Under the bean-sized light, Zhou Qingfeng, who had shrunk into an eight-year-old, was not sleepy at all. His experiences in the past two days after transmigrating showed that if he wanted to gain a foothold in the late Ming Dynasty, he had to understand the late Ming Dynasty world. Arrogance from modern society would only lead to ignorance and prejudice. The strong in this world naturally had their own way of survival. Learning from others was the right way to develop the transmigrators.
The transmigrators were very interested in the Xuanhuan martial arts they saw after transmigrating, so they naturally wanted to learn it if they had the chance. Zhou Qingfeng was not in a hurry to reveal his own situation, nor was he in a hurry to meet up with his companions. He just wanted to learn more from Gu Yuanwei. As for the development of the team, he could only trust the team itself. The team would not lack an eight-year-old kid anyway.
However, although the spiritual energy in Zhou Qingfeng's body began to circulate, he had no idea how to cultivate. At this moment, he copied Gu Yuanwei and sat cross-legged on the bed, carefully feeling the flow of spiritual energy in his body. However, he felt that his body was a little different from before.
The 'Sun Tablet' that used to circulate violently was now very calm, no longer reversing the flow and making Zhou Qingfeng develop in the direction of a fertilized egg. The amount of spiritual energy did not change. It was still the size of a strand of hair, but the circulation was smoother and faster. With a thought, the changes were endless. The benefit of this was that Zhou Qingfeng would be able to cast spells faster in the future.
"Just being fast doesn't seem to be of much use. I only know Mind Bewitching now, and the spiritual energy produced in my brain is only enough to cast once a day. That doesn't seem to be of much use. " Zhou Qingfeng's Meditation was actually blindly thinking with his eyes closed. He recalled the details of Mind Bewitching that Gu Yuanwei had taught him. It seemed that spells were a combination of imagination, consciousness, and spiritual energy.
That seemed to be the meaning of Daoist visualization.
Uh … Is visualization Daoist or Buddhist? Who cares, I'll try it first.
Zhou Qingfeng did not realize that his personality was becoming more like a child's as he grew younger. This was determined by his body's foundation and could not be changed by his will. As the saying goes, 'newborn calves are not afraid of tigers'. Since he was a man who dared to think and act, he really wanted to master some offensive spells. Naturally, he imagined the scene of fighting and killing in his mind.
In terms of imagination, Zhou Qingfeng, who had received a proper university education, had basic scientific knowledge, and had watched a lot of anime movies, novels, and TV dramas in the information age, was far better than anyone else in the late Ming Dynasty. When he was activating his spiritual power, he also sorted out all the memories in his mind, which allowed his imagination to be fast and accurate.
Of all the battles that Zhou Qingfeng had experienced, the one that left the deepest impression on him was naturally the scene where he burned the King of Mountain Patrol with a gas can. He hoped that he could create fire at will. If the flames could be controlled, if the flames could be compressed, if the flames could explode on the enemy's body, if …
Boom … There was a sudden explosion in the room of the inn. It sounded like a firecracker had been lit. Zhou Qingfeng opened his eyes and saw that his Master and Senior Brother, who were sitting cross-legged on the opposite side of the bed, were looking at him with an extremely angry gaze. Gu Yuanwei even snorted coldly, "Qingfeng, as a disciple, I should be humble and cautious, and learn more. But you're not good at your studies, yet you like to show off. "
"Show off?" Zhou Qingfeng didn't know what was going on.
As the Senior Brother, Yang Jian asked in a low voice, "Master, when did you teach Junior Brother the 'Flame Technique'? The fireball that he just released was even purer than when I first learned it. Although the power was a little weak, he had only been in the sect for two days at most, and he already had this kind of achievement. Master, you're biased. I had to serve you for three years before you taught me this move. "
Gu Yuanwei tilted his head and glared at his eldest disciple, thinking to himself, "When did I have the time to teach him this in private these two days? It wasn't the Flame Technique just now either. It was obvious that this brat came up with it by himself. Come to think of it, it's strange that this second disciple can release flames by himself. "
Just as Zhou Qingfeng closed his eyes and thought blindly, when his consciousness, imagination, and spiritual power combined into one, a fireball appeared out of thin air in front of him. This fireball even floated according to his will, and only when his spiritual power was exhausted did it disperse and make a sound.
