I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Chapter 185: Food is the most important thing, the temple of the five internal organs

Juma City, evening.

Wang Xiangqian came out of the military camp and returned to his residence. He saw several children in the small courtyard loading washed and dried wheat into bamboo baskets.

"Sister, you are back!"

Wang Qianqian responded, smiled and touched the little girl's head.

When Su Hanshan sent someone to take Wang Xiangqian to Juma City, Wang Xiangqian left several children at Dongping. After all, they were already used to living there and had people taking care of them.

Although Juma City is more lively and prosperous, it also means greater uneasiness in the hearts of the people in Wangjiacun.

Unexpectedly, a while ago, a few children actually sneaked into the caravan arranged by the city lords on both sides.

Although Wang Xiangqian scolded him a few times at the time, he later arranged for the children to live here.

She is now regarded as a trainer among Jiangdong soldiers and horses, with accommodation, food and salary. After teaching the Mahamudra training method to Jiangdong veterans, she was also arranged to teach the new recruits who were selected and trained from the city. Her schedule is full. Those worries have long since faded away.

However, based on her current understanding of martial arts and the connection between the body and the soul, even if it is a master with a spirit in the body, if the body dies, the soul will soon have problems, even if it is in a dream, it should dissipate Bar.

The middle-aged man smiled sheepishly: "We just thought that if we could practice the drill in our dreams, we might have a better chance of escaping when we encounter a living zombie chasing and biting us."

Several children cheered, wiped their faces, cleared the table and dishes, and then went back to their rooms to rest.

Wang Qianqian was stunned. He had never considered this issue before.

After all, you can only rely on the strength of your muscles and bones to grab, knead, and crush the wheat husks. The wheat husks are broken into pieces like flour, and you can't pick them out from the mixture. The taste is not good.

The person who asked this question was actually a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard. He did not have the poise that one should have at such an age when he was starting a family and starting a business.

There was a huge chorus of agreement immediately among the hundreds of people, all of them were talking happily about the possibility of being chased and bitten by living corpses.

Wang Xiangqian also practiced the breathing and breathing technique. Several strands of internal force emitted from his hands, and he wrapped a lot of wheat in one breath. When grinding, the internal force intervened in layers. The wheat bran was crushed and flattened, but not shattered, and the wheat kernel was crushed. After being flattened, it becomes powder, which is much more convenient than a grindstone.

"Teacher, coach, if we are in good health, but we pretend to be chased by a large group of living corpses in our dreams, and let others beat and bite me, what will happen if we are bitten to death in the dream?"

Every veteran has to lead a large group of people to practice there, ranging from a dozen or dozens of people to many. An experienced coach may lead hundreds of novices at night.

After a little shaking, the flour leaked into the barrel, leaving only the yellow wheat husks.

Mrs. Cui led a large group of people over and explained a few words.

Wang Xiangqian was used to being a coach, and he was very comfortable organizing hundreds of people to practice, but today's few hundred people were a little different.

Ever since the soldiers and horses from Juma City went to teach the people from Bonan City to practice sparring for the first time, every time they fell asleep, they were familiar with the road, and it didn't take long to find the opposite side.

"Teacher!"

Wang Qianqian sat on a small stool, took over the sieve and wooden bucket, stretched out his hand, dug out a large handful of wheat from the bamboo basket, and placed it on a plate between his hands. Soon, there were a lot of broken wheat husks. Mixed with flour it fell on the sieve.

In the past month, more and more people have entered the dream world, and the distance in the dream world is different from reality.

"Well, we will do more than today and provide a table for the villagers."

Now that winter has come, she is still thinking about what the elders said, thinking about having a meal of dumplings, and asking her younger brothers and sisters to prepare them first.

Just as Wang Xiangqian was about to say something, his little sister had already raised her head and said with a smile: "Sister, will we still eat dumplings during the winter solstice this year?"

"Why would you think of such a thing?"

"When sparring, follow the steps we teach. The main thing is to arouse the emotion of confrontation, not to kill the opponent."

If you climb to the height of a strange tree and look out, even if you are more than ten feet above the ground, you can only see an endless crowd of people among the mountains and desert sand.

"Need not."

"I……"

Different from the cold night and the cold moonlight in reality, the dreamland does not feel cold at all, but is very lively.

Wang Qianqian drank two bowls of hot water and sat on his kang in a daze for a while.

The younger sister touched her belly and thought of her father and mother, "There was a time when we ate dumplings during the winter solstice. Dad had to work and the dumplings were not enough. He also had to eat an extra bowl of wheat rice. Now we only eat dumplings." You’ll be full.”

"It's delicious."

"Xiao Wang, these five hundred are handed over to you. They are all new today. After tonight, I will keep the worst one hundred tomorrow and continue to be taught by you. The rest let them practice in groups by themselves."

Wang Xiangqian had a headache. "Whether it's physical death or death in a dream, it's still very harmful and dangerous. Don't try this. If you really die, you won't regret taking the medicine."

