Victory in the first battle.

Objectively speaking, there is an element of luck in this, but it also greatly increases my confidence.

Although I still haven't figured out what that black gas is, is it a legendary trick? And where does it end up being sucked in? Is it in my body or in the wooden sign in my chest?

I want to call the master to report it, and by the way, ask about the situation of this wooden sign. I bought this mobile phone before Master left, and it can be called a milestone for Motorola with a large amount of money and a side sliding cover.

Who knew that Master's mobile phone had been in a state of "not in the service area", and I didn't know where it had gone.

Sent away Brother Ma, the fat man slapped my sturdy little buttocks, and I instantly let out a few ecstatic screams, all kinds of inexplicable.

The fat man smiled all over his face, and said I thought you kid was a charlatan, but I didn't expect you to hide so deeply, and you really have a little ability, so easy to put away that dirty thing.

"That's a must! Master Ben ......, "I just wanted to say a few stinky words, but I got stuck.

That's not right! How would a fat man know it was dirty? Can he see it?!

You know, before last night, even I had always thought that Master's so-called practice was self-written and self-performed performance art, because I could only see him there and gesturing.

It wasn't until what I experienced last night that I realized that Master was true and that there really are unexplainable things in this world.

And the reason why I was able to see that black qi must have been caused by the opening of the heavenly eye that Master said.

The fat man is not a cultivator, naturally he can't have the eye of heaven, and in his opinion, what I did last night should be more like a "performance" to be reasonable, why would he say this?

Seeing that I looked suspicious, the fat man nodded, saying that he could indeed see. I didn't believe it, so the fat man became excited, and after a long explanation, he frothed.

I listened for a long time before I realized that the so-called ability of the fat man was not the same as what I saw.

When I first saw Ma Yubao lying on the bed, the fat man didn't see anything unusual at the center of his eyebrows, but didn't see it until I started to do it, and the black gas gradually became larger.

According to his description, the thing was like a pale black flame, hazy. In addition, he couldn't hear the girl's voice I heard, including the semi-circular protective cover formed by the agarwood.

Listening to what he meant, it looked like a copycat version of what I saw with my eyes, but just that shocked me a lot.

This guy has never learned the method of cultivation, could it be that he is the kind of natural "yin eye" in the legend?!

Master once told me in his spare time that this so-called yin eye is very rare, and simply put, it refers to a person who is born in a lunar year, a lunar month, a cloudy day.

To put it mildly, it's similar to the Sharingan in "Naruto".

Someone said that six people are born every second in this world, and there must be many people born in the lunar year, the lunar month, and the cloudy day, but in fact, it is not.

The so-called lunar year and lunar month are easy to say, but it is difficult to be cloudy and cloudy.

This yin moon and yin time are not the yin of yin and yang in a broad sense, but should be judged according to the difference of qimen, liuren, liunian, wangchen and gender.

The specific master could talk for hours, but I didn't understand it, and I didn't bother to listen, I only knew roughly what was going on.

It is said that this kind of person with yin eyes is an excellent seedling of cultivation, and for the cultivation industry, it can be regarded as a natural talent, and he can understand it at one point.

In fact, there are few such people, more precisely, few survivors.

Because since the beating came out of the mother's womb, you can see all kinds of ghosts and ghosts, and they have been living in fright, frail and sick, out-of-body, and young deaths abound, and few can live to adulthood.

So the yin eye is more similar to the concept of legend.

I have never heard of a fat man who is as fat as a pig, lively and obscene, and I have never heard of it! So decisively disbelief!

Hearing me say this, the fat man rarely showed a touch of shyness, explaining that don't look at his current body, he eats a lot of food, but when he was a child, he was really a weak and sickly thin monkey, with constant minor illnesses, and he had several surgeries alone.

Like me, he was born in the village, and when he was a child, his family conditions were not good, and he was a lone seedling, so his parents were always worried, and even his name was called the cheesy "Da Zhuang", just so that his son could have a good body.

Wish to wish, the fat man is still thin like a monkey, he has to support the wall when he walks, and a gust of wind can blow away.

Until he was five years old, he had a serious illness, and he couldn't even go out of the door, so he could only stay in his yard all day long in a daze and recuperate.

On this day, a fat monk in tattered clothes with a fat head and big ears came to the village, and after only one glance at the fat man, he was about to make a fuss about taking him as an apprentice.

The fat man is the only seedling in the family, and his health is not good, so his parents must be unwilling.

The fat monk laughed and said that you refused to let him be my apprentice, did you want to see him die of illness?

The fat man's parents were shocked by the monk's words, and immediately decided that this guy was a master, and cried and begged him to treat the child.

The fat monk was compassionate, but when he saw that the fat man's parents would never let their son leave home, he sighed "Time is also luck and fate", and the big hand slapped on the fat man's buttocks, and he actually made a bright red blood mark, and the fat man who was in pain fainted on the spot.

It's strange to say that since the day of the fight, the fat man's body has been getting better day by day.

Although they are not very tall, their bodies have been developing horizontally, and their family has a tradition of practicing martial arts.

I asked the fat man, did you often see these dirty things when you were a child?

The fat man shook his head, saying that he still remembered what happened before the age of five, and he usually went to the street, and occasionally saw someone with a thin black gas wrapped around him, but he was fat, and he was only dazzled.

In any case, the claim that fat people can see these things is true.

No wonder as soon as he heard that I had opened a store, this guy came to me in a hurry, which is faster than the rumors of deception, it turns out that there is such a story.

With the fat man's evidence, I am even more convinced that the black gas should be a little trick, yes. It seems that my heavenly eye is indeed as Master said, it is really open.

Seeing dirty stuff might be exciting for readers, but it's a very strange feeling for me. There is joy, but there is also a little fear, in short, it is very entangled.

As for the final destination of the little trick, the result of our discussion is more likely to be absorbed by my wooden card, because after all, the black gas finally burrowed into my chest.

The fat man looked at the wooden sign on my chest, swallowed with envy, and said that he wanted to touch it.

I remembered that Master had told him that this wooden sign should not be left on my body, so I had to let him touch it "slightly and fiercely".

As soon as the fat man touched it with his hand, he screamed like a pig, saying that this thing was electrified, and he was like touching the electric door.

I wondered if he was allowed to touch it again, but it was still the same. After a few times, the fat man was so uncomfortable with the electricity that he didn't want to try it.

It seems that the wooden plaque given by the master is very particular, as if it can not only suck dirty things, but also cannot be touched by others.

In order to better conduct business, I tossed around in front of the computer with the fat man for an afternoon and designed a promotional advertisement.

I first found a printing agency and printed 500 sheets, and then began to paste them on the streets and alleys, business buildings and residential areas around Wendong Road, as well as manhole covers and telephone poles.

In the city, unlike in the countryside, Chengguan is not a vegetarian.

This small advertisement, also known as "urban psoriasis", has always been the target of a vigorous crackdown, and if it is caught red-handed, fined and criticized for education, it is naturally indispensable.

The fat man and I were like thieves, wandering around the city with a broken backpack, as long as I found no one, I quickly took out the advertisement and pasted one, and ran away after sticking it, my heart beat so hard that I seemed to be a wandering murderer wanted by the whole country.

The doormen and security guards in these communities, the janitors, and the street aunts also seem to have fiery eyes, and from time to time they stare at us with the eyes of a kind of anti-evil organization, so that people can see through your internal organs at a glance, and they can only fight with them with difficulty.

After two days, I was so tired that I and the fat man were sore, weak and weak, and I couldn't make any money selling cabbage, but I had a rough heart to sell white phenols.

But to put it mildly, these 500 advertisements have finally been posted.