I want to embrace the moon for nine days

"I have completed the thirty-three steps of the ladder and have broken through to the true realm."

In the quiet room, a copper basin and water were prepared, and a small bronze mirror was placed at the bottom of the water.

Situ Yuntao's projection had just condensed over the basin, and he couldn't help but look surprised when he heard such a sentence.

"So fast?! The last time you and I talked, didn't we estimate that it would take nearly a year to achieve a safe breakthrough?"

“With some unexpected opportunities and inspiration, I made a breakthrough ahead of schedule.”

Su Hanshan spread his right hand forward, and many soft golden rays of light rose from his palm. Each ray of light was more than ten times thinner than a hair.

The internal force can be so fine, and it can be maintained after being sent out of the body.

This is a conclusive evidence that after practicing the Thirty-three Sections of the Heavenly Ladder, you have replayed the hidden meridians on your own.

"Good! Good!"

Situ Yuntao's eyes brightened slightly and he praised. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He said, "Since I invited you to attend the Shenwei Banquet, you have really surprised me many times. When I participate in the True Inheritance Trial in the future, maybe your strength will be , will exceed our best expectations.”

"But from the look on your face, you have something else important to talk to me about. It doesn't hurt to just say it."

Su Hanshan took advantage of the situation and said: "The opportunity I got this time, in addition to inspiring my personal practice, is also of great benefit to the recruitment and training of new soldiers. It is possible to reduce the consumption of food, wine and meat that has reached the stage of Qi Hai Xiaocheng. To one-tenth of the original value.”

He talked about some cultivation formulas in the world of martial arts and his experience in training soldiers and horses in Chang'an City.

Although it was not complete, it was enough to make Situ Yuntao moved.

Even Su Hanshan is now thinking about training soldiers and horses and cultivating his own power. Situ Yuntao's demands in this regard will only be earlier and more urgent than him.

The more troops that can be controlled, the more new soldiers they want to train, and the more troublesome the loss of food becomes.

"I can hand over these complete sets of cultivation methods and military training experience to my senior brother, but I have one request."

Su Hanshan's eyes darkened slightly and he continued, "I killed Mei Li, the leader of the Feiliu Sword Sect's Punishment Hall. Next, I will kill more of them. When the time comes, their sect leaders may attack me after hearing the news."

"I would like to ask my senior brother to dispatch a master in the Xuantai realm to help me offset this worry."

Xuantai masters start with the energy of heaven and earth equivalent to ten times their own skill.

Liu Zhaoheng, the leader of the Feiliu Sword Sect, had entered the Xuantai realm many years ago. Even if he needed to suppress the sword spirit now, Su Hanshan didn't think he had any chance of winning against him.

If you need to find foreign aid, you have to find it.

Situ Yuntao himself is in the Xuantai realm, but if he can compete with the Situ family, he must have reliable support and be in the Snow Ridge for a long time.

"Feiliu Sword Sect?"

After listening to Su Hanshan's explanation of the grudge process, Situ Yuntao knew that the grudge could not be resolved. He frowned slightly and pondered for a while.

"The current structure of Xueling is that all parties and departments restrain each other and cannot be broken through fighting. Feiliu Sword Sect is also a very important part. In the past many years, anyone who wants to break up with Feiliu Sword Sect must consider , after doing it yourself, will the fisherman benefit from it?"

"but……"

He was silent for a few breaths, then suddenly his brows relaxed, and he changed the subject, "The past was the past, and the present is now. The vision of all the rivers in the world being red has been revealed, and the situation anywhere can be changed."

"Your strength has grown by leaps and bounds, and you have developed a grudge against the Feiliu Sword Sect. This may be an opportunity."

"Just do whatever you want. Don't worry about Liu Zhaoheng's existence, but you have to face the threats from others on your own."

"Don't be careless. I don't want to lose a scheduled junior disciple and a set of secrets for training soldiers."

As soon as he finished speaking, Situ Yuntao's shadow disappeared.

Su Hanshan raised his eyebrows slightly and walked out of the quiet room without hesitation.

The necessary preparations have been made, and then there is no need to waste any time.

If he delays for a moment longer, Uncle Zuo may be at risk.

………………

On a clear day, the sun shines all over the earth.