Although this fireball's size, power, and control were all very immature, Gu Yuanwei still didn't feel good in his heart — — when a master teaches his disciple, it's always the disciple that knows what the master teaches. For someone like Zhou Qingfeng who can come up with a spell by just blindly tinkering … Could it be that I, Gu Yuanwei, misjudged this brat, is actually a genius?
Impossible, impossible … The ancient master's authority was greater than the heavens, Gu Yuanwei wasn't willing to admit that he made a mistake. From his point of view, the master had his own dignity, and if the disciple was too outstanding, he should be taught a lesson. Since Zhou Qingfeng discovered the ability to release flames by himself, he couldn't ignore it, so he could only change the topic.
"Disciple Qingfeng, how's your body?"
"With Master's care, I feel that everything is fine."
"Your 'Flame Technique' just now was still a bit lacking, look at this master."
Gu Yuanwei purposely pressured Zhou Qingfeng, he pointed his finger, and a flame coiled around the tip of his finger, like a rolling fire snake, or a spirit bird jumping. After a while, the flame flew out from the tip of his finger, and danced around the room. This move was too interesting, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly opened his eyes wide, unable to take his eyes off, and thought to himself: "Oh, you can play like this?"
"This is just a small trick, if you want to learn, Master will definitely not hide it." Gu Yuanwei said in a low voice.
Yang Jian muttered again, "Master, you're just biased. I only learned this move a few days ago. Junior Brother just came, you don't let him wash your stinky socks for three years, and you teach him as you please, Little Jian won't accept it. "
Gu Yuanwei ignored his eldest disciple who was throwing a tantrum, and only looked at Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng clearly heard his cheap senior brother's words, and was both sympathetic and shocked, thinking to himself: "Wash Master's stinky socks for three years? Is there anything worse than this in the world? I'm only eight years old now, how can you have the heart to bully such a cute child like me? "
Zhou Qingfeng immediately put on a straight face and said seriously, "Master, tell me. What can I do to help? This disciple will die ten thousand times for you. "
"Hahaha …." Gu Yuanwei stroked his beard and nodded slightly, "When I pulled you over from 400 years in the future, I told you to bring a history book that recorded the establishment of the new dynasty. Do you still have that book? "
Book? History book?
Zhou Qingfeng remembered that there was indeed such a thing, but how could he have a history book in his hands at that time? He thought that grabbing a book was some kind of ritual in the process of crossing over, but in a panic, he grabbed a … photo album that was placed next to the computer table.
"Ah, the book, I still have it, I still have it with me." As he said that, Zhou Qingfeng took out a book from the clothes he changed out of — that photo album had now become a thread-bound edition, but the paper was still smooth and scratchy, and the pictures had changed, but the points were still there.
As soon as they saw Zhou Qingfeng take out this book, Gu Yuanwei and his disciple panicked as if they had encountered a snake or scorpion. The two waved their hands and shouted: "Don't flip through it, this is the Book of Heavenly Secrets. When you were unconscious, we knew that you had this book with you, but we didn't dare to touch it at all. It doesn't matter if you see it, but if we casually know about it, our lives will be shortened. Just keep it safe. "
"Uh …, the Book of Heavenly Secrets?" Zhou Qingfeng casually flipped through the pages and looked at the photo albums that were selling off their boobs and kawaii. Speechless, he showed them to her and said, "I have Yui Shinaga, Rimi Ishihara, Hiroshi Asou, Akira Yoshizawa, Akira Yoshizawa, Asuka, and many other beautiful sisters here.
What?
