Chapter 406 Magic

Wen Zhengming really didn't think about what Su Xi would encounter after he left. After all, what Su Xi would encounter was Su Xi's own destiny.

It was impossible for Wen Zhengming to help Su Xi meet his fate.

In life, only you can experience everything.

As for the others, they are just spectators. Occasionally they may complain when they don’t like what they see, but in fact, it doesn’t matter to the actors.

Therefore, Wen Zhengming only regarded Su Xi as a passer-by in his life. Since he liked her, it would be fine to give her some benefits.

As for what the other party would do after getting the benefits, Wen Zhengming was too lazy to think about it.

There are too many people in this world, and it is impossible for him to think about everything.

This is boring and uninteresting.

………

At this time in the desert Gobi, the scorching sun was hanging high in the sky, emitting a scorching light and scorching the earth.

There was not a single person in the desolate desert, not even any birds or animals could be seen.

Only the endless Gobi Desert appears between heaven and earth.

And at this moment, a sound came from afar. It was the roar of a train, with a unique and extremely recognizable rhythm.

An extremely old-fashioned train is running across this land. It is an express train, but of course, considering modern technology, it is not really fast.

In the northwest desert, most people drive much faster than this.

But its name is indeed called Express Train.

Not only does the name and appearance of this car have a sense of age, but the interior also feels like it was ten years ago.

Wen Zhengming is now sitting in it, looking up at the scenery in the distance.

Beside him, three burly men with potbellies were playing cards. All three of them were bald. Perhaps for middle-aged men, baldness is a butcher's knife.

These people have obviously died under this butcher knife.

But they obviously don't care. Many people here don't care about this either. Most of them like to keep their heads bald.

On the other side, there was a little girl leaning on the chair. She looked a little tired, but her eyes were unusually clear.

Behind her was her mother, who was sleeping on the chair.

Wen Zhengming didn't look at them, but he could sense them.

As his cultivation became more and more advanced, he sometimes felt that he was no longer quite human.

Even without looking, he can sense the changes in the surrounding environment and even see through the other person's thoughts.

Wen Zhengming sometimes deliberately blocks his own perceptions, which makes life more interesting. This is not the so-called omniscience.

Just as Wen Zhengming was looking at the scenery in the distance, a voice sounded in his ears, bringing his thoughts back.

"Sir, when did you get on the bus?"

Wen Zhengming turned around and saw a train attendant. He smiled and said, "I just got on the train. You probably weren't on duty, so you didn't see me."

"Yeah?"

There was a hint of suspicion in the train attendant's eyes.

Wen Zhengming joked: "Yes, I can't have climbed up from the Gobi Desert, can I?"

The train attendant smiled and thought it was a joke.

He did not check tickets. Too many ticket checks would be a torture for her and the other passengers on the train, after all, this was a hard seat carriage.

Moreover, this hard-seat carriage will travel for three days and two nights, more than sixty hours, and all passengers are extremely tired. Ticket checking at this time is an annoying thing.

After all, the ticket was checked when I got on the bus.

"Maybe I saw it wrong!"

After saying this, the train attendant turned and left.

Wen Zhengming didn't comment but just smiled. To be honest, generally speaking, train conductors don't talk to passengers.

The conductor was probably just curious.

Wen Zhengming thought so, but did not try to find out what the other party was thinking.

After looking at the scenery for a while, Wen Zhengming seemed to sense something and glanced at the little girl.

She was about three years old, maybe a little younger, and at this moment the little girl was looking at Wen Zhengming curiously.

To be honest, Wen Zhengming was indeed somewhat conspicuous on the train. After all, everyone had tiredness on their faces, but Wen Zhengming did not show any sign of fatigue at all.

He just looked quietly into the distance, at the scenery, without even a trace of sweat on his face.

"Is there something on my face?"

Wen Zhengming looked at the little girl with a smile.

The little girl didn't say anything, as if she was a little shy, or perhaps afraid of waking up her mother.

She just shook her head, and her big eyes blinked again and again on her chubby face.

