The middle-level monk of the foundation building laughed and said, "Since Brother Ouyang has also taken a fancy to Miss Yujue, then I won't be competing with Brother Ouyang, but you have to give me a pot of Flame Flower Dichou wine."

When others gave face, Ouyang Jiannan could not hurt the other party's face, and then smiled and said, "Brother Yue, you are unwilling to suffer losses. My pot of Flame Flower Dichou is worth three thousand crystals. But since Brother Yue has spoken, I cannot be stingy. I will send it to you when I turn around."

The monk smiled and bowed to thank him sincerely.

Seeing this, everyone knew who the flowers fell tonight. They laughed and laughed, and the other monks of the same level as Ouyang Jiannan also joked with him.

Seeing that there was a buyer for the auction tonight, Yuhan was about to announce the result, he heard a voice saying lightly: "Thirty-three thousand crystals."

The flower viewing hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone turned their heads and looked back, focusing their eyes on Zhang Zhexue.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Zhang Zhexue smiled and bowed to the surroundings.

At this time, Ouyang Jiannan's face was already gloomy. He did not expect that a monk who was a first-level foundation building cultivator would dare to compete with him, and he was a strange face.

"Thirty-five thousand crystals." Ouyang Jiannan stared at Zhang Zhexue and said in a deep voice.

Zhang Zhexue smiled slightly at Ouyang Jiannan, raised his hand and said, "Thirty-eight thousand crystals."

"forty thousand."

"Forty thousand crystals."

Many people were already gloating at this time. Most of the people present knew that Ouyang Jiannan was a vengeful person. Therefore, as soon as he spoke, except for those of him, basically no one would call for a price. Even those monks of the same level as him were unwilling to break up with him because of a woman. They were all in Xiaolan City, and they looked down and looked up. It was really unnecessary to set up a strong enemy for himself for this matter.

Yu Han is the happiest person present. She is not afraid of offending people, because this is the industry of Yin-Yang Sect. No one dares to cause trouble at Pinhua Mountain Villa, and even Jindan monks dare not. And the competition between Ouyang Jiannan and Zhang Zhexue is what she likes, because the higher the price, her commission will also increase.

"Boy, are you sure you still want to bid with me?" Ouyang Jiannan asked coldly.

The entire flower viewing hall was quiet, and Jing watched the two arguing.

"The higher the price is, this is the rule of Pinhua Villa, right?" Zhang Zhexue looked at Yuhan on the stage: "Sister Yuhan, am I right?"

Na Yuhan covered her mouth and giggled first, then said softly: "This brother is right."

Zhang Zhexue looked at Ouyang Jiannan again and said with a smile: "Forty thousand crystals, that's right."

Ouyang Jiannan stared at Zhang Zhexue for a while, suddenly laughed to the sky, then stood up, walked outside and said, "I wish fellow Taoist ** is worth a thousand gold in one moment. Fellow Taoist must taste it well, maybe there will be no chance in the future."

At this time, everyone in the flower viewing hall had already regarded Zhang Zhexue as a dead person, and some people were already saying: "It is worth it to be able to be the first-class Jade Girl before her death."

Another laughed and said, "If I die on the Jade Jue girl, I will be romantic even if I die under the Luoshang."

All these are the same meanings, and Zhang Zhexue is dead.

The most regretful thing among the people was Yu Han. She felt that if Zhang Zhexue was not dead, she would be a regular customer. The long-term business that could have sent crystal stones to Pinhua Mountain Villa has now become a hammer business, which is a pity.

Yuhan walked to Zhang Zhexue with all kinds of charm, bowed and said, "Senior, since you can take pictures of Miss Yujue's first bedroom, please come with me." Knowing that Zhang Zhexue is a sure death, Yuhan was too lazy to ask Zhang Zhexue's name. Anyway, after tonight, this person disappeared.

Zhang Zhexue nodded with a smile, stood up and followed Yuhan and walked backwards.

As soon as the two went out, the flower viewing hall became lively. Soon someone started a bet, and Zhang Zhuxue was not dead by 50 to 1. Almost everyone present shook their heads, and only one kind-hearted person threw out a hundred crystals to gamble that Zhang Zhuxue not dead, and the banker laughed and accepted the only bet.

Under Yuhan's guidance, Zhang Zhexue walked for a long time before stopping in front of a small stone building by the lake.

Yuhan bowed to Zhang Zhexue and said, "Senior, this is Miss Yujue's beautiful building. Please go in by yourself. I wish you a happy spring breeze."

Zhang Zhexue nodded and walked towards the small building.

This small building built of stone has only two floors, which is different from the architectural style commonly seen by Zhang Zhexue. It is somewhat similar to the European and American rural architectural style of Zhang Zhexue's previous life. The first floor is just supported by a few stone pillars, without walls, but white cloth curtains are hung around it. When the wind blows, the cloth curtains flutter, which makes it very gloomy.

Following the stairs to the second floor, turning over the screen blocking the stairs, the white area was covered with white furniture, soft collapse, tea sets and jade zithers. They were all white, but there were four pots of orchids in four corners of the room, which was extremely eye-catching in this white room. If it weren't for these four pots of flowers, Zhang Zhexue would have thought he had entered a mourning hall.

Night pearls were hung around the hall, so the hall was very bright. There was no one in the hall. Zhang Zhexue walked through the hall and walked to the balcony outside. No one was seen. Then he coughed lightly and said, "Wu Tian, ​​the Gujian Sect, please see Miss Yujue."

