I have a long pupil

Chapter 8

gurgling...

The blood-colored medicine soup was boiling, and the room was full of fragrance.

Zhang Biao sat in front of the table, carefully playing with the ecstasy mirror in his hand.

The bronze mirror was cold, but it didn't have that penetrating chill.

Zhang Biao had a vague guess in his heart.

After a long time, this magic weapon has been damaged, its power has weakened, and its influence on people is also different.

The little scorpion in the soil mouse's nest was seriously ill, so after his spiritual energy was revived, he was affected by the revived magic weapon.

He was deficient in Qi and blood yesterday, and his energy and spirit were exhausted, so he felt obvious.

Today, he has recovered a lot, and his qi and blood are full, so that he can resist the influence of the magic weapon.

This is just a first-class product.

It seems that magical artifacts are not something ordinary people can control. Maybe the stronger the power, the higher the cultivation level required, otherwise it will be backlashed...

Thinking of this, he turned the magic mirror left and right.

The surface of the mirror is blurry, without a trace of brilliance, and the color is different from other places.

The eye of spiritual vision mentioned that the mirror is inlaid with "dead jade".

He had heard of the "dead jade".

Jade is buried in the soil and is similar to gold. It will be restrained by it for a long time, and it will become black and dry. It is an ominous jade.

This thing is worthless at all, and the jade merchants don't even look at it, let alone carve it into a tool.

Unexpectedly, it can also make utensil materials.

And the texture behind it.

The eyes of spiritual vision mentioned that they are called "Three Yin Talismans" and "Magic Patterns" respectively.

Another term he hadn't heard before.

Zhang Biao was a little helpless, he was extremely lacking in practice knowledge, it seemed that if he went to those Taoist temples in the future, he might be able to gain something.

Fortunately, this magic weapon is not difficult to use.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao held the bronze mirror with his left hand, and the dead jade mirror faced outwards. He suddenly felt as if he was holding a piece of solid ice in his hand, emitting a coldness outward.

Strangely, he could clearly feel that the coldness was shining outward like a flashlight.

Follow the prompts, as long as you focus on the target, and then use words to induce, you can use the trick: fascination.

After getting the baby, Zhang Biao was naturally itchy.

Taking medicine, staking, refining... After finishing the daily routine, he hurried out the door.

The streets are full of people, but they are all neighbors, ordinary people who are on the go all day, it is impossible to be the target.

Or go find a thief...

"Wang Wang Wang!"

As soon as I thought about it, I saw two wild dogs fighting.

Zhang Biao was immediately amused, and stepped forward, ready to try his hands with these two beasts first.

However, before he got close, the two wild dogs stopped biting, stared at him with fur all over his body, and howled crazily.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The screams continued, but they kept retreating.

Zhang Biao looked at the bronze mirror in his hand, thoughtfully.

Animals do not have complicated thoughts, and their perception is more sensitive. When the sun falls, not only groups of rats parade the streets, but also cats, dogs and wild birds behave abnormally.

It seems that in the future, we should also pay attention to the changes of the surrounding animals.

Whizzing!

Seeing him not moving, the two dogs fled quickly.

Zhang Biao laughed out loud, but instead he became more energetic, exerted strength on his legs, caught up with one in two or three steps, and returned home with his neck in his hands.

woo~
The wild dog howled, but when the bronze mirror looked at its head, it stopped struggling immediately, opened its mouth wide, drooped its tongue, and lost focus of its pupils.

Become!

Zhang Biao was overjoyed.

The next step is verbal induction.

verbal inducement...

Zhang Biao was dumbfounded.

The first animal experiment failed!

Fortunately, it is not without gains.

Zhang Biao found that when he was using the magic mirror, the copper mirror became colder and colder as the tricks worked, and he felt a little tired, as if he had fought dozens of tricks with someone.

Harmless, but also need to raise vigilance.

Also, waking up the target is a hassle.

Zhang Biao couldn't talk like a dog, and he patted the dog's head and poured cold water on it, and it took him a long time to wake him up.

This wild dog was also quite frightened, its front legs fluttered, dragging its two immobile hind legs, leaving a row of urine stains along the way...

Although it didn't go well, it was a start anyway.

Zhang Biao went out to the downtown area.

Anyuanfang is famous for its ironware.

Of course, they are all iron pots, kitchen knives, rakes and hoes and other folk utensils, and the people who come to hang out are also poor people.

People today have seen a lot of strange things:

Hu Sanlang, who bullied the market in the past, knelt down in the street and wept loudly, detailing his usual evil deeds...

Like shoddy profiteers, holding a hammer like a madman, smashing inferior agricultural tools to pieces...

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A few hours later, Zhang Biao called it a day and went home.

He was in a really good mood.

This Magical Artifact, the Miracle Mirror, is really no small matter. Ordinary people can be easily confused, and I haven't met anyone who can resist it.

It is like a nightmare for the practitioners, they will know nothing about what they have done after waking up, and everyone is very frightened.

Although this thing is shady, it is of great use.

One can interrogate prisoners.

Second, when fighting against an enemy, even if the opponent is determined and able to resist, a short-term distraction is enough to become a chance to win.

Zhang Biao walked briskly, looking at the blue sky and white clouds in autumn, his eyes could not help but be full of yearning.

As a human being in two lifetimes, he was not good at intrigue, and he was very disgusted with the dogs in the court. His only hobby was martial arts.

Today, the mysterious world of practice is being lifted. I don't know if I can be like those legendary immortals, spend the spring and autumn drunkenly, and embrace the stars...

Unknowingly, the surroundings suddenly opened up.

