The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

　　 The breeze is breezy.

　　 Zhuang Ming sits in a wheelchair.

　　 Yin Ming pushed behind.

　　When he is in front of people, he needs to do something, he will give a voice to Qianyang and Yinming, which will create false appearances and confuse outsiders.

　　 But when he is alone, he can drive the two ancient corpses with just a single thought.

　　 At the moment behind, in addition to Que Qianyang and Yin Ming, there is also his close maid.

　　 The girl's name is Shuang Ling, she is about fifteen or six years old, with a beautiful face.

There are dozens of maids in 　　 Zhuang Mansion, and there is another reason why this girl was designated as a personal maid.

　　 She was not a maid bought by the mansion for a few taels of silver, but she was rescued from the snowy road to Xuancheng during the winter snow disaster three years ago.

　　 was only twelve or thirteen years old, hungry, cold, hungry, skinny and dirty, the little girl is now slim, careful, gentle and considerate.

　　 "Frost Spirit, do you remember what I taught you before?"

　　 "I've written everything down, and I also read carefully what you marked."

　　 "You are always smart and have a good memory."

　　 Zhuang Ming said slowly: "What I taught you, you must understand carefully, it will be of great use in the future."

　　 Shuang Ling nodded vigorously, and said: "You have taught me that if you don't think about it, you will be useless, and if you don't think about it, you will be lost. I have never forgotten it."

　　 Zhuang Ming nodded slightly, and said, "I'm going out this afternoon. Come back before the sun goes down. You prepare me for tonight's medicinal bath."

　　 Shuang Ling responded.

　　——

　　 East of Fengcheng, Bailing Lake.

　　 Today, the second day of February, according to the local customs of Fengcheng, there will be a grand event in Bailing Lake.

　　 Zhuang Ming first decided the important event in Fengcheng, it took two months of hard work, but also quite tired, intentionally relieved.

　　 So, with Qianyang, Yin Ming, and Guan Sun, drove a carriage to Bailing Lake.

　　 At the same time, halfway along the way, I met a scholar and bought an ancient book.

"This person is named Fang Yi. His grandfather was a talented scholar, but he died at the age of thirty-six. His father was young and had dull aptitude and incomplete literacy. After his grandfather's death, his family became more and more serious. Poor, he can only move to the eastern suburbs and make a living from hunting. When Fang Yi's generation is acquired, although he has some talents, he is also limited."

　　 Guanshi Sun said by his side: "Although Fang Yi is literate in reading, he has insufficient knowledge. He has failed to pass the exams many times. Now his family is poor, so he wants to sell an ancient book his grandfather obtained by chance to the Zhuang family firm."

　　 Zhuang Ming sat on the carriage, feeling the bumps in the road, closing his eyes slightly, as if taking a nap.

　　 But what Guan Shi said, he heard everything in his ears.

　　 "In this case, after the inspection, I just bought it at the price. How did something change?"

"My son, this man is insatiable." Guanshi Sun was a little bit irritable, and said, "He only had five taels of silver at the beginning, but later I heard that you love antiquities, and you even set a price on the floor for twenty taels of silver. The old slave wanted to sweep him out, but that The ancient books seem to be quite old, and the old slave has flipped through two pages. The writing is good, but the old slave is clumsy and does not know its value..."

　　 "Well, that's good."

　　 Zhuang Ming looked indifferently, and said, "I have nothing to do in my spare time. I may not have been to the east for a long time to enjoy the scenery. Just take a look."

　　 Guan Shi answered: "Fang Yi is already waiting in the pavilion in front of Bailing Lake."

　　 Zhuang Ming replied, and did not speak again.

　　 It is rumored that he loves antiquities, especially ancient books, and he first instructed his subordinates to pass it out.

　　 In the past six years, he has expanded his business, expanded his power, amassed wealth, recruited people, and sought all kinds of natural treasures, rare and exotic objects, including various ancient books.

　　Dongsheng Dynasty, in the mundane world, although cultivators are rarely seen, but some of the ancient book fragments left in the mortal world are not all dross, and there is no lack of mystery.

　　 is just a pity, most of the inheritance between the mortals is basically incomplete.

　　 Occasionally I see the entire Taoist book, but it is also a shallow foundation.

　　 However, for him, although these fragments of ancient books are not a system, they may not have the effect of analogy.

　　 The most important thing is that for him, what he can buy with silver is not a high price.

　　 "There are countless collections in ancient times, I wonder if there is a way to restore dantian?"

　　 "Is there a way to nurture gods, animals and animals, and let me find a way to increase the growth of young dragons?"

　　 "Although there is a suspicion of finding a needle in a haystack, but the cost is not heavy, it can be regarded as leaving a small hope."

　　——

　　Under the pavilion.

　　 A young man named Fang Yi, in his twenties, wearing a shabby white shirt, washed yellow, holding a booklet in his hand, looking nervous and cramped.

　　 From a distance, I saw a carriage slowly approaching in front of him, and there were two guards beside him. He remembered the nobleman's advice to exchange more silver taels for talking skills, but he was even more nervous at the moment.

　　 "In the car...but Mr. Thirteen?"

　　 "Stop."

　　 The carriage stopped and the curtain lifted.

　　 There was a person inside, and he looked out of the car window.

　　 Fang Yi's heart jumped, and he vaguely saw that it was a young man about the same age as him, but on the other's delicate face, he was pale, sick, and cold.

　　 At this moment, Fang Yi suddenly felt a bitterness in his heart.

