Qingshan Sect has a long history and profound foundation. Logically speaking, there should be no shortage of relevant elixirs and spiritual materials. However, there is really nothing Zhao Layue needs on Shiyue Peak, because she practices sword intent and body tempering. In addition, no one has practiced the Nine Death Sword Technique except Jingyang Zhenren, so there is no corresponding preparation at all.

Of course, for such a big event, the Qingshan Sect will definitely gather the strength of the entire sect to help Zhao twelfth lunar month find it. However, no one taught Zhao twelfth lunar month's Nine Death Sword Art, she could only rely on herself to comprehend it. It would not make much sense to continue practicing hard at such a critical moment. Traveling around the world by looking for medicine should be helpful to her breaking the realm.

After Zhao royue and Gu Qing left Shenmo Peak, they had a hot pot in Yunji Town and went to Shangzhou City for a while. They rushed to Nanhezhou that night.

Compared to her traveling with Jing Jiu back then, the speed this time was countless times faster, and it was still much easier to control the sword.

The twilight shines on the gray walls of Baoshuju, shining in a strange color. There are no ordinary pedestrians on the surrounding streets, and it is quiet and weird.

Several practitioners stood outside the wall, looked at the manager of Baoshuju in a gloomy face, and said, "It's clear that the auction was ready to be held tonight, why did it suddenly stop?"

The manager of Baoshuju apologized repeatedly and said, "There will be a gift for you later. Please forgive me for the immortal masters and come to see you later."

If they were thinking about the background of Baoshuju, these practitioners would definitely take the gift and leave without any more trouble. However, this time they were determined to win a box of fairy lotus pills in the auction, and they were in a hurry, so they really couldn't leave.

"I sent Elder Jiang to attack Wuchang Realm. At a critical moment, when do you want us to wait?"

A practitioner shouted sternly at the manager.

The manager looked calm and said, "Sorry, our store has settled the accounts tonight and is really unable to receive distinguished guests."

Those practitioners were very angry and thought that such a small matter as clearing the account would have been cancelled?

Suddenly, they felt a little weird. Although Baoshuju had a deep background, he rarely did such unreasonable things. Moreover, the manager's expression was too calm, as if he was sure that even if he was absurd excuse, he would not be worried about being criticized by the guests.

A practitioner thought of a certain possibility and asked in surprise: "Is it a big man here in the mountains?"

The manager smiled slightly and did not answer.

The practitioners subconsciously looked up at the top of Baoshu House in the sunset, and were worried that the other party would feel disrespectful to their eyes, so they quickly lowered their heads.

"What are you waiting for? Let's break up quickly."

"When will the Xianlian Pill be auctioned? Please inform the manager."

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The entourage, manager and guard of Baoshuju are all left on the two floors below, and the top floor is silent.

This is the tallest building in Nanhezhou. Standing by the railing, you can overlook the entire south-facing city under the sunset, and the scenery is beautiful.

Baoshuju Dong’s family did not feel like this today, and they did not dare to look back, and stood in front of the door and waited without making any sound.

In Nanhezhou and even the entire Chaotian Continent, he is a person with a name and a surname, but at this time he is like a servant.

The door was pushed open, Gu Qing walked out of the inside, handed over a portrait, and said, "Let's see if anyone has seen it."

Baoshuju's home family took it with respect and did not dare to delay. They jogged downstairs and pushed open the room on the deepest part of the second floor.

The room was very spacious, with more than twenty old men in blue clothes standing inside waiting, looking a little nervous.

These old men are the most senior treasure appraisals in Baoshu Curie, and there are several managers with good eyesight. Even the branch entourage in Chaoge City rushed back.

Baoshuju's owner put the portrait on the table and spread it out, and said, "Whoever finds the clues first, will give a gift to a building."

The worshippers all know that the building mentioned by the owner is naturally not an ordinary house facing south, but a branch of Baoshu House. How much is it worth?

Of course, even if they don’t have money, they will definitely use all their lives to find clues, because the thing in the painting is the future of Baoshuju.

The old priests gathered at the table and began to carefully watch the painting.

Baoshuju's home retreated to the window and felt very stuffy, but he didn't dare to open the window to make it breathable. He took out the silk handkerchief from his sleeve, rubbing the sweat on his forehead while thinking that if this matter is not done well, he has to think of some ways to make up for it. In recent years, I have sent too many gold and silver mountains to Zhao Mansion in Chaoge City. I am afraid that the effect will not be too good. Will I send it to the Gu family? But Mr. Da was treated in the clan a few years ago and I don't know if he will appreciate it.

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A few years ago, the Lord of Bihu Peak was obsessed with the infatuation and was suppressed by Yuan Qiying. Baoshuju lost his biggest backer and was about to collapse.

No one expected that Jing Jiu and Zhao stayed in Baoshuju for a while when they first entered the WTO, and did something.

