"Xiaofeng, do you have time tomorrow?"

Zhao Wenlin asked Qin Feng a little flatteringly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Have time, Uncle Zhao, what?" Qin Feng thought for a while, tomorrow Monday, there are no important courses, only two elective courses, it doesn't matter if you go or not.

"Xiao Zheng told me about you, there is a charity auction in Beijing tomorrow, or Xiaofeng, you can go with me to have a look. Zhao Wenlin spoke.

"Okay, Uncle Zhao, I have time tomorrow. "Qin Feng should take it down.

The reason why he was so high-profile a while ago was to attract the attention of someone, who belonged to the upper circle in Beijing.

In my previous life, I didn't know each other until I entered this circle.

This time, with such an opportunity, of course Qin Feng would not give up.

Although it is not necessarily necessary to meet that person.

But Qin Feng understood that in general, such a charity auction was the easiest to attract the attention of Feng Shui monks.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the things that appear in the charity auction may be just antiques, but in the eyes of monks, they are likely to be magic weapons, or even magic weapons.

"Okay, Xiaofeng, I'll pick you up from school tomorrow. Zhao Wenlin said briskly.

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Coming out of the community, Qin Feng went back directly alone.

Declined Zhao Wenlin's invitation to lunch.

Because Qin Feng still has something to do.

I will go to the charity gala with Zhao Wenlin tomorrow night, naturally, I need to go back and prepare.

After Qin Feng came out, he didn't stop a taxi, but walked for a walk.

I'm going to find a place to grab a bite to eat first.

It's lunch time.

This is a high-end community, and there are no restaurants or anything like that around, let alone any commercial streets, hotels and the like.

After walking for nearly twenty minutes, I found a small restaurant.

Simply ate something.

Qin Feng walked out of the hotel and prepared to go back to school.

However, just as he walked out of the door of the hotel, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes were attracted by a person on the street.

In the distance to the right of the entrance of the hotel, there was a beggar, and it was this beggar who attracted Qin Feng's attention.

The beggar's clothes were very tattered, and there happened to be a garbage can there.

The beggar was rummaging through the garbage can.

"Doom!"

Qin Feng squinted, looked at this beggar, and muttered.

That's right, Qin Feng felt a very special aura fluctuation on this beggar.

This special aura fluctuation did not belong to the monk, but to the doom person mentioned last time.

At the beginning, Shang Chengjun helped this beggar because of pity and kindness in his heart, but he provoked that incident, which caused a bloody disaster.

"The Doom Man is still in the capital city, who led him to the capital city?" Qin Feng wondered in his heart.

The Doom Man himself is unable to detect his own anomaly, but because of the fate of the moment, he will subconsciously avoid the Feng Shui Flourishing Land, which is the thousand-year-old city.

For example, Beijing, Nanjing, Xi'an and other ancient cities.

This is the self-protection of the qi of doom, in the thousand-year-old city, most of them have dragon veins, and the dragon veins are the only ones that can restrain the qi of doom.

Qin Feng did not leave, but stayed here, observing the beggar.

He was very curious about who this bad luck person had brought to Beijing.

Qin Feng knew that Bad Luck had stayed in Beijing for so long, and there must be someone behind it.

Because of the restraint of the dragon vein, the Doom people will subconsciously dislike the Millennium Ancient City, and if there is no one behind them to guide them, the Doom People will leave the Millennium Ancient City by themselves.

Therefore, Qin Feng planned to observe it secretly.

After finding a drink shop, Qin Feng sat by the window and watched the bad luck man.

The beggar rummaged through the trash can for a while, found something to eat, and sat on the side of the street to eat, looking very leisurely, basking in the lazy sun, very leisurely.

The beggar was about thirty years old, with a very ordinary face, messy hair, a pair of eyes that asked for nothing, eating a few turned out buns, and a satisfied expression.

When he had eaten his fill, the beggar found a corner by the roadside, took out two newspapers from his bosom, and lay on the ground, squinting and basking in the sun.

Qin Feng also sat in the beverage shop and sat all the time.

He was very patient, and he didn't feel anxious because the beggar didn't move, because of the observation just now, Qin Feng unexpectedly discovered another reason for this beggar, on the beggar's body, Qin Feng felt a trace of very weak aura fluctuations.

The people of bad luck did not feel disgusted with the capital city, nine times out of ten, there were monks who cast spells on him, and he was also lucky, the effect of this spell was already very weak, if he was lucky, then most likely it would be today, and there would be monks who would continue to cast spells.

Time passed slowly, and two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

The sun was also a little westerly, and there was a slight cold wind on the street.

The beggar seemed to sense the cold, and got up from the ground, ready to find a bridge or shelter from the wind.

Qin Feng also stood up, walked out of the beverage store, and followed.

I followed the beggar for some distance, and the beggar seemed to be familiar with this area.

Found a street alley and inside one was a good haven.

The beggar went in, laid out the newspaper, and went to sleep.

And Qin Feng was next to the newspaper stop on the opposite road, spent a dollar, bought a newspaper casually, and read the newspaper here.

The fluctuation of the monk on the beggar's body is already very weak, and his guess is not wrong, and the effect of the spell should be about to disappear.

Then, it will definitely be during this time, there will be monks who will come to continue casting spells.

The other party must have a plan to keep the bad luck people in Beijing all the time.

Sure enough, after waiting for another two hours, it was close to five o'clock in the afternoon by this time.

The flow of people after work has gradually increased.

An ordinary-looking person, pushing a bicycle, passed through this small alley, and immediately attracted Qin Feng's attention.

"A monk in the late stage realm of Qi contemplation!"

Qin Feng squinted his eyes and waited for an afternoon, finally waiting for the person he was waiting for.

The monk, dressed in a tunic and seemingly having something wrong with his bicycle, parked his bicycle and crouched down, as if fiddling with the chain of his bicycle.

At the moment of crouching and fiddling, a faint sigil pinched out and cast it towards the Doom Man.

The whole process was very hidden, and after all this, the monk stood up, then pushed his bicycle and continued to leave, as if he had never made such a small gesture at all.

Qin Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth and put down the newspaper.

"It's you, I want to see who is behind this to guide the doom. ”

Qin Feng's curiosity was infinitely magnified, and he followed behind this monk.

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PS: Update in advance, I'm going to the hospital later, grandma has entered the intensive prison cell, I hope everything is well!