Late at night, there was a curfew in the city, and unauthorized people were not allowed to go out on the streets.
After the strange girl left, the puppet bird in the study quieted down and dozed off on the bird rack at the door. Wang Kunpeng did not wake up the whole time. In the midst of the silence, Zhou Qingfeng could not fall asleep. With the help of an oil lamp on a square table in the study, he opened the "Traction Catalog" that the girl had chosen for him. This was a book about divination, foresight, and spying.
The words used in the book were very obscure, and Zhou Qingfeng had a hard time reading it. The various tricks and schemes were too complicated, and those who did not specialize in it would not be able to recognize all the words. However, there was a picture in the book that was drawn in great detail, which fascinated Zhou Qingfeng. This was because when he looked at this drawing, the "sun tablet" on his chest seemed to have some reaction.
When the "sun tablet" first moved, Zhou Qingfeng was shocked, because the reason he had become eight years old was because of this "divine artifact". If he continued to become smaller, he really would not be able to survive.
However, as long as Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness was separated from the drawing of the "Traction Catalog", the "sun tablet" would return to normal. This made him extremely curious, and he could not help but open the book again, carefully looking at the drawing in the book. His gaze followed the lines of the drawing, and the same drawing was drawn in Zhou Qingfeng's mind. The "sun tablet" silently operated, drawing the spiritual power to follow.
Consciousness, imagination, and spiritual power were easily coordinated by the "sun tablet". When Zhou Qingfeng was about to finish drawing the drawing in his mind, everything in his eyes suddenly became translucent, and there was an inexplicable tug in his heart. But before he could understand what was happening, his spiritual power was exhausted, the drawing collapsed, and everything in front of him returned to normal.
Without enough spiritual power, he could not do anything. However, the advantage of being too small was that he recovered quickly. Half an hour later, Zhou Qingfeng once again visualized the drawing in the "Traction Catalog". This time, he was very careful, trying not to waste spiritual power as much as possible. When he finished drawing the last stroke of the drawing in his mind, he was exhausted and sweating profusely.
After the pattern was completed, the effect of a certain spell was also revealed. The core content of the Traction Catalog was actually to teach cultivators how to use spiritual power to complete the guiding and probing diagram in their minds. And now … Zhou Qingfeng had completed it. He could faintly feel that there were all kinds of Qi activity in this world, affecting each other, evolving and transforming.
The essence of this world was faintly revealed in front of Zhou Qingfeng.
The puppet bird on the bird rack was neutral, Wang Kunpeng who was sleeping on the floor was close, and the night watchman who walked past the bookstore was cold … Zhou Qingfeng slowly stood up from the desk. He looked around the bookstore and quietly pushed the door open. The cold night made him shiver.
The entire Fu Shun City's Qi activity was much more chaotic. Zhou Qingfeng looked up at the night sky. There were black shadows flying over the city's buildings. Those were cultivators leaping onto roofs and running over walls. There were monsters crawling out of the city's sewers in search of flesh and blood to hunt. There were screams and wails coming from afar. Plots, betrayals, murders, and all kinds of other things were happening.
All the things that were usually hidden, disguised, and undetectable were exposed in front of Zhou Qingfeng. The strange girl who chose the "Traction Catalog" for him did not know what kind of miracle her casual recommendation had created. Those who practiced divination would never be able to reach Zhou Qingfeng's current level in their entire lives. His current state was called "Opening the Heavenly Eye"!
Different Qi activities appeared in Zhou Qingfeng's eyes in different colors. Neutral was blue, green was intimacy, red was profit, black was danger, and gold was power. However, because Zhou Qingfeng's ability was not enough, most of the areas were gray representing the unknown.
Among the colors that could be detected, the most common was a mixture of many colors. For example, a mixture of red and black would turn into an erratic, elusive purple. According to the "Traction Catalog," that was the appearance of opportunities. It was the intertwining of danger and profit. The darker the purple, the greater the danger. If one could grasp it, the greater the benefit one could obtain.
There was a place near Zhou Qingfeng that was light purple. This meant that the danger was not great, and there were not many benefits either. However, the sounds of cursing and crying coming from that direction made Zhou Qingfeng a little afraid to go.
"Flat Hair, Flat Hair, wake up. There seems to be someone committing crimes on the street." Zhou Qingfeng ran back to the study room and shouted at the puppet bird on the bird rack.
The puppet bird raised its droopy eyelids and glanced at Zhou Qingfeng. It said lazily, "Flat Hair is what Miss calls him. You're not allowed to call him that."
