Buying fake goods can be devastating to some people, but it can be an opportunity for others to make a fortune.
The differences between people are sometimes even greater than those between people and dogs. Much greater.
Everyone's attention is on Liu Niu'er, brother and sister, and Lao Canghu.
There is envy and there is happiness in misfortune.
There is jealousy and hatred, and even sympathy.
Only, no one noticed that Chen Yang had been wiping his hand quickly.
suddenly,
A meal!
"found it!"
Chen Yang's eyes suddenly deepened and he took out the book.
It was an inconspicuous book, as if it was made of the skin of some animal, with "Old Can's Pursuit of Immortality" written on it.
There are not only 10,000 but also 8,000 similar books in Lao Canghu's book store.
In this world, the search for immortals and Taoism has never stopped.
Most of them were buried in the bellies of wild beasts, and some died under the blades of thieves.
But there are also those who are very lucky, and they have managed to embark on the path of spiritual practice through something with only scales and half claws.
Those people, for the rest of their lives, are in a state of tranquility.
Even if they touch an edge, a stronger wild dog can eat them alive.
There are actually many, many, many such casual cultivators.
They spent their whole lives searching for immortals, their families were broken up, and they were alone. In the end, just like the title of the book, they were old, disabled, sick and dying, but they were unwilling to let go of what they had been pursuing all their lives, and they were buried together with them in the belly of a wild dog.
As a result, they used their last possessions to painstakingly record books of so-called inheritances, so-called travel notes, and so-called opportunities, and then spread them out.
What I pursue is nothing more than to leave some traces of myself in the human world and the world of immortality through this method.
Say:
I've been here!
Chen Yang took a quick look around and saw countless similar things in Lao Canghu's book store, but this one was an exception.
The moment he stretched out his hand to wipe it, the wisp of breath originating from the reincarnation disk of the heavens trembled and dispersed.
The breath blended into the book, making it appear more ordinary and ordinary, like the kind of useless book lying at the foot of the table.
Chen Yang held it in his hand and walked towards Old Canghu. Along the way, he randomly picked out a book from each summer vacation.
In those books, there are travel notes like Lao Can’s Journey to Immortality, as well as martial arts magic transformation secrets like those bought by Liu Niuer’s sister in red, and even more, there are a hundred ways to use elixirs.
introductory stuff.
All of this shows that the person who comes to buy books in front of me is a new cultivator of immortality. Generally speaking, he can kill as long as he can, and there will be no trouble after killing him.
At least that's what Old Canghu thought when he saw Chen Yang walking up to him, spreading out the books, and shouting "I want these."
Lao Canghu really wants to sell some more deceptive things. With his eloquent words, there is no problem in deceiving such a fledgling person.
However, as soon as this thought came out, he thought of Liu Niu'er and his sister in red, and his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys twitched together, and it hurt.
"Two hundred gold!~"
Old Canghu was not in the mood to cheat anymore, but he was not merciless when it came to killing him.
Chen Yang slapped down a golden ticket: "One hundred gold, not one more point."
Old Canghu was just about to try again, but when he looked up and saw the mark of the Red Mansion on the golden ticket, the shadow of Hong Gu appeared in his mind, and all thoughts suddenly faded away.
He didn't even bother to test whether this young man was related to Hong Gu. What if he was some kind of nephew?
"One hundred gold is one hundred gold."
"Just make a friend."
Old Canghu muttered and put away the money.
Chen Yang packed up all the books, turned around and left.
Only a sigh in his heart could truly express his mood at the moment: