MTL - Murdering Heaven Edge-Chapter 109 Fengyun Auction House

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the sky was a little cloudy, the wind was very cold, and the light that occasionally emerged from the flowing clouds was still warm.

Many shops on the street have already opened, and the entire Yancheng City is almost covered in the atmosphere of the New Year.

There are not many pedestrians on the street. The carriages of Chu Mo are walking on Qingshi Road, and the speed is very fast.

Miao Yi Niang and Chu Yu, sitting opposite Chu Mo. Looking at Chu Mo through the window of the carriage, Miao Yi Niang couldn't help but smile and said: "Do you think the carriage still has windows?"

Chu Mo returned to God and smiled and said: "How do you say that the carriage without a window is not bad, although I can't see the outside, but the same... I can't see me outside."

Miao Yi Niang groaned and then smiled: "There is no reason."

Chu Yu whispered on the side: "The son took us to the auction house, is it going to be long-sighted?"

Chu Mo smiled bitterly: "I have never been to an auction house. I used to be very poor at home. The three words of the auction house are enough to scare me away. Where can I go there to see? So today is the first time. I don’t want to be in the New Year, bring you out and let go."

Miao Yi Niang smiled softly: "My young master knows that you are distressed."

Chu Yu’s face was reddish, and he looked at Chu Mo’s eyes with a bit of curiosity: “Isn’t the son grown up in the generals? How could it be poor?”

"The generals must be very rich?" Chu Mo asked.

Chu Yu thought and said: "In my thoughts, even if the generals are not rich, how can they not be poor? But when I see the houses in the house, I believe in the son. But why? ”

Miao Yi Niang said on the side: "My grandfather's grandfather is a good man. Although he is a general, he is not low, but every year except for the one who keeps his family, the rest... almost all secretly gave those sacrifices on the battlefield. The military family members are on."

"Ah, it turned out to be like this, disrespectful." Chu Yu's face. With a bit of shocking color.

Anyone can do good deeds, but there is not much that can be done like General Fan. Such a person, whether you know it or not, does not even need to meet, as long as he hears his actions, he will be awe-inspiring.

Chu Mo went down the window of the carriage and looked out. Occasionally, I could see a few mischievous children who had a cold nose. Still running out, or setting off firecrackers.

It is peaceful, peaceful, peaceful, and cheerful. This is his home, the place he needs to guard!

This is irrelevant to the emperor and not to anyone.

It belongs to Chu Mo himself, and the one in the bottom of my heart sticks to it. From the old generals to teach him from childhood.

Fengyun Auction House, the largest auction house in Yanhuang City, is a two-storey building with a height of more than ten feet.

The wall is a large piece of bluestone that looks grand and quaint. The roof is steep and steep, and the four corners are light and lifted, exquisite and exquisite, and the momentum is extraordinary.

Above the gate. A boulder plaque with five embossed letters on it!

It is said that the Fengyun auction house has a history of more than a thousand years, longer than the time of the founding of Daxia. There is also a shadow of the sect behind it, standing here. Never wavered.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the auction house. At this time, there were already a large number of horses and horses gathered here. The traffic is very busy. Very prosperous, but not noisy.

Many people have a big fight to cover their faces, and some people wear black cloaks with hats, hiding their faces in hats, and some people simply wear masks or veil.

In short, most people here don't want to be known by others about their true identity.

Chu Mo through the car window, looking at this scene, some dumbfounded, said: "It seems that we have no cover..."

Miao Yi Niang took out two veil from her arms and handed it to Chu Yu, and smiled at Chu Mo: "Young Master, it is you."

"..." Chu Mo is full of black lines.

At this time, Miao Yi Niang took out a mask of a smile and handed it to Chu Mo, saying: "I know you will not think of this."

"Why do you want this?" Chu Mo has some doubts.

He is smart, even in some respects, like a enchanting one. But after all, he is a 14-year-old boy, and he has never experienced anything. Naturally, there is no corresponding experience.

Miao Yi Niang said: "If you take a treasure here, it happens that this treasure is also wanted by others. If the identity is exposed, then there will be a lot of trouble. Hide your identity and leave the auction house. Who knows who you are? ?"

Chu Mo suddenly realized: "It turns out!"

Said, took over Miao Yi Niang to prepare this smile mask for him, and then muttered: "I am the room that Xia Jing prepared for me, then, even if I put on a mask, for Xia Jing, my identity ... Is it still not a secret?"

Miao Yi Niu nodded and said: "If not, we will sit in the hall."

Chu Mo thought for a moment: "Alright, anyway, we don't plan to buy anything, just sit in the hall."

Chu Mo said that he began to change his body shape according to the magical skill of the monarch.

Before entering the refining period, it is still difficult to change his body shape through this kind of exercise. But now, for Chu Mo, it is easy to change his physical characteristics.

In the body of Chu Mo, there was a screaming voice, and both Miao Yi Niang and Chu Yu looked at Chu Mo with some doubts.

After waiting for the carriage, the two women suddenly discovered that Chu Mo’s man... was actually half hemiple than before, and his body shape was completely different from the somewhat thin body before. It’s like changing someone. The current Chu Mo is more like an adult.

With a small face mask, how to look, it gives people a feeling of some evil.

Miao Yi Niang and Chu Yu looked a little dazed, and both women were extremely shocked. But fortunately, I didn't ask it on the spot.

If you want to enter the Fengyun auction house, you must have an invitation. Otherwise, even if you are a prince, you must be rejected. In order to protect the privacy of guests, all the invitations of Fengyun Auction House are standard.

After presenting the invitation, Chu Mo took two women and Shi Shiran went in. As soon as I entered the door, I felt an empty feeling.

The place where they stand, all the way down, is a row of seats, each with a number plate. If you want to shoot something, just use this number plate.

In the middle of the auction house, a huge chandelier hangs from the top of the shed and the entire auction house is illuminated. The entire second floor is a private room with a total of 21 rooms. It is divided into three grades: ‘day, earth and people’. Each room has seven private rooms, which have always been the sites of big men.

This time, Xia Jing originally arranged for Chu Mo to be in Room No. 7 on the second floor of Tianzi, but because he did not want to expose himself, he did not go up.

Chu Mo took two women, and sat down at the top of the back to find a few corners.

Then, watching a lot of people, they began to sneak in.

The first floor lobby, which can accommodate more than a thousand people, will soon have more than 500 people seated.

And now... not yet closed.

Although the whole hall was awkward, it was not messy. People were ridiculously gathered together in twos and threes. Many people have masks or fights on their faces, but they are obviously different from ordinary people.

Chu Mo slightly squinted and whispered to the side of Miao Yi Niang: "In the auction house usually... there are also many sects in the sect?" (To be continued...)