I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Before dawn, Guo Dongliang got up from the beggar's nest where he slept and walked out sickly.

His hair was like tangled grass, his face was sallow, his eyes were dark, and he was wrapped in two or three layers of tattered clothes, which could not cover his whole body even if they were overlapped. His shoes were even more torn, exposing his toes, and his whole body was covered with tears. The stench is overwhelming.

Anyone looking at him like this would not be able to tell that more than five months ago, he was still a good hand in the dyeing and weaving factory.

He looked at his reflection in the puddle and couldn't remember what he looked like before. All he could think about was going to Huatuo Temple.

Hua Tuo Temple sells cigarettes. They sell a lot of cigarettes and have many customers, including some who stay overnight.

While it's still dark, go to the entrance of Huatuo Temple. When the guests come out, get up close and take a quick whiff. Maybe there's still some residual smoke smell on you.

This is also very particular. It is not possible to just go there and wait from the night before. You will be kicked away by the nursing staff.

Of course, it doesn't work if you go late. The guests have all left, and it's daylight. When it's time to welcome new guests, the nursing home will come out to chase them away.

Once upon a time, Guo Dongliang was also a smoker. A few days before he was fired, he was taken to enjoy smoking therapy by his factory director. But now it is no longer possible. People like them are now called "cigarette tail dogs" who smell the smell of smoke. A naughty dog ​​with a little tail.

As expected, a large group of smoke-tailed dogs gathered at the entrance of Huatuo Temple today.

Instead of welcoming the guests in, these nursing homes drove the guests out, and even separated out a few people, calling the cigarette-tailed dogs to go with them.

So he knows that he can't persuade anyone.

The two brothers are both well-known filial sons in the village. After the elder brother got married, he took care of his mother. When Guo Dongliang came out to work, his biggest thought was to save money and go home.

But after hearing that voice, it didn't take long for me to calm down a lot, become more focused, and my posture became more standard. Unknowingly, I persisted for most of the time.

The door bolt of Huatuo Temple was opened, and the sound of the door opening was heard.

It should be a very young man with a clear voice, reciting sentences with a unique rhythm, like singing sutras or reciting poems.

It wasn't until he took a shower in the greenhouse and came out to wear new clothes and shoes that Guo Dongliang felt something was wrong.

Guo Dongliang nestled at the base of the wall, panting, folding his hands, and looking at the neatly dressed men with anxious faces.

it's useless.

It seems that the prefect also has a stake in this place.

The smoke-tailed dogs have stupid brains and are easily immersed in their own random thoughts. They have to see the smokers move before they can react and quickly move over there.

It was as if there was a fairy master in his body who was originally responsible for his happiness. When he ate delicious food, slept well, was praised by the factory director, saw a beautiful girl, and thought of his mother and relatives, They will give him a piece of happiness generously.

Guo Dongliang didn't think there was anything to be afraid of. He couldn't think straight, and he wouldn't think deeply about whether such an abnormal thing would make them do a job that would lead to death.

Two or three years of living day and night in the factory still left a deep imprint. Even people like Guo Dongliang, who are too lazy to use their brains, still remember the feeling of the power running.

Guo Dongliang hung out like this all day, and at night, he moved into the warehouse dormitory.

Click! !

A large shed was set up next to the warehouse, and the smell of boiling water came out from inside. Some people wearing uniforms of Yamen soldiers were standing outside the large shed.

But after he tasted smoking once, he changed.

Judging by their appearance, you can tell that they have only been exposed to heavy cigarette smoke for a few days. They must have just been fired from the factory and still have some money left.

Even if the Jade Emperor leaves the Lingxiao Palace and the Tathagata descends from the Vulture Mountain, he cannot persuade people who are addicted to heavy cigarettes.

He is very familiar with this set of clothes and shoes. When recruiting workers in various factories, they will be given a set of clothes. The styles are similar, but the coarse cloth is durable and is worth some wages.

