My imagination has come true

February 27, cloudy with rain.

Mu Qingyun opened the curtain of the carriage to appreciate the increasingly lush scenery under the thin spring rain.

"Is Huang Siping really miserable?"

Mu Qingyun thought about it, and it was quite miserable.

When a white-haired person sends a black-haired person, the world is miserable and can be ranked among the top three.

It's just that, after all, it wasn't the era where she lived in a prosperous life. Living in the present, many ordinary people died of fathers, mothers, and several children before it was their turn to die.

And this is actually pretty good.

How many people are lonely all their lives, unable to form a family or raise children.

Those who were drowned in water, those who died from earthquakes, and those who died in the mouths of monsters.

Before Mu Qingyun came to this era, he looked up the information and was horrified.

She worked hard to practice martial arts, to learn and memorize the martial arts of various schools, and to help others, but she knew that the future was bright, but the road to the light was full of blood and dead bones.

Like everyone else, she has to step on the flesh and blood of these innocent and ordinary people to climb up.

"Huang Siping's son died, does this have something to do with that liar?"

Mu Qingyun frowned.

Situ Qingshuang shook his head: "It's not in the confession."

Huang Siping said a lot of miscellaneous things in a nonchalant manner. He seemed to have said everything, but if you look carefully, he never said why he helped that liar.

"No matter what, he hopes that the liar will achieve his goal."

……

The rain was pattering, but neither heavy nor stopped.

To the east of Qu County, outside Zhuangyuan Bridge.

I don’t know when there were a lot of carriages in the empty field next to the Zhuangyuan Building, and some old and young men pulling rickshaws sat on the side of the road to enjoy the shade.

Zhang Ji picked up a small hammer and hammered the small wooden plaque of huanghuali on the wall of the Zhuangyuan Building.

Seeing that it was going to rain, he had to go faster.

This time the auction site was chosen in the Zhuangyuan Building, which is adjacent to Yaowu City and Leizhou Mansion, and I don't know what the owner has in mind.

There was a burst of noise in the building, more than half of the people were already sitting on the first floor, and there were several masters.

The head of the family only left him who could hit a few times, and the rest were all ordinary people hired temporarily.

Zhang Ji thought for a while, they were very steady in charge, and the elders in the cabinet could see grass growing in their hearts. Wait until someone is short of that meal.

In the past two years, the business of the dark pavilion has not been easier than before. After all, the world has changed. The imperial court began to control the martial arts, and respected the people of the Jianghu.

People in the Jianghu seem to have become more refined, and no longer need secret cabinets to do shady business.

The elders were very worried about this, but the little pavilion master in charge of them just spread his hands: "At worst, I'll sell sex, and I won't starve you to death."

Everyone: "..."

That's really unnecessary, they will never run out of business in the secret cabinet.

There are always things that cannot be seen.

Just as he was thinking wildly, there was a commotion in the building.

The auction on the stage has finally reached its highlight.

Zhang Ji hurriedly climbed down from the ladder, and quietly looked up at the heroine Yue who was sitting on the railing on the second floor.

Some colleagues in the dark pavilion privately slandered Yue Nvxia, saying that she was not like a master.

What an idiot who said that.

What do they know about masters?

As far as the environment in the building is concerned, the group of people sitting upright on the first floor should not be underestimated. Some of them have evil spirits that make one's scalp tingle at a glance.

Everyone is very nervous, but she lives on the second floor, tapping the rhythm on the railing with one hand, holding a teacup in the other, with relaxed brows and eyes, and a relaxed expression. How many people can do this?
The Sword God can do it, the world's absolute destiny, half-step absolute destiny, can do it.

Doesn't this mean that Yue Nvxia is a master of masters?

The auctioneer raised his hand to signal, and Mu Qingyun stood up.

His voice was not slow or fast, just like the rhythm of the countless times he spoke before, without the slightest intense tone.

The Dark Pavilion has always been like this.

"Right now we are auctioning off items belonging to Yuncheng Martial Arts Museum, Yue Qingqing, and Yue Nvxia. Yaowu Library—there are [-] gold membership cards in total. In the first round, [-] pieces will be auctioned."

With such a calm voice, everyone downstairs instantly pricked up their ears.

"Cardholders can borrow from the Yaowu Library first-three volumes of "Developing Martial Arts from Scratch"."

"Now show the books."

More than a dozen women in plain robes, holding dozens of pages of books spread out, walked slowly in front of many warriors.

For a while, the building was silent.

The warriors at the front all stood up at once, and the waiter who was holding the pages of the book suddenly went limp in fright. The warriors rushed to support him, but they reached out to grab the pages.

"I don't understand these words, ah, what is this writing!"

Several warriors had their eyeballs glued to the picture, and their foreheads were beaded with sweat. For the first time, they hated themselves for not being able to live up to their expectations.

But even if you don't know how to read, just look at the picture, and you will be fascinated by it for a while.

Several people who were dubious about this and very reserved at first, didn't care about saving face at the moment, and greedily flipped through the pages.

It's [-] times bigger than expected!
Where is the five-tiger soul-breaking knife and other rotten street skills, which are obviously more surprising than the secret secret skills of the famous sects.

Most of the martial artists present here have practiced hard and earnestly. People who have high pursuit of martial arts and know how to do it can naturally see the value of this cheat book.

There were sobbing sounds all at once.

Those who have not really embarked on this path will probably never understand their feelings at this moment.

The auctioneer coughed several times, and all the warriors still reluctantly surrounded these cheat books, unwilling to let them take them away.

His gaze flickered, and the auctioneer looked up at the upstairs, and then at the backstage. When he regained his composure, he stopped demanding, and continued: "The starting price is ten yuan, and the maximum price is thirty yuan. I announce—"

"Thirty Wen!"

"Thirty Wen!"

Before the auctioneer could finish his sentence, the downstairs shouted loudly, and countless people kept beating the gong around them vigorously.

The sound of the gong was deafening.

The warriors directly took out their money bags and threw money on the stage crackling, some impatient didn't even take out the money, just threw out the money bags.

At this time, no one thinks about the previous rumors.

What Yue Qingqing is just fooling people is not sincere at all, she is purely trying to trick that liar into the urn and deliberately disrupt the auction.

The so-called cheat book written by her is just a gimmick, incomplete, and can't be practiced at all. This is a joke, otherwise, how could it only cost thirty words?
So what if he deliberately lured the liar?So what if it's a gimmick?
Don't even dare to take this risk!

Then what kind of martial arts do they practice?
Even if it's just for the dozens of pages of moves on the red silk, not to mention [-] is a big profit!