Early in the morning, before the rooster crowing, Wang Xiaoyi's knock on the door pulled Zhou Dao up from his sleep.

"Do you know what time it is?"

Zhou Dao was sleepy, looked at the sky, and looked a little dazed.

At this hour, even the girls in Wild Ass Hutong have not woken up yet.

"Where's the book? What about the book you brought out yesterday?" Wang Xiaoyi was impatient.

Last night, he was busy at Yuanmen all night, and he was thinking about the "General History of the Imperial Demon Division" brought out by Zhou Dao.

"Can't you wait for dawn?" Zhou Dao pouted and called Wang Xiaoyi in.

"By the way, have you heard of the incident in Sanyang Town?" Zhou Dao suddenly asked.

"What's up?"

"There is a butcher in Sanyang Town who wakes up very angry. One day, before dawn, someone came to buy pork..."

Inside the house, Zhou Dao said while rummaging.

In the courtyard, Wang Xiaoyi looked inside the house and asked casually, "And then?"

"Then that person died!"

"..."

As he spoke, Zhou Dao walked out with the "General History of Yu Yaosi" and stuffed it into Wang Xiaoyi's arms.

"It's the first time I've seen you care so much about things other than flower wine."

"You don't know the value of this thing. It can't be measured by money. When you take it out, it's your identity and your face..." Wang Xiaoyi took out a piece of yellow leather from his arms and wrapped it carefully.

This piece of yellow cowhide, at least ten years old, is the most suitable for wrapping books.

Seeing this, Zhou Dao is not surprised.

People who play collecting have their own circles. Those who like to collect ancient books have a small circle, but if anyone can come up with a rare ancient book, it will definitely cause a sensation.

That sense of vanity and satisfaction can't be compared even if you visit Hualou ten times.

"Are you going to sell it?" This is what Zhou Dao is most concerned about.

He knows that this book is out of print, and there are not many on the market. Can it sell for a good price?

"Sell? Even if you sell me, you have to keep this treasure." Wang Xiaoyi shook his head.

In their circle, there is an unwritten rule that all "hard goods" are used to press the bottom of the box, and they will never sell unless absolutely necessary, especially ancient books with a long history.

Even if it was torn to the point that only a piece of paper remained, it might still be worth thousands of dollars.

"A few years ago, there was a village in Qianfoshan, and a big event happened." Wang Xiaoyi's words were opened.

"There was a poor boy who, while sorting out the scriptures of the temple in the village, found a page of manuscripts from a scroll of scriptures that had been devoured by worms..."

Zhou Dao's heart moved when he heard the words.

"Although that poor boy has never seen the world, he also knows that this thing is 80% a treasure, otherwise it would not have been hidden so deeply." Wang Xiaoyi was amazed: "But he couldn't understand the text on the manuscript, and finally got it in the market. Gather to sell..."

"This……"

Zhou Dao pouted, obedient to the inside and outside of what he said. This piece of paper must have hidden secrets, and it is very valuable. It is not necessarily that there is some kind of Taoist magical power recorded on it.

It's a pity that this poor boy didn't know Debao, and he was about to miss out on this treasure.

Some things, in the dark, have their own destiny. This big opportunity is not yours. Even if it falls into your hands, it is just a pass.

"What happened later?" Zhou Dao asked.

"It's also interesting to say, that poor boy was sitting in front of the booth holding the manuscript, and after a day, no one cared about it." Wang Xiaoyi said with a smile.

Think about it too, in such a remote place, who would spend money to buy a piece of waste paper that is incomprehensible?

But just when the poor boy gave up, a middle-aged scribe walked up to his booth and bought the manuscript for only a penny.

"What kind of treasure is that paper manuscript?" Zhou Dao asked.

Since Wang Xiaoyi said that this is a big event, the manuscript must be a great treasure.

"I don't know." Wang Xiaoyi shook his head, pretending to be mysterious: "The key is not the paper, but the middle-aged scholar, do you know who he is?"

"Middle-aged scholar?" Zhou Dao was stunned, and immediately asked in doubt, "Who is he?"

"A pillar of air, a void mark!" A look of longing flashed in Wang Xiaoyi's eyes.

