"Miss, is this your friend?" the foreman looked up and down in surprise and asked Ye Wuchou.

Bi Luochun showed a completely different look from the previous one, but said in an extremely mature and steady tone: "Sister Ya'er, you should not behave like a person. Although they are dressed in rags, it is no surprise that they are my friends when the tigers are still falling into the sun."

Ye Wuchou had eye contact with his partner behind him, and he saw a strange look in each other's eyes. He had not yet felt anything about Biluochun when he first saw him in the Nine Heavens, but what was rippling in his heart at this time was extremely strong. The disparity of alienation and inconvincingness was endless. It seemed a bit mysterious and there was no way to examine whether the subtle and subtle were tenacious at the same point. But after all, everyone's most direct experience was that Biluochun and Biluochun from Lingzhu City were sentenced to Luoluo.

Ye Wuchou Chen Ning for a moment, then interrupted and said, "Actually, we have such a fate between us, thanks to the Jiuchongtian Auction. Miss Biluochun, since she calls you a lady, then you must be the daughter of Jiuchongtian. The so-called "knot" requires the person who tied the bell to untie it. It is really magical to see the tide rise and fall by chance. In just a few days, we will stand in front of you as you wish. The only thing that is the lack of beauty is that the swordsman with pure heart and weak desires is not present."

Ye Wuchou stared at Bi Luochun's beautiful eyebrows and eyes. Beneath Bi Luochun's eyebrows, there was contemplation and meticulousness of the plot, and her elegant and beautiful style of chivalrous spirit and no heroic spirit in the distant mountains. It's really strange. Could it be that she had taken a look when she was in Lingzhu City, but she was not so clumsy? She had focused all her attention on Luo Kai before, but she didn't expect that Bi Luochun was the one that made people feel most considerable.

Bi Luochun signaled Luo Kai to let him go first. Luo Kai glared at Ye Wuqiu fiercely and shook his sleeves away. Seeing that Ye Wuqiu's arrogant and domineering attitude seemed quite unhappy, but according to Ye Wuqiu's speculation, he should care more about the carelessness of the conversation being heard without any fault.

He led the etiquette foreman in the same way, leading the four people to walk in the lobby.

The neatly listed crystal cabinets are decorated with various rare treasures, and the bright and soft warm lights illuminate them brilliantly. The already precious treasures are covered with this halo, which makes the value suddenly appear to have increased by several levels.

Ye Wuchou's eyes lingered in the middle. After looking at it casually, he felt deeply the vastness of the Nine Heavens, Dragon Blood Ginseng, Nine Dragon Armor, Soul-Surfaced Bell... These are only displayed but not sold, which are really "priceless treasures". His eyes went from far to near, and finally stopped in front of him. He saw a beautiful carved sword box placed in the crystal cabinet in front of him. The sword box was open, and a sword covered with fairy air was lingering quietly, like the extremely sleeping emperor's burial.

The sword hilt is as slender as the sword blade, the sword trunk is scattered, and the momentum is as if swallowing the sky. The sight is moving, and the cold blade is as frost as the light can be seen. The dense patterns sink into the sword, and the colorful and colorful styles appear on the surface of the sword body. But when you frown, a huge gap suddenly appeared on the back of the sword. This defect caused the entire sword to fade as if it had lost its soul. The destruction here made all those who admire beauty sigh.

"This sword is the sword tomb that fell from the Xie Zuyi Rebellion." Bi Luochun said in a leisurely manner, with a lush and emotional feeling as if telling a story of what he had experienced personally. "You know the sword tomb, the ancient sword tomb of the Divine Abyss in the northwest. It is said that this sword has been in the sword tomb for a long time, but the sword spirit has not been exhausted. It was suddenly awakened and slaughtered a hundred people and splattered blood and splattered the yellow earth. Then it faded and fell to the ground without a sound. After a few hours, no one dared to step forward. In the end, the ancestor of the family mustered up the courage to go forward to investigate and brought the sword back to treasure it."

Bi Luochun sighed, as if he had a heavy thought that he could not be released. She said, "The Divine Sword has a spirit. According to the ancestor of the family, when he picked up the sword, there was a crystal clear liquid tickling down. He said it was the tears shed by the Divine Sword. The Divine Sword was unwilling to die with his eyes and was unwilling to accept it. But spring and autumn are like passers-by, who would know what a tortuous story happened when the sword was in storm? After all, it was just a hero's end, splashing stagnant water in the long river of history."

Ye Wuchou's fingerprint was fumbled on the transparent crystal with considerable strength and protection ability. Through the thick layer, it seemed that the biting chill of the golden thorns transmitted from the north qi was touched.

Seeing Ye Wuchou silently, Bi Luochun continued: "The items exhibited here are all treasures of heaven and earth, with full monumental significance. The heavy historical significance is the significance of seeking in the glorious years of the Nine Heavens, not just for money."

"It's almost done to talk about it. There is a major question in front of us." Bi Luochun smiled and said, "What's the purpose of coming to the Ninth Heaven? But it's okay. As a landlord, you should do this."

Ye Wuqiu ignored him and continued to caress the crystal cabinet, feeling the rhyme of the eternal relics.

