Song Ciwan finally resisted the urge to collect the golden cherry blossoms on the spot and sell them.

She held these single golden balls about the size of a chicken, and the "empty" characters diverged, and suddenly, the scene she saw through the air changed again.

The temple with curling green smoke disappeared, the snake girl was gone, time and space changed, Song Ciwan fixed his eyes again, but this time he saw a broken window.

The broken old windows, the mottled oil lamps, and the biting cold wind blew in through the tattered windows, blowing the already faint light of the oil lamps more and more fluctuating, as if they could be extinguished at any time.

There was also a table by the window, and in front of it sat a thin middle-aged man, holding a scroll, coughing and reading diligently.

"Ahem, ahem! Ahem, ahem! ”

His thin fingers flipped through the pages, turned the page and coughed three times, and after coughing several times, a rough and hoarse scolding voice suddenly came from outside the room: "Read and read, Yan Hanzhang, are you stupid in reading?" People are about to lose weight and run out of gas, and they still want to light the lamp and boil oil to read! I don't think you want to study, you want Lao Tzu's life! ”

Yan Hanzhang!

This is another name that once existed in Song Ciwan's memory.

Song Ciwan's memory is very good, and she basically won't forget people who have had specific contact.

It's just that there are too many passers-by in her life, and although she won't forget most of them, she won't deliberately remember them.

What is the difference between not remembering and forgetting?

Therefore, Song Ciwan never imagined that he would see Yan Hanzhang again one day.

Moreover, it was in such a wonderful scene to see Yan Hanzhang.

Speaking of which, this one also provided Song Ciwan with the first pot of gold in her life.

Although Yan Hanzhang was down-and-out at that time, he was not poor, after many investigations, Song Ciwan chose Yan Hanzhang as the target, and when he was most desperate and ready to commit suicide, he casually fabricated the identity of a nameless god for himself, and then saved him.

Then Song Ciwan provided him with a monosodium glutamate recipe in exchange for hundreds of taels of silver as an offering.

At the same time, Song Ciwan also got Yan Hanzhang's wish power at that time!

Therefore, strictly speaking, Yan Hanzhang is actually a believer of Song Ciwan.

It's just that Song Ciwan, a god, pursues the principle of both money and goods, and she only traded with Yan Hanzhang once, and never paid attention to him after that.

Later, Song Ciwan only vaguely heard that Yan Hanzhang was doing well with the MSG formula, but as for what happened to Yan Hanzhang later, Song Ciwan didn't know.

- After all, Bibo Lake has changed greatly, and Suyang City has suddenly become a city with no vitality.

No matter how rich and noble mortals are, they are just like a dream bubble after all, as long as the outside world is slightly disturbed and there is a change, their wealth and net worth will dissipate in an instant.

Ten years later, Yan Hanzhang turned out to be like this.

Yan Hanzhang held the book, still stubbornly sitting by the window, letting the voice outside scold, he just muttered in his mouth, and kept reciting the sage book in his hand.

"The sun and the moon are full, and the Chensu column is ......"

"The cold comes and the summer comes, the autumn harvest and the winter hide the ......"

"Why, the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon rotate in profit and loss, but I always only have losses, but no profits?"

"I have experienced the most hardships and difficulties in my life, and I have fallen to the lowest point, why can't I understand?"

"Spiritual light from the sky, spiritual light from the sky, and decades of hard work in the cold window, can it only be an empty thing after all?"

"Why? Why? ”

Yan Hanzhang first muttered, then shouted—he suppressed his voice and shouted in his throat.

"But I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!"

"If you don't practice boxing, you will be empty when you get old. If you are rich and do not learn martial arts, your net worth will be empty! I know, I know! I can't practice martial arts, I can't study, no matter how much money I earn, in the end it's all empty, nothing is mine, nothing! ”

"Woo......-woo-woo," he cried lowly.

"Divine Venerable, back then, you had mercy on your disciples, why was there only that one? What did the disciple do wrong? Please speak, you give advice, even if it's just to scold the disciple! ”

"Divine Venerable! What am I going to do? What should I do? ”

After crying bitterly, Yan Hanzhang suddenly slammed his forehead on the shabby table in front of him.

At the same time, the scales around Song Ciwan at this end of time and space appeared, and he suddenly received a strong and extremely powerful wish: [All things have spirits, they can be believed, and the wish power is five catties and six taels, which can be sold. 】

The surging power of desire is surging and endless.

[All things have spirits, they can be believed, and they can be sold with three catties and nine taels. 】

[All things have spirits, they can be believed, and the power of two catties and seven taels can be sold. 】

[All things have spirits, they can be believed, and they can be sold if they are willing to be a pound and eight taels. 】

……

Song Ciwan collected nearly ten groups of wish power one after another, and the wish power in the scales was so abundant that she was shocked by herself.

She really didn't expect that Yan Hanzhang would be so devout to the nameless god who had been shocking back then.

Such a rich wish made Song Ciwan's heart suddenly move slightly at this moment, and she seemed to have found a mouth.

So in this wonderful perspective, Song Ciwan stretched out his finger and suddenly missed a little in the air.

At this point, an ethereal voice rang in Yan Hanzhang's ears: "Idiot! ”

Simple words, ethereal and uncertain, do not know the direction of coming.

However, it contained an indescribable majesty and solemnity, which made Yan Hanzhang, who was crying bitterly, straighten up suddenly, and was so surprised that he was almost speechless.

He looked up, his eyes wide, and he only suspected that he had a problem with his ears, or that he was thinking so much that he was hallucinating.

But at this moment, the majestic and ethereal voice sounded again: "Idiot, since you understand, if you don't practice boxing, you will be empty when you get old." If you are rich and do not learn martial arts, your net worth will be empty! In this way, we should deeply understand the principle of empty words. ”

"Why do you say it countless times, but you can't understand it?"

Yan Hanzhang: ......

Yan Hanzhang lost his voice for a while before finally finding his voice.

He was so surprised and delighted that all the emotions in his mind rushed together, and for a moment, he had no ability to think, only instinctively replied: "Divine Venerable, Divine Venerable, but you are here again?" Are you finally willing to look down on your disciples? ”

After this sentence blurted out, Yan Hanzhang realized that not only did he not answer the question of the Divine Venerable just now, but he also asked the Divine Venerable.

He hurriedly said: "Divine Venerable, disciple, disciple is dull, his understanding is too poor, he really can't, please have mercy on Divine Venerable!" ”

In the void, the majestic voice was a sigh.

"Idiot, you keep saying that you only ask God for mercy, don't you know that asking God not for yourself is also a void!"

"Back then, I didn't save you, but hurt you?"