When Chen Fan found the old beggar man in the alley, he was extremely shocked, because, since he practiced the Qi Channeling Technique, in the past ten years, he not only has insight beyond ordinary people in terms of vision, but also far beyond ordinary people in terms of physical senses and sensitivity to things around him, but just now, he was surprised to find that this old beggar man seemed to have not existed before.

This statement may not be accurate enough, but Chen Fan did feel that the old beggar man had just blended in with the surrounding environment, so much so that he only found the other party when he walked to a distance of less than five meters from the old beggar man.

The sky was still raining, and the old man's hair was still wet, but Chen Fan keenly caught that the inside of his clothes was dry.

Just as Chen Fan was about to say hello, the old beggar man was the first to speak, he opened his chapped purple lips, and said to Chen Fan in a hoarse voice: "Do you believe in fate?"

Do you believe in fate?

These five words echoed in Chen Fan's mind for a moment, like a big bell buckled on his head, repeatedly stirring in his mind, making his brain swell and ache.

"No...... I only believe in myself. ”

Chen Fan replied subconsciously.

As his words spoke, the voices echoing in his head disappeared.

The old beggar man in front of Chen Fan, his cloudy gaze turned deep, he put down the bowl in his hand, and knocked on the opposite corner with yellow bamboo, "Sit down, young man." ”

With many doubts and shocks, Chen Fan sat calmly opposite the old beggar man.

At this time, the beggar old man picked up the yellow bamboo in his hand, let the drizzle float on it, glanced at Chen Fan who was sitting in the corner of the wall, and said: "People in the world have many karmic obstacles, they can only see the appearance, when it rains, things will be soaked, and people will subconsciously play umbrellas, but ah, children, in fact, in many places, you don't need to use umbrellas, the rain will not be soaked, just like the corner you sit on, the rain is on the wall, the reason why this is happens, is because the rain in the sky is blown crooked by the wind." ”

Chen Fan subconsciously touched the place where he was sitting, and sure enough, as the old beggar said, where he was sitting, the ground was dry, and the sky above it was not obstructed, so Chen Fan believed that the old man was not a madman, nor was he a down-and-out marching poet in the south of the Yangtze River, so he was listening.

"I have been begging in this place for many years, and I have seen the rich man who threw me a few large bills, and the good man who threw a coin in my bowl in the past, but they forgot that all I wanted was a bowl of rice to fill my stomach, and my child, I can invite someone to eat five meals, but I know that I owe you something. ”

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Old man, don't take it to heart......"

The old beggar man suddenly laughed, and his voice came out of his throat, roaring and hissing, a little terrifying, making people feel sour.

"The world crosses me, I cross the world, I Zhang Banxian, never owe everyone favors," the beggar old man stood up, grabbed the upper part of the yellow bamboo with his thin hand, snapped, and cut off a thumb-length yellow bamboo from the bamboo joint, and stuffed it into Chen Fan's hand.

By the time Chen Fan came to his senses, the old beggar had disappeared.

Chen Fan chased out of the alley like crazy, but found nothing.

He stopped and looked at a section of yellow bamboo in his hand, only to see that the surface of the yellow bamboo was rubbed extremely smooth, and the two sections of the bamboo knot were broken, forming a natural seal.

Who is the old man? He has such magical powers.

All this, is it a coincidence?

Chen Fan's surprise didn't stop there, he found that the yellow bamboo held in the palm of his hand had strange lines on the surface, moving in circles and circles, although it was very slow, but Chen Fan was sure that he was not mistaken!

"What the hell is this?"

Chen Fan's eyes were blank and fell into deep thought, he didn't notice that when the bamboo knot in his hand moved, there was something wriggling like cinnabar in his palm, which was sucked into it by the bamboo knot!

Almost at the same time, somewhere, a terrible voice suddenly sounded, and a woman covered in black veils slapped a deep palm print on a tree, "Impossible, the red sand Gu I have cultivated for decades will be erased by someone!"

After the black gauze woman screamed, a girl in a strange costume, accompanied by several old people with lamb bone crutches, appeared beside the woman, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Xiang'er...... Your chastity...... Who's it for?"

Chen Fan thought for a while, and finally remembered that when Saihuatuo talked about Wanlin herbs, he mentioned a kind of bamboo called thunder bamboo, which is said to only grow in peak and dangerous places, and grows by absorbing the power of thunder and lightning.

Chen Fan used to think that it was Sai Huatuo's nonsense after drinking, but now, he believes in Sai Huatuo's words a little.

"Well, the people I've met recently are a little weird. ”

Chen Fan shook his head and looked down at the bamboo in his hand, but what surprised him was that the bamboo joints of the streamer wings just now were completely devoid of spirituality at this time, and they were shattered by his gentle grip.

"I think too much. ”

Chen Fan lost the bamboo, smiled, drove the crowd and shuttled vehicles, he felt that all this was real, the old beggar named Zhang Banxian was really the thinking of Amway people.

Chen Fan took a taxi, planning to go to Su Yue's house, and took the initiative to meet Su Qianqian, thinking of Su Qianqian's beautiful face, Chen Fan's heart suddenly became a little itchy.

......

In the office, Su Qianqian was wearing a white suit, lying lazily on the balcony by the window of the office, her slender hand was holding a pen, and a pair of smart eyes were staring at the drizzle outside the window.

Next to her fragrant shoulder is a convenient filing table for documents, on which stacks of papers are neatly arranged. Next to the file, there is a lunch box, and the dishes and rice in the lunch box are already cold.

The knock on the door interrupted Su Qianqian, who was taking a nap, she rubbed her forehead, got up and threw the unfinished meal on the table into the trash, took a look, and covered up the unfinished meal with a piece of unused waste paper.

"If that guy Chen Fan sees it, he will definitely blame me for wasting food, right?"

Su Qianqian whispered softly, and suddenly a shallow smile appeared on her originally tired face, and two dimples appeared, and she stared at the forest of buildings outside the window, and sighed inexplicably.

"In this weather, that guy must be sleeping in......"

After Su Qianqian muttered, he stepped on his high heels and opened the door of the office.