Wen Zhengming chuckled and said, "Then why are you looking at me?"

The little girl seemed to hesitate for a moment before she slowly spoke two words:

"nice!"

Wen Zhengming burst out laughing. He had never thought that he would be praised by a little girl.

He lowered his head and looked at the little girl, saying, "Thank you for the compliment. Do you want to see some magic?"

The little girl's eyes lit up when she heard that, and she asked, "Uncle, can you perform magic?"

Wen Zhengming nodded and said, "I know a lot of magic tricks. Hmm... I'm probably the best magician in the world."

"Do you want to see it?"

At this time, the sleeping mother came up from her dream. She seemed to have woken up before and heard the conversation between her child and Wen Zhengming. She smiled at Wen Zhengming.

Some people like their own children. As a mother, I always like them.

Wen Zhengming responded with a smile, then stretched out his hands, put them together, and placed them in front of the little girl and said, "What do you want to conjure up?"

"White dove?"

The three-year-old girl bit her finger, thought for a moment and then spoke slowly.

Maybe the little girl had seen a similar magic trick before, which is why she said it turned into a white dove.

People are always like this. When talking about something they are familiar with, they always talk about familiar performances they have seen.

"White dove?"

Wen Zhengming smiled and said, "Do you like white pigeons?"

The little girl bit her finger and said, "I like white ones, um... and pretty ones."

Wen Zhengming burst out laughing. Is this little girl already a distinguished member of the serious Farming Appearance Association at such a young age?

As expected...it's probably human nature to like beautiful things!

"Do you think white doves are beautiful?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment and said, "Well...if it's well behaved, it'll be beautiful."

Wen Zhengming raised his eyebrows and asked, "What does it mean to be obedient?"

The little girl explained word by word: "It's good to let me touch its head. The big cat at grandma's house is not good and always won't let me touch it."

The girl's mother pressed her little head with her finger and said, "You are not allowed to touch it because you want to pluck its whiskers."

The little girl stretched out her hand to push away her mother's fingers, struggling and saying: "But I just want to take a look, I don't have a beard!"

The little girl gestured as she spoke, and said:

"And... the tabby cat's whiskers are so long. I've never seen whiskers that long before."

The girl's mother grumbled, "It would have been enough if you had just pulled out one, why did you pull them all out?"

"Because I want to see what a tabby cat looks like without whiskers."

The little girl raised her head and looked at her mother innocently.

The little girl's mother coughed twice and said, "Ahem... So there is a reason why the big cat doesn't let you touch its head. If you keep touching it like this, it will become bald sooner or later."

"This is... well... the dignity of a cat."

Wen Zhengming almost laughed when he heard this. Isn’t the dignity of a cat its whiskers?

Does a cat with all its whiskers plucked out still have dignity?

However, he had never realized that the little girl would pull out all the whiskers of her big cat.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, looked at Wen Zhengming's clasped hands, and finally said slowly: "Okay, then after uncle turns out the white dove, I won't pull out its beard."

Then the white dove must also have a beard!

The little girl's mother thought helplessly.

What's more, pets are generally not allowed on this train. Of course, it is possible to bring them on privately. Li Shu has seen someone bring a turtle on board before.

But Li Shu also felt that it was not such a coincidence.

So the person opposite him probably can’t transform.

But just as she was thinking this, the man smiled and said, "The pigeon doesn't have beards for you to pluck, but you can't pluck its feathers either."

"Okay, as long as it behaves well, I won't pluck its hair."

The little girl hesitated and said.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhengming smiled and opened his arms, and a pure white dove appeared in his hands.

The pure white little dove was now tilting its head to look at the little girl.

The little girl's mouth instantly turned into an "O" shape.

"White dove!"

The little girl pointed at the pigeon and exclaimed.

As soon as she said this, everyone's attention was drawn to her.

"How about it, uncle's magic is still very powerful, right?" Wen Zhengming asked with a smile.

“Amazing, really amazing.”

