With doubts, he followed Uncle Han to the study.

I saw Uncle Han laying out the paper, grinding the ink, holding a green pen, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Paper is ordinary paper, ink is ordinary ink, and pen is ordinary pen, but the person holding the pen is very human!

Suddenly, his eyes opened, his pen was sharp, and he swayed wantonly, Ning Xin had an illusion at this moment, what he held in Uncle Han's hands was not a featureless Qinghao pen, but a sharp sword that reached the heavens and the earth!

In a trance, Ning Xin saw a peerless swordsman wielding a sword, and he was immediately dizzy.

Suddenly, a shocking sound woke up Ning Xin, but it was the sound of Uncle Han finishing painting and putting down the brush.

At this time, Ning Xin couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, thinking back to just now, he had fallen into an illusion, if Uncle Han was an enemy, he was afraid that he would not be able to protect his head at this time!

Although it is said that he has an immortal body and can heal quickly from any injury, if he doesn't even have a head, can he still live?

Ning Xin didn't know, and he didn't dare to try.

"Uncle Han, you ······"

Originally, he guessed that Uncle Han was not an ordinary person, but now he is even more convinced, but he doesn't know why a master like Uncle Han lived in seclusion in Hanjia Village, and why he suddenly came to Xin'an City thousands of miles away?

Han Daquan waved his hand and said, "There are some things you just need to know in your heart, don't say it, and don't say it to others." ”

Ning Xin suddenly stopped and said no more.

Since Uncle Han showed his skills in front of him, he believed him, and he naturally would not disappoint Uncle Han.

"Come and see. ”

Uncle Han pointed to the picture on the table and gestured to Ning Xin.

Ning Xin looked at it, directly on a piece of white paper, the ink was like a dragon, and there was a ball of autumn dance.

Although it is only black and white, it depicts autumn, wind, and falling leaves.

As soon as his heart tightened, a touch of gloom surged into his heart, which made Ning Xin feel sad, and then Ning Xin sensed that something was wrong, bit the tip of his tongue, and sobered up.

His eyes moved away from the autumn wind and falling leaves, and he didn't dare to look directly at it anymore.

"Uncle Han, this painting ······"

Han Daquan laughed and said, "It's just a small road." ”

Although Uncle Han said this, in Ning Xin, he saw that this was just his humility.

The current Ning Xin is not Ning Xin, who just came to this world and knows nothing, to be able to paint calligraphy and painting with such an artistic conception, his strength must be above the fourth order!

The small first-order tiger demon that Ning Xin encountered at the beginning was so difficult, and there was no need to say much about the strength of the fourth-order.

After thinking about Uncle Han's actions before, he bought Moxiang Academy, and now he has painted this painting, and his intention is already obvious.

"Uncle Han, do you want to sell this kind of calligraphy and painting in Moxiang Bookstore?"

Han Daquan didn't deny it, nodded, and said, "That's right." ”

Calligraphy and painting with artistic conception are hard to find, not only because at least a master of the fourth order of strength can be painted, but more importantly, this kind of calligraphy and painting can hone people's soul will, if you are lucky, you can understand and master the artistic conception of it, and the strength is not a problem.

Since Uncle Han already had a plan, Ning Xin would naturally try his best to help him.

"Although this painting is good, I don't know how long Uncle Han can make a calligraphy and painting with artistic conception?"

Han Daquan had a smile on his face, "One a year." ”

"One a year?"

Ning Xin thought about it, if this is the case, then it is impossible to sell artistic conception calligraphy and painting in Moxiang Book House, it is really too little.

However, it can be used as a gimmick to stir up the reputation of the Moxiang Book House and drive the sales of other ordinary pen, ink, paper and inkstones.

As soon as he told Uncle Han about this idea, Han Daquan immediately nodded and praised.

He has strength and wisdom, but he is not equal to business acumen, and he really can't do business.

"But ······"

Suddenly, Han Da was embarrassed.

Seeing that Uncle Han wanted to speak and stopped, Ning Xin couldn't help but wonder what it was that made Uncle Han, a mysterious master, feel embarrassed.

"Uncle Han, if you have anything to say, you can say it directly. ”

Han Daquan didn't want to hide it from Ning Xin, or rather, this time he called Ning Xin over just to let Ning Xin help him find a way.

"Ning Xin, to tell you the truth, I must earn three thousand taels of silver within a year, no, within eleven months!"

"What?"

Three thousand taels of silver!?

What is the concept of three thousand taels of silver?

A person eats and drinks enough three meals a day, and the most thrifty is ten copper coins, and three thousand taels of silver is three million copper coins, if it is compared with the previous life, it is at least equivalent to six million yuan, and if you want to earn enough six million yuan in a year, and you are still self-made, it is simply wishful thinking!

Ning Xin spent a lot of time with Uncle Han, knowing that he was not a greedy person, and the Han family did not have any foreign debts now, he was very curious about what caused Uncle Han to need to earn three thousand taels in a year!

"Uncle Han, can you tell me why you want to earn three thousand taels in a year?"

Since Ning Xin was called, Han Daquan had already confessed to him.

Whether it was Ning Xin's previous rescue of Xiaolu'er with his life, or the relationship between him for more than a month, Han Daquan believed that Ning Xin was a credible person.

"To tell you the truth, the power of the bloodline in Xiaolu'er's body has awakened inexplicably, if it is not suppressed within eleven months, Xiaolu'er may be in danger of his life. ”

Ning Xin was stunned, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

Why is Xiaolu'er so troubled, first she was almost killed by the tiger demon, then she got the disease of leaving her soul, and now she is about to face the catastrophe of life and death because of her own bloodline, how can this not be distressing?

"Uncle Han, can you elaborate?"

Han Daquan was silent for a while, and then said: "There are some things that I can't tell you, but I will definitely tell you what I can tell you." ”

Ning Xin nodded heavily, he understood all these things, after all, Uncle Han, who was a master above the fourth order, would actually live in seclusion in the small village of Hanjia Village, if there was no secret in it, he would not believe it at all.

But the reason why secrecy is secrecy is that there are very few people who know about it, and it is natural not to tell Ning Xin.

And Ning Xin is not interested in this so-called secrecy.

"More than a month ago, that is, before we left Hanjia Village, Ni'er, that is, your aunt, found that a green gourd suddenly grew on the top of Xiaolu'er's head, and at the same time, the bloodline on Xiaolu'er's body was also activated. Although the green gourd fell off later, the power of the bloodline on the deer's body was hidden again, but this is all temporary, after a year, the power of the bloodline will explode again, if it is not handled properly, with the fragile body of the fawn, it is very likely to die!"

At first, he thought that Xiaolu'er did not awaken the power of the bloodline, but was only left with a flame attribute power seed, but later he found out that he was very wrong, so he came to this Xin'an City thousands of miles away, so he spent such a price to buy the Moxiang Book House, just to earn three thousand taels of silver!

With this money, he was able to buy materials, and with all kinds of rare materials, Xiaoluer had a chance to survive!