Chapter 137: Imitation of the Flowing Light Clock

When he saw the purple herbs, a glimmer of joy flashed in Liang Hui's eyes.

Such precious medicine meets his requirements.

"Each fruit of the Purple Pearl Grass can improve Qi and blood, and its rhizome has the same effect."

The waiter explained softly.

"How many?"

"Twenty-three thousand taels of silver, no bargaining."

"I want it, wrap it up."

"Any more?"

"Yes, please follow me."

"This is Fengyan Grass, which can improve Qi and blood, and can also cleanse one's own Qi and blood. It costs thirty thousand silver taels."

"Bale!"

"Liuyan Fruit... Zhu Fruit... Thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum..."

Extremely precious medicines were constantly taken out, and Liang Hui would buy any that met his requirements when he saw them.

For a moment, all the people who were buying medicinal materials in the pharmacy fixed their eyes on Liang Hui.

There is curiosity, greed, and also a deeply hidden murderous intent.

Didn't pay attention to the gazes coming at him.

He said to the shopkeeper next to the waiter:
"How much in total?"

"Sir, nine precious herbs for two hundred and forty thousand silver taels."

Hearing this, Liang Hui took out a large wooden box from the storage space and handed it over.

The shopkeeper immediately took out a round plate-shaped object from his arms and placed it on the wooden box.

In an instant, a green light appeared on the disc.

The shopkeeper's face showed joy and he put the wooden box away.

At the same time, he took out nine packaged medicine boxes and handed them to the boy.

Liang Hui also opened them one by one to check their authenticity before putting them into the storage space.

Tap your forehead gently.

"Shopkeeper, yes, the medicinal materials are real."

Turn around!

Walk towards the door.

"and many more."

"Sir, do you still need some precious medicine to improve your Qi and blood?"

Liang Hui stopped and spoke with a hint of interest.

"You can find it for me."

The shopkeeper shook his head and responded while putting the plate into his arms.

"Sir, you have already looked at all the precious medicines in the store. It is impossible to find a new source in a short time."

"What I want to say is that there will be an auction at the black market early this morning. There should be the precious medicine you need there."

'auctions?'

Liang Hui whispered in his heart.

If it's an auction, there's a high chance that he'll have what he needs.

"Boss, thank you for letting me know."

The boy took a step forward and walked towards the street.

Prepare to stay in the black market for a while and wait for the auction to be held.

Since you are here, buy as much as you need.

The young man walked on the street, even though he was wearing a black robe and a hood covering his face.

But the mystery and coldness emanating from his body still attracted everyone's attention.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Most people chose to leave the black market, and some people began to gather in one direction.

Liang Hui followed the crowd and came to a building.

The crowd kept moving forward, and soon it was his turn.

"Entrance qualification, ..."

The aura belonging to the level of refining internal organs burst out from the young man's body.

The guard immediately stopped talking, and a slight smile appeared on his stiff expression.

He handed Liang Hui a wooden sign with the number 89 written on it.

"Senior, the number on your badge is your seat, please come in."

The boy nodded, took the wooden sign, and walked into the building.

Following the stairs, we soon arrived at room number 89. Pushing open the door, we saw a small but exquisitely decorated room.

One wall of the room is made of transparent material, through which you can clearly see the platform in the middle and the people sitting on the stone chairs.

He stretched his hand forward, and a faint silver glow appeared between his fingers.

Yinhui obeyed the boy's will and floated to the transparent wall.
Covers all walls.

The view from outside the room will be blocked, but Liang Hui can still see the platform outside the wall.

He walked slowly to the chair and sat down, closing his eyes in deep thought, waiting for the auction to begin.

Soon it was early morning.

clang!
A clear bell rang.

The charming woman in red gauze climbed onto the platform under everyone's attention.

At the same time, the aura of a great monk came from behind the curtain of the high platform.

"In this auction, anyone who kills, forces purchases, or makes false reports will be killed!"

The charming words were filled with extremely cold murderous intent.

As the surroundings fell into silence, the charming woman spoke again:
"My name is Song Lin, and the auction is starting now."

As soon as the words fell, a maid came up to the platform carrying a wooden tray with a small sky blue clock on it.

"The first auction item, the Bingming Bell, was made by a Taoist priest who is proficient in forging. It has the power of the Enlightenment level."

"When used at full strength, it is enough to freeze everything in ice. It is extremely effective in killing enemies and defending."

Song Lin chuckled.

He stretched out his hand and pinched the small sky-blue bell, making it glow.

So that all guests participating in the auction can see clearly.

The entire venue was in an uproar. Magical instruments at the level of realization were not common and absolutely precious.

Liang Hui, who was sitting on the chair, felt that Xiao Zhong was somewhat familiar, not in terms of his aura, but in his appearance.

At this moment, Song Lin put the Bingming Bell back onto the wooden plate.

There was also a hint of solemnity in her charming look.

"Everyone, don't you think this clock looks familiar?"

The surroundings fell into silence, and many people felt that the man looked familiar, as if they had seen him somewhere before.

Suddenly a hoarse voice came from the crowd.

"Song family, you are crazy. You dare to imitate His Majesty's weapon and build this bell. Aren't you afraid of the final reckoning?"

"I still think that Song Xi is here."

"That's enough, you thief, are you trying to sow discord? If this wasn't an auction, I would have killed you."

A harsh rebuke, accompanied by an extremely powerful aura, rose from behind the curtain.

At this moment, Song Lin's charming face also turned cold.

"First, this clock was not made by our Song family. This is just a trading channel."

"Secondly, my Song family has no intention of disrespecting His Majesty the Divine Emperor. We just want His Majesty's glory to spread further."

"I'm selling the Bingming Bell now. The price is 500,000 silver taels. The price can be increased by 10,000 each time."

After a while.

The first quote just appeared.

"Half a million!"

"Five hundred and fifty thousand!"

The competition has intensified since then.

Until.

"Three million, two hundred and seventy thousand!"

"Three million, two hundred and seventy thousand once! Three million, two hundred and seventy thousand twice! Three million, two hundred and seventy thousand three times!"

"make a deal!"

"Congratulations to guest No. 9 for winning the Bingming Bell. The auction item will be delivered to your private room soon. Please prepare enough silver."

Afterwards, another maid came up, holding a red jade slip.

"The Taoist Scripture "Sunset Sword Scripture" can be cultivated to the level of the life force. It has been tested and the Taoist Scripture is true."

"The seller only accepts martial arts books at the blood refining level. The first bid is one book, and the price will increase by one book each time."

At this moment, the whole place was filled with ridicule and dissatisfaction.

Although the value of the Taoist scriptures at the innate level is slightly higher than the martial arts at the blood refining level, it is not much higher.

Liang Hui sensed the jade slip held by the maid, and a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

The sword manual at the innate level is still of great use to him, as it can help him better hone his innate Taoist weapon - the Scarlet Cloud Sword.

Especially the Taoist scriptures that can enter dreams.

As for martial arts classics at the blood refining level, he knew a lot about them.

(End of this chapter)