The mountain forests in the north have not yet thawed in large areas, but the snow on the trees has melted a lot under the continuous sunshine, and the ice edges have become clearer and more transparent, revealing the dark branches.

The boulders and cliffs are still black under the reflection of the white snow, and the trampled roads in the mountains are still black.

The vast and rugged mountains and rivers are a world depicted in black and white.

Two men in white cloaks were flying through the mountains, their bodies mingled with each other. The only difference between them and the forest was their names.

Their surname is Lan.

The man with thin eyes is named Lan Qianfang, and the other man with a hooked nose is named Lan Yuanshi. They both belong to the secret hall of Feiliu Sword Sect.

Lan Qianfang suddenly stopped on the snow and took out a ring-shaped jade pendant in his arms.

The jade pendant was emitting white light. Lan Qianfang pinched a few seals, and after infusing the energy, a middle-aged man's voice came out.

"It's me, Mei Li, have you found the sword slave over there?"

"not yet."

Lan Qianfang said, "The Sword Slave was seriously injured when he defected, but I'm afraid it was also because the injury was so severe that even his bloodline perception would sometimes become unstable and he would wander around like a headless fly."

"We judged that he would be looking for his daughter, but along the way, his route was really twists and turns, and he vomited blood in many places, making it difficult for us to distinguish where he was going."

Lan Yuanshi also flew over: "Currently, our three halls have been divided into four search routes. Each hall has its own true form realm. The three halls' heavenly ladder combined will be responsible for one path. But if we continue, I'm afraid it will be divided into more. route."

Meili said: "I have already captured his daughter. It took a lot of effort. Fortunately, I didn't alert the tough guys at Songhe Martial Arts School. When they wanted to investigate afterwards, they had no clues. Don't worry. People from Situ Yuntao's side got involved."

Lan Qianfang was happy: "Okay, this way, we can wait and see. No matter how many detours he takes, as long as he doesn't die on the way, he will always come to find his daughter."

"Well, you keep the sound transmission jade pendant in the open state so that I can determine the direction and rush to meet you."

Meili said, "In addition, Lan Yuanshi, please contact a few other people to see if they have any new information. If the sword slave has been caught by them, we don't have to go through any trouble."

The sound from Yupei's side quickly disappeared, leaving only the sound of the wind, as if he was on his way. Lan Qianfang and Lan Yuanshi were not idle either. After contacting others, they still searched according to their original routes.

The people in the secret hall are different from the public servants of Feiliu Sword Sect. They have been recruited and trained since childhood. They do extremely harsh and cruel things in exchange for merit.

Therefore, they have always been more enthusiastic about meritorious deeds. Even if some of them have reached high positions in the sect, this habit has not changed.

Mei Li was the previous generation leader of the Secret Hall. Because he had made many meritorious deeds and was old, he was transferred to the Penal Hall by the sect leader. This gave him a high-level status in the public eye, and he enjoyed honors when he came in and out. There were already many year.

This time, even Mei Li was so active in pursuing the sword slave. How could Lan Qianfang and Lan Yuanshi be slacking off?

After walking a few miles, they discovered that a large number of people were passing by in a mountain col not far away. They stopped to check and saw no figure who might be the Sword Slave before continuing forward.

The total number of people in that group was less than a hundred, and there were thirty powerful men with steel swords on their waists and riding horses.

The rest of the people were all young men and women, uniformly dressed in shabby clothes, even like beggars. They were dirty, their hands were tied with ropes, and they were walking with fear on their faces.

These people on horseback were all slave traders.

The wealthy and wealthy households in the Chu Dynasty all had the custom of raising slaves, but the severity differed from place to place. Here in Xueling, it was originally regarded as a minor. Even if you sell yourself into slavery, you must have a deed of sale witnessed by the government so that the slave can be traced. If the origin of the child is unknown, the trafficker will be prosecuted.

However, after the refugees from Shanyang County poured into Xueling, many wealthy families took the opportunity to select slaves or take them as hermits. Few local governments could manage them, which gave these slave traders the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Most of the refugees who were able to successfully escape to the Snow Ridge were tough. Even if they were sold into slavery, they would not go through the traffickers and there would be no money to be made.

They wandered around remote villages and towns, looking at those good-looking young men and women, trying to abduct them, and sell them to other places. They pretended to be refugees and evaded government supervision, making a lot of money.

