Chapter 23 Comprehension is always in the middle of the night
Chapter 23 Cultivation always takes place in the middle of the night
Author: Sessune No Moon
Chapter 23 Cultivation always takes place in the middle of the night
Ji Qinglin didn't want to waste a moment. After searching for so long, he finally found some clues related to his resurrection by chance, and maybe it was related to his mobile phone.
To be on the safe side, I went back to the grocery store first, picked up a tool kit and a stun gun for self-defense, and the coal boss, who hadn't been out for a long time, rushed to the old city of New East District with one person and two birds.
Xindong Street Old City was an urban development project a long time ago. Later, due to the unfinished operations of large companies, the old city did not develop.
However, because it is close to the wasteland, it has become the residence of those who have not entered the development of Kuala Lumpur city. Although it has not developed, it is not targeted by gangs and big companies because it is poor, and the folk customs can be regarded as simple.
After taking the bus to the edge of the city, I went to the marked place according to the entered map. The houses I saw along the way were old and dirty, but there were still many people living here.
Sangfeng's small courtyard is close to the edge, and there are no neighbors nearby.
Through the closed iron mesh door, you can see a lot of garbage in the courtyard. The coal boss on his shoulder took the lead and flew into the courtyard to look around.
quack--
It seems there is really no one.
The small door next to it shows signs of being opened recently.
Ji Qinglin opened the iron gate to guard against gentlemen and villains and entered the courtyard. In addition to the main room and the west wing, there was also a rain shelter built on the wall on the east side, but the pillars were already rusty.
Instead of rushing to clean up and search, Ji Qinglin planned to find out the general contents of the courtyard first, so he first went to the nearest wing and tore off the advertising cloth posted on the window, revealing the unrecognizable copper locks and iron chains underneath.
What kind of treasure is inside? Is it so well protected?
After reluctantly opening the lock, Ji Qinglin kicked the door open. The coal boss flapped his wings to shake off the falling dust.
But after entering the house, I found that there was only an old large wooden bed and a simple desk.
This Sangfeng died unjustly, so why should he lock up this little thing? He is really obsessed with money to a certain extent.
But after thinking about it carefully, Ji Qinglin felt that something was wrong, so he quickly rummaged around the house.
The coal boss flew to the bed and tapped it with his beak.
Dong dong dong——
Empty!
When he came to the wooden bed, Ji Qinglin first lifted up a corner of the big bed board and put his flashlight in to see clearly what was going on inside.
But under the weak light, Ji Qinglin could only see a dark wheel.
"This is?"
After making a general guess in his mind, Ji Qinglin forcefully opened the entire board.
The whole body is pitch black, but the carbon fiber parts still reflect an alluring luster like a beautiful woman's skin. Under the flashlight, every inch of her body's mechanical beauty is vividly displayed. Her two black silk legs have 17-inch and 15-inch front and rear wheels.
Between the two beautiful legs separated by the black wheels is the motorcycle's most mysterious and precious modified V-cylinder engine, which looks like it has never been used.
Even though he didn't know much about Kuala Lumpur's high-end motorcycle market, Ji Qinglin still knew the name of this car.
Night Owl 750!
The dark knight of motorcycles.
Even a person like me, who has no knowledge about cars, is a little excited when seeing this car. I guess it is no different for a car lover to see it than to see a naked stunning beauty.
As expected, that guy Sangfeng had prepared escape tools, and despite being a bad person, he had pretty good taste.
After taking Yu Ye as his disciple, he lacked a means of transportation, so this was really a timely help.
After checking the house again to make sure there was nothing missing, Ji Qinglin put down the wooden board again. He had better take care of this before leaving. Even Sangfeng knew that the money was not leaked.
After locking the door again, Ji Qinglin came to the main room. Judging from the dust and garbage on the ground, no one had come in for a long time. The structure was equally simple, with the bedroom being the living room.
