"Brother Fan, I'm afraid you'll be in a little trouble if you offend Ma Di today." Chen Jie said worriedly.

"Huh? What? He has a great background..."

Seeing Chen Jie nodding, Liao Fan knew that his original plan to live a quiet life had to go to waste.

"Brother Fan should have heard of Su Cheng's black boss Ma Mian. Today you are beating his son. I'm afraid he won't let it go. But it's really a relief to think about it. That Ma Di usually has a gang boss thanks to him.

My father is so domineering. Humph, he was beaten today, and many people must be secretly laughing."

Suddenly, Liao Fan felt someone tap him on the shoulder, which made him startled. Someone could approach him from behind without feeling anything. Such a situation had never happened to him before.

It wasn't until the person slowly came to him that he saw clearly what he looked like. He was actually an old man, a wretched old man.

"Boy, I looked at the stars at night and thought that a general would appear out of nowhere, so I came here to look for him. As expected, I finally found him. God really pays off."

The old man talked very vividly, and he seemed to have the demeanor of an outsider. But Chen Jie scoffed, huh, what a lie? Now this kind of trick can only deceive a three-year-old child. Maybe it is.

With the broadcast of Stephen Chow's classic "Kung Fu", people are now imitating it one after another.

Liao Fan was about to speak, but Chen Jie jumped in and interrupted: "Well, yes, yes, old man, this is ten dollars, I only have so much, please be patient, ah...Brother Fan, let's go.

"

With that said, he pulled Liao Fan and ran away quickly, for fear that the old man would entangle him again.

The old man was not angry at all when he heard this. He just shouted in the direction where Liao Fan and his wife were running away: "Hey, are you thinking about tattoos?"

This sentence was not loud, and although it was thrown a little far away, it was enough for Liao Fan to hear clearly, causing Liao Fan's steps to freeze.

"How do you know? Who are you?"

Suddenly, Liao Fan flashed with cold light, and his murderous aura suddenly broke out.

Chen Jie stared blankly at Liao Fan in front of him. He found that Liao Fan actually made him feel scared at this time, making him feel like he had encountered a ferocious beast.

Illusion, all this is an illusion. Chen Jie comforted himself like this.

"Well, not bad, he is still a master, which is even more exciting." The old man said with a smile.

It's just that this smile has a different taste in Liao Fan's eyes. The murderous aura he exudes has no effect on him at all. It seems that this old man is really a bit unpredictable.

"Xiaojie, please go back first. I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, so I won't see you off. I will report on time tomorrow." Liao Fan turned to Chen Jie and said softly.

"Yeah, okay." In fact, Chen Jie also knew that Liao Fan must be hiding something from him, but he knew enough not to ask, turned around and left.

"Well, this is not the place to talk. Let's find a secluded place to sit down and chat slowly. What do you think...?"

"That's fine. I know there's a pretty good teahouse not far ahead. Why don't we go there?" the old man said immediately.

"It all depends on your arrangement." Liao Fan was very respectful to the old man.

Spring teahouse.

Liao Fan first poured a cup of tea for the old man, and then filled a cup himself.

"You were so rude just now, I hope you can forgive me, senior. I dare to ask senior..." After seeing the old man take a sip, he said slowly.

The old man was not in a hurry to answer. He put down the tea cup in his hand and said calmly: "Old man Mu Sang, don't say "senior" in one mouthful, just say "Mu Lao".

"That kid is no longer pretentious. Mr. Mu, may I ask what the 'tattoo' you mentioned earlier is about?"

"Tattoos are proof of awakening and a sign of attributes. The attributes awakened by each person are different. Therefore, almost many people's tattoo patterns are different. Of course, this is not absolute. There are also people with the same attributes.

It’s just that there are differences in abilities. After all, attributes only fall into a few broad categories.”

Liao Fan was in the fog and at a loss.

"To put it simply, it is superpowers. We divide superpowers into six categories: earth, fire, wind, water, time, and space. Of course, there are also some special superpowers such as light and darkness. Tattoos are a superpower.

It is a proof of identity of a capable person and a distinguishing function of its attributes.”

"Then take a look at what attributes my tattoo represents?" So, Liao Fan pulled off his clothes and exposed his shoulders.

"Haha, it seems that God has really opened his eyes. I didn't expect that I have waited for so many years and finally let me wait. I ask you, would you like to become my disciple."

There is no need to express the joy in Mu Lao's eyes.

How could Liao Fan miss such a good opportunity? He was about to kneel down and kowtow, but Mu Lao held him back.

"Forget the clichés. I don't care about these false etiquette."

Time passed quietly between the conversation between the two masters and apprentices. By the time they finished talking, it was already two hours later.

After coming out of the teahouse, the lights outside were already bright. After the two said goodbye, Liao Fan went home alone.

Back home, Liao Fan recalled everything that happened today. It felt so unreal, but it did exist. This made him sigh that the world is so big and full of wonders. A second ago, he was a lonely veteran.

The soldier, in the next moment, has become a "superpower" that exists in the novel.

Make a hole, make a hole, make a hole--a hole--a hole!!!

At this time, Nokia's annoying ringtone rang.

"Hello, who's there?"

"Brother Fan, I'm Xiaojie, where are you now? Have you gone back? Don't tell me that you were with that old man during the day. Listen to me, that old man is a liar at first glance, but his deception skills are not very good. Huh,

You still dare to fool me, oh, really - Hey, hey... Brother Fan, are you listening?"

Chen Jie chatted a lot to himself, but found that there was no response at all on the phone.

"Thank you!

Liao Fan sincerely thanked him. Only then did he realize that Chen Jie cared so much about him and was afraid that he would be fooled. He actually called to remind him that he could no longer remember how long ago he had this kind of happiness. This made the originally silent person

My heart felt a touch, a long-lost warmth, and a precious brotherly love.

"Uh... Since you're fine, I'm relieved. Brother Fan, I won't disturb you anymore. Remember to report to the gym at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. Bye."

Chen Jie was afraid that Liao Fan had forgotten, so he reminded him again.
Chapter completed!