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

But even then, there was a warm current that poured into the chest, in the mind, and into the limbs.

As if the ice was melting, Zhang Biao's consciousness gradually sobered up.

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

At noon, the autumn breeze was slightly cool, and the people and vendors were noisy and noisy, as if it was just a dream.

But Zhang Biao knew that it was never a dream!

Although he recovered at the moment, he was weak and his eyes were black, as if he was seriously ill.

You must know that he has been cultivating the "Three Yang Sutra" these days, taking the Bazhen Qi and Blood Soup, and replenishing the dragon essence and tiger fierceness.

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

At the same time, a stream of information came to my head:

Yujing City Ghost Head Willow (Yellow Level Second Grade)

1. The place of execution in Yujing City, three hundred years of blood and gas deposition, resentment condensation, lightning strikes nine times without extinguishing, has been intertwined with the spiritual world.

2. In the spiritual realm where darkness and reality are mixed, the remnants of the soul are trapped in the gloom of misery, and they are bound to the past, unable to let go or leave.

3. Beware of the shadows in the dark...

4. Don't step in...

Sure enough, it's weird!

It is also intertwined with the spirit world.

Spirit!

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

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

Judging by the intelligence, there are ghosts lurking in the spirit world.

Also, the "Three Yang Sutra" can cultivate the Three Yang True Fire.

As mentioned in the scriptures, these three yang true fires can protect the body and also destroy evil spirits.

Entering the spiritual realm can also guide the way home.

He should have been forcibly stimulated by the Three Yang True Fire, but because he had not yet succeeded in cultivating, he was like a rootless fire, and it was quickly extinguished.

Not only that, but it also consumes a lot of energy.

It seems that this spiritual world is far from being accessible to me now.

The ghost head willow turned into this thing.

The revival of the aura has just begun, and such a strange thing has appeared, and I don't know what will happen in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao looked at the ghost head willow, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

If you burn this thing, will it prevent future troubles?

But the thought was dispelled.

Not to mention that burning this thing will be regarded as a provocation to the imperial court.

Will it be useful if it is burned?

Will it trigger a backlash?

It's all unknown.

He doesn't know much about the mysterious world of cultivation, so it's better to be cautious...

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao glanced deeply at the ghost head willow, and turned around and left without hesitation.

The lewd thief Chen Monkey was escorted away, but the excitement was still there.

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

The Wuhou of the West City had a headache to see.

"Spread out, what's there to see!"

"My lord, what should I do with this guy?"

"Well, this beast is fierce, kill the ball, so as not to escape and hurt the people."

"Howler!"

The water and fire rods roared down, the monkey's blood plasma splashed, and the furry body continued to twitch, gradually losing movement.

No one found out that the big horse monkey was dead and blind.

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

The ferocity lasts forever...

……………

"Zhang Tou, you are so generous today!"

Deshan Fang, in Qingfeng Building, Wang Xin ate with a mouth full of oil.

Zhang Biao suffered a big loss of qi 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 old-fashioned, is also shooting left and right.

On the table, a pot of roast venison was mostly gone.

In Yujing City, there are many delicacies.

If you want to gain a foothold in the capital, you can't do it without two skills, so you have gathered chefs from all over the world.

Liu Yidao's fish tart, Dashan Temple's vegetarian food, Daddy's roast sheep in the Western Regions, Li Niangzi's dim sum...

But if you talk about roasting deer, it still belongs to Qingfeng Building.

The best snow venison in the north should be marinated with eighteen spices, wrapped in slices of pears, placed in a well for half a day, and then roasted at a low temperature with fruit trees...

The process is cumbersome and time-consuming.

Zhang Biao was originally reluctant to eat, but firstly, he was hungry, and secondly, he had been boiling medicinal food for a few days, and the silver was flowing out, and there was also some meaning of breaking the jar and breaking it.

In a few moments, only bones remained on the table.

Wang Xin is not in shape on weekdays, but at this moment, while drinking fruit wine, he said with a smile: "Brother Biao, you don't have a way to make a fortune, take your younger brother with you." ”

"Make a fortune!"

Zhang Biao suddenly felt heartache again, took a sip of wine, and asked in a deep voice: "Xiao San's case, you keep an eye on it, and notify me when there is news." ”

When Wang Xin heard this, he was immediately anxious, "Brother Biao, don't get involved in this matter anymore!" ”

Tie Shouming also said with a solemn face: "I know that the Lord is angry, but it's best not to interfere in this matter." At present, the Li Mansion is in the limelight, and I heard that the eldest prince of the Li family has just won the position of squire, and several princes have presented congratulatory gifts..."

His words were vague, but Zhang Biao knew what he meant.

Today's saints are getting older, but the tiger is still there, refusing to let go of power, and is sitting firmly in the Beichen Palace, watching several princes compete for the throne.

The only one who loves is Li Guiren.