　　 The two are similar in age, but they have different lives. The other party started from scratch and is now the richest man in the 16th Mansion of Huai'an, yet he is just a poor scholar who sells ancient books from his ancestors.

　　" Guanshi Sun said, the ancient book in your hand is asking for twenty taels?"

　　 "Not bad." Fang Yi said: "This is the result of my ancestors. It was a coincidence that year, only this one."

　　 "If you want to sell at a high price, it depends on whether it's worth it." Zhuang Ming said slowly: "I'll go through the two pages first, what do you think?"

　　 "As it should be."

　　 Fang Yi stepped forward and passed it.

　　 Yin Ming stepped forward to take it and took it into the car.

　　 Zhuang Ming stretched out his hand to take it, turned five or six pages, scanned it roughly, his eyes narrowed, and immediately closed, and said lightly: "Guan Shi, take twenty-two grains of silver and give it to this Fang family brother."

　　 Guan Shi showed a look of surprise on his face. Unexpectedly, the ancient book was delivered to the son's hands for less than three breaths, and the son agreed to the price of twenty taels of silver.

"slow……"

　　 But at this moment, Fang Yi suddenly said.

　　 Zhuang Ming frowned slightly, stretched his hand at the driving curtain, and looked through the small window.

　　 Fang Yi's face clearly has a nervous and cramped expression, but a ray of greed flashes in his eyes.

　　 "I want fifty taels!"

　　 "You are so courageous!" Guanshi Sun said angrily: "Come on and set the price again? You are so greedy!"

"Twenty taels is the previous price." Fang Yi gritted his teeth slightly and said, "This is a treasure left by my ancestors. There is no fifty taels. I will definitely not sell it! Mr. Thirteen is rich in the enemy's country. Could it be possible that both silver and silver will come from this little bit? Sorry?"

"Naturally can afford it." Zhuang Ming handed out the ancient book, put down the car curtain, and said calmly: "Don't say fifty taels, even five hundred taels, to me, it is only a small amount of money, but...I don't I would like to be treated as a fat sheep, and cut as many knives as you want."

　　 "You..." Fang Yi panicked. At this moment, he felt like he was shooting himself in the foot with a rock.

"Guardian Sun, take twenty taels. If he is willing, he will make a deal. If he doesn't want to, it will be fine." Zhuang Ming's voice came from the car and said: "Yin Ming, we are leaving. "

"and many more……"

Fang Yi hurriedly called to stop. He was just lustful and always wanted to raise the price, but to be honest, apart from this Mr. Thirteen who has countless wealth and loves ancient books, I am afraid that there is no one in the entire Dongsheng Dynasty. Willing to spend tens of taels of silver to buy this ancient book of his.

　　 Yin Ming continued to drive.

　　 Zhuang Ming didn't pay much attention to it.

　　 This time he came, mainly for relaxation, passing by the pavilion, just taking a look.

　　 It’s enough to leave things to Guan Sun.

　　 But at this time.

　　 A group of people came from the direction of Bailing Lake.

　　 Zhuang Ming in the car, through the curtain, his eyes narrowed slightly.

　　 But Yin Ming stopped.

　　——

　　 "Fifty taels of silver is not too much."

　　 There are six people here, the first one, about forty years old, like a steward, the others are dressed in family clothes.

The steward laughed and said, "The dignified Mr. Thirteen is so rich that he can’t even get fifty taels of silver. It’s really laughable... For you, fifty taels, I think it’s not even a dime, but Here, it’s a fortune to escape poverty."

　　 Zhuang Ming did not speak.

　　 Yin Ming also said nothing.

　　 Guan Shi looked angry and scolded: "Which family are you from, dare to be so rude and disrespectful to my son?"

　　The steward slowly said: "Xuancheng Song Family, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is also ordered to buy an ancient book, my master asked me to bring a hundred taels of silver."

　　 The young man named Fang Yi suddenly showed ecstasy.

　　 Guanshi Sun’s face suddenly became extremely ugly.

　　 Zhuang Ming sat in the car, his expression as usual.

　　 "One hundred taels of silver, this ancient book, I want it from the Song family."

　　 Song Jiaguan looked at the young man named Fang Yi, and said with a smile, "Are you selling?"

　　 Fang Yi's face changed slightly, but instead of making a sound immediately, he looked at the carriage.

　　 Mr. Thirteen is the richest person in Huai'an Sixteenth Mansion.

　　 Such a character, one hundred taels of silver, is nothing.

　　 Now the people of the Song family paid a hundred taels of silver to buy ancient books, which obviously lost the face of Mr. Thirteen.

　　 And ahead is Bailing Lake, and all the figures in Fengcheng who have some status are also there. At this time, many people are frequently looking at here.

　　As a high-ranking figure in Huai'an Sixteenth House, fame and face are naturally extremely important. Presumably Mr. Thirteen will feel angry and find face and raise prices.

　　 But at this moment, there was a flat voice in the car.

　　 "Yin Ming, it's time to go back."

　　——

　　 Yin Ming patted the horse.

　　 The carriage moved slowly.

　　 In the eyes of Fang Yi and Song Jiaguan, who were extremely astonished, they gradually disappeared.

　　 The atmosphere in the field was slightly silent.

　　——

　　 "My son, the Song family deceived people too much, they..."

　　 Guan Shi's face was full of anger, very unwilling.

　　 However, before he could finish his words, he heard Zhuang Ming's voice calm and spoke slowly.

　　 "Dian Yang, get back the ancient books and clean up the corpse."