In the ice and snow, some weak-tempered boys and girls could not help but cry softly as they walked.

The man on horseback shouted: "Why are you crying? The weather is getting warmer now. If you dared to cry a while ago, your face would be frozen to death. I am taking you to enjoy the blessings. From now on, you don't have to farm or work." Earn money, but I don’t know how many people want to go there but there’s no way.”

The boys and girls had obviously been taught a lesson by these people many times. After being frightened by this, their cries immediately became much lower, but some of them still couldn't stop and murmured about their parents at home.

Among these human traffickers, there were many people with martial arts skills and sharp eyesight. They could hear the murmurs clearly, but they just snorted and didn't take it to heart.

Their parents are just simple country people who may have never traveled far in their lives. Even if they lose their children and are anxious, they don't know how to chase these habitual criminals, let alone whether they can get their children back after they catch up.

Traffickers are used to doing this kind of business, and they just spot honest people who are easy to bully.

Unexpectedly, when this group of people was about to walk through the mountain col, a figure suddenly sat up in the snow on the roadside.

The patch of snow was flat and flat, no different from anywhere else, and I didn't know how this person hid in it or how long he stayed there.

The traffickers immediately reined in their horses and pressed their knives, becoming alert.

Although he looked like a beggar with unkempt hair and tattered clothes, he must have put in some effort to be able to hide in the snow for a long time in such weather.

The leader of the human traffickers was polite when he opened his mouth and asked cross-talk.

The beggar turned a deaf ear and walked straight into the crowd, scaring the young men and women into hastily avoiding him.

"Who... called me..."

The beggar's tone was stagnant, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. He looked around with confusion.

He clearly heard someone calling daddy. It was a nice girl's voice, very familiar. It belonged to him... who was it?
In short, he is a very important person.

But no one in front of me called daddy anymore, and there was no such voice.

Many scenes seemed to flash through the beggar's mind, cracked and messy colors, the prey he brought home, and he taught a vague-faced girl how to smell the prey, and laughed when the girl was smoked.

Next to him, there was a more mature woman's voice blaming him, but it was all broken and incoherent.

What suddenly appeared in his mind was a different sky. There were swords everywhere, huge stone swords, broken palaces, sword-like pools, sword-shaped canyons, flying rusty swords, broken swords, and broken swords. .

"Long Sheng, Yun'er..."

The beggar's face was dull, his body was stiff, and he showed no reaction to the traffickers' increasingly impatient tone and probing glances.

He had been thinking about those things recently, and hearing those voices seemed like a weak woman was telling him something, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

However, there was still someone chasing him, such a fierce person, which made him vomit blood all the time. He moved from one place to another, and had no time to recall and put together the broken pictures.

After all, the traffickers were not prepared to cause trouble, so they took the boys and girls with them to avoid this weird beggar. Some traffickers got off their horses and grabbed the boys and girls.

When the strong man roughly grabbed a little girl with a dirty face, the little girl screamed in pain. The next moment, he felt severe pain in his wrist, as if it was clamped by iron pliers.

The weird beggar reached out and held his wrist, turning his head to look at him, his eyes still so dull.

The traffickers were already nervous, so when they saw him doing something, they all pounced on him with their swords drawn.

Their murderous intentions and malice were like needle pricks, causing the sluggish beggar to suddenly stir and "swing" the strong man in his hand.

The body, as strong as a bear, with a shiny face and not afraid of freezing in the cold wind, drew an arc in mid-air and hit the ground.

Boom! ! !
When the sound came out, all the traffickers, without even having time to change their expressions, were suddenly beaten into pools of blood and mud by the invisible force from above.

The ground between the mountains seemed to have twenty-nine huge blood-colored flowers.

Only the strong man who was held in the hands of the beggar still kept his body intact, but his eyes were turned white and he was unconscious.

All the horses, all the young men and women, stared blankly at this scene.

Even the horse's eyes showed extreme fear when the beggar's figure was reflected.

With a scream, these boys, girls and horses fled in all directions like frightened birds.

The beggar held the strong man in his hand and looked at those who escaped, but he couldn't identify which little girl it was. He had read out the familiar voice before.

He stood there blankly, but soon his eyes became fierce, like a wounded beast.

On the hillside ahead, two figures in white cloaks had turned back and attacked.

(End of this chapter)