After scanning around, Ji Qinglin first came to the front of the large flower pot in the cabin and inspected it carefully. Sure enough, it was exactly the same as the cabin that held him at that time.
But now that Sangfeng is dead, it's impossible to confirm where the cabin came from.
I had checked with Shen Bixin about Sangfeng's origins. He was a smuggler here at first, and he probably had no experience as a garbage man, so he most likely bought this place as a retreat base.
Thinking about it, Ji Qinglin came to the bookshelf and randomly pulled out a few dusty papers from it.
"Cultivation always takes place in the middle of the night" and "A Complete Collection of Yin and Yang Harmonizing Postures".
"hiss"
This bastard Sangfeng has quite a lot of information.
But when he took a closer look at the date, Ji Qinglin found that these were posters and books from many years ago.
Looking at the bookshelf full of text materials, Ji Qinglin thought to himself that it would take some time to go through everything here.
Knowing that this place was his own, in order to create a good screening environment, Ji Qinglin cleaned the entire house and threw all the garbage under the awning for disposal.
The coal boss is on the roof hooking up with passing birds.
After tidying up for an entire afternoon, the house was barely livable.
"Huh, if I had known, I would have waited for Yu Ye to recover and let her do it."
After saying that, he picked up a large pile of information and sat in front of the old sofa to sort through it carefully.
"Campus Spring" and "Taoist Thirteen Panties". Most of them are advertisements and pornographic magazines from many years ago.
This looks like the house of a senior otaku.
Fortunately, I didn't bring Yu Ye here, otherwise my image as a master would be completely over.
Ji Qinglin flipped through each book one by one, fearing that he would miss something valuable.
But after looking through the pages, there was still nothing to gain. Just when Ji Qinglin was about to take a break and go out to eat first, a thin booklet fell out of the "Secret Method of Hehuan Zen" that he opened with a "clack".
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The booklet had no cover, and the paper was yellow and even brittle. A lot of paper crumbled when it fell to the ground. It was obviously older than these books.
When Ji Qinglin saw this, he didn't dare to pick it up rashly, so he flipped through it carefully on the ground. The printing of the booklet was also relatively rough, but the words "Instruction Manual" could be vaguely seen on the outer layer. When he turned to the next page, small words appeared on the paper.
The illustration made Ji Qinglin feel nervous.
Because the picture above is very similar to the "mobile phone" interface that I have never successfully entered. Although it is obviously different in size and layout, it should obviously be the same thing.
In his excitement, Ji Qinglin wanted to lie down on the ground and read carefully, but he found that the remaining pages actually showed a similar interface, but from a different angle.
I thought it was just another empty rejoicing, but when I turned to the last page, Ji Qinglin saw the words "reset method".
To reset, just use the owner's blood to draw a Tai Chi diagram on the palm of your right hand.
Thinking of treating a dead horse as a live doctor, Ji Qinglin stood up, took out a knife, cut his finger, and drew a simple Tai Chi diagram on the palm of his right hand.
There was nothing strange at first, until the blood Taichi on the painting was quickly absorbed by the palm of his right hand.
Immediately afterwards, the originally dark palm of his right hand gradually lit up, and a projected interactive interface that was quite ancient compared to the holographic images of this era appeared on the palm, with a line of small words displayed on it:
"Reset completed, please enter new password."
Ji Qinglin was anxious to see what was inside, so he thought to himself that he would just set up a random one first.
As a result, a new line of words appeared in the palm of my hand:
"Hello, the power-on password has been set successfully. It is 'Let's set a random one first'."
(╬)?
I was a little confused at first, but then I thought about it, this thing is connected to my body, and there seems to be no problem in controlling my mind.
After re-entering the password, the background that says "Tao Heart Resides Forever" gradually becomes clear, and four small icons appear together. It looks like the APP that comes with the mobile phone of that era, but the name is a bit unique:
Thousands of miles of connections, clouds and seas of air, spiritual consciousness and the Beidou map.