you one hundred top-quality talent stones!"

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly sounded, and the high bid made many people look sideways.

The bidder was a young scholar. He stood up excitedly and clenched his hands into fists. He was obviously determined to get this Confucius scroll.

Another middle-aged literati sneered, "Huh, you want to take the scroll of Confucius with a hundred top-quality talent stones? It's simply a wishful thinking! I will give you three hundred top-quality talent stones!"

Following the bids of these two people, the bidding in the entire Mobao Pavilion started one after another, and many people began to bid for this scroll of Confucius.

Soon the price soared to 700 top-quality talent stones. When the price increased to 1,000 top-quality talent stones, the price increase gradually slowed down, and the increased quantity also changed from the original increase of 100 talent stones at a time. It became tens or even single digits.

"One thousand and five hundred and thirty-two top-quality talent stones, does anyone want to increase the price?" Zheng Hong's voice echoed in the Mobao Pavilion.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you and stopped talking. More than a thousand top-quality talent stones are already an astronomical number. You must know that the Yasheng Zhibao Spring and Autumn Pen with excellent appearance is only five hundred top-quality stones. The price of talent stone. In today's world, there are very few scholars who can truly produce more than a thousand top-quality talent stones at once.

Therefore, during the process of increasing the price, many familiar literati present gathered together and wanted to win the book together, and then divide its use after the auction was over. After all, although the Confucius Scroll is precious, it still requires a lot of time. Understand it, otherwise its real value is no different from an ordinary semi-sacred chapter.

"My darling, there are more than 1,500 top-quality talent stones. They are really expensive. I'm afraid I won't be able to afford them even if they are sold to me."

Ci Song watched the bidding for the scrolls written by Kong Sheng soar and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Junior Brother Ci, don't underestimate yourself. Your talent is definitely not something that can be measured by thousands of top talents."

After hearing Ci Song's sigh, Zhong Qi replied, but his eyes were always on the bamboo slips.

Bai Ye on the other side was not very interested in Kong Sheng's autograph, but was more curious about the origins of Mo Bao Pavilion, "What kind of power is Mo Bao Pavilion that can actually put out a treasure of the level of Kong Sheng's scroll for auction. "

"Behind the Mobao Pavilion stands the current Hundreds of Scholars and the Palace of the First Masters. Mobao Pavilion has always claimed that 'there is no treasure that cannot be photographed.' A family of scholars, who are still Xianyun Yehe, will accept their entrustment and sell at auctions. Moreover, Mobao Pavilion has a good reputation as a childless person and has an excellent reputation. Therefore, Mobao Pavilion is spread throughout Tianwaitian and is the largest pavilion for literati transactions. "

Zhongqi's voice reached Bai Ye's ears, solving Bai Ye's doubts.

"That's it." Bai Ye nodded slightly when he heard the words, and had some understanding of Mo Bao Pavilion in his heart.

While Bai Ye and the three of them were talking, an old voice came out, "How could it be that Kong Sheng's handwriting could fall into the hands of another family? I'm offering you 1,600 top-quality talent stones!"

As the voice fell, many scholars present looked sideways, and saw a white-haired old man standing up from the crowd. His face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were bright, and he exuded an aura of energy. A majestic atmosphere.

"He's from the Zeng family."

Someone recognized the identity of the old man. He was a descendant of Zeng Sheng, one of Kong Sheng's direct disciples, and now one of the talkers of the Zeng family in Tianwai Tian, ​​Zeng Kuang!

"The Zeng family has taken action, and I'm afraid this Kong Sheng scroll won't fall into our hands."

"Alas, after all, it is a scroll written by Kong Sheng himself. As a descendant of Zeng Sheng, how could he be allowed to wander outside."

Many literati sighed, knowing that they had no hope with this Confucius scroll.

"Mr. Zeng Kuang bids 1,600 top-quality talent stones. Is there anyone else who bids?"

Zheng Hong's voice sounded again, asking everyone present, but this time, no one bid again. After all, the price of 1,600 top-quality talent stones was too high, and they simply could not come up with so many top-quality talent stones. .

"One thousand six hundred top-grade talent stones. It seems that this scroll written by Confucius will belong to the old gentleman. It is true that having money is good."

Ci Song sighed while picking up an orange from the fruit plate on the table, peeled it and handed it to Mo Yao.

Mo Yao took the orange, smiled sweetly, took out a slice and handed it to Ci Song's mouth. Seeing this, Ci Song put the orange in his mouth with a smile on his face.

"Junior Brother Ci, although you and Junior Sister Yao'er are already married, this is outside, and some things still need to be divided into occasions."

Bai Ye, who was standing aside, saw the two people's intimate actions and couldn't help but joked.

"Brother Bai is right, Brother Ci Song, you should be careful."

After hearing Bai Ye's words, Mo Yao blushed slightly, glared at Ci Song, and then put the orange into his mouth.

Ci Song touched his nose awkwardly after hearing this, "Uh, I just handed over an orange..."

Just as the three of them were chatting and joking, suddenly, a loud voice sounded again.

"I'll bid 2,000 top-grade talent stones!"

As soon as this voice came out, the entire Mobao Pavilion was instantly silent, and all eyes were focused on the bidder, while Ci Song, Mo Yao and Bai Ye showed shocked expressions on their faces, because the bidder was none other than Zhong Chou, who was sitting at the same table with them.

"Ah? What's going on?"

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