The little girl clapped her hands and said.

But before I could take a few pictures, my hand had already reached out.

"Pat the head!"

The white dove standing in Wen Zhengming's palm slowly lowered its head and let the little girl touch its head.

Looking at the expression, it was as if he had just heard the little girl's words and knew that if he didn't let herself be touched, he would become a bald bird.

Wen Zhengming stretched out his hand and placed the pigeon on the table, then raised his hand and a bird cage suddenly appeared on the table.

The little girl who was touching the pigeon's head raised her big eyes and asked, "Is uncle going to lock it up?"

"Did it make a mistake?"

“Why do you say it’s a mistake?”

Wen Zhengming smiled and passed the time.

The little girl said seriously, "Because if I make a mistake I will be locked up in the house."

“Ahem…”

The little girl's mother suddenly started coughing.

Wen Zhengming smiled and said, "It's not that it made a mistake. This is its house, and it can come and go as it pleases."

"Look!"

"Go in!"

"come out!"

Wen Zhengming gave orders, and the white pigeon seemed to understand what he was saying. It skillfully opened the door of the cage and crawled in, then started to crawl out again.

And at this moment, the train attendant came over again.

"Sir, we don't allow pets here."

“This will be fined!”

Wen Zhengming smiled and said, "This is just a magic trick."

"If you don't believe me, look at that!"

Wen Zhengming pointed behind the train attendant, who subconsciously turned his head away.

At this moment, Li Shu clearly saw the man in black reach out and slap the birdcage, and the birdcage disappeared on the table.

At this time, the flight attendant also turned around.

"Sir, it's not okay to hide things like this."

"They say it's magic, but you see it's fake."

Wen Zhengming casually took out another birdcage from under the table, which contained an extremely realistic white pigeon model.

The flight attendant stared at him for a long time and then said:

"How can it be fake?"

"I just saw it move!"

Wen Zhengming smiled and put the cage on the table and said, "You must have seen it wrong just now."

Seeing that the thing was really a fake pigeon, the train attendant finally had to leave.

But when I left, I always felt like something was wrong.

But she couldn't tell what was wrong.

After the train attendant left, the little girl immediately asked, "Uncle, where did you hide the white pigeon?"

"This is magic. It won't work if you tell me about it."

Wen Zhengming looked at the little girl in front of him and said with a smile: "Little pigeon can't come out, otherwise the aunt will not be happy."

"What other magic tricks do you want to see?"

"But I can't turn it into something alive this time."

The little girl hesitated for a moment and said, "Can you make me a birthday cake?"

"You're still a little greedy cat!"

"May I?"

"Of course you can!"

Wen Zhengming stretched out his hand in the air and grabbed a piece of black cloth. He covered the birdcage with the cloth and then blew into it slowly.

The black cloth shrank instantly, as if the birdcage had disappeared on the table.

"Now blow on it!"

"How do you blow it?"

"Just like I just did."

"call………"

The little girl took a deep breath, inhaled until her belly was round, and then slowly exhaled.

He kept vomiting until his two big eyes rolled back, and then he slowly stopped.

The black cloth seemed to be blown up by her, causing people around to look at her sideways. This magician looked very powerful.

"Would you like to have two more puffs?"

Wen Zhengming asked with a smile.

The little girl looked up and asked, "Can it get bigger?"

Wen Zhengming nodded and said, "Of course, but it can't be too big, otherwise we won't be able to finish it, so when you feel it's about the right size, stop."

"I see."

Having said that, the little girl opened her mouth again and blew twice more, not stopping until she lay on the table.

"Are you ready?"

"Okay, I'm going to open it!"

"Open it!"

There was anticipation in the little girl's eyes.

Wen Zhengming reached out and lifted the black cloth, and a huge birthday cake appeared in front of the little girl.

“Amazing!”

There seemed to be little stars in the little girl's eyes.

Wen Zhengming couldn't help but smile. If those extraordinary people saw him using the void creation to amuse the child, their jaws would probably drop.

(End of this chapter)