Late at night, there is a curfew in the city, and idle people are not allowed to go out to the streets.

After the strange girl left, the puppet bird in the book house also quieted down, and dozed off on the bird stand at the door. Wang Kunpeng never woke up. When everything was silent, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't sleep. With the help of an oil lamp on a square table in the library, he turned on the "Traction Catalogue" that the girl had selected for him, which was a book about divination, foreknowledge, and snooping.

The words in the book are very obscure, Zhou Qingfeng is extremely difficult to read, and all kinds of tricks and tricks are too complicated, and people who are not specialized in research can't even recognize all the words. However, there is a pattern in the book that is drawn in great detail, which makes Zhou Qingfeng very fascinated. Because when he looked at this picture, the 'Yanggui' on his chest seemed to react a little.

When 'Yanggui' had some kind of abnormal movement at the beginning, Zhou Qingfeng was taken aback, because the reason why he became an eight-year-old was because he was harmed by this Rausch artifact. If this gets smaller, he really won't be able to mix it up.

However, as long as Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness was detached from the pattern of the "Traction Catalogue", 'Yanggui' returned to calm. This made him extremely curious, and he couldn't help but turn the pages of the book again and carefully look at the patterns in the book - his eyes followed the lines of the patterns, and the same patterns were drawn in Zhou Qingfeng's mind, and 'Yanggui' ran silently, causing spiritual power to follow.

Consciousness, imagination, and spiritual power are easily coordinated by 'Yanggui'. When Zhou Qingfeng was about to finish drawing the pattern in his mind, everything he saw in his eyes suddenly became translucent, and there was an inexplicable pull in his heart. But before he could understand what was happening, his spiritual power was exhausted, the pattern collapsed, and everything in front of him returned to normal.

If you don't have enough spiritual power, you can't do anything. However, the advantage of a small amount is that the recovery is quite fast, and half an hour later, Zhou Qingfeng once again visualized the painting in the "Traction Catalogue", this time he was quite careful not to waste spiritual power as much as possible. By the time he had finished sketching the last stroke of the pattern in his mind, he was already profusely sweating.

After the pattern is completed, a certain magical effect is revealed. The core content of the "Traction Catalogue" is actually to teach the monks how to use spiritual power in their minds to complete the pattern with guidance and probing. And now, ......, Zhou Qingfeng has completed it. He faintly felt that there were various qi in this world that were active, influencing each other, and evolving and transforming.

A certain essence of this world was faintly revealed in front of Zhou Qingfeng.

The puppet bird lying on the bird stand is neutral, Wang Kunpeng sleeping on the floor is close, and the husband who walked outside the library is indifferent ......, Zhou Qingfeng slowly stood up from the desk, he gently looked around the book house, and quietly pushed open the door of the book house, the cold air in the middle of the night made him shiver.

The qi of the entire Fushun City was much more chaotic, and Zhou Qingfeng raised his eyes to look at the night sky. There are dark shadows flying over the buildings of the city, which are cultivators walking on the cornices; Monsters crawl out of the city's sewers, looking for flesh to hunt and kill; Screams and wails were heard from afar, plots, betrayals, murders, and all sorts of events were unfolding.

All the hidden things that are usually covered, disguised, and undetectable are exposed in front of Zhou Qingfeng's eyes. The strange girl who chose "Traction Catalog" for him couldn't imagine what kind of miracle her casual recommendation had created. It is difficult for a person who practices divination to reach Zhou Qingfeng's current level in his life, and his current state is called - Open Heavenly Eyes!

Different qi machines present different colors in Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, neutrality is blue, green is closeness, red is interests, black is danger, and gold is power. However, because Zhou Qingfeng's ability is not enough, most of the places represent unknown gray.

Among the colors that can be detected, the most common is that multiple colors are mixed together. For example, the blend of red and black turns into an erratic, elusive purple. According to the "Traction Catalogue", it is the opportunity that is emerging, and it is the danger and the interest that are intertwined. The darker the purple, the greater the danger. And if you grasp it, the greater the benefits you can get.

There is a place near Zhou Qingfeng that is light purple, which means that there is not much danger and not much benefit. However, there were bursts of scolding and crying from that direction, which made Zhou Qingfeng a little afraid to go.

"Flat hair, flat hair, wake up, it seems that there are people on the street doing evil." Zhou Qingfeng ran back to the book house and shouted at the puppet bird on the bird shelf.

The puppet bird raised its drooping eyelids and glanced at Zhou Qingfeng, and said lazily: "The flat hair was shouted by the eldest lady, you are not allowed to shout." ”

"And what did your master call you?"

