I have a long pupil

Chapter 6

The flame is weak, like a candle in the wind.

But even so, there is a warm current rushing into the chest, mind, and leading to the limbs.

Like ice melting, Zhang Biao gradually became conscious.

At the same time, the surrounding scene returned to normal.

It was noon, the autumn wind was cool, and the people and traders were noisy and noisy, as if it was just a dream.

But Zhang Biao knew that it was definitely not a dream!
Although he recovered at this moment, his whole body was weak, his eyes were darkened, it was as if he had been seriously ill.

You know, he has been practicing the "Three Yang Classics" these days, and he has taken Bazhen Qi and Blood Decoction, which has nourished the energy of the dragon and the tiger.

But in a blink of an eye, it became like this.

At the same time, a message flooded my mind:
Yujingcheng Guitou Willow (Yellow Grade [-])
1. In the execution place of Yujing City, blood energy has accumulated for 300 years, resentment has been condensed, and it has not been extinguished after nine lightning strikes. It has intertwined with the spirit world.

2. In the spirit world mixed with darkness and reality, the remnant souls are trapped in the misty gloom. They are bound by the past, unable to let go and leave.

3. Beware of shadows in the dark...

4. Don't step into...

Really weird!
It is also intertwined with the spirit world.

Spirit world!

This is the second time Zhang Biao has seen this word.

The first time I heard it was at the end of the "Three Yang Classics", the suicide note left by the unnamed monk: "It is difficult to enter the spiritual world, all ghosts are gone, and there are no zombies in the corpse..."

Judging from the intelligence, there are ghosts and ghosts lurking in the spiritual world.

Also, the "Three Yang Classics" can cultivate the true fire of the Three Yangs.

It is mentioned in the scriptures that the true fire of the three yangs can protect the body and destroy evil spirits.

Entering the spirit world can also guide the way home.

Just now, I should have been forced to stimulate the Three Yang True Fire, but because I haven't cultivated it successfully, it is like a rootless fire, which is quickly extinguished.

Not only that, but also consumed a lot of energy.

It seems that this spiritual world is far from what I can touch now.

Ghost-headed willow has turned into this thing.

The recovery of spiritual energy has just begun, and such a strange thing appears, and I don't know what will happen in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao looked at Guitou Liu with a fierce look in his eyes.

Burning this thing will prevent future troubles?

But once the thought came together, it was dismissed.

Not to mention burning this object, it must be regarded as provoking the court.

Will burning it help?
Will it trigger backlash?
are all unknowns.

He knows very little about the mysterious world of practice, so it's better to be cautious...

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao took a deep look at Guitou Liu, turned and left without hesitation.

The prostitute Chen Hou'er was taken away, but the spectators were still there.

Because the big horse monkey was still bound by chains, struggling on the ground, showing a fierce look, baring a pair of fangs and roaring.

The Marquis Wu of the West City had a headache watching it.

"Stay away, what's there to see!"

"My lord, what about this guy?"

"Well, this beast is vicious, so it's a good idea to kill it, so as not to escape and hurt the people."

"Good Le!"

The water and fire rod whizzed down, the blood of the Hericium splashed, and the furry body twitched continuously, gradually becoming silent.

No one found out that the big horse monkey died with nothing to rest in peace.

In the cloudy eyes, the ghost-headed willow shadow is reflected.

The ferocity persists...

...............

"Zhang Tou, you are so generous today!"

In Deshanfang, inside Qingfeng Tower, Wang Xin ate until his mouth was full of greasy food.

Zhang Biao suffered a great loss of energy and blood, and he was even more like a wolf and a tiger, muttering: "Eat yours, don't talk nonsense!"

Even Tie Shouming, who seems to be staid, is also playing left and right.

On the table, most of the pot of roasted venison had disappeared.

In Yujing City, there are many delicacies.

If you want to gain a foothold in the capital, you need to have two skills, so you have gathered culinary masters from all over the world.

Liu Yidao's fish sticks, Dashan Temple's vegetarian food, Western Region Ada's roast lamb, Li Niangzi's dim sum...

But when it comes to roasted deer, it still belongs to Qingfeng Tower.

The best northern Xinjiang snow venison is marinated with [-] kinds of spices, wrapped in sliced ​​pears, placed in a well for half a day, and then roasted at low temperature with fruit wood...

The process is cumbersome and time-consuming.

Zhang Biao was reluctant to eat it at first, but he was so hungry, and secondly, after cooking the medicinal food for the past few days, the money was rushing out, which seemed to be broken.

After a while, there were only bones left on the table.

Wang Xin was usually out of shape, and now he was drinking fruit wine while talking and laughing: "Brother Biao, you may have a way to make a fortune, take your younger brother along."

"Send a fortune!"

Zhang Biao suddenly felt heartache again, took a sip of wine, and asked in a deep voice: "Xiao San's case, you should keep an eye on it, and let me know if you have any news."

Wang Xin became very anxious when he heard this, "Brother Biao, you must not get involved in this matter!"

Tie Shouming also looked serious and said: "I know your lord is angry, but it's best not to interfere in this matter. Right now the Li family is in full swing, and I heard that the head of the Li family has just obtained the post of servant, and several princes have offered congratulatory gifts..."

What he said was cryptic, but Zhang Biao knew what he meant.

Today's sage is getting older, but the tiger's prestige is still there, and he refuses to let go of power. He even sits firmly in the Beichen Hall and watches several princes vying for the throne.

The only one who loves her is Li Guiren.

Although the princes would not put down their figures to please them, the face and etiquette that should be given are more important than each other.

At this time, provoking Li's house is like touching a tiger's butt.

Looking at the anxious appearance of the two, Zhang Biao felt warm in his heart, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm just helping people find out the news. I'm just a small headhunter, so I won't be noticed by others. I'll be fine after the wind blows."

