Fox Road Travel Notes

Cang Haijun thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and smiled meaningfully.

"Then, why don't you open your eyes today and see your extraordinary skills, Chen Xiaoxian, to help you get drunk?"

Everyone cheered in unison, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Chen Zican cupped his hands, turned around, went into the house, and brought out a wooden basin.

Knock on the bottom of the pelvis, go around the field, and place it squarely on the table...

Chen Zican asked Monk Tong to bring half a bucket of well water, drank it to show that he didn't have it, and then poured it in in front of everyone...

Chen Zican picked up a wine jar, shook it a few times, showed the mud seal, and placed it in a basin...

Everyone gathered in a circle, holding their breath and watching him at work.

Only Mr. Canghai sat there, with the corners of his mouth raised, and the smile on his face seemed to be getting stronger.

Chen Zican pointed, and a piece of paper appeared out of thin air in his hand...

Everyone opened their mouths and watched with great interest, but no one made a sound.

Chen Zican drew a talisman on the white paper that even a ghost could not recognize.

A bit like a big horse monkey, a bit like Cang Haijun.

Chen Zican stepped on the seven stars and turned around the table in a mysterious and unspeakable circle that was neither square nor round, but square and round...

Chen Zican scolded lightly, raised his hand, and the talisman paper swayed leisurely, drew a wonderful arc, and fell into the basin...

Chen Zican wiped the sweat from his forehead, and with an expression of satisfaction for seven times a night, he swaggered back to the table...

The yard is quiet.

Until, he couldn't help but stretched his head to look at the child monk in the basin, and let out his first exclamation.

Just like the first rooster crow before sunrise in the morning, the crowd suddenly became commotion.

Everyone crowded towards the table.

Everyone who squeezed to the table let out an exclamation.

Cang Haijun has been sitting as steady as a mountain. Hearing the crow of chickens one after another, the sarcasm on his face gradually disappeared.

He stood up and shouted: "What is it called?"

"What a fuss, go, let me see, could it be that he laid an egg in the basin?"

The crowd automatically separated into a passage, and Mr. Canghai couldn't help laughing when he saw the strange expressions on their faces...

He walked over suspiciously, stretched his head to take a look, and couldn't help but be surprised.

In the cypress basin filled with clear water, a piece of white paper sank quietly at the bottom of the water.

On the water, a giant monkey, painted in an abstract style and made of thick ink, is stretching its limbs and swimming slowly with the slightly rippling waves.

There is also a long chain tied around the waist, swinging from side to side in the water, as graceful as a dragon.

At the end of the chain, there is surprisingly another one——

Pot lid? Big tortoise?

Cang Haijun touched his chin, walked around the table, looked left and right, and always felt something was wrong.

He frowned, pointed at the ink ball that looked a bit like a pot lid, and a bit like a tortoise, and asked the boy monk next to him: "What-is this?"

"Monkey holding a tortoise?"

Monk Tong suppressed a smile, his old face turned dark and red.

He didn't answer, and looked at Cang Haijun's waist with a strange expression. The eyes of everyone onlookers also looked there in unison.

Cang Haijun subconsciously reached out and touched it, and what he touched was the big hammer he had been hanging on his waist, which he relied on to navigate the rivers and lakes and ward off gods and ghosts.

"Pfft-"

Finally someone couldn't hold it back anymore and laughed.

Suddenly, everyone was beating their chests and laughing loudly...

Cang Haijun stared at Chen Zican who was here with the old god, the corners of his mouth trembled, his cheeks twitched, and his expression was extremely wonderful.

The young monk squatted on the ground, covering his mouth, and his shoulders couldn't help but hunch. It was so hard to bear it.

Cang Haijun suddenly slapped him on the back of his bare head: "You are laughing, why are you holding back?"

After saying that, I laughed out loud...

"T-Tama, you bastard, how dare you..."

"You, aren't you afraid that I will recognize you, but this big iron spine won't recognize you?"

Cang Haijun was laughing so hard that he couldn't even stand upright.

Chen Zican touched his nose and smiled slightly awkwardly: "You have misunderstood me, kid. My Heaven-stealing Ghost Talisman can borrow the power of ghosts and gods from heaven and earth."

"Condensing wine is a unique skill that you, Mr. Canghai, are good at."

"Tell me, if you don't want me to beg you, who will you beg for? If you don't want me to draw, who will I draw?"

He glanced at the postmodern abstract painting floating on the water in the basin and couldn't help but smile.

"It's just that painting is not what I'm good at. Therefore, the meaning is similar but the shape is different. I am showing off my ugliness. Please bear with me..."

After everyone heard this, they burst out laughing.

Cang Haijun finally stopped laughing, held his waist and asked: "You said you wanted to borrow strength from me, have you borrowed it?"

"You still need to say that? Of course I borrowed it!"

Chen Zican smiled faintly: "Your power is boundless and you are so close. You can't even borrow it here. So isn't this magic talisman of mine just a piece of toilet paper?"

Seeing that he was still talking nonsense seriously, Cang Haijun almost burst out again.

He coughed and patted the table: "Come on, let everyone take a look!"

Chen Zican calmly picked up the wine jar from the basin and shook it gently.

Sure enough, there was the sound of ice breaking inside, and just as he was about to lift the mud seal, Canghaijun sneered.

"No need!"

He knocked on the wooden basin, looked into Chen Zican's eyes, and said word by word: "I guess there is fire salt in it."

The sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again: "Chen Xiaoxian, do you think so or not?"

"what?"

"I see……"

"I guess that's it..."

"I've heard of this method too..."

Everyone was awakened by the words and started talking.

Chen Zican was a little confused.

Damn it, online novels kill people!

Don’t they all say that making ice from fire and saltpeter is an artifact of time travel and a must-have for making a fortune?

As soon as the popsicle comes out, I have it all over the world.

It's so easy to make friends inside and have beautiful girls outside. Why doesn't it work when it comes to me, Chen Zican?

I didn’t even think about making a fortune selling popsicles or making ice cream to pick up girls.

I'm just looking forward to today, showing off my wits and getting close to these uneducated gangsters!

Chen Zican was in a mess inside.

A god is exposed once and becomes a liar forever.

This is the rule of the world in this industry, cruel, but realistic.

Looking at the faces around him that were once full of trust and respect for him, Chen Zican secretly clenched his fists and dug his nails into his flesh.

To admit defeat would be a social death!

Today, we must make a comeback!

The smile on the corner of Cang Haijun's lips made him feel a faint pain.

Chen Zican knew that he had always been wary of his unpredictable methods, but now, it had begun to turn into contempt.

If it can't be saved, then the task of conveying this scene to Otezhui has undoubtedly failed completely.

Carrying the reputation of a liar, he may never have the chance to drive away that annoying little goblin.

There is no way to escape from this illusion of Taixu Glaze and return to the real world.

Chen Zican was heartbroken, mustered up all his energy, and secretly gritted his teeth.

"Fight!"

He looked at Mr. Canghai, his face still calm, and gently opened the mud seal.

In a big bowl, a full bowl was poured.

The aroma of wine filled his nose. At this moment, he already had an idea...

Looking around, the discussion gradually subsided.

They are all brothers who have shared weal and woe and have witnessed Chen Zican's miracles with their own eyes.

Now, although Chen Zican is less mysterious in their eyes, the feelings are still the same.

Everyone is looking forward to him making another surprising move and making a comeback.

Finally, Chen Zican's eyes fell on Cang Haijun's sarcastic smile again.

He smiled too.