Even in the second half of August 14th, the moon hanging in the sky is still big and round.

Zhao Changan sat in the car and opened the car door, looking at the rolling river in front of him.

The bright moon shines on the river, and the silver scales are shining all over the river, like a giant dragon twisting its long body, making Zhao Changan feel excited.

He opened the glove box in the car, took out the "Zhao Family Sword Book" drawn by Wen Ye, and started reading it through the moonlight.

It is said to be a sword score, but in fact it is just a few thin pages, which are nothing more than six styles of "one chop", one pick", one ring", one stab", one drag", and one flash, in conjunction with the aura that flows out of the body from the dantian.

Zhao Changan looked at it for a while, put down the "Zhao Family Sword Book" in his hand, opened the trunk, and took out the meteorite iron sword from under the leather cushion of the trunk.

Walk to the riverside that is more than ten meters above the river.

"puff!"

The tungsten steel scabbard was inserted into the dry and hard river bank soil, reaching nearly an inch deep.

The scabbard is simple and unpretentious, and it is a black tungsten steel with a frosted surface. It feels that part of the scabbard absorbs the moonlight shining on the scabbard. In the moonlight, it is like a black flake black wooden stick.

Qi rises from the Dantian~

It has been a year and a half since Zhao Changan came to this world, and his mood has changed many times during this period.

At first he thought it was a dream.

Then there is ecstasy and the ambition and vow of revenge and revenge, and the ambition and vow of resurrection will no longer be so mediocre, and the ambition and vow of living this life.

Until I got into what Wen Ye said about "angry".

Let Zhao Changan look at the world with a cautious attitude again with a new look.

During the whole year and a half of my life, Zhao Changan never thought about how he came here?

He didn't even think about what his soul was doing in the original body and his original body, just before Lu Dapeng's chalk head hit his young, handsome, and extraordinary evil face?

Until this time I went to Muye, I met Li Pingtao.

It reminded him of the 'worthless' Zimbabwean golden green cat eye rough stone that Li Pingtao gave him in his previous life.

——

Cat's eye stone is also called "Dream Stone" and "Blessing Stone". Its appearance is surrounded by a halo like the universe, symbolizing love, strength, hope, blessings and friendship.

Golden-green cat eye stone is a rare and rare species in cat eye stone.

It is said that this cat's eyes have at most nine eyes. Nine eyes are only legendary, and the highest discovery is only six eyes.

And it is said that every time you open a glance, a new special function is opened.

In folk legends, the cat's eyes can see ghosts and ominous things, filth, and see through the truth behind the illusion.

——

Only then did Zhao Changan remember that the Nine Eyes circulated among the people are just for legends, but they are not legends.

Because he's seen it!

——

A thin stream of heat wandered between Zhao Chang'an's meridians in the same way as the "Yi Chi" circuit diagram on the first page of the sword score drawn by Wen Ye.

"Zheng~"

The meteorite iron sword suddenly unsheathed, and under the moonlight it was like a horse practicing to "slash" towards the void ahead.

As it was almost difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, a thin light green light broke away from the sword blade and 'slashed' downwards to the river in front.

Even a fleeting cut was left on the river surface dozens of meters away.

——

In the car, Zhao Changan was dozing off in a daze, and suddenly felt his eyelids lit up slightly, but it was fleeting.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

There was still a rippling river flowing eastward in front of me, with ships coming and going on with lights and black smoke coming from the chimneys.

He looked to the west and saw two rays of lights lit up in the distance and were moving towards this side.

Zhao Changan was immediately excited because his brother was back.

——

At Wen Ye's insistence, Zhao Changan sat in the passenger seat, Wen Ye drove, followed by the small truck.

"The old men and women here have survived the hard days of that year. They believe in wild ginseng the most, followed by wild deer antlers, snow clams, and Ganoderma lucidum spore powder. I bought them in large quantities, and they are also very good. But I keep them for research. Musk, old white angelica chicken blood vine, and other bears and tigers, are also kept for research and not sold."

Wen Ye took out a pack of kraft cigarette boxes and asked Zhao Changan: "I'll have one? The locals rolled it, and the taste was very refreshing, but it was refreshing."

"Don't, suck me, panda, I got three, Jin Shengyu one, Tang Shuang thought I was too stingy, so she took two of her secret treasures; she left four boxes for you in it, and even Wei and Liu were four boxes for each person; Teacher Chu came over at Eleventh, and I left one for him."

"Just suck two pieces, you should just keep it yourself and pretend."

Wen Ye threw the kraft cigarette box in his hand into the Daben store box, took out a box of open blue-bottomed pandas from it, and lit it.

"It's okay, but I still like to suck this smell and I can't lift it up."

Wen Ye took two more mouthfuls, threw the cigarette butts that had left half of the left out of the car window, took out the kraft cigarette box from the storage box, and lit it: "I still like to smoke this kind of original tobacco with no added ingredients and no filters."

“Does tobacco be produced in the north?”

Zhao Changan expressed doubts: "It's not that you've been exported, you're stupid and bought it back at a high price."

"This is your ignorant name. This is yellow tobacco, which is relatively cold-resistant and is rushed to grow by locals in summer."

The two chatted endlessly, and a brightly lit city in front of them was rising on the horizon under the moonlight, and the pearl was already vivid in my mind.

"I haven't been to school these days. I have asked Zhou Kexin for leave until 11th. I left one million and smashed the rest into the medicinal materials for eight million; six million,—"

Wen Ye signaled to the two snakeskin bags in the back row of the Great Band: "Just in these two bags, the car behind is worth one million medicinal materials."

"You are so fierce!"

Zhao Changan admired him. He bought six million medicinal materials for those divine and spiritual research. He felt that Wen Ye was not on the same channel as himself, but was simply not on the same dimension!

"What's the point? The drizzle doesn't count. Ye Jingtian took a lot of good things this time. I asked, but I don't know the specific number, but it's probably no less than 50 million all day long. You know that this is just one of his stops."

"He also does research?"

"That's not. The Ye family suffered heavy losses this time, and a large number of shares held by modern factories were sold. It is estimated that this is to regain the nourishing Chinese medicine deal they had just arrived in Western Europe."

"Then it's not over. They are making money, you are asking the sky."

"Ask the sky?"

"Ask if there are immortals in the sky, what is the universe and what is the soul."

"Well said!"

Wen Ye laughed: "I need to take all the millions of medicinal herbs in the past few days. I will raise one million for you, and I will pay Liu Yihui and the others a million principal, and I will also have to pay them one million interest."

"Tsk tsk~"

Zhao Changan heard this and burst into tears: "If I had known that I would have borrowed it, I would have thought of investing one million yuan for you. Is it a mistake! If you still have the remaining one million, don't you win a total of eight million yuan in your hands? "

"You think too much, that one million is the various expenses for the things to ship here."

"Damn it, it's so dark!"

Zhao Changan cursed in surprise.

"It's good, be content, you can only get things done if you share the benefits."

Wen Ye shook his head and said, "How much do you want to spend this trip to Goryeo?"

"Sun Yiyang has already put one million in my account, and the one million you have is almost the same; but this is Han Xin's order of troops, the more the better."

Wen Ye pondered for a moment: "I originally thought that I should not be too cruel, just add twice the profit; forget it, add five times."

Wen Ye said it lightly, as if turning three million into five million is just a trivial matter.

"Don't be too ruthless, others are not stupid."
Chapter completed!