Ming Yonghua gave Cheng Ming a deep sigh and said: "This friend, I know that Tianhemu is indeed very rare, and my requirements are indeed a little difficult for strong people, but Tianhemu is indeed very important to me, please be accommodating, I don't want much, only one-third is enough." ”

Cheng Ming was slightly stunned, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ming, I have to tell you that this is not what you think Tianhemu is at all." ”

Crane wood is also a precious medicinal material, and legend has it that cranes like to inhabit it the most, so it is also called crane wood.

This herb is used in many healing and longevity remedies, but because it must live in the deep mountains and old forests, and it takes too long to mature, it is very easy to be eaten by insects, so it is extremely rare, and most people have never even heard of its name.

However, although the Tianhe Wood is precious, the elixir made can only be used by people below the foundation at best, and it is not even a spiritual object strictly calculated, and it cannot be compared with the Lock Spirit Wood at all.

Ming Yonghua said with a shocked face: "What! This is not Tianhemu, but obviously no matter the color, weight and texture, it is the same as the description in the book!"

Cheng Ming suddenly, it can be seen from these words that Ming Yonghua should not have seen the real Tianhemu, no wonder he was wrong.

So, he explained: "Although this wood is similar to the crane wood, but in fact there are still differences, first of all, the texture is different, if you look at it with a magnifying glass, you can see that every distance along the grain, there will be a faint cloud pattern, but the crane wood has no such texture at all." ”

As he spoke, Cheng Ming took out a magnifying glass for Ming Yonghua to watch by himself, and to Ming Yonghua's surprise, the result was indeed the same as what Cheng Ming said, which made him embarrassed and very curious, what kind of wood is this, and why does Cheng Ming attach so much importance to it.

Although the result may indeed be as Cheng Ming said, this is not Tianhemu, but for the sake of insurance, Ming Yonghua still called to confirm, and finally learned from the grandfather who had seen Tianhemu that this was indeed not Tianhemu, but he didn't know what kind of wood it was.

Even his grandfather, who has a deep study of botany, didn't know what kind of wood it was, which made Ming Yonghua even more curious, and after he hung up the phone, he couldn't help but ask: "This friend, take the liberty of asking, what kind of wood is this?"

Cheng Ming smiled slightly, and did not answer this question, he said in his heart, even Tianhemu Ming Yonghua was already so excited, if he knew that this was a more precious lock spirit wood than Tianhemu, then he would not be able to follow him in vain, he didn't want to get into such trouble.

Seeing that Cheng Ming was unwilling to tell himself, Ming Yonghua was very sorry in his heart, but he didn't force it, so he politely said goodbye to everyone.

On the way back, Ming Yonghua received a phone call saying that his grandfather wanted to see him, so he hurriedly asked the driver to change direction.

The car was parked in front of a small farmhouse that looked quite ordinary, and it must be difficult for those who don't know to imagine that Ming Zhengcheng, who is known as the holy hand of traditional Chinese medicine and makes Ningqin Pharmaceutical bigger and stronger, will actually live in this place.

When he followed the housekeeper to the backyard, he saw an old man with crane hair and a childish face, dressed in simple clothes, hoeing weeds, which was no less than that of a young man. If outsiders know, they will probably be surprised, because Ming Zhengcheng has passed his 100th birthday last year, and the centenarian can still do this, I have to say that he has a good way to maintain his health.

Ming Yonghua was used to this, he was familiar with his grandfather's temper, he stood quietly aside, and waited until Ming Zhengcheng put away the little hoe before he stepped forward and greeted respectfully.

The old man put the tools away and washed his hands, then took his grandson to the study together, then took out an ancient book with yellowed paper, carefully turned a few pages, pointed to the pattern on it and said, "Yonghua, did you see this pattern before?"

Ming Yonghua nodded immediately, and said with some surprise: "This kind of wood is called Lock Spirit Wood, what are the medicinal properties?"

Ming Zhengcheng stroked his beard, and his face looked a little excited: "Using this medicinal material as an excipient, as long as you add a little, you can lock the medicinal properties of the medicine and keep it for a long time." ”

"No, there is actually this kind of medicinal material!" Ming Yonghua was very surprised, and then he also became excited: "If that's the case, won't our Qingyang Pill be preserved for a longer time?"

Qingyang Pill is a kind of healing pill handed down by the ancestors of the Ming family, and its medicinal effect is particularly outstanding, although it is not as good as the Nine Turning Soul Pill, but it is almost the same, and it is quite famous in the rivers and lakes. It can be said that Ming Zhengcheng was able to make Qinning Pharmaceutical bigger and stronger, and it was not unrelated to Qingyang Dan.

However, the efficacy of the pill is good, which means that the medicinal materials used are also top-notch, and many of them require a lot of effort to find. Calculated down, the cost of just one Qingyang Pill will be millions.

It's just that all medicines will have a problem of loss of medicinal properties, even in the cultivation realm, with countless means, and the addition of medicinal materials such as lock spirit wood, this problem cannot be avoided, not to mention the Ming family, who even knows very little about the inner world?

