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Volume 1 Chapter 3 The Magical Stone (Part 2)

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    "What? How dare you sell a dried iron branch for fifteen far grams?"

    "Don't think that smearing animal blood on the roots of the blood orchid will fool your eyes. That's not how you pretend to be an old herb."

    "You can tell at a glance that this loess stone was picked up by a stream ten miles south of the city. The moss on it has not been washed clean. You can make a lot of money for ten French grams."

    Looking at the surprised and even horrified expressions of the stall owners around him, the young man raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "Don't be surprised, I have been here before."

    A strange scene appeared in the noisy and chaotic market. A young man in Tsing Yi was chatting. The stall owners around him were all pale-faced and sweating profusely. Their faults were picked out, and the business could still be continued. At most, it was just  What made these stall owners speechless was that this young man who looked like a "human spirit" maintained a simple and honest smile from the beginning to the end, which was extremely inconsistent with the harsh tone. In the end,  Everyone curled their lips in unison: Do you dare to be more fake?

    This young man is naturally Mo Yan.

    After coming out of Avenue Chanel, he walked south along the path for nearly an hour before arriving at this very noisy and messy place.

    This is the largest low-end material trading center in the city. Several large stone shops have purchase points here. In line with the principle of saving money when possible, he naturally does not want to spend more money.

    Before he entered the college to work part-time, he was also a frequent visitor here. As for what he does, we can roughly tell something from the above conversation.

    After turning around a few times, he lamented the passage of time. He didn't see any of the old people he knew at the beginning. Mo Yan smacked his lips, and a strange look appeared on his face.

    After purchasing the materials he needed, he was about to return to the academy. When he turned around, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and his body suddenly stiffened.

    "Be calm, be sure to be calm. Don't let an 80-year-old woman stretch her child. It will be very embarrassing." He suppressed the excitement on his face and walked to a stall pretending to be casual, smiling.  Look at the middle-aged man in front of you.

    "Perhaps Mo Yan squeezed him too hard just now. The middle-aged man did not show any joy at the customers coming to his door. Instead, he stared at him closely with a vigilant look on his face.

    "This, that, and this, plus that, yes, how much does it cost in total?"

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    The middle-aged man looked at this shrewd boy suspiciously, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could there be any treasures in his stall? He knew his own business, and most of the things in his stall were picked up from outside the forest.  , he couldn't help but look embarrassed at the moment, "Little brother, you also know that life is not easy now. Brother, when I go to the forest, I hold my head up with my pants."

    Looking at the middle-aged stall owner's tirade, Mo Yan turned around and left without saying a word. The turning movement was worthy of being called handsome.

    The middle-aged man couldn't help but panic when he saw this. His original intention was to whet the other person's appetite, and he also observed the other person's expression. He didn't expect the other person to be so straightforward and so mature that he didn't look like a child of this age at all, so he had to sigh helplessly.  He knew that even if there was treasure in it, it would be as good as his own, "Little brother, don't leave, we are not doing business. Today's young people have a fixed price, fifty French grams, how about it?"

    At the end of the day, he still couldn't help but speak loudly, and quoted such a high price for four pieces of rags he picked up from the forest. He could feel the admiration from his colleagues around him, and his old face turned red.

    "Okay, this is fifty far grams, please keep it."

    Mo Yan, contrary to his previous behavior, immediately paid and left, causing the stall owners around him to shatter their glasses. Only the middle-aged man vaguely understood that maybe he had really made a mistake.

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    "We're rich, we're rich, let's buy two fried dough sticks, eat one and throw away one."

    Back in the dormitory, Mo Yan still had unconscious giggles on his face from time to time. No wonder he was so gaffe-like. If he didn't admit his mistake, the stone was only as big as a finger, with a bright red center, just like an ordinary soapstone, but that  The obscure energy fluctuations cannot be hidden from the eyes of those who are interested.

    "Sure enough, it's it." After washing it with clean water, the stone revealed its original appearance. It was clear, smooth, and exquisite. No impurities could be seen in the transparent stone body. "That's it, Ling Ruishi, a very rare and strange stone."  Spar.¡±

    He murmured to himself, this strange crystal??It can replenish energy for the made pattern stone, and its value is even higher than the third-order pattern stone. Such a small stone can be sold for at least tens of thousands of francs.

    After years of wandering, he was not dazzled by the wealth in front of him. He knew what he should do now.

    After calming down a little, he skillfully opened the pen cover and took out an engraving pen with a nib like a blade. After absorbing enough red ink, he placed the nib on the patterned stone with a solemn expression, and the red slender lines flowed smoothly on it.  Pen extension.

    The red lines on the patterned stone continued to increase, and gradually, a complicated pattern became more perfect as his pen tip slid.

    Mo Yan stared at the patterned stone intently, breathing slowly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

    If you look carefully, you can find that his right arm has not moved from beginning to end. Only his wrist and finger joints move. The flexibility is even more amazing than that of a poisonous snake.

    The pen tip turned slightly, and a standard arc appeared on the grain stone. Then the pen tip slid down, and suddenly paused, bringing up a side hook.

    The pattern on the patterned stone emits a faint white light, which is almost undetectable if you don't pay careful attention.

    "coming."

    An unusually tired feeling constantly hit his consciousness. Mo Yan gritted his teeth and persisted, sweat gradually falling from his forehead.

    The peak of the pen is soft and smooth. His movements are like clouds and flowing water. The slender pen tip dances gracefully, and the lines with a faint light extend and change as the pen tip extends on the surface of the grained stone.

    Most of the entire patterned stone has been painted, and only the last few strokes are left, but he can't continue to draw it.

    The tip of the pen paused, and unnoticeably, his hand began to tremble, and his consciousness was blurred at this moment. His wrist sank, and the white light on the surface of the patterned stone flashed, and then quickly dimmed.

    Failed.

    Mo Yan leaned on the chair very tiredly, raised his head, and looked at the roof with dull eyes.

    He doesn¡¯t remember how many times this has failed. He only knows that almost all of his meager savings in the past few years have been spent on it, and the price is not small.

    How is it easy to draw a patterned stone, even though what he drew was only the simplest illuminated patterned stone.

    Although he was a little disappointed, he did not seem depressed and never regretted it. In fact, he might have known the result a long time ago.

    "Compared with last time, this time he drew two more strokes. He believed that if he persisted, he would be able to successfully draw a patterned stone one day.

    Being bored, he had no choice but to take out the irregular-shaped stone and play with it. He didn't notice that the spiritual gravel was very close to him.

    ¡°We found available energy and asked for absorption.¡± A slightly stiff mechanical voice sounded in his ears.

    Mo Yan was suddenly startled when he heard the sound. He looked around and saw that there was no place to hide anyone.

    "Who is it? Come out quickly." Even though his burden is not small, he still feels a little worried at this moment.

    "Discover available energy and ask for absorption."

    "Who is there? I saw you."

    "Discover available energy and ask for absorption."

    "who are you?"

    "Discover available energy and ask for absorption."

    "you win"

    "Default command received, absorbing, please wait."

    Mo Yan looked at the stone he had found from Brother Fang, which was glowing with a faint white light at the moment. The expression on his face was definitely one of shock and joy. After a moment of thinking about it, energy, huh?

    He hurriedly turned around to look, and saw that the piece of spiritual rubble worth tens of millions was rapidly dimming, which was a sign that the energy was drained. He was very heartbroken. He immediately ignored the surprise in his heart and screamed, "Stop it, stop it."  "

    "The task is in progress and cannot be interrupted."

    "***"

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