Taking advantage of this relationship that is not even a reason, Baoshuju's boss stubbornly walked into Zhao's mansion in Chaoge City.

In the following years, Baoshuju devoted himself to the Zhao Mansion and worked tirelessly to finally gain recognition from Shenmo Peak. Since then, Baoshuju was responsible for providing all the needs of Shenmo Peak, and the price paid is naturally huge, but it also saved some more important shares, which was considered to be a disaster.

In recent years, Shenmo Peak has been banned again, and Gu Qing has issued any requests through the clan.

A few days ago, Baoshuju received a letter from the Gu family, saying that the peak owner would come here to find something in person.

The boss was shocked and naturally attached great importance to it. If the matter was not done properly this time, would Baoshuju still be able to continue to be opened?

"It should be a three-leaf clover, and the immortal master may have memorized a word wrong."

An old white-haired worshipper flipped through the yellow books in his hand and said with certainty: "There are records in the Tiannan Medicine Collection."

"How can you believe what is recorded in the worthless wild medicine scripture?"

Another worshiper said, "How many treasures have we passed through over the years? Look at who has seen so many people in the building? Even if you haven't heard of them!"

Listening to these quarrels, Baoshuju's face looked a little ugly. He walked to the table and looked at the painting and said, "It's not surprising to see, why don't you remember?"

On the painting is a grass, divided into three leaves, green and tender, like jade.

The worshiper said with a bitter face: "It is because it looks too ordinary that it is difficult to distinguish. It cannot be really just a three-leaf clover."

Baoshuju Dong's family said with a serious expression: "No matter what I am, I will find it if I live or die, otherwise I would want to die even if I can still live."

Listening to this, the debate immediately disappeared, and the worshippers began to read ancient books again, or frowned and thought hard, wanting to find clues.

The room became extremely quiet, and only the sound of flipping books could be heard.

Time was slowly lost. I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a surprise sounded.

A deacon took the book and squeezed away the crowd to the table, spread out one of the pages directly, and said, "There are records in the Youyang Miscellaneous Test!"

Listening to the name of this book, everyone's expressions were slightly different and they had no confidence.

There are too many supernatural gods and strange things in Youyang Miscellaneous Cases, which are difficult to distinguish between true and false. Moreover, the words are rough and boring, and few people will read them carefully.

Dozens of eyes fell on that page of paper.

The book records clearly that hundreds of years ago, a strange grass appeared on the banks of the Great Lakes, divided into three leaves, no different. Only the blue color came straight into the eyes, even the cold wind and fire could not be changed. This wild grass was judged as an extremely rare immortal-level spiritual herb by the doctor monk in Guocheng Temple, and was named Sanqing Grass, which attracted the competition between countless sects and the powerful cultivators.

The reason why no one in the world of cultivation now remembers this is because no treasure hunting tragedy happened afterwards, and because the people present were asked not to disclose the matter. Who would have thought that they would be recorded by a good literati in the mortal world?

"It's quite similar."

Baoshuju's boss said thoughtfully.

The other worshippers also nodded.

The miscellaneous test of Youyang is not credible, and the writing is very crude, but the description of this matter is very real.

Who can make such a precious immortal grass disappear? No sect dares to mention it? Looking at the Tiannan Continent, only Qingshan Sect can do it.

Who can make Qingshan Sect set up such a big formation for a mere herb? Looking at Jiufeng, only the former Jingyang real person can do it.

Of course, the Nine Death Sword Technique, which he needed when he broke through the realm and entered the wilderness.

A worshiper thought of something and asked in confusion: "When Zhenren Jingyang had not entered the wilderness, he had such majesty in the nine peaks of Qingshan?"

Baoshuju’s boss knew a lot of Qingshan’s secrets and said, “Of course.”

"That's good." A worshiper said with lingering fear: "As long as you are sure that something really exists, you can find it."

Baoshuju’s boss said: “Stop everything and try your best to find this Sanqing grass.”

How much would it be to stop an auction house of this size, plus dozens of branches in the mainland, to stop for one day?

But both the boss and the stewards were very calm and thought it was a matter of course.

There is just a problem.

Someone was worried and said, "If the Sanqing Grass is really so precious, even if it is found, we can't snatch those sects just by our building."

Baoshuju Dong's family scolded: "Idiot! When you find out where the things are, you will naturally ask for them in the mountains. Where is our turn? Qingshan Jiufeng now owes the favor of Master Jing Zu. Who dares not give it to him? The key is... we have to find clues, money and other things are easy to say, have you heard?"

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Among the top pavilions, the dusk has ended, and the night pearls emit a faint light.

There was a box on the table in front of Zhao Layue, which also emitted a faint light. It should be some kind of formation that sealed the breath inside.

There is a grass in the box, divided into three leaves, which looks very ordinary, but the green color is very rich and tender, as if it will turn into substance and drip down at any time.
Chapter completed!