"Then what does your master call you?"
"He … He just calls me 'hey.'"
Black lines appeared on his forehead … Zhou Qingfeng curled his lips and said, "He might as well call me 'Flat Hair.'"
"Yeah, Miss even gave me a name. Master didn't even give me a name. So, Flat Hair, all the money I earn is given to Miss to spend. "The puppet bird looked completely loyal.
"Uh … Let's not talk about this for now." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head. "I heard someone crying and cursing on the street. Aren't you going to take a look? "
'Flat Hair' drooped its eyelids again and said lazily, "This happens every day. I don't care."
"Shouldn't you help when you see injustice? If someone is harmed, would you be able to live with your conscience? "
"I don't have a conscience."
Eh, that's right. Where did this puppet bird get its conscience from?
'Flat Hair' continued to say, "Little rascal, if you want to go out and help the weak, I can lend you my shop's door bolt. Don't bother me. "After saying that, it squatted on the bird rack and didn't speak anymore.
Zhou Qingfeng took out a smooth and heavy door bolt from the back of the shop. Looking at the light purple Opportunity Light on the street outside, he clenched his teeth and walked over. After a few steps, the cursing and crying became extremely clear. Although the sky was dark, there were torches on the street. He could vaguely see a strong man staggering and kicking the door of a house on the side of the road.
The strong man was cursing and his speech was unclear. He was probably drunk. His strength was quite great, and he had already broken the bolt of the door, causing the door to be mostly opened. However, there was some furniture inside the door. Accompanied by a woman's cry for help and a child's cry, one could imagine that the person in the house was resisting with all his might.
Zhou Qingfeng listened for a while and roughly understood that someone was kicking the door of a widow. The strong man who kicked the door was full of vulgarities. He scolded the woman in the house for seducing him in broad daylight and said that the woman must be thinking of a man and waiting for him to f * ck her. The woman in the house was begging and shouting for help. However, there were at least dozens of houses on both sides of the street. All of them pretended to be deaf and dumb.
Only Uncle Zhou stood out with a door bolt in his hand. The cloud of purple gas was faintly discernible on the drunk strong man. Seeing that the door was about to be kicked open, he hugged the door bolt and mustered up his courage to shout, "What kind of man are you to bully a woman? Come at me if you have the guts. "
Zhou Qingfeng also thought of sneaking up and knocking him with a stick, but he was too short now. The strong man was unexpectedly tall, at least 1.8 meters. If he knocked him with his thin arms and legs, he was afraid that he would be sent flying. It was better to try to shout a few times to scare the man away.
However, Zhou Qingfeng was now an eight-year-old child, so his voice was also childish. The drunk strong man looked back and squinted his eyes. He grinned and scolded, "Where did you come from? How dare you meddle in my business? Do you have the guts? I can beat the shit out of you with one punch. "
The strong man staggered towards Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng, who was holding the door bolt, measured the strength of both sides. Then, he immediately turned around and ran, escaping without a trace. He ran back to the study room, panting, and pushed Wang Kunpeng, who was sleeping in the study room. "Hey, hey, hey, young hero, it's time for you to eliminate evil and make a name for yourself."
What?
Wang Kunpeng was a weak scholar. He was woken up by Zhou Qingfeng in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he heard Zhou Qingfeng's bewitching words, "A thief broke into a house on the street. He was drunk, but he still dared to show off his power. I'll go lure the thief out. You hide in the dark and give him a blow with a stick. "
As he spoke, Zhou Qingfeng bolted the door bolt in Wang Kunpeng's hand. "Take it. This stick is heavy and hard. It will definitely work. Come on, the heroes of the world come from our generation. How can you bear to let the women and children in the city be bullied by a little thief? After you succeed, maybe there will be beautiful women who will throw themselves at you. "
Wang Kunpeng had just woken up, and he was young and energetic. Hearing that there were bad people doing evil, and being encouraged by Zhou Qingfeng, he immediately agreed and hurriedly ran out with Zhou Qingfeng. 'Flat Hair' on the bird rack at the door heard Zhou Qingfeng's nonsense. He clicked his tongue and whispered to himself, "This kid is full of evil tricks. He's really mean. But even if the two of them work together, they won't be able to beat him. "
On the street, the drunkard was still showing off. He had completely broken the door and kicked away the furniture that blocked the door. He walked in and pinned down a young woman. He tore her skirt and clothes apart. He laughed lewdly as he undid his belt, revealing …
"Aiyo, whose bird doesn't have a gate? It's as thin as a toothpick and as soft as an earthworm. You have the nerve to show it to the wind? Do you want to compete? Mine is bigger! "Zhou Qingfeng stood at the broken door and taunted the drunkard.