Although several princes will not put down their bodies to please them, the face they should give and the number of courtesies they should have are heavier than the other.

Provoking Li Fu at this time is like touching a tiger's buttocks.

Looking at the anxious appearance of the two, Zhang Biao's heart warmed slightly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's just to help people find out the news." I'm a little head catcher, how can I be looked at by others, and I'll be fine after the wind has passed. ”

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

"Okay, we'll keep an eye on it."

The two looked at each other and had to agree.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little dreary.

Wang Xin was lively by nature, and when he saw this, he changed the topic and smiled: "Brother Biao, these days when you are away, something big has happened on the rivers and lakes." ”

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

Zhang Biao became interested when he heard this, "Tell me more." ”

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

Just like the novels of the previous life, there are often people who worship in the holy land, learn amazing martial arts, and become heroes in the rivers and lakes...

Sometimes it will be like Cihang Jingzhai, who sends a successor in the troubled times to assist the Son of Heaven to unify Kyushu...

In short, full of legends.

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

Calculating the time, the Xuandu Temple appeared exactly after the anomaly of the Black Sun and Blood Moon.

Could it be that there is something involved...

…………

Out of Qingfeng Building, separated from two subordinates.

Zhang Biao pondered for a while, and then went to Jixian Fang.

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

The so-called "Tomb Classics", the previous life refers to the "Three Tombs" and "Five Classics", in this Liang, refers to the "Emperor Tomb" and "Emperor Dictionary" two legendary ancient history books, 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 Jixian Fang, you will see that both sides of the square are full of large and small classic bookstores, as well as shops selling the four treasures of the study.

Most of the people who came and went on the street were scholars, and even if the wealthy merchants from the city came here, they had to change into Confucian robes so as not to be despised.

In addition, on both sides of the street, there are large and small stalls, selling antique calligraphy and paintings, which are difficult to distinguish between real and fake.

Looking at the prospect, Zhang Biao's eyes showed a hint of expectation.

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

And now the biggest trouble is silver.

The Qi refining method of the "Three Yang Sutra" consumes too much, and it needs the cooperation of precious decoctions, and before this qi sense is practiced, the net worth has shrunk a lot.

If you don't have money, I'm afraid it will be difficult to support.

After meditating for the past few days, I had a thought: I can't do it with the eye of spiritual vision...

In the leisure square, there are many people, but it is not noisy.

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

On both sides of the grave shop, he did not intend to enter.

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

It is unrealistic to expect to find any way to practice.

The antique stalls around him are his goal.

To tell the truth, Zhang Biao studied mediocre in his previous life, and he is also a martial artist in this life, so he doesn't know anything about antique identification.

It's a mixed bag, and most of them are fakes.

But Zhang Biao has another trick.

He can't distinguish antiques, but he works in Six Doors, and his tricks are very sharp.

Tufuzi and tomb rats can be distinguished at a glance.

After 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.

It is not easy to live in the capital.

Some of them are wealthy ancestors, and now they are down, and in order to survive, they can only sell their ancestral business.

It's a pity that this guy is pretending.

His eyes looked dull, but he was silent, secretly looking at the passers-by, calculating which one was the fat sheep.

And the hands, far rougher than the old peasant, with four fingers flush and broad joints, like steel drills.

This is the fingering method practiced by tomb rats, even if they are trapped underground, they can rely on their finger power to forcibly open the tomb bricks, dig a hole and leave.

Zhang Biao smiled secretly in his heart and staggered to the stall.

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

He could smell the thief, and the thief could see who he was.

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

What this old man sells, all of them are some old four treasures of the study, and they are also mixed with some copper plate tin ware, although they are wiped clean, but soil stains can still be seen in the cracks.

Zhang Biao first looked at a bronze mirror.

The Spiritual Eye was moving, and suddenly a message came:

Bat pattern bronze mirror (fan)

1: Fifty years ago, a bronze mirror was carved with a bat pattern, implying auspiciousness and good fortune for descendants.

2: Ordinary utensils, rusted and treated.

3: This mirror entrusts a father's blessing to his daughter who marries far away, and finally sleeps underground with his master...

Sure enough, it's a dirt mouse!

Zhang Biao glanced at it lightly and didn't ask much.

The business of robbing tombs has existed since ancient times, compared to the Jiangyang thieves and green forest bandits he usually deals with, it is really not worth mentioning, and he is too lazy to pay attention to it.

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

They are all things in the homes of ordinary people, most of them are not more than a hundred years old, and the style is also very ordinary, and it is estimated that they are not worth much.

Of course, the Psionic Eye was not used.

With his current ability, this method can't be used too much, plus he saw the ghost head willow today, and his mind was damaged, so he could use it again at most, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

Zhang Biao was not disappointed, turned around and prepared to leave.

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

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

At this moment, a thin young man hurriedly ran over, his eyes were flustered, and he whispered to the old man.

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

"Grandpa, the little leper is evil..."