Fox Road Travel Notes

Kuan'er screamed, snatched the banknote back with his hands, smoothed it and put it back in his bag.

But he took out a piece of white paper from Wang Heming's bookcase and handed it to Chen Zican with a flattering smile.

"Master, use this..."

Chen Zican was so surprised by her that his head was covered with black lines.

He reached out and took it: "One more."

"what?"

Guan'er scratched his head, took out another one and handed it to him.

"Alright!"

Chen Zican overlapped the two papers and showed them to Kou'er. They looked like one.

Kou'er opened his eyes wide and watched him slowly folding it in half without blinking.

When he turned it over again, he had already used incredibly fast techniques, using angle changes and a little shielding from his palms to pull out the one sandwiched in the middle and stack it with the one in front.

From the front, it is still a piece of paper.

Kou'er's mouth opened wide as he watched Chen Zican tear off half of the paper along the crease.

There are two half sheets and one whole sheet of paper folded in half.

The half-sheet is in front, and the whole sheet is folded in half at the back.

From the front, you can't see it at all.

Then, fold it in half again and pull it out again.

The more the paper is torn, the smaller it becomes, and the technique becomes more and more difficult to find flaws.

Until it is torn into half a hand-sized piece of paper, the shredded paper is still in the front, and the whole folded paper is in the back...

Finally, he clapped his hands and slowly opened it, and a complete white paper slowly unfolded...

Kou'er jumped up and almost hit the roof of the car: "You, you——"

"This is a trick and a lie..."

Chen Zican smiled bitterly: "Master, where did I get the magic? If I'm not lying, I would have been hacked to death!"

Kou'er pouted and stretched out his little hand: "Where's the shredded paper?"

Chen Zican took out a stack of papers from his sleeve and gave it to her.

Kuan'er spread them out and looked at them for a long time, tears falling down.

Chen Zican quickly helped her wipe it: "Oh, I said you are such a little picky, tearing a piece of paper, do you feel so distressed?"

"Don't forget, this piece of paper still belongs to Brother Wang. Why are you crying..."

Kuan'er pushed his hand away bitterly.

"But, the bank note yesterday belongs to us!"

"You, you tore away a hundred taels of silver just to deceive people..."

Chen Zican felt helpless as Kou'er became more and more sad as he talked.

"One hundred taels of silver bought the young master and your two lives, and you still feel like you're at a loss."

"Master's life, is it so worthless?"

"Besides, Master, I won't lie. Where did you get all these gold ingots and silver notes?"

Kou'er thought about it and it made sense, so he stopped.

Suddenly he asked: "Then, why did you keep conjuring magic weapons and burn that Tian Dazhi's face?"

Chen Zican lay down on the soft couch: "I won't tell you."

"Tell me what you want-" Guo'er shook him.

"Don't tell me! You are such a curious baby..."

"Master, you are so amazing. You have worked so hard. Can I give you a squeeze on your back?"

Kuo'er repeated his old trick and turned Chen Zican over without any reason, stretched out his hand and pressed it.

"Ouch -" Chen Zican screamed: "It hurts - it hurts!"

"Okay, I'm scared of you, let the young master get up..."

In the carriage behind, Tong Monk and Tian Bugeng pricked up their ears and listened vaguely to Kuan'er crying and acting coquettishly.

Chen Zican laughed for a while, begged for mercy, and looked at each other...

Chen Zican sat up and saw a box of Go placed under the small table.

Opening it, he grabbed five white stones and placed them in the palm of his right hand.

He smiled and said to Kuan'er, "Watch it!"

Make a fist with your left hand, with the tiger's mouth upward, place a chess piece in the fist hole with your right hand, and slowly push it in with your index finger.

Then, another one, until all five chess pieces were stuffed into the center of the left fist.

Then he stretched out his hands and showed his palms to the button.

Kou'er screamed and found that Chen Zican's hands were empty, and the five chess pieces were missing.