The drunkard's head was still full of lust. When he heard this, his face turned red with anger. He casually grabbed a broken table leg and threw it at the door. He cursed, "Son of a b * tch, you must be tired of living!"
The broken table leg chased Zhou Qingfeng away. The drunkard turned back and continued to press down on the woman who was pinned down. But a few seconds later, Zhou Qingfeng came back. He had found a broom stick that no one wanted. It was thin and long. He held it in his hand and carefully poked the drunkard's butt from behind. He did not poke the butt, but probably poked the two balls.
This time, the drunkard jumped up like a lit firecracker. With a howl, he covered his crotch with his hand and turned around to pounce on Zhou Qingfeng. "Son of a b * tch, even if I don't play with this woman today, I'm going to kill you."
Zhou Qingfeng threw the broom stick away and ran. But his legs were short, and the drunkard behind him was tall and had big strides. Just as Zhou Qingfeng was about to be caught, someone suddenly jumped out from the corner of the street. He raised a door bolt and knocked on the drunkard's back.
The drunkard only staggered a little before he steadied himself and turned around. Zhou Qingfeng took the opportunity to run away, but Wang Kunpeng, who jumped out to knock on the door, saw a fierce face. The latter immediately screamed, "Young Master, you lied to me. How is this a little thief? This is the famous ruffian Wang Er in the city. We are no match for him even if we fight together. "
This ruffian Wang Er relied on his height and strength to bully men and women in the city. Tonight, he drank too much and came to the street to sleep with the new widow who had just died. In the end, he was repeatedly tormented by this son of a b * tch, and someone jumped out to hit him. He looked at the skinny Wang Kunpeng and scolded angrily, "Motherf * cker, a skinny monkey like you wants to play dirty tricks behind my back?"
Wang Kunpeng's face turned pale. He stepped back and shouted, "Wang Er, Wang Er, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. We thought it was a little thief who stole something. How would we know it was you looking for fun? I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now! "
"Motherf * cker, you still want to leave?" Wang Er rushed forward and reached out to pinch Wang Kunpeng's throat. This guy was used to being arrogant, and no one had ever dared to provoke him like this. At this moment, seeing Wang Kunpeng show weakness, he was even more arrogant and scolded, "I must kill you today."
However, when Wang Er went to deal with Wang Kunpeng, Zhou Qingfeng, who had just run away, came back. This time, he exerted all his strength and sped up. His small body hit the ruffian Wang Er's knee from behind. Although the eight-year-old Zhou Qingfeng was small and short, he still weighed more than 30 kilograms. After running, his momentum was not small, and his attack was the easiest to hit.
As a person who walked upright, the structure of the knee made it very easy to bend under the action of external forces. Zhou Qingfeng's whole body hit it, and the ruffian Wang Er, who was rushing forward, suddenly knelt on one knee. His whole body fell down like a dog eating sh * t. When his head hit the ground, the back of his head was exposed to Wang Kunpeng in front of him.
After Zhou Qingfeng used all his strength to knock down the ruffian Wang Er, he shouted at Wang Kunpeng, "Do you still want your three taels of silver a month? Beat this bastard to death! "
He couldn't talk about money with Wang Kunpeng. Once money was mentioned, he would be excited, and once money was mentioned, he would be possessed by Superman. Thinking that if he couldn't get through tonight, the three taels of silver would be gone, he, who had always been weak, finally gathered his courage. He swung the door bolt in his hand, shouted loudly, and hit the ruffian Wang Er on the back of the head with the stick.
After being knocked down, Wang Er had just used his hands to prop himself up, but he was hit by Wang Kunpeng, and fell on the ground on the spot.
After swinging, Wang Kunpeng was completely exhausted, and stood on the spot, panting. Zhou Qingfeng also got up, and saw that the ruffian Wang Er was no longer moving. In Zhou Qingfeng's Third Eye, this guy originally had a faint purple color, but now the purple color had faded, and only his chest was emitting a little red light.
Zhou Qingfeng turned the ruffian Wang Er over and took out a money bag from his chest. In the money bag, there were a few taels of silver and a piece of paper — this time, the paper was faintly purple.
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