"When he ......, he shouted 'Hey.'"

...... the black line on the door of his head, Zhou Qingfeng pouted and said, "It's better to shout 'flat hair'." ”

"Yes, the eldest lady still gave me a name, but the master didn't even give me a name. So all the money I earn is spent on the eldest lady. "The puppet bird is fiercely loyal.

"Uh......, let's not talk about that." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, "I heard some people crying on the street, and some people scolding. Aren't you going to check it out? ”

'Flat hair' lowered his eyelids again, and said lazily: "This thing happens every day, so I don't care." ”

"When the road is uneven, shouldn't you draw a sword to help? If someone is killed, will you have a good conscience? ”

"I have no conscience."

Oh, that's right. Where does this puppet bird get its conscience?

'Flathair' continued, "Little scoundrel, if you want to go to the chivalrous deed, I can lend you the deadbolt of the door. Don't bother me. After saying that, he crouched on the bird's stand and said no more.

Zhou Qingfeng took out a slippery and cumbersome deadbolt from behind the store, looked at the lilac brilliance on the street outside the door, gritted his teeth and walked over - it didn't take a few steps, and the scolding and crying became extremely clear. Although it was dark, there were torches on the side of the street, and I could vaguely see a staggering strong man kicking the door of a house on the side of the road.

The strong man scolded and slurred his speech, he should have been drunk. He was so powerful that he had kicked the deadbolt of the door open, and it was half open. However, there were some furniture and miscellaneous items piled up in the door, accompanied by bursts of women's cries for help and children's cries, and it was conceivable that the people in the room were resisting to death.

Zhou Qingfeng listened for a while, and probably understood that someone was kicking the widow's door. The strong man who kicked the door was full of foul language, scolding the woman in the house for seducing him during the day, and scolding the woman for thinking about a man, waiting for him to. The woman in the house pleaded and cried out for help. However, there are at least dozens of families on both sides of the street, all of whom are pretending to be deaf and dumb, and none of them are silent.

Only Uncle Zhou stood out with a door bolt, and the purple gas appeared and disappeared on the drunken strong man. Seeing that the door was about to be kicked open, he held the door bolt and mustered up the courage to shout, "What kind of hero is a bully woman? It's kind of coming at me. ”

Zhou Qingfeng also thought about sneaking up and knocking a stuffy stick, but he was too short now. And that strong man was unexpectedly tall, at least one meter eight. He is now going up with thin arms and legs to knock on it, just afraid that he will be knocked away by someone when he returns his hand, so let's try to scare the other party away by shouting a few voices.

It's just that Zhou Qingfeng, who is now an eight-year-old child, shouts a childish voice. The drunken strong man turned his head and squinted his eyes, and grinned: "That fart cub dares to take care of the uncle's affairs? Are you kind? Uncle, I can knock out all your with one punch. ”

The staggering strong man walked towards Zhou Qingfeng, and after Zhou Qingfeng, who was carrying a door bolt, measured the force value of both sides, he immediately turned around and ran away. He panted and ran back to the study room, and pushed Wang Kunpeng, who was sleeping in the study room, hard, "Hey, hey, young man, it's time for you to kill the evil and make a name for yourself." ”

What the?

Wang Kunpeng was a weak scholar, and he was woken up by Zhou Qingfeng in a daze. He opened his eyes and listened to Zhou Qingfeng's bewitchment: "A family on the street has entered a little thief, and after being drunk, he still dares to act aggressively. I'll go and bring the thief here, and you hide in the shadows and give the thief a stick. ”

Saying that, Zhou Qingfeng also stuffed the door bolt into Wang Kunpeng's hand, "Take it, this stick is heavy and hard, and it will definitely work with one blow." Come on, the heroes of the world are out of my generation, how can you bear to be bullied by a little thief in the city? After you succeed, maybe there will be beautiful women who stick to you. ”

Wang Kunpeng has just woken up, and he is young and vigorous. Hearing that there were bad people doing evil, and being instigated by Zhou Qingfeng, he immediately responded 'good' and hurriedly ran out with Zhou Qingfeng. The 'flat feathers' on the birdstand at the door heard Zhou Qingfeng talking nonsense, and whispered to himself: "This kid has a bad stomach, it's really bad." It's just that the two of them can't beat it together. ”

On the streets, drunks are still exercising. He had completely kicked the door, kicked open the furniture that blocked it, went in and knocked down a young woman, tore her skirt open, ripped her clothes to shreds, and laughed lewdly and unbelted her trousers, revealing her .......

