On the fifth day of the new year, the sky was a little gloomy. The wind was strong and cold. Occasionally, a few rays of light shone through the moving clouds, but there was no warmth.
Many shops on the streets were already open for business. The entire Yan Huang City was still shrouded in the festive atmosphere of the new year.
There were not many people on the streets. The carriage that Chu Mo sat in moved quickly on the green stone road.
Miao Yiniang and Chu Yan sat opposite Chu Mo. Seeing Chu Mo looking outside through the window of the carriage, Miao Yiniang could not help but smile. "Do you think it's better for a carriage to have windows?"
Chu Mo recovered and smiled. "How should I put it? Actually, a carriage without windows is not bad. Although I can't see outside, at the same time... the outside can't see me."
Miao Yiniang was taken aback, and then smiled. "Nonsense."
Chu Yan asked softly, "Young Master, are you bringing us to the auction house to broaden our horizons?"
Chu Mo smiled bitterly. "I have never been to an auction house before. My family was poor, and the words' auction house 'were enough to scare me away. How would I dare to go there? So today is my first time. Since it's still the new year, I brought you out to relax. "
Miao Yiniang smiled warmly. "My young master knows how to care for others."
Chu Yan blushed slightly. She looked at Chu Mo curiously. "Didn't Young Master grow up in the General's Residence? How could he be poor? "
"Must the General's Residence be rich?" Chu Mo asked.
Chu Yan thought about it and said, "In my opinion, even if the General's Residence is not rich, it should not be poor. But looking at the houses in the residence, I believe Young Master's words. But why is that? "
Miao Yiniang said, "Your young master's grandfather is a good man. Although he is a general and has a high salary, every year, except for the little he keeps for his family, the rest … is almost all secretly given to the families of the soldiers who died on the battlefield."
"Ah, so that's how it is. My apologies." Chu Yan's face was filled with shock.
Anyone could do good deeds, but there weren't many who could do what Old General Fan did. It didn't matter if you knew this kind of person or not. You didn't even need to meet him. As long as you heard of his actions, you would feel deep veneration.
Chu Mo looked outside through the window of the carriage. Occasionally, he could see a few naughty children running around madly or setting off firecrackers.
It was peaceful, peaceful, and cheerful. This was his home, a place he needed to protect!
This had nothing to do with the emperor or anyone else.
It only belonged to Chu Mo himself, the insistence in his heart. It came from the teachings of the old general since he was young.
Fengyun Auctions was the largest auction house in Yan Huang City. It was a two-storey building that was over 10 zhang tall.
The walls were made of large pieces of green stone. It looked majestic and simple. The roof was steep, and the four corners were curled up. It was exquisite and had an extraordinary aura.
Above the main door, there was a huge stone plaque. On it, there were five large words carved in relief: Fengyun Auctions!
It was said that Fengyun Auctions had a history of more than 1,000 years. It was even older than the founding of Da Xia. There was also the shadow of the sect behind it. It had always stood here and never wavered.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the auction house. At this moment, there were already many carriages and horses gathered here. It was bustling with people and carriages, but it wasn't noisy.
Many people wore large bamboo hats to cover their faces. Some wore black hooded cloaks, hiding their faces in the hats. Some even wore masks or veils.
In short, most people here didn't want others to know their true identities.
Chu Mo looked through the window of the carriage and was a little dumbfounded. He said, "It seems like we are the only ones without any disguise...."
Miao Yi Niang took out two veils from her bosom and gave one to Chu Chi. She smiled sweetly at Chu Mo and said, "Young Master, this is for yourself."
"..." Chu Mo was speechless.
At this moment, Miao Yiniang took out a smiley mask and handed it to Chu Mo. "I knew you wouldn't think of this."
"Why do you have to do this?" Chu Mo was a little confused.
He was smart. In some aspects, he was like a demon. But he was ultimately a 14-year-old youth. He naturally didn't have the corresponding experience of things that he had never experienced before.
Miao Yiniang said, "If you bid for a treasure here, and it happens that others want it, and your identity is exposed, then it will cause a lot of trouble. If you hide your identity and leave the auction house, who will know who you are? "
Chu Mo suddenly understood. "So that's how it is!"
With that, he took the smiley mask that Miao Yiniang prepared for him and murmured, "I asked Xia Jing to prepare a room for me. So, even if I wear a mask, to Xia Jing, my identity... is still not a secret?"
Miao Yiniang nodded and said, "How about we just sit in the hall?"
Chu Mo thought for a moment. "That's fine. Anyway, we don't plan to buy anything. Let's just sit in the hall."
As Chu Mo said this, he began to change his body shape according to the disguise technique that Demon King taught him.
Before entering the Bone Refining Stage, it was a little difficult to use this technique to change his body shape. But now, for Chu Mo, it was a piece of cake to change his physical features.
A series of cracking sounds came from Chu Mo's body. Miao Yiniang and Chu Yan both looked at Chu Mo with some doubt.
After getting off the carriage, the two girls suddenly realized that Chu Mo's height... was actually half a head taller than before. His body shape was also completely different from his previous somewhat thin figure. It was as if he had become a different person. The current Chu Mo was more like an adult.
Wearing a small mask, no matter how one looked at it, it gave off a somewhat evil feeling.
Miao Yiniang and Chu Yan were a little dazed. The two girls were extremely shocked. But fortunately, they didn't ask on the spot.
If one wanted to enter Fengyun Auctions, one must have an invitation card. Otherwise, even if one was a prince, one would be rejected at the door. In order to protect the privacy of the guests, all the invitation cards of Fengyun Auctions were standardized.
After showing the invitation card, Chu Mo walked in slowly with the two girls. As soon as they entered the door, a feeling of emptiness hit them in the face.
The place where they stood, all the way down, was a row of seats, and on each seat, there was a number plate. If one wanted to bid for something, they could just raise this number plate.
The auction house was empty in the middle, and a huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire auction house. The entire second floor was a circle of private rooms, a total of 21, divided into three grades, 'Heaven', 'Earth', and 'Human'. Each grade had seven private rooms, which had always been the territory of the big shots.
This time, Xia Jing originally arranged for Chu Mo to be in the Heaven Room 7 on the second floor, but because he didn't want to expose himself, he didn't go up.
Along with the two girls, Chu Mo randomly found a few corner seats at the back and sat down.
Then, a large number of people began to file in.
The hall on the first floor, which could accommodate more than a thousand people, was soon filled with more than five hundred people.
And now … .it was not time to close the door yet.
Although the whole hall was a little noisy, it was not messy. People gathered in twos and threes, whispering to each other. Although many of them wore masks or bamboo hats, their bodies emitted an aura that was different from ordinary people.
Chu Mo slightly narrowed his eyes, and softly asked Miao Yiniang, who was beside him, "Usually in this auction house … .there are a lot of people from sects?"
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