Chapter 65 Flying Silver-spotted Pack Ray
"Ye Yang of the Lishi Hall, meet with the head."
Ye Yang was also shocked when he saw this person.
That's right, the person in front of you is Gu Xuan, the master of the Feitian Sect.
This person's life is quite legendary. He practiced cultivation at the age of thirty and had not yet awakened his original destiny. He only reached the third level of ventilation at the age of fifty. He only broke through to the ninth level of ventilation at the age of eighty-eight and cultivated a breath of innate purple energy.
Everyone thought that this person would never be able to break through to the warrior realm no matter what.
At the age of ninety-two, he broke through to the martial arts realm.
After that, he accumulated a lot of experience and progressed every few years. Now, at the age of 177, he is already a master of the eighth level of jade liquid.
It can be said to be an example of a late bloomer.
"Ye Yang."
Gu Xuan pondered for a moment.
"Ye Hu is your father?"
Ye Yang nodded: "It's my late father."
"As expected, you are the son of a general. Your father died fighting for the clan. He is a heroic figure. You are working in the official hall and you are doing your best for the clan. You should dedicate yourself to it."
Ye Yang complained in his heart, "Whoever loves you will die, just don't get involved with me anyway."
Even if I feel something is wrong, how can I, a young man, expose these negative things to others?
Under Gu Xuan's gaze, his eyes became fiery and determined again. Like other young people, he carried the love and unyielding love for the sect, just like the newborn sun.
"Be loyal to the sect, fulfill your responsibilities for the sect, and fight for the sect all your life!"
"Okay! Okay! As expected of Ye Hu's son, he really has the talent!
There was a hint of appreciation in Gu Xuan's eyes.
Long Gang on the side cursed in his heart: "An old fox and a flatterer."
Just after hearing the word "official affairs hall", Long Gang turned around and glanced at Ye Yang in surprise. Then he saw that Ye Yang looked familiar, and then he remembered that the person wearing the clothes of a sect disciple turned out to be a member of his caravan. of guard.
The cold sweat suddenly broke out on his face even more.
Thinking that everything he did along the way was actually under the eyes of the sect, he couldn't help but feel a dark cloud in his heart.
Long Gang cursed secretly: "This official is really not a son of a man, he will do something secretly, and he didn't even say anything about the inspection in advance. Otherwise, I would have to put on a good show no matter what!"
With this thought in his heart, Long Gang knew that what he had done along the way had already been exposed in the official affairs hall.
racking your brains to think of a way to remedy it.
He gave Ye Yang a kind and flattering smile.
There are hundreds of Feitian Sect disciples and deacons in total, but there are only about twenty protectors.
Being able to achieve the position of protector of trade routes is naturally not an ordinary person.
Ye Yang also responded with a smile, never letting Long Gang see something different on the bright side.
Gu Xuan is like an ordinary old man.
He stood up.
"Long Gang, you go out first."
Long Gang obeyed and walked out of the door. Ye Yang was the only one left in the room.
Ye Yang secretly guessed what Gu Xuan's purpose was in keeping him here. After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.
Gu Xuan sat, Ye Yang stood, Gu Xuan sat on a chair, and Ye Yang quickly poured a cup of hot tea.
Gu Xuan felt that this young man was quite capable, so he winked, pondered for a moment, and took a sip of tea.
"You practice the Toad Moon Method?"
Ye Yang quickly said: "I am practicing Fu Gu Qi, and I have reached the eighth level of ventilation."
"Yes, I have reached the eighth level of ventilation at a young age, and I am much better than I was back then."
When Gu Xuan reached the eighth level of ventilation, he was already an old man in his eighties.
Ye Yang didn't know how to answer this sentence. As the leader, Gu Xuan had heard too many flattery words. If he flattered him and said:
"Master, you have accumulated a lot of experience. Who doesn't know that you broke through to the martial arts realm at the age of 108, and then climbed up to the top in the next few years?"
Maybe it will have the opposite effect.
So I didn’t say anything, and simply established an image of being honest and reliable, saying less, not lying, and just adding tea and water.
Some Taoist immortals have said how young people can stand out in front of high-level monks and connect with them.
The answer is: Just serve tea and water, don’t pretend to want to integrate, because you don’t have the capital.
Gu Xuan looked even more satisfied at Ye Yang.
Seemingly thinking of something, Gu Xuan spoke while looking at Ye Yang's busy figure.
"I was not in the sect when your father died in the battle. I heard afterwards that he fought to the death, took the lead, and promoted the majesty of our sect. He is really a role model."
"I hope you can be as heroic as my father and shine on the lintel of my Feitian Gate!"
"As it should be!"
"Okay! I see that you have broken through to the eighth level of ventilation. I just refined this elixir some time ago, and I will give it to you today. I hope you can keep up your efforts!"
After that, he thrust a wooden bottle into Ye Yang's hand. At that moment, the bell rang outside.
"It's actually this elixir!"
Ye Yang was shocked. His hard work today was really worth it. Before he could take a closer look, Gu Xuan said:
"The Flying Silver-spotted Pack Ray is about to start shooting!"
Then he couldn't wait to walk out the door.
Ye Yang followed closely behind.
Outside the door, Long Gang never dared to stay away, waiting to hear the news.
Gu Xuan glanced at Long Gang and snorted coldly.
"Don't go, just wait here for me to come back."
Long Gang nodded and could only retreat helplessly.
The nine-day auction was a huge venue. Ye Yang saw that there were many bidders.
Some people are bald monks with a ring of fist-sized prayer beads hanging around their necks.
Some people covered their faces with cloaks, leaving only two green eyes exposed.
Others were dressed in colorful animal skins with their hair disheveled, dressed like barbarians.
There were even more mysterious monks who had used special spells to cover up their faces and could not see their faces clearly.
…
a quarter of an hour later
A pretty beauty with a hot figure slowly walked up to the front desk of the auction house. This beautiful repairman had a white complexion, a curvy front and a rosy face, and bowed to the audience.
She said in a waxy voice: "I am Mei Tao, all my friends should be familiar with me. I will host this auction. Thank you for your support."
"I see that my friends have been preparing for a long time, so I won't disturb you here. Let's start now!"
After introducing herself, Mei Tao stopped talking nonsense. She knocked on the desk hard with a special magic weapon, and a clear sound came out immediately.
As soon as she clapped her hands, a beautiful maid, showing a pair of big white legs, walked up to the stage carrying a tray.
Mei Tao uncovered the red cloth and found a fist-sized silver-white ore on the ancient wooden tray.
The ore is like a walnut, similar to the human brain, divided into left and right halves.
"The second-level mid-grade beast brain stone is the first choice for cultivating the spirituality of magical instruments. This beast brain stone weighs eight pounds and four cents, and is three inches and six cents tall. The starting price today is three hundred spirit stones. Each increase in price must not be less than two cents. Ten spiritual stones.”
Meitao's tone is waxy and seductive.
"Three hundred and twenty-five spiritual stones!"
A monk saw the value of this beast's brain stone and immediately raised a price.
Thousand-forged elite soldiers and above are magical weapons, magical weapons and above are spiritual weapons, and spiritual weapons and above are pulse-suppressing treasures.
The difference between a magical weapon and a spiritual weapon is that the spiritual weapon must have a hint of spirituality and be able to be integrated with the practitioner. When used, it is easier to use, like an arm and a finger.