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Lin Yixuan nodded obediently, walked to the guardrail, poked his head to look downstairs.

After a while, I turned around, looked at my sister with a smile, and said, "The starting price of the stele is 100,000 taels, and no one bids for the auction. The auctioneer has called for the third time. If no one bids, the auction will be lost." .”

"Yixuan, bid."

Lin Qingluo didn't hesitate at all: "One hundred and one thousand taels, buy the stele."

"good."

Lin Yixuan has always believed in her sister, no matter what she does, she thinks it is right from the bottom of her heart.

"One hundred thousand taels."

He leaned out half of his body from the box and shouted loudly, his slightly immature voice was heard in the ears of the auctioneer like the sound of heaven.

"One hundred thousand two times, one hundred thousand two times, one hundred thousand two three times, deal!"

The auctioneer struggled to hit the hammer to show his excitement.

"Sister, it's a deal."

Lin Yixuan was also very excited, his excited cheeks flushed slightly.

"good!"

Lin Qingluo waved his hands, took out a box of neatly stacked gold ingots from the storage ring, and told him with a smile: "When the stone tablet arrives later, let them carry it in."

"All right."

Lin Yixuan's big eyes were shining, and he smiled innocently and happily.

When my sister is tired, I can contribute a little bit of my strength.

The nine-year-old boy was happy from the bottom of his heart.

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The auction downstairs continued, Lin Qingluo didn't want to look any further, rubbing his brows in silence.

Lin Yixuan stood quietly at the door of the box, waiting for someone to bring the stone tablet, and glanced at his sister from time to time, showing a concerned expression.

"Toot."

There were two light knocks on the door, and he lifted his mind and opened the door with a smile.

Four assistants from the auction house carried the stele in with great difficulty, and a maid with exquisite makeup counted the gold ingots, ordered them to carry them away, and retreated obediently.

"Hahaha, the baby's stele is here."

The moment the wooden door of the box closed, a golden light flashed between Lin Qingluo's brows, and a chubby milk doll wearing a red bellyband and snow-white pink **** flew out.

Beiling clapped her little hands and cheered happily, flew around the stele twice, escaped into the stele, and became one with the stele.

In an instant, the stone tablet disappeared, and a handsome young man appeared in the box, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a straight figure.

The young man exudes a fierce and threatening aura, like a peerless famous sword that is about to be unsheathed, ready to deal a fatal blow to the opponent at any time.

"Well."

Lin Qingluo's eyes flickered, and he rubbed his eyebrows, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

This contrast is cute, a bit big!

"Ah woo."

Baoya jumped back two steps in shock, hiding behind Lin Yixuan.

Lin Yixuan hugged Leopard's teeth, pursed his lips and remained silent, for fear of disturbing the young man and causing trouble to his sister. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"The stele spirit pays homage to the master."

With a solemn and handsome face, the young man suddenly knelt down on one knee and respectfully greeted his master.

"Get up."

Lin Qingluo waved his right hand, and a gentle spiritual force lifted him up, his exquisite eyebrows showed a little surprise: "Why do you recognize me as master?"

"The awe-inspiring righteousness of the master is exactly the same as that of Tianzun back then."

The stele spirit got up and replied respectfully: "Tianzun left the legacy, the true understanding of the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty and even the supreme truth of the Dao. It is not available to those who have the world and compassion for the common people. The stele spirit keeps the legacy in mind and has been waiting for the successor of the inscription to appear."

Lin Qingluo raised his eyebrows lightly: "Waiting for it since ancient times?"

"No."

Stele Ling respectfully replied: "During the period, there were several successors with qualified conduct, but their mana was limited, so they failed to cultivate the Dao of Truth."

(end of this chapter)