Mystery Makes Me Strong

Remember [New] for a second,! In January again, Wen Rensheng called the Purple Flower Hound to him.

"I have deduced that kung fu, and it can realize your thoughts."

"Really?" Zhao Han lay on the ground and said lazily.

It doesn't want to think about any ideals, it just wants to sleep and chew on bones.

Anyway, now it's more and more like a dog.

"Of course it's true. The exercises I deduced turn the vertical transfer of spiritual branding into horizontal transfer, establishing one node after another, and then people can share some ideas..."

"Node, sharing, isn't this Internet thinking?" Zhao Han immediately cheered up, straightened up, and shook his hair.

"The Internet? What is that?" Wen Rensheng pretended to be stupid, "In short, its appearance can make corrupt officials nowhere to hide, make the emperor no longer shut up and listen, and let the complaints of ordinary people be heard directly. God listen."

"It's useless. Of course, the emperor and the corrupt officials are not in the same group, but the emperor will not make decisions for Shengdou Xiaomin. Only himself can make decisions for himself." Zhao Han still understands this truth, and he will never be like the ancients. Hope is pinned on the emperor's wisdom.

However, she is well aware of the power of the Internet, which has changed the ecology of human society like never before.

If it is allowed to appear in the feudal martial arts society, what will happen?

Thinking of this, she became very excited, then shook her dog's head and said, "I want to learn, I want to learn."

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Three months later, Zhao Han finally learned the Heavenly Demon Blood Hidden Art after Wen Rensheng's transformation.

"Connected by heart, connected by spirit, united by heart and spirit, the world is united."

As she pondered these words, she felt more and more that the taste was extraordinary.

Isn't this what fulfills the will of the planet?

Unify all people's hearts, all wisdom consciousness is manifested in the heart.

After the exercises are connected, she has to choose a target.

Which goal is better?

She thought of Miss Eight and the Holy Maiden.

If these two people with completely different identities and statuses, what would happen if their minds were interconnected?

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Huan Yan was still in the twelfth hall, and the identities of both her and the blind man were found out, and there was no problem.

Not from any righteous sect, just a first-class country tyrant.

So join the Holy Religion smoothly.

Now she is a third-class maid in the Twelfth Hall.

Every day she is diligently practicing the basic martial arts of the Holy Religion.

On this day, Dahu came to see her.

She was happy, but the other party looked at her and left.

That night, she had a dream.

In a dream, she met a saint.

This dream is very lucid, she knows she is dreaming, but she can control most of her actions, even speaking.

Naturally, she knew the Holy Maiden. She didn't know it before, but she knows it now.

"Huan Yan, the maid of the Twelfth Hall, has seen the Holy Maiden." She hated herself so much that she did not dare to act recklessly in her dreams.

Probably because of the majesty of the other party?

Much more powerful than her father, not at the same level at all.

"Get up, it's interesting." The Purple Yarn Saint said something she couldn't understand.

"Yes, Holy Maiden." She wanted to go up and grab the other party and force him to ask the Heavenly Demon Blood Hidden Technique, but for some reason, she didn't dare to do that.

"I think your aptitude is acceptable. I will teach you a kung fu here. It is called "Shui Sheng Ming Yue".

"Thank you Saintess."

Then she listened carefully.

It's a pity that maybe because of the dream, she only remembered one-tenth of the content.

"It seems that you didn't write it down. It doesn't matter. Tomorrow night, go to the woods in the northeast corner of your palace, under the ninth tree."

When Huan Yan heard this, she woke up.

She carefully recalled the exercises in her mind, and it was indeed a very profound light exercise.

This kind of kung fu is only available in top sects.

It can only be learned by disciples who belong to the direct line.

"Could it be that the Holy Maiden actually has the ability to enter a dream?" she thought subconsciously.

She couldn't sleep at the moment, so she secretly ran to the woods in the northeast corner, but found nothing.

Until the next night, when I went back, I found that there was a volume of books hidden under the ninth tree, which was the whole secret of "water rises to the bright moon".

"The Holy Maiden has such power?" Huan Yan was shocked.

Only then did she realize how ridiculous the idea of ​​sending a big tiger to steal the exercises.

As long as people dream, they can know what they are thinking.

Fortunately, she was respectful in her dream before.

But this shock only remained for one night.

The next night, she dreamed of another person, Zuo Ning.

The two talked for a while in a dream.

"Could it be that the person who has the magical power of dreaming is actually me?" She began to get excited again.

On the third night, she realized that she was self-indulgent.

It turned out that in this dream, I actually dreamed of a square person!

The hall master of the Twelve Halls, the saintess, and others who did not know each other appeared in a square.

What is this called?

Everyone was chattering and saying anything.

"Lu Dakui? Isn't your kid undercover in Tianwumen? Why did you appear here?" Someone shouted at one person.

"Bastard, even if you are dreaming, you can't tell me the details!" The popularity was fading.

"This should be a dream, right?" The master of the Twelfth Hall was a woman, she asked in confusion.

"It's not a dream." The saint shook her head.

She practiced the Heavenly Demon Blood Hidden Technique, so she was very sensitive to spiritual aspects.

She felt it was more like connecting the thoughts of different people.

Who is it that has such power?

Inside look at the doorway.

Compared with other people's random guesses, she knew how difficult and profound it was.

Spiritual together, that is the martial arts powerhouse of the grandmaster level, can get involved.

She relied on her family's blood, and stood on the ashes of countless ancestors, so she could dabble in one or two in advance.

This power is extraordinary.

At this moment, another group of voices came.

"Wang Yuanwai, do well, this year's harvest is really bad, you can't pay the rent you set the year before."

"That's not good. It's written in black and white, and the rent is three buckets of grain per mu, regardless of age."

The saints looked up.

I saw a fat man with three dog legs, forcing rent from a poor family.

The family was kneeling on the ground, pleading bitterly.

"It's abominable!"

"These old rich landlords never give the poor a way to survive!"

Although the Holy Church acts ruthlessly and directly, on the stage it will never declare that it is to do evil, that is, to do bad things.

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Seeing this scene at this time, no matter how many people don't care, they still have to condemn the landlord who forced the rent.

"Which green onion are you? This is the land of my Wang family. It is only natural to collect rent. Even if he sells his sons and daughters, he has to pay the rent!"

"Bastard, do you dare to say where you are?" A grumpy man stepped forward and kicked him.

After this step, Wang Yuanwai was unscathed, as if he was kicked into the air.

"Who are you?" Wang Yuanwai said angrily when he saw this.

"Left Protector of the Sixteenth Hall of the Holy Sect!"

"Ah!" Wang Yuanwai took a few steps back in fright, and then disappeared.

"strangeness……"

Seeing this, the crowd became even more confused.

"Wait, I know who this Wang Yuanwai is. It's in Heifeng Town, a hundred miles below our mountain," said a Dharma protector.