Since the beginning of the economic restructuring in '92, laid-off workers have long ceased to be a new word, and a surging tide of layoffs has formed.

It is now ninety-seven years, which is a peak period in the wave of layoffs, and it is really normal for Su Guoxin to become one of the countless laid-off workers.

But Su Hang was very strange, because in the memory of his previous life, Su Guoxin had never encountered such a thing at all.

Could it be the butterfly effect?

Su Hang thought about it, walked to the incense burner placed in his home, and took out three incense sticks.

If it was Su Hang to arrange it, it would naturally be to choose to worship the Sanqing Patriarch.

It's a pity, this is obviously impossible, Su Ma invited back a Manjushri Bodhisattva, in the previous life, even if she moved twice later, she never changed it.

However, as long as you don't make too much of a taboo about things like gods, you don't pay much attention to them.

Su Hang held the three sticks of incense in the palm of his hand, folded his hands and was silent for a while before saying to Su Guoxin:

"Dad, come over here."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Su Hang's actions, Su Guoxin was a little confused:

"Xiaohang, why did you suddenly worship the Bodhisattva, are you helping me make a wish to the Bodhisattva?"

Speaking of this, even though he was a little depressed in his heart, Su Guoxin couldn't help but pat Su Hang's head with some relief:

"I finally didn't hurt your son in vain."

"Of course not."

Su Hang couldn't help but roll his eyes, he cared about his father well, but was he such a naïve person? Will only pray to God and worship Buddha?

"I'm here to take a hexagram and see what is behind your sudden layoff this time, Dad."

"Occupy a hexagram?"

Su Guoxin looked at his own cub with a funny face, and said strangely:

"Aren't other people divining using copper coins or word measurements? Burning incense, why haven't I heard of it? ”

Su Hang handed the lighter to Su Guoxin, motioned for him to help light the incense in his hand, and explained:

"This is called Xiangxin, and it is also a kind of divination, as for the copper hexagram and word measurement, your son has not studied much, and the result may not be able to guess where it goes."

Even if the time in the fantasy world is added, Su Hang's cultivation of Taoism is only three or five years.

In such a short period of time, no matter how talented Su Hang is, it will never be possible to do everything.

What's more, Su Hang is not a genius in the first place, but he has many advantages that ordinary people do not have, so he looks like a genius.

Being able to take care of refining weapons while learning talismans, and even taking time out to practice the magic power of sprinkling beans into soldiers, this is already very remarkable, and if you are distracted, you are really greedy and can't chew it.

Therefore, divination is regarded as Su Hang's weakness, and only Xiangxin can be used to handle it.

If Uncle Nine is here, I'm afraid he doesn't even need to start a hexagram, just take a look at Dad Su's face, and you can know a lot of things.

It's a pity that this little thing is not enough for Su Hang to deliberately trouble Uncle Jiu.

Seeing Su Hang's serious expression, Su's father was amused, but he did not refuse, and obediently helped Su Hang light the incense.

Su Hang set up the plum blossom fragrance array, turned his head again, looked at Su Guoxin and said:

"So, Dad, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?"

Su Channel:

"Three years ago, didn't I suddenly want to learn martial arts?"

Dad Su thought for a while, and then vaguely remembered this:

"It seems like there's such a thing."

In Su Guoxin's heart, it is really normal for a child of Su Hang's age to yearn for the legendary martial arts.

Of course, Su Hang did what he said, and he persisted for three years, rain or shine, and even came up with something like sword dance that made him feel breathtaking, which still surprised him very much.

Su Hang smiled:

"I actually didn't say one thing, the reason why I suddenly wanted to practice martial arts was that there was a master outside the world who found out that I had a strange skeleton and excellent qualifications, and I was a rare cultivator in a thousand years, so he accepted me as a disciple......

When Dad Su heard this, he touched Su Hang's forehead with a strange expression, and muttered:

"It's strange, I don't have a fever, why did I suddenly talk nonsense?"

Su Hang couldn't help it, and rolled his eyes again:

"Dad, I said I didn't talk nonsense, you'll find out soon."

The easiest way to do this is to punch it out.

Su Hang in the real world, although he is not as perverted as in the fantasy world, but he has also entered the transformation strength, coupled with the innate true qi, it is not difficult to break a wall.

However, this is Su Hang's own home, so it is naturally impossible to use such a violent proof method.

Su Hang thought about it, then came to the table where Su's father was sitting at the beginning, stretched out an index finger, and pointed it on the table.

Naturally, Su's father didn't know what kind of medicine his son was selling in his gourd, but soon, his eyes widened.

Because Su Hang's fingers swiped it, there were clear scratches on the wooden tabletop, although it was not deep, but it was at least half a centimeter.

Su Guoxin hurriedly grabbed Su Hang's hand, touched his fingers nervously, and found that Su Hang's fingers did not have any scars at all, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he quickly set his sights on the table.

Road!

Dad Su reached out and touched it, and found that this word was indeed not a realistic sticker, but after the wooden board of the table was really concave, he looked at Su Hang in disbelief:

"Son, what's going on? Are you new to learning magic? ”

said so, but Su Guoxin racked his brains, and he couldn't think of any magic tricks that could achieve such a magical effect.

"Dad, what magic do you think can do that?"

In Su Guoxin's shocked expression, Su Hang smiled and took out a pencil from his schoolbag, flicked it casually, and nailed it directly into the wall.

Buzz~~

Looking at the pencil that was half submerged in the wall and half was still trembling outside, Su Guoxin swallowed his saliva, walked over, and wasted a lot of strength before pulling the pencil out of the wall.

Syllable!

With a little force, the pencil in Su's hand broke into two, indicating that this was really just an ordinary pencil, not a magic weapon specially prepared by Su Hang.

Su Dad poked the wall with half a pencil again, but of course there was nothing to gain except to grind off some paint.

This time, even if Su Dad couldn't believe it, he understood that Su Hang's hand could not be done by magic.

After all, a magician is not a superman, no matter what magic trick is, it is just the use of various prepared props, plus some small tricks, to deceive people's vision in order to achieve a magical effect.

And now that there are no problems with the walls and pencils, it is clear that it is not just magic that can explain it.

At this moment, the matter of being laid off has long been left behind by Su's father, and the only thought in his heart is:

What should I do if my son suddenly becomes a martial arts master, wait online, it's very urgent.