Just as Bi Luochun was about to speak and continue to say something, Ye Wuchou interrupted her and said, "What can I do? I just came here with the flow and heard that the Nine Heavens Auction was about to auction a peerless treasure, so I just wanted to find out."

Bi Luochun smiled and said, "Do you know what that is? Who are the people who come to compete? And how much money is expected to be taken?"

Ye Wuchou was confused by the question of Biluochun's continuous cannon. Ye Wuchou said: "I don't know anything except for my curious heart to bet on life."

Bi Luochun looked at Ye Wuchou with a smile, and then said, "I didn't expect you to have such romantic feelings. Well, meeting in a vast sea of ​​people is fate. What do you need? I will do my best to help you. Whether you can take a picture of the final treasure depends on your ability."

Ye Wuqiu took a step back and bowed slightly, keeping a smile on his face and said, "I need a purple gold card."

Bi Luochun was slightly stunned and then said, "Purple Gold Card? The value of tens of millions of gold is not helpful to you. After all, purple gold-level VIP means a lot, and I can't make decisions without authorization."

Ye Wuchou waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I naturally have tens of millions of gold. All I want is to give me the purple gold card in advance, not hindsight."

Bi Luochun now felt even more confused. She asked, "Since you are not short of money, you will naturally not delay your taking pictures of the treasure. Why do you have to possess the reputation of this purple gold card in advance?"

Ye Wuchou smiled and said, "Since you know that this is reputation, don't you understand half of the mess?"

Bi Luochun thought for a moment, then suddenly realized.

A pillow with clear frost, and you can't sleep all night.

Walking in front of the hall, looking at the snow like the moon in the sky.

The moonlight is full of the steps, the eyes are full of gentleness, and the heart is full of nostalgia.

Watching everything blankly, like escaping into the clear sky, or standing in front of the hall like a petrified one. The moonlight is so cold and the moon charm is so lingering!

Maybe the years pass by like water, maybe time is like arrows, but life has a moon tonight, so why complain? It is beautiful and extremely exquisite...

Once upon a time, I often imagined that in the misty misty rain like fog and smoke, I held an oil-paper umbrella and wandered on the twenty-four bridges in Du Mu's poems, listening to the natural music of the rain hitting the stream, watching the beautiful scenery of the red sun and sunset, thinking of a question: "How long is life?

:Life sometimes lies in decades, and sometimes lies in diet.

Sometimes it lies between breathing, sometimes it lies between a thought.

"Life is actually between you and me."

I heard myself murmuring.

Love is like the bright moon, this thing is hard to be complete in ancient times. Extend your hand and gently caress the gentle and cold moonlight, as soft as water, as cold as frost. I seem to see the snow-white hand reflected by the moonlight ripples in the moonlight. I seem to see that it is wound and pain echoing in the moonlight for a long time... This world is colorful because of the bright moon, and this world is heart-wrenching because of the moonlight!

The moonlight, the sea, is the most beautiful existence, perhaps - the clear and scattered moonlight on the journey of life, people will only feel a faint melancholy, sigh a few words of the confusion of the moonlight, sigh this is just ordinary, and then think it is the most romantic accident. But the moonlight of the sea is so unforgettable, so hard to let go, forget it! And it comes so suddenly and in a hurry. Whether it is vigorous or lingering for a long time...

No one can beat the bright moon, no one can stop the moonlight, unless you can step out of the world and escape into the monks, and never look back at the prosperity, beauty, red lines, hearts and loves. Although it is not all tragedy, you will walk together with pain, and the bright moon points the direction for you. Because, when the bright moon in your heart rises slowly, you will inevitably be hurt, and thousands of feelings will surge out like a flood discharge.

When the head of white hair is full of sadness and sadness, only one around you is your eternal wings, leading you through despair and sadness. No matter how hard or tired you are, there is no falsehood; when everything has changed, the beauty has long been destroyed in the wandering of time, only one around you still gives as gentle as water, and only one around you will say as always: ""Meet you like spring water reflecting pear blossoms."

By your side, I will live up to my lifelong concern.

Tears burst out from the eyes, and the sadness in my heart continued to grow, blocking my throat, falling from my brow to my heart. I walked down the steps and stepped on the white snow that emitted cold silver light. The light was so dazzling and the posture was so charming!

The snow was in pain under his feet, and the wound was singing happily in his heart. He walked to the center of the yard and placed his whole body under the erosion of the cold, and ignored it. His whole body was trembling with coldness, and the coldness was heart-wrenching, but this feeling was better than sadness flowing freely on the desolate heart!

The eyes were filled with fog, and tears vented their sadness in a new posture. How confused, where is the road! Who knows, and who wanders around!

The plum tree in front of the hall stood tall like a girl under the moonlight. The bright moon put on her moonlight gauze and quietly cast a faint silhouette, which was extraordinary in beauty! Do you know that it is all about your memory, and the sadness that has lasted forever in the memory!

Suddenly, a beautiful wing flapping out from the silhouette, and then the whole butterfly miraculously broke out of the cocoon from the plum shadow. It finally broke through the shackles and the barrier of the bond!

The plum shadows all over the ground turned into butterflies in the sky, lingering under the snow and moon, flying towards the sky.
Chapter completed!