The smokers immediately joined in.

There is no smoke.

But today, when we came out of the temple, there were no overnight guests, only the nursing staff, and all of them were a little blue under their eyes, as if they had gone out to do something in the middle of the night and didn't seem to have slept much.

Even after working in the factory for two or three years and suffering from injuries all over, just thinking about returning home and seeing my brother, sister-in-law and mother-in-law makes me feel hopeful and excited.

It's not difficult to do exercises, but it's difficult to do those movements well. If they make the slightest mistake, the guards will force them to correct them.

But Guo Dongliang had no intention of persuading him.

I just feel that this outfit is quite comfortable. It would be nice if I could smoke a big cigarette again.

Are you entering the factory again? What kind of factory would use people like them?
The smokers seemed to be a little panicked. Some were shouting and asking for something, and some were looking around and wanted to run away. However, they were frightened again when the yamen soldiers shouted.

From then on, no matter what else he did, he no longer felt happy. Only when he tasted smoke again could he briefly come back to life.

There were two other people inside. Guo Dongliang looked more and more familiar as he looked at them. They seemed to have been co-workers in the same factory.

Guo Dongliang is from Jiangnan. His father used to be a teacher in the village. Later, he encountered some gang of robbers and shot him to death with a flying gun. My mother and brother Guo Dongliang were left alone.

Among the people who were captured to practice martial arts, many people looked at the strange clock in horror that could actually speak human language.

But just after tasting that big smoke, that generous fairy master was completely taken away.

No one rang the bell, they just pressed their hands next to the clock body and input their power. After a while, a man's voice came from the clock.

In these life-and-death experiences, he unknowingly spent all his money, pawned his clothes and shoes, and became what he is now.

After eating, someone taught them how to practice kung fu, which was some very strange movements, and asked them to coordinate the kung fu in their bodies.

Someone also brought a clock that was about half a man tall. It looked like an ancient bronze bell and the material looked like glass or jade.

There are also people waiting here before dawn, but their clothes are a little different from people like Guo Dongliang.

When he thought of his mother-in-law, brother-in-law and sister-in-law, he couldn't feel that happy feeling in his heart.

Guo Dongliang was in a daze and followed them to the door of a large warehouse. The warehouse was filled with wooden beds and beds were set up on the beds.

Before he could fall asleep, his hands and feet began to shake unconsciously, and his eyes wandered wildly.

This is a sign of a cigarette addiction. The trembling hands and feet are also a sign. Soon, he will become confused about where he is, and may even fight with others and smash things randomly.

No, he couldn't wait until he hit someone, because he heard a lot of shaking sounds of bed boards. There were too many people here who were addicted to smoking just like him.

Those people are not as addicted to cigarettes as he is, so they have more strength than him and will jump up faster.

At this moment, the warehouse door was kicked open.

Taoist priest Shouguan broke in and ordered people to put the three strange bells into the warehouse, input their skills, and make the sound of chanting sutras.

For a time, the entire warehouse was enveloped in the rhythmic and complex scriptures, and the walls and roof of the warehouse resonated slightly.

All the people who were addicted to smoking fainted and fell into a baby-like sleep under the stimulation of this intense scripture.

"Didn't you tell me? The seven-round secret sound in the Xuanbing Bell must be played by people on duty day and night to prevent them from getting addicted to smoking."

Taoist Shouguan looked at the enlightened Taoist priest and said, "This group of people is under the joint jurisdiction of your Huatuo Temple, Poxin Temple, and Chenghuang Temple, with Huatuo Temple as the leader. It seems you are not caring enough."

The enlightened Taoist priest wiped the sweat from his forehead: "We are just taking care of it for the first time. We have no experience. It is definitely not careless. We will definitely change it in the future."

"It better be this way."

Taoist Shouguan sighed, "Brother Enlightenment, it's not that I have to make things difficult for you. We are all working for that person now, so it's better to do our best in everything."