And it's not just the Ming family, this problem is also a big problem in the inner world, if the news of Cheng Ming's possession of the lock spirit wood spreads, it is estimated that he will be swallowed alive by life.

Generally speaking, the Ming family's Qingyang Pill can be stored for five years, but in the third year, the medicinal properties will begin to lose rapidly, which is also a problem that buyers are very criticized, of course, other pills are similar, so the problem is not very big.

However, if you can increase the preservation time for one or two years, or even more than ten years, it can not only save the preservation cost of the Ming family, but also enhance the reputation of Qingyang Dan, increase sales, etc., which can be said to have many benefits.

Thinking that the lock spirit wood was likely to be an opportunity for the Ming family to grow again, Ming Yonghua couldn't help it anymore, and hurriedly said: "Grandpa, then I'll go now, no matter what, I will bring the lock spirit wood back." ”

"Wait!" Ming Zhengcheng stopped him: "Since that young man also knows Suo Lingmu, do you think he will sell you something?

A hint of fierceness flashed in Ming Yonghua's eyes, since the interests of the family were already involved, if Cheng Ming didn't agree anyway, then don't blame him for being polite.

Regarding Ming Yonghua's reaction, Ming Zhengcheng didn't find it strange, in the final analysis, this world is still the law of the jungle, the husband is not guilty, and the sentence "guilt" is not just talking.

At this time, Ming Zhengcheng pointed to the ancient book he had just read and said, "Yonghua, do you know who gave this ancient book to our Ming family?"

Ming Yonghua shook his head and said he didn't know, so Ming Zhengcheng replied directly: "A very powerful warlock, can you understand what I mean by this?"

Ming Yonghua thought for a moment and then understood: "You mean that that young man is likely to be a warlock?"

Ming Zhengcheng nodded and said: "This matter has to be prevented, otherwise, it may not only be an opportunity for our Ming family, but also a disaster!"

As mentioned earlier, the warlocks in this world are very mysterious, and not many people know about them, but they are famous for protecting their shorts, often provoking the small ones and the old ones, and they will also call friends, so if it is not a last resort, many people are not willing to form a mortal enmity with the warlocks.

Knowing that Cheng Ming was likely to be a warlock, Ming Yonghua also knew that there was no room for sloppiness in this matter, so he nodded heavily: "Grandpa, I will definitely investigate this matter, you can rest assured." ”

"Well, then you can go......"

............

The words were divided into two ends, and after Ming Yonghua left, Wang Zhimao and the others all looked at the wooden box, and their curiosity was overflowing.

Cheng Ming said with a smile: "Don't ask, I won't tell you, and it's no good for you to know." ”

Seeing that Cheng Ming really didn't want to say more, everyone didn't ask about it, and just like a crime, knowing a secret that he shouldn't know would also bring disaster to himself.

In fact, Cheng Ming's heart does not attach much importance to the lock spirit wood, after all, in the cultivation world, the lock spirit wood can only be classified as a treasure at most, and there are many spiritual objects that play the same role as it, and the more valuable ones are not known to the mortal man, but because the lock spirit wood is widely used, it will be known to everyone.

But what Cheng Ming didn't expect was that today's incident fulfilled his previous reminder to himself, what was not good in his eyes was priceless in the eyes of others. Fortunately, Ming Yonghua did not publicize this matter because of his own needs, otherwise, it would not be long before he would have to become an outlaw.

Next, in order to avoid Tian Dazhuang being stimulated again, Cheng Ming did not take out the things he bought before to sell, and after chatting with Wang Zhimao for a while, he was ready to get up and say goodbye to Tian Dazhuang.

At this time, Wang Zhimao opened his mouth and asked, "Brother Cheng, do you have time on the twentieth of this month?"

Cheng Ming scratched his head: "Brother Wang, the twentieth is the last day of the high school entrance examination, I definitely don't have time." ”

Wang Zhimao was stunned and said with a smile: "I almost forgot that you are still a junior high school student, and you are older than me." ”

"Where, in his forties, he is still a young man. Cheng Ming smiled, said a few compliments, and said, "If it's okay, we'll go back first." ”

"What's the hurry, I haven't finished my sentence yet. Wang Zhimao smiled: "Since you don't have time on the 20th, it doesn't matter if I resign for a day." ”

Cheng Ming nodded and said, "It's no problem when the time comes, but you have to tell me what the hell is going on, right?"

Wang Zhimao replied: "Didn't you tell me last time that you hadn't taken out the old house? This time, I just had the opportunity, I know a Tibetan friend, and he has a distant uncle who wants to settle abroad because of his son, and the old things left in the family before have to be disposed of. How's that, are you interested?"

Cheng Ming didn't think much about it, so he agreed, and then asked, "But if you postpone it for a day, you won't be given the first time by others, right?"

"Of course there will be no problem with me saying so, you just wait for me to contact you. ”

"Okay, thank you, Brother Wang......"