"Nine Divine Pillars!?" Zhou Dao was stunned.

The one who bought the poor boy's manuscript for a penny turned out to be one of Tangtang's [Nine God Pillars].

A few days ago, Zhou Dao had heard Chi Chengfeng mention the name of this legendary figure.

Even in the [Nine Divine Pillars], this Qizhu-sama can be regarded as special, without a teacher, he has comprehended the law in thousands of classics, and his divine might is so powerful that it overwhelms the world, and some people even say that his The strength is in the [Nine God Pillars], and it can be ranked in the top three.

"He bought someone's treasure for a penny?" Zhou Dao's expression became a little weird.

That is one of the [Nine Divine Pillars], a person who is so powerful in the world, so high above, taking advantage of a little guy?

Thinking of this, Zhou Dao thought of Li Zangfeng again.

Also as the [Nine Gods Pillars], this Jianzhu seems to be a little abnormal.

"A penny? Do you know what the poor boy got in the end?" Wang Xiaoyi suddenly raised his voice.

"He was accepted as a disciple by Qizhu."

"What?" Zhou Dao was stunned, but he didn't expect such an ending.

"That's a pillar of air, and every word and deed has deep meaning." Wang Xiaoyi said.

This matter has gone crazy in their circles. It is really too long to be able to encounter such a great fortune when collecting ancient scrolls.

But some people say, how does the air column exist? Looking at the air and watching the sky, knowing the trend of the world, that poor boy is the treasure that the air column sees.

He spent a penny to buy this relationship between master and apprentice.

"That poor boy..." Zhou Dao murmured softly.

He found that [Nine Gods Pillars] like to accept others as apprentices.

At least that's what he's seen and heard of.

"Now you know how awesome our circle is." Wang Xiaoyi pulled Zhou Dao and walked to the bun shop on the street.

This is the time for breakfast.

"Maybe I can also find an opportunity from an ancient book that I have collected, and then ask a certain Nine Gods Pillar to accept me as a disciple..." Wang Xiaoyi always has a good sales for the future... No, it's an illusion.

"Come on two buns and stop your mouth."

Zhou Dao picked up two big, white and soft buns and stuffed them into Wang Xiaoyi.

"By the way, Brother Dao, I heard that Lin'an Prefecture sent a master to investigate Yuanmen's case."

Wang Xiaoyi got up and said suddenly.

"It's a big sin for Yuanmen to collude with the Demon Suppression Division, and it's not surprising that someone from above is sent here." Zhou Dao whispered.

"It's not just for the Demon Suppression Division..." Wang Xiaoyi looked around and lowered his voice.

"I heard that Yuanmen has an ancestral treasure, and it has a lot to do with it, but this time they killed Yuanmen, but they didn't find out. The people sent from above seem to be targeting this thing."

"Ancestral treasure?" Zhou Dao's heart moved, and he instinctively thought of the beautiful white snake woman last night.

Such a strange demonization may have something to do with the treasure passed down by Yuanmen's ancestors.

"You didn't find it last night?"

Wang Xiaoyi shook his head~lightnovelpub.net~ picked up two steamed buns and dragged Zhou Dao in the direction of Yu Yaosi.

"These days, Yuanmen's property, mansion, secret mansion... have been raided and found nothing."

The above doesn't seem to care about Yuanmen's property, even a fool can see that they are looking for something.

As for what he was looking for, Wang Xiaoyi had no idea. He only vaguely learned from the female demon slayer guard beside the commander that it seemed to be the treasure passed down by Yuanmen.

"Si Li suspects that the thing is likely to be in the hands of Yuanmen's captured fish."

"Fish slipping through the net!?" Zhou Dao's eyes sank slightly.

Before the Dragon King Festival was over, Shang Tianhe had already ordered the banning of Pingjiang City, blocking all the escape routes of Yuanmen.

Therefore, the possibility of that thing being taken out is not high, unless it is not in Pingjiang City early in the morning.

"Outside the city of Pingjiang, people from Yuanmen..."

Zhou Dao murmured softly, something flashed in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it.

After talking all the way, the two arrived at the Yuyao Division.

"The first commander sends your lord to arrive."

At this moment, a respectful and solemn voice came from the hall.

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