When Zhou Qingfeng opened the book, Gu Yuanwei and his disciple almost went berserk. But the two couldn't help but look at the book, and when they found that the pages were all pictures of women, Gu Yuanwei was the first to come over.
"This is an erotic painting?" Gu Yuanwei said in surprise, after he flipped through it, he was even more embarrassed and angry: "The women in this painting are really shameless, lewd and vulgar. They wear so little, yet they dance in such a coquettish manner, and there are even some who aren't wearing clothes. "
Sigh … Hearing the words' erotic painting ', Big Senior Brother Yang Jian actually wanted to come over. But because of his master's tyranny, he could only stand behind and peek. But when Gu Yuanwei said 'not wearing clothes', he couldn't help it anymore, and rushed over and shouted: "Master, don't tear it first. Junior Brother brought this from 400 years in the future, since it's not the Book of Heavenly Secrets, at least … let your disciple see it first before tearing it. "
Gu Yuanwei was so angry that he threw the 'erotic painting album' away, and Yang Jian immediately went to pick it up. Gu Yuanwei then shouted angrily at Zhou Qingfeng: "Didn't I tell you to bring the history book over?"
"I didn't have a history book with me at that time, I just thought you wanted me to grab a book, I only had this photo album with me at that time. But I have all the historical data of the Ming and Qing Dynasties in my mind. Master, if you want to know, I can recite it for you. "Zhou Qingfeng opened his mouth and shouted:" Daming Wanli year 43, … "
"Don't, don't, don't … Please don't recite it." Gu Yuanwei was so scared that he waved his hand and shouted: "As long as you remember, as long as you remember. Don't tell your master. This kind of Heavenly Secrets is scarier than a flood or a fierce beast, the more you know, the faster you die. Last time I heard you say that your master has aged by 20 years.
That's right, your master should set a rule for you. This kind of Heavenly Secrets can't be spoken carelessly, it's best not to mention it. Remember, if you mess around with other things, your master will at most give you a small punishment. But if you carelessly reveal Heavenly Secrets and bring disaster, your master will definitely not forgive you, I will kill you with one palm. "Gu Yuanwei's words were serious, but he wasn't joking. If he heard a few more sentences about Heavenly Secrets, he would become a skeleton in a grave.
Seeing that Gu Yuanwei waved his hand and didn't listen, Zhou Qingfeng also breathed a sigh of relief. Because he didn't remember any detailed history of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, he just casually searched "Daming Wanli year 43" on Baidu. As for the specific direction of historical development after that, it was all Uncle Zhou's knowledge blind spot — which ordinary person would have the time to study this?
Putting aside the matter of the history book, Gu Yuanwei repeatedly warned Zhou Qingfeng to keep his mouth shut. And after waiting for his repeated reminders and instructions, he turned back to look at his eldest disciple — — Yang Jian's eyes were shining, his nose was bleeding, his hands trembling as he held the 'erotic photo album' that Zhou Qingfeng brought.
"How can these women four hundred years later be so lewd and wanton? Look at their smiling faces like flowers, beautiful and dignified, they are obviously educated and born in good families, but they are willing to degenerate and do this kind of lowly business. How can they wear so little? Reveal so much? And this naked smile that doesn't stop. Aiya, people's hearts are not what they used to be, the moral degeneration of the world day by day!
Master, look, some of them take off their skirts on purpose, some of them expose their chests, and some even open their buttocks … It's really indescribable, indescribable.
Shameful, shameful … Is this the degeneration of morality or the distortion of human nature? Is it the helplessness of etiquette or the lack of law? Master, I was born four hundred years earlier. How about I switch with my junior brother? I want to go four hundred years later to eliminate evil and defend justice, save the world and the people, save these women who have lost their footing, and return peace to the world. "
Gu Yuanwei didn't care about his hysterical eldest disciple, but asked Zhou Qingfeng instead, "Where did you get such a wicked book? Look at your senior brother, he has been bewitched by you. "
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