"The means that the magistrate showed that day, if you look at the world, he may even be ranked in the top 50, but he was still defeated by him. You should understand the meaning of this. Our channels will never reach that level, and it is impossible to break through. Get what he planted in us."

The enlightened Taoist priest also understood this truth. After repeated assurances, he sent Taoist Shouguan away and turned to look at the people in the warehouse, his face as bitter as water dripping from his face.

He really didn't mean to cause trouble, but he just thought that the money for food and clothing for this group of people might be deducted from the money he turned in, which made him feel sick, so he drank two more drinks.

"Practice, practice, let's see what these big smokers can do, all my money is wasted."

The enlightened Taoist priest muttered and stood guard outside the warehouse, "My money..."

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

Guo Dongliang has been living near this warehouse for more than ten days. Although he is still thin, his face does not seem to be so dull.

He hadn't smoked a cigarette for more than ten days in a row, and he didn't feel so uncomfortable that he rolled on the ground or hit his head against the wall. His brain was getting better and better. It was a miracle.

In the same warehouse, several people were old acquaintances, and they became more and more accustomed to greeting each other, and even met new co-workers.

Yes, although they haven't done anything, they are very accustomed to this kind of life, just like they used to in the factory.

For the sake of work efficiency, factory owners will also give them numbers and arrange for them to work together.

Now they are also numbered, and they practice together, eat together, and rest together every day.

Guo Dongliang seems to be back when he first entered the factory, full of energy every day.

But gradually, he also learned to be afraid.

Life is so good, but there is no workmanship and no shipment.

How much back wages do they already owe, and what kind of goods will they need to make in the future to make up for it?

"Is our skill getting less and less? Our strength is getting stronger."

After lunch that day, Guo Dongliang and several workers squatted in a corner outside the warehouse to discuss, feeling very worried.

"Strength alone is of no use. If we continue like this, we won't be able to use any machines."

"What are you anxious about?"

A voice said, "I used the body visualization method in Shenpo Martial Arts and compared it with the method of the three Dantians to develop this set of techniques for denying the middle Dantian. You have to practice until the middle Dantian is completely closed, and then practice the lower Dantian. "

"But with the experience of the middle Dantian and the foundation of physical body visualization, your lower Dantian practice will be very smooth, and you will have a place to work when the time comes."

Guo Dongliang and the others were stunned and looked up at that person.

He was also a young man wearing gray-blue overalls, but his hair was very long, tied with a thin rope and hanging down behind his back.

They often see this person wandering around, but they never say a word.

This person didn't stay long today and left after saying that.

"he……"

After a long time, Guo Dongliang said blankly, "It's the voice of the little fairy in the clock."

There was a Qilu worker who was tall and powerful. His eyes were as wide as copper bells, but his voice was also very thin: "You are not a god. Didn't you listen to the Taoist priests? That is the boss of the magistrate, and he is even more powerful than the magistrate." , He arranged all these things for us.”

"He said so, that means we really have work to do, right?"

Several workers became excited and talked about it, "We can still sell our skills and earn wages in the future."

"I have to save up hard this time."

"If I save enough two acres of land and a tile-roofed house this time, I will go home."

"Me too... Ouch, Lao Guo, why are you crying?"

"Fuck..."

Guo Dongliang touched his face blankly, wiped away his tears, and said through gritted teeth, "I will never touch that harmful thing again!"

Several people looked at each other in confusion, not knowing who had raised their head. When they came to their senses, they were all crying.

The cry quickly attracted the attention of others. Some people in the warehouse got up and came to the door to peek. Some people just sat on their beds, covering their eyes to understand what was happening without looking. Many nursing homes also smoked cigarettes, and their supply was cut off. Now they practice together, eat and live together, and have become the same coworkers as before, and their eyes are sore at this time.

"Don't cry, let's practice!"

Someone shouted hoarsely.

"Yes, practice!!"

