His lips moved and he spoke in a low voice. His voice was slightly unclear, but Jiang Fan still understood the meaning:
"Thanks……"
After saying these two words, the little beggar took the bamboo tube from Jiang Fan's hand, poured it into his mouth with a slurping sound, then burped, and started to wolf down the steamed bun in his hand.
In just a moment, a steamed bun was quickly destroyed by it.
He looked at the second steamed bun in the broken bowl in front of him, reached out to pick it up, and put it to his mouth, as if he wanted to continue nibbling.
However, the moment he opened his mouth, he suddenly paused, as if he thought of something. His face was tangled for a while, and then he reluctantly stuffed the bun into the inner pocket of his shabby clothes. .
Seeing this scene, Jiang Fan felt a little curious.
He asked:
"why do not you eat?"
The little beggar raised his head when he heard his words, hesitated for a moment, and then responded in a low voice:
"I also have a sister..."
When Jiang Fan heard the first few words, he already understood what was going on without him having to say the next words.
He took out two steamed buns from the jade bracelet again and handed them to the little beggar.
"It's okay, just eat. I have plenty here."
When the little beggar saw Jiang Fan conjuring steamed buns from the air, he opened his mouth in shock.
He did not pick up the two steamed buns, but suddenly became excited and asked somewhat stammeringly:
"You, are you an immortal master..."
Jiang Fan nodded.
Seeing this scene, the little beggar trembled all over.
He suddenly fluttered a few times, adjusted his posture with great effort, knelt on the ground with his only remaining leg, and kowtowed to Jiang Fan with a pop.
"Please the immortal master to save my sister!"
When Jiang Fan heard this, he was immediately speechless.
His eyes flickered, he lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and then responded:
"Tell me first what's going on."
When the little beggar heard this, his face showed joy.
He opened his mouth and was about to speak when a figure suddenly emerged from the crowd on the roadside and spoke to Jiang Fan before him:
"This immortal master, please forgive me for being presumptuous, but there is something I want to remind you. You'd better ignore him..."
When Jiang Fan heard this, he raised his head and looked at the person who made the sound.
This is a middle-aged man wearing silk clothes, dressed as an official, with a slightly fat body. At this time, he is bending over and holding his hands, bowing his head respectfully to salute himself.
Jiang Fan subconsciously scanned his body with his spiritual consciousness and found that there was no spiritual power fluctuation on his body and he was a mortal.
Jiang Fan thought for a while, returned the gift, and then asked:
"Commissioner, what do you mean by what you just said?"
When the fat middle-aged man saw Jiang Fan returning the greeting to him, a look of shock suddenly appeared on his face.
The reason for this was because he had never seen an immortal master who was so polite to a mortal like him.
In this trading market, although there are quite a few immortal masters coming and going every day, most of them look aloof.
For mortals like themselves, they are instigated by various arrogances and call them around arbitrarily.
Of course, nothing is absolute, and there are also a very small number of immortal masters who will have a slightly softer attitude.
But this softness only means that their behavior will not be too excessive.
When they look at mortals like themselves, the arrogance in their eyes is not concealed at all.
And this kind of arrogance could not be seen at all from the young immortal master in front of him.
Not only did he speak to him in an equal tone, he even saluted him back.
This is incredible.
If I hadn't seen him use the magic trick of conjuring several steamed buns out of thin air before, I would probably have regarded him as a mortal.
The fat middle-aged man swallowed when he thought of this.
He suppressed the shock in his heart and turned to look at the little beggar.
Jiang Fan was keenly aware that there was a hint of pity in his eyes.
However, this trace of pity only lasted for a short time, and then disappeared in a flash, replaced by a kind of fear.
Yes, fear.
A wealthy man with a good fortune is actually afraid of a little beggar about ten years old with only one leg and one hand left.
Jiang Fan took in this scene and his curiosity was completely aroused.
However, he did not rush to urge the fat middle-aged man to answer, but waited quietly.
He knew that this person would soon tell the story himself.
Sure enough, after a few breaths, the fat middle-aged man sighed deeply, then turned his eyes away from the little beggar, returned to Jiang Fan, and slowly explained:
"Master Immortal, this little boy's name is Bai Yuanzhou. Despite his miserable appearance now, a few years ago, his family background was still very good, and he could be considered a wealthy family."
Jiang Fan heard this and asked in a timely manner:
"Then what makes him look like this now?"
The slightly fat middle-aged man responded:
"The story begins when the Bai family gave birth to a baby girl five years ago..."
"This baby girl is called Bai Yanqing. About an hour after she was born, an old Taoist priest who told fortunes came to visit. The old Taoist priest claimed that he saw a lingering black energy in the sky above the Bai family's house."
"It's just that this black energy suddenly fell downwards just an hour ago, merged into a courtyard, and disappeared."
"And the main room of this courtyard is where the baby girl Bai Yanqing was born."
"The fortune teller told the head of the Bai family that the black energy represents an unknown and has penetrated into the baby girl's body. I am afraid that the Bai family will encounter various disasters in the future because of this."
"To solve the problem, we can only build a soul-suppressing well in the courtyard, behead the baby girl, throw her body into the well, and seal the well mouth with a huge stone. This can ensure that the Bai family's future luck will not be affected. "
"However, at that time, the head of the Bai family was extremely happy to have received a daughter of gold. How could he believe this? In addition, this Taoist priest was not an immortal master, but just a mortal, so he immediately ordered the Taoist priest to be kicked out."
"After the old Taoist priest was kicked out, he was not angry or said much. He just shook his head, turned around and left the place, and he never appeared again."
When Jiang Fan heard this, he roughly understood what the fat man wanted to say.
He said directly:
"I guess what the member wanted to say later was that after the Bai family kept the baby girl, they soon began to encounter all kinds of disasters. In just a few years, the family was ruined?"
The fat middle-aged man was slightly stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly and responded:
"Master Immortal, what you said is absolutely correct. It is just like this. People with the blood of the Bai family will die in just a few years, and the family's remaining wealth will also be completely dissipated."