"It turns out that he is a master of the Ancient Sword Sect. No wonder he doesn't take that old thing Ouyang Jiannan seriously." As a gentle voice came, a figure in white clothes slowly walked in from the moon gate.

Zhang Zhexue looked up and saw that the jade bead in front of him was dressed in white, with a very handsome appearance, but he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a pointed melon-shaped face, a big nose, a high nose bridge, a bright red mouth as a flower, a star, a bit cold, and a cold body that was resistant to people and thousands of miles away. He could be considered unparalleled. Ink was pouring down like a flowing cloud, scattered around his waist, with a bit of scattered temperament, with an elegant temperament, and pure like an exiled immortal in the sky.

Zhang Zhexue saw that the jade bead was not only beautiful, but also had a high level of cultivation than himself. He was already at the middle level of foundation building. He really couldn't understand what kind of sect Yin and Yang Sect was. Could it be that the people in the sect rely on picking, yang, supplementing, and yin to practice? By the way, earning some crystals can be considered as one stone. Not only did he feel good, but he also made a record of the crystals.

"The Yin-Yang Sect Jade Jue has met fellow Taoist." The woman walked to Zhang Zhexue and bowed, and said softly.

Zhang Zhexue looked at the teenage foundation-building monk and bowed and said, "Wu Tian has seen fellow Taoist Yujue."

Yu Jue looked at Zhang Zhexue, smiled, revealing two charming dimples, and said, "Fellow Taoist, would you like to listen to Yu Jue play and sing a song?"

When Zhang Zhexue saw her smile, it was like a sudden flash of cereus. It suddenly brought joy out of the coldness, and his eyes lit up. Fortunately, he had seen countless beauties in his previous life and had long been able to resist. When he heard Yu Jue ask him, he smiled and said, "Okay, I am willing to listen to the sound of the girl Yu Jue's wandering around."

Yu Jue smiled again, naturally stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Zhexue's hand, walked towards Yaoqin, and asked, "What kind of music do fellow Taoist like?"

"All music is good, but I don't know much about the song below. Miss Yujue is good at will." Zhang Zhexue only felt that Yujue's little hand was as gentle as jade, extremely soft and slippery as it was. He felt very good when holding it in his hand. He couldn't help but stretch his fingers into her palm and gently hooked it twice.

"Oh, it's so itchy." Yu Jue giggled and pulled back his little hand, turned his head to give Zhang Zhexue a coquettish look, then walked behind Yaoqin and sat down, pointing to the soft-collapse opposite and said, "Fellow Daoist, I'm resting on the soft-collapse, listen quietly to the little girl's singing."

Zhang Zhexue smiled slightly, leaned on the soft couch as he spoke, and looked at Yujue with a smile.

Yu Jue smiled faintly at Zhang Zhexue, then calmed down, stretched out his slender jade finger and pressed it on the Yaoqin to play it.

The sound of the piano was melodious and moving. After playing it too much, the jade sang softly: "The mountains in September are as warm as before. After encountering late autumn, I sighed at the clear sound of the bright moon, and fell asleep. I woke up from the dream for three o'clock. Half of the tree fell flowers and turbid wine, and I couldn't help but frown. I didn't want to miss you anymore, but I missed you even more. Then I missed you enough."

The elegant sound of the piano accompanied by a faint sadness makes this song sing beyond the world.

After the piano sound fell for a long time, Zhang Zhexue opened his eyes and patted his hands gently and praised: "Fellow Taoist Yujue is not only beautiful, but also the song is so beautiful. Alas..., this song should only be found in heaven, how many times can you hear it in the world?"

When Yu Jue heard Zhang Zhexue praise her piano music so much, she seemed to be happier than praising her beauty. She stood up with a smile and bowed to Zhang Zhexue, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your praise from fellow Taoists."

Zhang Zhexue smiled and said, "My fellow Taoist's singing is unparalleled. All I say is the truth. There is a lyric that has been written for a long time, but I don't understand the rhythm and have never composed the song. Therefore, I have a reluctant invitation. I want to ask fellow Taoist Yujue to help me compose this lyric and then sing it. I wonder if fellow Taoist Yujue can fulfill this wish?"

Yu Jue's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "The little girl cannot ask for it, so fellow Taoist will just read it."

Zhang Zhexue stood up, walked to the door of the balcony, with his hands on his back, adjusted his emotions, looked at the silver-shining lake in the distance under the moonlight, and whispered: "A hundred years of life and death are vast, and I can't forget it if I don't think about it. There is no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we don't know each other, and our faces are covered with dust and hair. When we come to the night of the night, we suddenly return home. The window is dressed up. We look at each other without saying a word, but we only have thousands of tears. We think that the heartbreaking place is broken every year, the moonlit night, and the short pine hill."

After listening to this song from Jiang Chengzi, who came from Su Dongpo, Zhang Zhexue's previous generation, in his heart, he almost burst into tears. But she immediately calmed down and repeated the lyrics in a low voice, then pondered for a moment, then played a jade finger on the Yaoqin, and a melodious song with a trace of desolation in the quietness.

"A hundred years of life and death are vast, and you will never forget it without thinking. There is no place to talk about desolation in the lonely tombs of thousands of miles away. Even if you meet, you will not recognize them, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost..." Yu Jue's voice brought a hint of hoarseness, and he immediately sang the charm of Jiang Chengzi.

Zhang Zhexue listened quietly, and in this lyrics and music, I couldn't help but think of my relatives in my previous life. Alas..., Dad, Mom, and Sister, do you miss me? I miss you very much, really miss you very much.

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Chapter completed!