She didn't know what she was thinking about. When she came back to her senses, she glanced at the sky, quickly closed her eyes, and breathed evenly. It didn't take long before she entered the dreamland.

"I asked around and found out that Aunt Liu's house on the west side of the street has a big millstone and a donkey that can pull the mill. Recently, several people have come to grind wheat at her place and they can just share some flour as payment."

Bonan, Luoxi, Tongchuan, and various cities in Chang'an. Up to now, a large number of people have fallen asleep in each city. The number is so large that Wang Xiangqian can't figure it out anyway.

The prepared dumplings are filled with wild vegetables and chicken, mixed with boiled chicken fat. When making the dumplings, they smell fragrant. As soon as I made a few, my little brother couldn't wait to boil water.

A young man who seemed to be about the same age as her brother asked loudly, "Have you been in this dream for a long time? Do you know that if someone falls asleep before death and his body dies, what will happen to him in the dream?" What will happen? Can you still survive?"

Wang Qianqian said with relief, "It will be like this every year from now on."

The dumplings were put into the pot in three batches. The first batch was the smallest, so everyone had a taste of it. The next two batches made the children's stomachs grow round and they laughed for a while before they stopped.

Before Wang Xiangqian could answer, someone shouted again.

If you are a person who specializes in spiritual martial arts, grinding wheat with bare hands is still a troublesome thing, even if you have reached the state of perfect internal refining.

My sister said, "Shall we go now? If we go late, someone else may occupy it."

Wang Xiangqian always felt something was wrong.

Normal people would be very scared to talk about this kind of thing, or at least they would be worried, and even to seek good luck, it would be best not to mention it at all.

Wangjiacun used to be like this.

Moreover, Wang Xiangqian and the others knew that there was a war going on in Chang'an. When they recently came into contact with people from other cities in Chang'an, they found that those people also had the idea of ​​seeking good luck and did not want to mention the living corpse too much.

Why are these people in front of me so completely opposite? Are they all fearless and brave people who look down on life and death?

"They have been stretched for too long, exceeded the limit, and have become accustomed to it. But if they suddenly encounter something extraordinary like a group dream, their mentality will become more strange."

Su Hanshan's voice suddenly came from behind, "After all, these people are from Xiongguan in the west, the city that is really on the front line." Wang Xiangqian was startled: "City Lord?!"

Su Hanshan touched a big tree behind him, looked over with a smile, and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. How have you been lately?"

"It's very good. I also had dumplings today. The snow-white dough and swollen fillings are very fragrant."

Wang Xiangqian said sincerely, "It would be great if I could always live like this in the future."

There was a man in black standing next to Su Hanshan, his eyes sweeping over.

"If Chang'an loses, Juma City will have no choice but to consider going to sea to eat salted fish."

Wang Qianqian couldn't help but frown, bah bah bah, why is this man speaking so unluckily?

However, the hundreds of people who were noisy just now became much quieter after seeing this man in black. They looked at each other and wanted to bow and salute.

"That's all."

The man in black waved his hand, "You should practice well with the instructor. Don't think about dangerous things. Remain useful and dedicate your fighting spirit. Only then will you be more likely to help our soldiers and protect our homeland."

Su Hanshan asked Wang Qianqian to teach these people in another place, then turned around and said: "Old Du, you seem to be a little dissatisfied with my instructor?"

"Chang'an and the world share weal and woe. At this critical time of life and death, your men show no sign of nervousness and solemnity and are actually talking about dumplings here."

Du Wentong snorted, "You are here, if you are my subordinate, you will definitely reprimand them and straighten out their morale!"

He obviously had issues not only with Wang Xiangqian, but also with Yang Baifa's veteran style.

Because Wang Qianqian was not the only one who was greeting his colleagues and talking about dinner.

"Food is the most important thing for the people, and it is not strange to talk about such important things as heaven. Moreover, things must be done in a hurry and life must be slow. If you wait too long, you will be damaged."

Su Hanshan shook his head and said, "You don't really think that those people in Xiongguan in the west always come up with dangerous and fantastic ideas because they have a good mentality. In fact, it's because they are under too much pressure. "

"People like those in Juma City who know about the war in Chang'an may not be nervous. Think about it, in this world, who can really relax after hearing the words "living zombie army"?

"It was Lao Yang who thought everything through from the beginning and made many orders so that they could take more care of their own lives and not worry about everything, wasting their minds and hearts, and instead creating an atmosphere of restlessness."

Du Wentong frowned, remembering that he was fighting in the west, the easternmost city of Chang'an, but almost caused a big mess.

Although it is said that some people are fanning the flames, the overall depressing and unbearable atmosphere is an indisputable fact.

"I did hear that the folk customs in various cities have become much more stable recently. It turns out that it is not only because of the hope that the dream of the sky has brought them, but also because of the mentality of your subordinates, which has had a new impact on them?"

Du Wentong's mentality relaxed a little, and then he was able to take stock of the surrounding environment.