Chen Zican made a mistake with his hands, and a chess piece appeared out of thin air and flew into the air...

I saw his hands flying, and the chess pieces were thrown up and caught one after another.

In the blink of an eye, five chess pieces were flying in the air at the same time.

Kuan'er was dazzled and clapped his hands repeatedly.

Chen Zican caught the five chess pieces one by one, clapped his hands again, opened his palms, and found nothing again.

Kuan'er hurriedly asked: "Where are the chess pieces?"

Chen Zican smiled and reached out, plucked her bun, and a chess piece fell into his palm.

Guan'er quickly grabbed it and looked at it over and over.

Chen Zican reached out and took out one from her belt, took one out from under her cushion, and took one out of the bookcase.

For the last one, he asked Guan'er to open her mouth wide, stretched out two fingers, and tapped her front teeth lightly.

He retracted it again, and there was the last one between his fingers...

Kou'er opened his mouth wide and forgot to close it, staring blankly at Chen Zican.

Chen Zican smiled and raised her pointed chin: "Do you see clearly?"

Only then did Guan'er close his mouth, hold Chen Zican's arm, and shake it vigorously.

Screaming excitedly: "Master, you are so awesome!"

Tong Monk and Tian Bugeng stuck their heads out of the window, but they could not hear the sound of the car in front of them.

I was scratching my head and head anxiously, when I heard the eardrum-piercing scream from Kuan'er, and I couldn't help but shudder.

They looked at each other and smiled, nodding knowingly: It seems that this little god really has some magic. He is really powerful at such a young age...

Kou'er looked at Chen Zican expectantly: "Master, I knew you were very capable!"

"This time, it's a real spell, right? Can you teach me how to do it?"

Chen Zican put his head in his hands and lay back on the couch: "Tch, it can't be so easy."

"This is my master's unique skill. I practiced it for half a year before I could perform it in front of others."

"I have practiced this skill to the extreme. It is not difficult to pick up objects from a distance or carry wealth..."

Kou'er heard him talking about his master and asked quietly: "Master, your master is what they call Zhou Dianxian, right?"

"When did you meet this old god? You don't know anything about it..."

"Young Master is so lucky to have learned all the skills from him!"

"Moreover, he also helped the young master to understand and become smarter!"

He sighed again, took out half a piece of sesame seed cake from his arms, and took a bite of it bitterly: "Why is Kuo'er not so lucky..."

Chen Zican laughed. This was a pretty good reason! It's okay to be wrong, why bother explaining.

Listening to Kuan'er's chatter, he thought of his master who was still chewing cabbage sticks, stepping on sewing machines, and conscientiously transforming himself in the real world.

I don’t know, how is he now?

After a twelve-year sentence, he should be gray-haired after finishing it.

However, with Master's ability, he will not do poorly anywhere, so there is no need to worry about this.

There is also the teacher’s wife, she is a female college student who was rescued by the master from the traffickers.

He is nearly twenty years younger than his master, and only seven years older than Chen Zican.

Treat Chen Zican as a sister rather than an elder.

She was also sentenced to five years for fraud...

Thinking of these, Chen Zican felt a dull pain in his chest.

Master is actually a good person.

His rule is not to deceive the poor or the good, but only to deceive profiteers and corrupt officials.

However, these two types of people are often very powerful, and they must retaliate and cannot be deceived.

As for his junior fellow student Wang Moumou, every time his master talked about him, he always sneered at his clumsy tricks and despicable character, saying that he was uneducated and had fallen into evil ways.

But they drive luxury cars and live in manors.

The people I made friends with were all wealthy businessmen, dignitaries, and celebrities in the entertainment industry.

He is praised and praised by people everywhere, and he can charm all sentient beings by performing some unfashionable tricks.

The hats of "Master" and "Living God" are put on the head as if they are free of charge.

Live a prosperous life, live freely and freely...

Man, the truth is also false when it is fake!