Chapter 13179 — The Rules of Our Taiping Book Market
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Cousin?
This penniless wretch is actually kin to Jiang Liu?
The stallkeeper was about to explain when Jiang Liu frowned and said, "You can't go around treating people differently. The rule of our Taiping Book Market has always been that the highest bidder wins."
"If you were anywhere else, I couldn't care less—sell to whomever you please."
"But here in the Taiping Book Market, you obey the Taiping Book Market's rules. Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
The stallkeeper protested his innocence: "The highest bidder does win, that's true enough—but this young gentleman bid three hundred book-coins, and he hasn't even reached a hundred and fifty..."
"I'm sorry, sir, but you cannot board the boat without showing an invitation." The staff member spoke politely.
She did not know what had happened at home. With her eldest and second brothers there, she could be of no help even if she went, so she would return a little later; surely nothing would go wrong.
Qian Qiyue was clever—how could she fail to hear the apology and disappointment mingled in his voice? Only, she did it on purpose. What she did not want, what left her bewildered—better to cast it aside altogether. "Since you saw it, is there nothing you wish to say?" She meant to force him, to make him retreat in the face of difficulty.
"But now Heaven has not only withheld its good fortune from us—it has set us a difficult problem instead," Ye Shaoxuan said.
It was he who had plunged her into this dilemma; it was he, too, who had given her a life of constant anxiety. If he had never appeared in her world, how placid and lovely it would have been. When all was said and done, he was the one who had hurt her most deeply.
There were not many people here. Even if twenty or thirty thousand cultivators had entered, they had not gathered in one place—the corpse-soul grass lay four or five li away, and the area was vast, the people scattered far apart. So Yang Chen's words did not draw much attention.
How desolate this world would be without you! How hopeless this world would be without you!
"Brother Qiyao, what do you make of that Yang Jiahua? Is he really worth trusting?" Ye Li had not, to this day, formed the slightest fondness for Yang Jiahua. It was not that Yang Jiahua was bad, but deep down she instinctively felt he was no good sort, and instinctively wished to keep him at a distance.
If tonight succeeded, Ye Shaoxuan would leave his name in the annals of antiquity, warning all under Heaven to be a flower-plucker of honor and righteousness—and would likely found a whole new school of cultivation.
And still light kept descending from the sky—these were the Golden Core cultivators of the surrounding powers, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, for they too had descendants trapped within.
Jian Yi was puzzled. He thought: true, the old Jian Yi's monthly exam results had been dreadful, but surely that did not mean he could not sit the monthly exam at all. Why must you be so shocked, honored sir?
Bai Biyu nodded. He seemed not to have fought in a long while, and a hunter's eagerness lit his face. Then he parted his loose robes to reveal the wooden sword at his waist—but the blade was rotted and battered to the extreme, too feeble to be wielded, too frail to withstand a single blow. What use was such a paltry, worthless thing? Better to leave both hands empty, both palms holding no sword at all.
Liang Feng found it hard to answer. Strategy he could manage; of tactics he truly had no experience. After some thought he said, "How about this—Fuzhou is in the rear now, temporarily secure, so we first draw off part of the troops and move them forward to garrison Bao'an, and shift part of the front-line troops to reinforce Saimen?" He was not at all certain himself.
After all, they both hailed from Liangzhou. Huangfu Song might not much care for Dong Zhuo, but he still had to preserve the face of a fellow townsman.