Suhan Mountain travels from east to west, leaving resonances of dreams in the sky in every city, and finally reaches Xiongguan in the west.

Although Du Wentong had seen news about these things before, tonight was the first time he entered this dreamland.

"The existence of the dream in the sky can confirm what you said. However, thousands of soldiers and civilians have been dreaming for dozens of days. So far, I still haven't felt that it has any concrete help on the battlefield."

Du Wentong stared at Su Hanshan, "Yuan Zhen realized a set of methods for condensing the Burning Sky Baoyu back then, which involves transforming high towers in each city, absorbing the wandering thoughts of all the spirits in the city, and condensing the treasure mist of all spirits, until the weight of the treasure mist reaches Boundaries, brought together, can be precipitated into jade.”

"This set of methods is only related to the number of people and has nothing to do with their mentality. Therefore, since the war started, the speed of the gathering of the Wanling Baoyu is still the same. Without new Baoyu, we have accumulated only the Burning Heaven Baoyu. Just one."

Su Hanshan said: "The will of the sky is prepared to accumulate for a period of time and to show the results of the dream at the right time. Only in this way can the corpse demon be faced with a serious setback and form a truly effective counterattack."

Du Wentong looked up: "Do you have to trust the sky? But until now, I have never seen the blue sun above the sea that you mentioned."

"Then tell me something you can control."

Su Hanshan said, "I heard that the Nine Phoenix Pill, one of the twenty-four holy spirits, is in your hand. The Nine Phoenix Pill corresponds to a dream symbol shaped like a nine-headed phoenix. The power contained in it is not only It is comparable to that of a god."

"If you or your sister can bypass the filter of the Holy Spirit and directly receive blessings from the nine-headed phoenix, there should be a significant increase in combat power."

After a person obtains a divine soul, it is impossible to absorb a different type of divine soul, because the alien divine soul will be directly dispelled and destroyed by the characteristics of his own soul.

And if it is the same type of soul, absorbing it will not have any effect, because the soul and body of the warrior have already been alienated in that direction, and the same type of soul can no longer bring good stimulation.

However, dream symbols are different. Even those dream symbols that correspond to the Holy Spirit and appear to have been carefully crafted, the power contained within them is still vast and diverse, and they are by no means limited to one direction.

If a spiritual warrior can directly communicate with the dream symbols, there will be similarities that can be used to take over, and differences that can be blessed, they will definitely gain a lot.

Compared with the secret arts of the soul, resonance explores the path of the energy of heaven and earth.

This route of directly communicating with the symbols of the underwater dreams of all living beings is many times more difficult than exploring the energy of heaven and earth in normal times.

However, due to the invasion of the source of the corpse transformation, the will of the sky was awakened in advance to resist, and the dreams of all living beings communicated with reality on a large scale. This route has the possibility of a rapid advancement.

"In addition to Jiufeng Dan, we also have Elephant King Bell and Lingxi Huan."

Du Wentong said, "But Yuan Zhen has followed your guidance before to understand the Nine-Headed Phoenix. Whether she sat quietly to comprehend or directly attacked with a gun, she has not received a response. Her understanding is the highest among us. If she doesn’t have a clue, it will be even more difficult for us.”

Among the local warriors Su Hanshan had seen, not to mention Zen Master Haha, who had been confused for many years after turning into a zombie demon, Yang Baifa and Du Yuanzhen were the most outstanding among the living.

One of these two people can directly leave the body with his soul, pass through the Holy Spirit Portal, and reach the sea of ​​dreams of all living beings.

The other one can understand the method of condensing the Burning Sky Baoyu through the use of the Soft Spear and deep contemplation.

If the source of the corpse transformation hadn't interfered too violently, the Will of Heaven would have contacted the two of them long ago.

"Both Princess Du and Lao Yang have enough understanding. It's just that there has never been such a precedent in the world, and there is no experience to follow, which makes them hesitant."

Su Hanshan looked at the tree in front of him and said, "Please do me a favor, Lao Du, and call them over. I'll try and give them an example."

Du Wentong said in surprise: "You are already sure...wait a minute, is the dream symbol that corresponds to your practice concept this tree?"

"The dream symbols corresponding to my major exercises are too vast, and I don't have much confidence, so I settled for the next best thing."

Su Hanshan said, "Although my self-created skills are still immature and weak, my control is the highest. Therefore, based on this, I looked for the corresponding concept and found this tree. Look at it like what?"

The roots of this strange tree are huge and knotted, divided into five colors, and swell and bulge in all directions, like a simple house.

Compared with the tree roots, the trunk is too slender. It does not look like the relationship between the trunk and the roots, but more like a flagpole erected from the house. The branches and leaves at the top are the flags.

"A house? But most people don't hang flags in their homes..."

Du Wentong had a flash of inspiration and said, "Is this a temple?"

Su Hanshan smiled and said, "Yes, this is the Temple of the Five Internal Organs."

(End of this chapter)