Song Ciwan finally resisted the urge to collect the golden cherry blossoms on the spot and sell them off.
She held these golden balls, which were each about the size of a chicken. The characters for "empty" spread out, and suddenly, the scene she saw through the air changed again.
The temple with the curling green smoke disappeared, and the snake girl also disappeared. Time and space changed. Song Ciwan focused his eyes again, but this time he saw a broken window.
Broken old windows, mottled oil lamps, the biting cold wind blew in from the broken windows, making the already weak light of the oil lamps more and more unstable, as if it could be extinguished at any time.
There is a table by the window, and a thin middle-aged man is sitting in front of the table. He is holding a book, coughing lightly, and reading diligently.
"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"
He turned the pages with his thin fingers and coughed three times. After coughing several times, a hoarse yell suddenly came from outside the room: "Read, read, read, Yan Hanzhang, are you stupid from reading? You are almost losing weight." You are so angry that you still want to light a lamp and boil the oil to study! I think you don’t want to study, you are trying to kill me!”
Yan Hanzhang!
This is another name that once existed in Song Ciwan's memory.
Song Ciwan has a very good memory, and she will basically never forget people she has had specific contact with.
It’s just that there are too many passers-by in her life. Although she will not forget most of them, she will not deliberately remember them.
If you don't remember it again, what's the difference between forgetting it?
Therefore, Song Ciwan never imagined that one day he would see Yan Hanzhang again.
Moreover, I saw Yan Hanzhang in such a wonderful scene.
Speaking of which, this person once provided Song Ciwan with the first pot of gold in her life.
At that time, although Yan Hanzhang was in poverty, he was not poor. After many investigations, Song Ciwan chose Yan Hanzhang as his target. When he was the most desperate and prepared to commit suicide, he casually fabricated the name of an unknown god for himself. identity, and then saved him.
Then Song Ciwan provided him with the MSG formula in exchange for hundreds of taels of silver as an offering.
At the same time, Song Ciwan also received a pound of wish power from Yan Hanzhang at that time!
Therefore, strictly speaking, Yan Hanzhang is actually a follower of Song Ciwan.
It's just that Song Ciwan, the deity, adheres to the principle of ensuring that both money and goods are paid. She only made one transaction with Yan Hanzhang and never paid attention to him again after that.
Later, Song Ciwan only vaguely heard that Yan Hanzhang was living well with the MSG formula. As for what happened to Yan Hanzhang later, Song Ciwan had no idea.
——After all, Bibo Lake changed drastically, and Suyang City suddenly became a city cut off from vitality.
No matter how rich mortals are, they are just like a dream. As long as there is a slight disturbance or change in the outside world, their wealth will disappear in an instant.
Ten years later, Yan Hanzhang turned out to be like this.
Yan Hanzhang held the book and still sat stubbornly by the window, letting the voices outside yell and curse, he just muttered in his mouth and kept reading the sage's book in his hand.
"The sun and the moon are waxing and waning, and the stars and constellations are arranged..."
"Cold comes and summer comes, autumn harvests and winter stores..."
"Why, when the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon rotate in cycles of profit and loss, I always only have losses, but no gains?"
"I have experienced the most suffering and difficulty in life, and have reached the lowest point. Why can't I still understand?"
"Lights from the sky, spiritual lights from the sky. Han Chuang has been reading hard for ten years. Will it be in vain in the end?"
"why why?"
Yan Hanzhang first whispered, then shouted - he suppressed his voice and shouted in his throat.
"But I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in!"
"Practice boxing without practicing martial arts, and you will be in vain when you grow old. If you are rich and rich but do not learn martial arts, your wealth will be in vain! I know, I know! I can't practice martial arts, and I can't study well. No matter how much wealth I earn, it will all be in vain in the end. , nothing is mine, nothing!”
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" He cried softly.
"Honored God, you showed mercy to your disciple once, but why was it only that one? What did the disciple do wrong? Please tell me, give me some guidance, even if you just scold me!"
"God! What should I do? What should I do!"
After crying bitterly, Yan Hanzhang suddenly knocked his forehead on the worn table in front of him.
At the same time, the scales of heaven and earth appeared around Song Ciwan at this end of time and space, and he suddenly received a group of extremely strong wishing power: "Everything has animism, you can believe in it, and the wishing power is five pounds or six taels, which can be sold." 】
The surging willpower comes in waves and is endless.
[Everything has animism, you can believe in it, and the power of your wish can be sold for three pounds or nine taels. 】
[Everything has animism, so you can believe in it. If you wish to have power of two kilograms or seven taels, you can sell it. 】
[Everything has animism, you can believe in it, and the power of your wish can be sold for a pound or eighty taels. 】
…
Song Ciwan collected nearly ten groups of wish power one after another, and the scale of heaven and earth contained so much wish power that she was surprised.
She really didn't expect that Yan Hanzhang would be so devout to the nameless god who had made a sudden appearance back then.
Such abundant willpower made Song Ciwan's mind suddenly move at this moment, as if she had found an opening.
So under this wonderful perspective, Song Ciwan stretched out his finger and suddenly felt a little bit in the distance.
At this point, a vague voice suddenly rang in Yan Hanzhang's ears: "Fool!"
The word "simple" is vague and uncertain, and I don't know where it came from.
However, it also 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 raised his head, his eyes widened, and he only suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, or that he was thinking too much that he was hallucinating.
But at this moment, the majestic and ethereal voice sounded again: "Idiot, since you understand that if you practice boxing without practicing martial arts, you will be in vain when you grow old. If you don't learn martial arts, your wealth will be in vain! In this way, you should deeply understand the meaning of the word "empty" That’s it.”
"Why do you say it countless times but can't understand it?"
Yan Hanzhang:......
Yan Hanzhang lost his voice for a long time before finally finding his voice.
He was so surprised and happy that all the emotions in his mind collided together. For a moment, he had no ability to think and could only answer instinctively: "God, God, but you are here again? Are you finally willing to bow down?" Do you care about your disciples?"
After blurting out this sentence, Yan Hanzhang realized that not only did he not answer the god's question properly, but he actually asked the god in return.
He quickly added: "Honored God, disciple, I am stupid and have poor understanding. I really can't do anything. Please have mercy on me, Lord God!"
In the void, that majestic voice was a sigh.
"Idiot, you keep asking only for God's mercy. Don't you know that praying to God instead of yourself is in vain!"
"Back then, I didn't save you, but harmed you?"