"Oh, whose bird doesn't have a door? It's as thin as a toothpick, soft as an earthworm, and you're embarrassed to show it out and blow the wind? Do you want to compare, my lord is older! Zhou Qingfeng stood at the door of the kicked room, mocking loudly.

The drunkard was on the brain, and his face swelled when he heard this. He grabbed a rotten table leg and threw it at the door, and scolded: "Ass, you are really impatient!" ”

The rotten table legs drove Zhou Qingfeng away, and the drunk man turned around and continued to press on the woman who was pressed down. It's just that Zhou Qingfeng came back in a few seconds, and he found a broom stick that no one wanted out of nowhere, slender and long, and carefully poked it in the drunkard's ass from behind in his hand - he didn't stab the chrysanthemum, but probably stabbed it on two eggs.

This drunken man jumped up like a lit cannonball, covered his crotch with a whimper, turned around and pounced on Zhou Qingfeng, "Little, even if I don't play this today, I'm going to kill you." ”

Zhou Qingfeng threw away the broom stick and ran away. But others have short calves, and the drunk man behind him is tall and has a big step. Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was about to be grabbed by him, a person suddenly jumped out of the corner of the street, and knocked down the drunkard's back with a bolt on the door.

With this blow, the drunk man just stumbled and stood firm and turned around. Zhou Qingfeng took the opportunity to run away, but Wang Kunpeng, who jumped out to knock on the stick, saw a face full of meat. The latter immediately exclaimed, "Young Master, you lied to me. What kind of little thief is there? This is the famous Splash King II in the city. We're no match for him. ”

This pranky king relies on his height and physical strength, and bullies men and women in the city on weekdays, and is rampant. Tonight he drank too much and ran to sleep with the new widow of the man who had just died on this street, only to be tossed repeatedly by a butt and jump out of the stuffy stick that beat him. He looked at the thin Wang Kunpeng, and scolded angrily: "His grandmother, you are such a thin monkey and want to use tricks for me behind my back?" ”

Wang Kunpeng's face turned white, he retreated step by step, and shouted again and again: "Second Master Wang, Second Master Wang, misunderstanding, misunderstanding." We thought it was a thief stealing, so we know you're having fun? I'm leaving, I'm leaving! ”

"You still want to fucking go?" Wang Er screamed and rushed forward, reaching out to pinch Wang Kunpeng's throat. This guy is used to being used to weekdays, no one has ever dared to provoke him so repeatedly, and at this moment, seeing Wang Kunpeng showing weakness, he scolded arrogantly: "I have to kill you today." ”

It's just that Wang Er went to clean up Wang Kunpeng, and Zhou Qingfeng, who had just run away, came back. This time, he riveted his strength, scrambled to accelerate, and his small body crashed into the crook of the knee of the second king from behind. Although eight-year-old Zhou Qingfeng is small and short, he is also about 30 kilograms, and his kinetic energy after running is not small, and he is the easiest position to attack.

As a person who walks upright, the structure of the knee bend determines that it is very easy to bend under the action of external forces. Zhou Qingfeng's whole person bumped into him, and Wang Er, who was rushing forward, suddenly knelt on one knee, and the whole person pounced down like a 'dog eating', and his head hit the ground, and the back of his head was exposed to Wang Kunpeng in front of him.

Zhou Qingfeng put all his strength together, and after knocking down the second king of the splashing skin, he shouted loudly at Wang Kunpeng: "Do you still want your three taels of silver a month?" Whack that bastard! ”

can't talk to Wang Kunpeng about money, as soon as he talks about money, he will be energetic, and when he talks about money, he can be superhumanly possessed. Thinking that if he couldn't pass this level tonight, three taels of silver would be in the soup, and he finally got up the courage, rounded the door bolt in his hand, and shouted loudly to make a strong noise, and knocked a stick on the back of the head of the second king of splashing skin.

After Wang Er was knocked down, he just tried to stand up with his hands on the ground, but he was slammed by Wang Kunpeng, and he threw himself on the street on the spot and completely fell down.

After squeezing, Wang Kunpeng lost his strength and stood in place panting. Zhou Qingfeng also got up, seeing that the second king had stopped moving. This guy originally had a faint purple color in Zhou Qingfeng's heavenly eyes, but now the purple has faded, and only a little red light shines through his chest.

Zhou Qingfeng turned the second king over and took out a money bag from his chest. There were a few taels of silver in the purse, and a piece of paper—this time it was lilac.

Grandma is a bear, is this still a serial mission?