It turned out that we had arrived at Zhengyang Street.

This is the central axis of Yujing City, a street big enough to accommodate a hundred horse-drawn carriages, dividing the whole city into east and west.

And at the end of the street is the palace.

At this time, it was approaching dusk, and the broad street was still full of people, cars and horses, and many peddlers were hurrying away with their goods.

They are farmers near Yujing City. In addition to farming, they would weave some bamboo baskets, dry some dried fruits, or collect firewood to sell in the city.

Compared with the people in other places, life is not bad.

But these small businesses are not easy. They have to go out before dawn, and leave before the city gate is closed. It is late at night when they return home every day.

It's true getting up early and working late.

Zhang Biao originally wanted to go back to Anzhenfang through Zhengyang Street, but the conversation between the two shopkeepers caught his attention.

"Uncle Liu, are you coming back too?"

"Well, earlier."

"Why are you in a hurry, Zhouzhuang is not far away."

"Oh, I don't want to either, but the road is a bit uneven, it's better to go early, don't drive at night."

"What, there are thieves on the road?"

"Not a thief..."

"what is that?"

"Forget it, let me tell you, don't spread rumors, some people say that there are water ghosts in the Yongding River."

"Pfft, Uncle Zhou, do you believe this too?"

"You know a ball, I, Zhuang Zhou Dalang, saw it with my own eyes, a good person jumped into the water for no reason, and the body has not been recovered yet..."

Zhang Biao stopped and frowned slightly.

If it was before, he would have ignored these strange country talk at all.

But now, everything looks suspicious.

water ghost...

Has this kind of thing also appeared?
Could it be related to that "spirit world"?
He hasn't cultivated the sense of qi in the "Three Yang Jing", and he has no other means except the "Ecstasy Mirror". If he encounters some evil stuff, he really can't deal with it.

Thinking of this, a sense of urgency welled up in my heart.

Zhang Biao originally planned to go home, but hesitated for a moment, turned around and headed for Yongdingfang in Nancheng...

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Yongdingfang is still so dilapidated.

As the sun sets, the earthen walls that have been in disrepair, dilapidated and cramped houses, dirt roads full of excrement, and beggars squatting under the walls... This place is like an abandoned corner of Yujing City.

Zhang Biao didn't disturb the beggars, he flashed into the dark alley, stepped on the earth wall to borrow his strength, the soul-splitting rope whizzed out, and the whole person soared into the air.

He has a strong figure, and with the help of the seductive rope, he shuttles between walls, wooden beams, and roofs, and his movements are smooth and flowing.

After a while, he came to the outside of the bandit's den.

He changed his mind temporarily and returned to this place, naturally he had some plans.

The magic weapon, the ecstasy mirror, is surprisingly easy to use.

The more such treasures, the better.

Overheard that day, the old local mouse said that Fa Jing came from a place called the Temple of the Snake.

Maybe there are other magical artifacts there, it's just that these stupid thieves don't know the treasure.

This time, I came here to find clues.

But before he got close, he stopped.

Generally speaking, even if this kind of den of thieves goes out to work, someone will be left to guard the door, and there are also grave robbers and grave diggers.

However, it was dead silent now, and there was still a faint smell of blood in the air.

Zhang Biao narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped forward lightly, and looked inward along the gap in the wall.

It was already a mess inside.

The yard was full of corpses of teenagers and children, some with collapsed foreheads, some with twisted necks, and some with sharp knives stuck in their chests.

The old thief was even more miserable. He was tied to a pillar with a hemp rope, his limbs were all cut off, his eyes were pulled out, and the ground was already black with blood...

Oops, come late.

Zhang Biao soared into the air, climbed over the earthen wall and landed in the courtyard.

He looked around for clues.

The footprints were messy, and there were signs of being rummaged everywhere. The earthen house used to store the artifacts was even more open, in a mess.

There were at least five people who did it...

Good skills, tyrannical personality, no rules...

Zhang Biao came to another corpse, pulled out the horizontal knife, looked at the boy's height, the location of the wound, and the blood splattered on the ground, slowly swung the knife, and calculated the marks.

It's Shiro's sword technique!
Zhang Biao made a judgment immediately.

The Silang sword technique was created by a knight-errant named Wu Silang a hundred years ago. The sword technique is ruthless and vicious. It pays attention to going back and forth and controlling the distance with legwork. It is most suitable for street fighting.

The upper limit of this knife technique is not high, but it is easy to learn and easy to master, and it is widely spread among a certain group of people.

It was Xianghui who did it!

In the Liang Dynasty, folk associations prevailed.

The dignitaries have some kind of book tea party, which is called reading and tasting tea, but it is actually forming a party for personal gain.

Ordinary people also like to form secret societies, get together to help each other, and worship some messy gods and Buddhas.

This fragrance will also be somewhat similar.

They are underground gangsters in various cities. They find a famous military general in history to pay homage to them. They are called Brother Loyalty, but in fact they do business by bullying the market, collecting protection fees, and lending usury.

Dragons and snakes are mixed in Yujing City, and this kind of private battle happens almost all the time.

Zhang Biao followed his father. He had seen him countless times since he was a child, and he was already numb.

What he couldn't figure out was that these native mice were usually very winking, made offerings on time, bowed their heads whenever they met, and seldom offended anyone.

Why did Xianghui attack them?
Click!

Suddenly there was the sound of dead branches breaking in the backyard.

The voice was subtle, but it broke the dead silence.

"Who?!"

Zhang Biao let out a cold snort, and rushed to the backyard in two or three steps.

I saw a small figure coming out of the dog hole in embarrassment...

(End of this chapter)