Start Ren Jiazhen: Six-year-old Tianshi

"Master, what are you going to do?"

Shi Jian raised his head and asked with hope in his eyes.

On the side, Shi Shaojian held his butt between his legs, secretly wanting to stand up, but he couldn't stand the pain.

The old man Maokong smiled sadly, wisps of light flickered in all directions as he waved his hands.

If you look closely at the wisps of light, they are all thunder.

But it doesn't show any sound, doesn't show its sharpness, just like gurgling water, warm and silent.

But both Shi Jian and Shi Shaojian were nervous and did not dare to move at all.

For fear of being scratched by this dim light.

"How to do?"

Mao Kong smiled dumbly, and when he looked up, his face was full of gloom: "What else do we need to do to deal with a brat?"

"Shi Jian."

Mao Kong turned his back and shouted.

"Master, I'm here." Shi Jian knelt on the ground and shouted hastily.

"You go to Lin Jiu's house now, do you know what to do after you go?" Mao Kong said softly.

Hearing the sound, Shi Jian's eyes bulged, as if he couldn't figure out what Mao Kong meant.

"Hmph, don't you know how to complain when someone beats you up?" Mao Kong's voice turned cold.

After careful consideration, Shi Jian understood what it meant.

"Master, I have not recovered from this serious injury..." Shi Jian said in embarrassment.

"I want you to not reveal your serious injuries, even your recovery, understand?" Mao Kong said meaningfully.

Hearing the sound, Shi Jian gritted his teeth, and met Mao Kong's gaze, he couldn't do without agreeing!
Following Shi Jian's nod, Mao Kong turned around and flicked his sleeves.

"Boom!"

The entire Jintan Town was thundered like a blue sky and a bright day, and countless people were so frightened that their necks shrank.

And this was just the sound of Mao Kong leaving gracefully.

in the inn.

"Master." Shi Shaojian shouted, moved over with his buttocks in his hands and said in a low voice.

"Father, with Master here, why do you have a worried expression?"

"You know nothing." Shi Jian looked around carefully, then lowered his voice.

"Your master wants me to confront Lin Jiu, so that your master can come directly as a questioner!"

After finishing speaking, Shi Jian seemed to think of Zhou Yun, couldn't help shivering, and didn't want to say more.

"There is a pack of Bailingsan in the cabinet on the bed, and you apply it on the wound yourself. You are not allowed to step out of the room until I come back."

Hearing the sound, Shi Shaojian nodded hastily: "Okay!"

For Shi Shaojian, having medicine now is better than anything else, who cares what Shi Jian is doing.

the other side.

yard.

"Uncle Master, look at Wencai's appearance, is there anything you can do?"

Qiu Sheng squatted on the ground, looking eagerly at Zhou Yun who was sitting on the chair.

In front of him, Wen Cai sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes tightly closed.

But this look...

"Wen Cai, what will happen to me this afternoon?" Qiu Sheng asked.

As soon as Wen Cai raised his head and glanced at Qiu Sheng, he suddenly seemed to have a good idea.

His whole body shook violently, and the abacus returned to its place.

"Clap clap clap."

The ten fingers were twitching back and forth, as if they were fucking beads.

Literary talent itself is the abacus.

With a shiver on the spot, Wen Cai widened his eyes and muttered: "You, you, you, you, you are going to be beaten this afternoon, there may be bloody disaster..."

Qiu Sheng slapped his forehead: "Na Na Na, Master Uncle, look, Wen Cai is just talking about it now."

Zhou Yun was sitting on a chair with his chin propped on one hand and a smile on his face.

"Are you sure?"

Qiu Sheng patted his head: "I can't tell, but it's scary."

After speaking, Qiu Sheng yelled at Wen Cai again: "Don't talk nonsense, what kind of bloody disaster can happen to me, besides, Master Uncle..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yun pressed his shoulder and suppressed the second half of the sentence.

At the same time Zhou Yun glanced at Wen Cai: "Calm down, close your eyes!"

As soon as the four characters came out, Wen Cai suddenly rolled on his back a few times as if he had been hit with a hammer.

"Hey." Qiu Sheng was taken aback.

"If he had looked at me just now, he would have lost all energy and spirit by now."

Zhou Yun smiled meaningfully: "Must die!!!"

Hearing the sound, Qiusheng stood up in fright.

Not far away, Wencai got up tremblingly, clutching his head as if in pain.

"Forget it, never mind, you don't know if this ability is a blessing or a curse, you have such a temper..." Zhou Yun waved his hand lightly.

Wencai floated over immediately.

Zhou Yun pointed his finger, and Wen Cai knelt down limply on the ground.

It is also a good thing to have this opportunity to be someone with a more mature mind.

But Wencai's character is a typical person who likes to play games, so he might have to wait for him to mature.

Although Liuyang Divination is not a top method.

But any technique, as long as it goes to the extreme, has its own uniqueness.

Zhou Yunchang's Six Suns Art, the level of perfection is the true sense of the six suns divination of heaven and earth to the extreme.

If literary talents can be mastered.

Looking around the world, as long as you are not a strong person in the realm of celestial masters, no matter what kind of divination techniques you use, you may not be able to compare with literary talents.

As for the celestial masters, they are already at different levels, detached from cause and effect, which is the most heaven-defying thing.

Therefore, if literary talents can be mastered and fully integrated, then it can be regarded as the foundation for walking in the world.

But this kid's weird behavior is indeed fortune-telling.

But it was an unintentional move, following the heavenly stems and earthly branches in his mind.

It was his own energy that was consumed.

If he met a strong person, maybe this one glance would really count him to vomit blood and die.

"Writing talent."

Zhou Yun shouted softly, and the voice entered Wencai's sea of ​​consciousness.

Wen Cai raised his head slowly.

"You can't master this technique now, but since it's your chance, I won't let it go."

"If there is still fate in the future, this technique will appear before your eyes again."

"Understand?"

While Zhou Yun was speaking, strands of golden light flickered on his fingertips.

Bit by bit, the true energy of the six suns was suppressed in the depths of the sea of ​​literary knowledge.

At the same time, Wencai's eyes also regained clarity.

Looking at Zhou Yun's face through the golden light.

"Uncle Master, is the world still mine?" Wen Cai asked hastily.

Zhou Yun smiled: "Your world must be yours!"

After Zhou Yun tapped his fingertips, Wen Cai's head tilted and he passed out.

Take a closer look at Wencai's extra spin on the top of his head.

It's just stuck under the scalp, and you can't see it unless you look carefully.

"Master's uncle, Wencai..." Qiusheng hastily greeted him.

"The power is sealed, and the future is unknown. If Wencai has a chance, it might not be possible to reopen it, but for now, this kid is still plain."

Zhou Yun smiled, and immediately stood up and looked outside the door.

"Get ready, the guests are coming!"

Hearing that Qiusheng hadn't reacted yet.

"Boom!!!"

A thunderstorm seemed to spread throughout Jintan Town, and exclamations followed the sound of the wind.

This thunderstorm during the day is indeed a bit frightening.

At the same time, at the door, Lin Jiu rushed in with a flustered look on his face.

"Don't panic."

Zhou Yun raised his head and looked outside the door, a trace of deepness flashed in his eyes.

"He didn't even come here for the purpose of making such a big commotion. He seems to be a grumpy person."

Recalling what Mao Wu said, Zhou Yun smiled.

Brothers of the same school, don't make it so stiff...

But being a human being also needs to pay attention to propriety.

If passed.

But there is no sympathy.