Mystery Makes Me Strong

It was January again, and Wen Rensheng called the purple hound to him.

"At that time, I deduced it, and it can realize your thoughts."

"Really?" Zhao Han said lazily, lying on the ground.

It doesn't want to think about ideals or thoughts, it just wants to sleep and gnaw bones.

Anyway, now it looks more and more like a dog.

"Of course it's true. The exercises I deduced turn the vertical transfer of spiritual imprints into horizontal transfers, 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.

"Internet? What is that?" Wen Rensheng pretended to be stupid, "In short, its appearance will make corrupt officials nowhere to hide, make the emperor no longer close his eyes and listen, and make the complaints of ordinary people reach the public. God listen."

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

But she is well aware of the power of the Internet, which has changed the ecology of human society unprecedentedly.

What would happen if it were allowed to appear in the feudal martial arts society?

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 Tiansha Blood Hidden Art after Wen Rensheng's transformation, of course it has now been changed to the "Interconnection Art of Heaven and Earth".

"Connecting with hearts, connecting with spirits, uniting minds and spirits, the world is united."

As she pondered these words, she felt more and more extraordinary.

Isn't this the starting point of achieving the will of the planet?

Integrate all hearts, and all wisdom and consciousness are manifested in the heart.

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

Which target is better?

She thought of Miss Ba, and the Holy Maiden.

What would happen if these two people with completely different identities were connected in their minds?

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Huan Yan was still in the twelfth hall, and both her and the blind man's identities had been ascertained without any problems.

Not from any orthodox sect, just a top-notch local tyrant in the countryside.

So successfully joined the holy religion.

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

Every day she is practicing the basic martial arts of the holy religion.

On this day, Duo came to see her.

She was happy, but the other party took one look at her and left.

That night, she had a dream.

In the dream, she met the saint.

The dream was lucid, and she knew she was dreaming, but was able to control most of her actions, even her speech.

Naturally, she knew the saint. She didn't know her before, but now she does.

"Huan Yan, the maid of the Twelfth Palace, has seen the saint." She hated herself very much, and she didn't dare to act recklessly in her dream.

Probably because of the majesty of the other party?

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

"Get up, it's interesting." The purple yarn saintess said something she couldn't understand.

"Yes, Holy Maiden." She really wanted to go up and grab him, and force him to ask about Tiansha's hidden blood skills, but for some reason, she was afraid to do that.

"I think your aptitude is not bad. Here I will teach you a kung fu called rising water and bright moon. It is a light kung fu, so as not to be caught and trampled by people in the right way in the future." The purple yarn maiden smiled.

"Thank you, Holy Maiden."

Then she listened carefully.

It's a pity that perhaps because of the dream, she only wrote down one-tenth of the content.

"It seems that you didn't remember it. It doesn't matter. Tomorrow night, go to the forest in the northeast corner of your hall, under the ninth tree."

Huan Yan woke up when she heard this.

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

This kind of kung fu can only be found in top sects.

It can only be learned by direct disciples.

"Could it be that the saint has magical powers of dreaming?" She subconsciously thought.

She couldn't fall asleep at the moment, and sneaked to the northeast corner of the woods, but found nothing.

Until the next night, when I went again, I found that there was a book hidden under the ninth tree, which was the whole secret of "the moon rises from the water".

"The saint has such power?" Huan Yan was shocked.

Only then did she realize how ridiculous her idea of ​​sending Duhu to steal the exercises was.

People can know what they are thinking as long as they are dreaming.

Fortunately, she was quite respectful in the dream before.

But the shock lasted only one night.

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

The two talked for a while in their dreams.

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

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

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

The masters of the Twelve Halls, the saintess, and other people who did not know each other appeared in a square.

What is this called?

Everyone was chattering, saying everything.

"Lu Dakui? Aren't you an undercover agent at Tianwumen? Why did you appear here?" Someone shouted at one of them.

"Bastard, even if you are dreaming, you can't tell me the truth!" The man was furious.

"Should this be a dream?" She asked in confusion as the master of the Twelve Halls was a woman.

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

She is very sensitive to spiritual aspects because of her cultivation of Tiansha Blood Hidden Art.

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

Who is it that has such great power?

Experts look at the doorway.

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

With the spirit together, only the master-level martial arts experts can set foot in it.

She relied on her family blood and stood on the ashes of countless ancestors to dabble in advance.

This power is extraordinary.

At this moment, another group of voices came.

"Mr. Wang, please do me a favor. This year's harvest is really bad. You can't pay the rent you set the year before last."

"That can't be done, it's written in black and white, and the rent is fixed for three buckets of grain per mu, regardless of the year."

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, begging bitterly.

"It's disgusting!"

"These landlords and rich people never give the poor a way out!"

Although the Holy Cult acts ruthlessly and directly, it will never proclaim on the stage that it is doing evil or doing bad things.

Because such an organization is simply not stable.

Even the heinous imperialism will declare itself to be righteous.

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 onions are you? This is my Wang family's field. It is only natural to collect rent. Even if he sells his sons and daughters, he has to pay the full rent!"

"Bastard, can you tell me where you are?" A grumpy man stepped forward and kicked him.

With this kick, Wang Yuanwai was unscathed, as if he kicked into the air.

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

"The left guardian of the Sixteenth Hall of the Holy Cult!"

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

"strangeness……"

Seeing this, everyone was even more confused.

"Wait, I know who this king is, and it's in Heifeng Town, a hundred miles away from our mountain." A guardian said.