Seeing that the two were still worried, he smiled, "Don't worry, I won't force it."

"Okay, we'll keep an eye out."

The two looked at each other and had no choice but to agree.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little dull.

Wang Xin was lively by nature, so he changed the topic and said with a smile, "Brother Biao, these days when you're not here, something big has happened in the Jianghu."

"Xuandu Temple, the Holy Land of Martial Arts, has appeared!"

Zhang Biao became interested after hearing this, "Tell me in detail."

This Xuandu Temple is known as the holy land of martial arts.

Just like the storybook novels of the previous life, people often go to the Holy Land, learn amazing martial arts, and become talents in the world...

Sometimes it will be like Cihang Jingzhai, sending out successors in troubled times to assist the emperor in unifying Kyushu...

In short, full of legend.

Zhang Biao asked casually, but curiosity arose in his heart.

Calculating the time, Xuandu Guan appeared just after the vision of the black sun and blood moon.

Could it be related...

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After leaving the Qingfeng Building, we parted from the two subordinates.

Zhang Biao thought for a moment, then went to Jixianfang.

Jixianfang is located in the east of Yujing City and is famous for its tomb ceremony.

The so-called "Grave Code" refers to the "Three Graves" and "Five Codes" in previous lives. In Daliang, it refers to the two legendary ancient history books "Emperor's Tomb" and "Huang Dian", which have long been lost and are only occasionally mentioned in some history books.

Either way, they all refer to ancient books.

Therefore, as soon as you enter Jixianfang, you will see that there are large and small classic bookstores on both sides of the square, as well as shops selling the four treasures of the study.

Most of the people who come and go on the street are scholars. Even rich businessmen from the city have to change into Confucian robes to avoid being despised.

In addition, along both sides of the street, there are large and small stalls selling antique calligraphy and paintings, it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Biao showed a trace of expectation in his eyes.

After experiencing Granny Wu's incident, he has no interest in officialdom, and now his mind is full of only the mysterious world of practice.

But now the biggest trouble is money.

The qi refining method in the "Three Yang Classics" consumes too much, and requires the cooperation of precious decoctions. Before the sense of qi can be trained, the net worth has shrunk a lot.

If there is no source of money, I am afraid it will be difficult to support.

In the past few days of hard thinking and meditation, I came up with an idea: relying on the eyes of spiritual vision to pick up leaks, I don't know if it can be done...

In Jixianfang, there are many people, but it is not noisy.

Zhang Biao paced forward with his hands behind his back, looking left and right.

He didn't intend to enter the shops on both sides of the tomb.

There were many printing workshops in the Liang Dynasty, most of which were newly printed books, and most of the rare books and ancient books were collected by wealthy families.

It is unrealistic to expect to find some method of practice.

These antique stalls around are his goal.

To be honest, Zhang Biao was a mediocre student in his previous life, and he is also a martial artist in this life, so he doesn't know anything about antique identification and textual research.

There are mixed fish and dragons here, and most of them are fakes.

But Zhang Biao has another coup.

He couldn't tell the difference between antiques, but he worked in Six Doors, and his moves were very sharp.

Tufuzi and Tomb Mouse can be distinguished at a glance.

After walking a few steps, he locked on to a target.

It was an old man in a Confucian robe, with gray hair and a dejected face, squatting in front of the stall with blank eyes.

Living in the capital is not easy.

There are some people whose ancestors were rich, but now they are down and out. In order to survive, they can only sell their ancestral property.

Unfortunately, this guy is pretending.

His eyes seemed dull, but he did not show any signs of expression. He secretly looked at the passers-by, trying to figure out which one was the fat sheep.

And those hands, rougher than that of the old farmer, with four fingers on the same level and wide joints, like steel drills.

This is the fingering method practiced by the tomb mouse. Even if it is trapped underground, it can use its finger force to snap open the tomb bricks and dig a hole to leave.

Zhang Biao secretly laughed in his heart, and wandered to the stall.

When the old man saw him, he froze all over, lowered his head and closed his eyes, pretending not to see him.

He can smell thieves, and thieves can see his identity.

Zhang Biao didn't care either, and looked at the goods carefully.

What the old man sells are all the old Four Treasures of the Study, mixed with some copper plates and tin utensils. Although they have been wiped clean, soil stains can still be seen in the cracks.

Zhang Biao first looked at a bronze mirror.

The eyes of spiritual vision were working, and a message came immediately:
Bronze mirror with bat pattern (fan)

1: 50 years ago, the mirror made of bronze was engraved with bat patterns, implying auspiciousness and continuous blessings for future generations.

2: Ordinary utensils, treated after rusting.

3: This mirror is entrusted with a father's blessing to his daughter who married far away, and finally died with the owner...

It really is a local mouse!

Zhang Biao glanced lightly and didn't ask any further questions.

The business of tomb robbery has existed since ancient times. Compared with the Jiangyang robbers and green forest bandits he usually dealt with, it is really not worth mentioning, and he doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

Thinking of this, he looked at a few more objects.

They are all belongings of ordinary people's homes, most of which are not more than a hundred years old, and the styles are also very ordinary, so they are probably not worth much.

Of course, the eyes of vision were not used.

With his current ability, this method can't be used too much. In addition, after seeing Guitou Liu today, his mind was damaged, so he can use it again at most, otherwise he won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

Zhang Biao was not disappointed either, and turned to leave.

His method is pure luck, and he will always gain something by visiting it several times a day in his spare time.

The old man in the Confucian robe also breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a skinny young man hurried over, his eyes were flustered, and he whispered something to the old man.

Although the voice was weak, Zhang Biao could hear it clearly.

"Grandpa, the little lame has been bewitched..."

(End of this chapter)