Chapter 656 How Many Talent Stones Did the Elders Leave Behind? The Auction Is over, and the Conflict

Ci Song and Mo Yao were stunned on the spot and looked at Zhong Qi next to them with stunned expressions. Of course, it was not only Ci Song who showed a stunned expression, but even Bai Ye, who was usually calm, was shocked by Zhong Qi at this moment. When he arrived, his eyes were wide open.

"Junior, I'm looking at you. Which family are you a student from? Two thousand talent stones is not a small amount. Can you really get it?"

Zeng Kuang's tone was very calm, without any hint of arrogance. He just lightly reminded Zhong Qi, "If you shouted by mistake, I will pretend that I didn't hear you. I believe that Mobao Pavilion will also sell me this face."

Hearing this, Zhong Qi stood up, bowed to Zeng Kuang, and responded very humbly, "Sir, this junior Zhong Qi is a student of Secular Jiezi Road Academy. Although two thousand talent stones are quite a lot, I am confident that I can still get them." Gotta come out.”

"Zhongqi, Zhong?"

Zeng Kuang was slightly stunned, but he quickly recognized Zhong Qi's identity, "Are you the direct descendant of Yan Sheng who recently returned to Tianwaitian and mastered the two-character formula of 'Yu' and 'Hua'?"

"That's right the boy." Zhong Qi replied.

"In that case, I will give this scroll of Kong Sheng to you. If you can't get so many talent stones, I will accept them at the price you gave."

Zeng Kuang showed a warm smile on his face and spoke to Zhong Qi. His words shocked many literati present. When did Zeng become so easy to talk to? This is a scroll written by Kong Sheng himself, and he gave in even though he said so?

"Thank you for your kindness, sir, but as for the Talent Stone, I am confident that I can get it."

Zhong Qi declined Zeng Kuang's kindness, then turned to Zheng Hong and said, "Manager Zheng, please continue the auction. If there are still scholars who want to bid, Zhong Qi can continue to follow the price."

"good."

The smile on Zheng Hong's face became even bigger. Zhong Qi's bid had exceeded 30% of the original estimate of Yuncheng Mobao Pavilion, and she was very happy in her heart.

Zheng Hong glanced around and then said, "Master Zhongqi bids two thousand top-quality talent stones. Is there anyone else who bids?"

Everyone present looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, no one continued to bid. The price of two thousand top-quality talent stones was too high and they could not afford it.

"Since no one continues to bid, this scroll written by Confucius will belong to Master Zhongqi."

After saying that, the bamboo slips on the tray were distorted in space, and the next moment the jade slips flew back to Zhong Qi's hands. Zhong Qi looked at the bamboo slips in front of him, raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, put it into his disciple's jade pendant, and then He also took out two thousand top-quality talent stones from the fish-shaped jade pendant around his waist. Although one talent stone was only the size of a baby's fist, the two thousand talent stones were piled together like a hill. Stones were piled on the table.

It was also the first time for most of the people present to see so many top-quality talent stones piled up on the table, and their eyes could not conceal their shock and envy.

"There are two thousand top-quality talent stones here. I would like to ask Manager Zheng to take stock of them."

As soon as Zhong Qi finished speaking, a mountain of two thousand top-quality talent stones disappeared from the table and then appeared on the tray.

"The number is correct. Congratulations to Mr. Zhong for getting the scroll of Confucius." After Zheng Hong finished counting, he congratulated Zhong Qi.

Hearing this, Zhong Qi smiled slightly and returned the courtesy, "Thank you, Manager Zheng."

"Everyone, this big auction is over here. Zheng Hong would like to thank you all for coming to support me. If there is any inconvenience in the reception, please forgive me." Zheng Hong's voice echoed throughout the Mobao Pavilion, and at the same time, Announcing the end of this big auction.

Most of the people present also chose to leave one after another, but some people chose to stay. Some of them wanted to watch the fun. Bai Ye seriously injured Yan Zimo, the genius of the Yan family, and the elders of the Yan family would naturally come to help. Yan Zimo came forward, and when the Yan family's elders came, they would definitely cause trouble for Bai Ye, and they would naturally be willing to watch Bai Ye's good show.

Of course, there are a small number of people who have other ideas. The last three lots of this big auction were all obtained by Ci Song and his party. If the three of them do not have enough background to support their possession of such a treasure, then they may They had other thoughts, after all, money and silk moved people's hearts, and every treasure Ci Song and the others took was enough to make them take risks.

"Junior Brother Ci, Junior Sister Mo, Brother Bai, let's go back."

Zhong Zai looked at Ci and Song, and said softly, now that the big shoot is over, it's time to go back.

"good."

The three of Ci and Song nodded at the same time and stood up. The four of them started chatting while walking. Ci Song asked the question that the three of them wanted to ask the most, "Brother Zhongqi, where did you get so many top talents?" Shit, are these all left to you by your parents?"

"That's right. It's a long story. Let's go back to the courtyard and talk about it first."

Zhong Qi smiled and replied, after all, they were about to face trouble now, and he couldn't explain these things clearly for a while, so he didn't explain it too much for the time being.

"That's fine, Junior Sister Mo. If you take action soon, you should stand behind the three of us and don't come forward. Do you understand?"

Bai Ye looked at Mo Yao on the side and whispered softly, although Mo Yao's strength is good and has reached the realm of Hanlin, the killing techniques of Le Zhidao are only allowed to be practiced by those who have reached the level of Confucianism. Now Mo Yao is more He is still a auxiliary and does not have much combat power, so Bai Ye gives such instructions.

"Thank you for your reminder, Senior Brother Bai. Don't worry, Mo Yao won't hold us back." Mo Yao naturally understood what Bai Ye meant. In terms of combat power, she was indeed the weakest among the four. She knew that her advantage was in the amplification of the music, not in fighting.

"With Dean Yan here, I don't think we have a chance to fight. If we really fight, I will protect Yao'er."

Ci Song, who was holding hands with Mo Yao, looked relaxed and comfortable, without any nervousness.

"Yes, with the teacher here, there will be no accidents." Bai Ye nodded, agreeing with Ci Song's statement.

The four of them walked out of the auction house. At this moment, the sunlight outside was blocked by heavy clouds, and only a few rays of light barely penetrated, casting mottled light and shadows.

A group of literati in green robes stood in the air of Yuncheng with unquestionable majesty and oppression. The green robes were emitting a faint glow of talent, like immortals walking from the clouds, forming a sharp contrast with the chaotic scene below.

The place where these literati stood seemed to be a watershed between heaven and earth, quietly separating the noisy world from the extraordinary realm. They looked down from a high place, their eyes were like torches, making the literati who had just come out of the auction house feel an unprecedented chill involuntarily.

Yan Zheng stood alone in the center of the square, his clothes swaying gently in the wind, but his expression was unusually calm.

Around him, there were more than a dozen unconscious literati, who were lying on the ground like dead leaves swept by the autumn wind. Some of them had distorted faces, and some had empty eyes. The blue long gowns that symbolized "the descendants of Yan Sheng" were stained with dust and blood, which looked particularly desolate.

And they all had one thing in common, that these literati had lost their right arms without exception.

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