"Let's practice!!!"

Ling Duxian's ears were good enough that he could faintly hear the cries and shouts even from three miles away.

But his expression was not good, because the Xuanyin Sword Plague that Su Hanshan gave him was particularly large.

There were three clusters of sword plague spells on the three Dantians, and there were also clusters of sword plague on the throat, five internal organs, and major joints of the limbs.

Even with his martial arts skills, even when these sword plagues did not occur, he was still suppressed and felt a little breathless and his face turned pale.

"It seems that I still know how to repent, and finally I have not failed my husband's hard work."

A smile appeared on Ling Duxian's white face, "If you know your mistakes and you can correct them, you can do great things. If you make big mistakes and correct them, you will have a new atmosphere of breaking and then building up."

"They were basically deceived into it, and the big fault was not originally their fault."

Su Hanshan replied coldly and walked slowly on the road, "How are the statistics of each reconstruction area?"

Ling Duxian said: "Thanks to Mr.'s wonderful method, the process of quitting smoking addiction for these retired workers is very smooth. Some people have quit now and can close the middle Dantian on their own."

"But those who have never been workers before and have no foundation in kung fu, even with Xuan Bingzhong's recording assistance, conservatively estimate, it may take more than three months to completely quit."

Su Hanshan nodded slightly.

This situation is actually much better than he thought, especially for retired workers.

In the past, there were only a few examples like Ding Xianshui, and Su Hanshan's research was not thorough enough. Recently, with so many reconstruction areas for reference and comparison, he discovered that everyone in this world seemed to have a special physique.

It's not about how strong their bodies are, or what benefits they can gain during battle, but that they seem to be born with the talent to transform their efforts and vitality.

It’s easier when you’re overdrafted, but it’s also easier when you’re making up for it.

I don’t know whether it is the slight genetic changes brought to all mankind by the development of martial arts civilization in this world, or whether the human ancestors of this world have their own special evolution history.

Anyway, apart from making it easier to replenish your hard work, it is basically useless. Even in Ling Duxian, who has cultivated to the realm of jade liquid, this talent does not reflect other strengths, and it is not worth paying too much attention to.

"Foreigners only deliver one batch of large cigarettes every season on average. Our Songjiang Prefecture has just banned smoking, which has not caused a too violent reaction from the foreigners. However, we have informed each factory and asked them to abide by the new working hours. This incident has caused quite a backlash.”

Ling Duxian was worried and continued, "In addition, as for the Xiantian Sect, although I have dealt with it for the time being, I can't guarantee that they will notice something fishy and send people over to check, or even send more powerful experts."

"Not to mention innate teaching, I know they won't accept it at the factory."

Su Hanshan said as he walked, "Anyway, we have already informed them. Since they are unwilling to comply, after the time limit is reached, the government will of course take tough measures."

Ling Duxian thought: "If you always let them focus on these things, there is no guarantee that they will do something bad."

"It's better to release some novel news to distract their attention, such as the Xuanbing Bell. If this thing is mass-produced, it will definitely cause a trend."

Using the hypnotic tones of the seven-round secret sound to assist retired workers in practicing the exercises, of course it cannot be done by Su Hanshan alone, chanting at the top of his lungs every day.

There is no phonograph in this world yet, but the principle of the gramophone is very simple, so Su Hanshan made it himself.

He created a thin film of black ice, and attached a short needle to the downward side of the thin film.

Under the short needle, a spiral drum of the same type as the black ice, but with a lower hardness is installed.

When he speaks above the membrane, the membrane will vibrate, causing the short needle to vibrate. As the pitch increases and decreases, he will leave a whole section of thread traces with undulating depth on the ice cylinder that continues to rotate below.

Afterwards, the rotating drum was removed, the hardness was increased, and the starting point of the trace was aligned with the short needle to make it rotate.

In this way, the different depths and different spacings of the entire trace will force the short needle to vibrate at different levels.

It also drives the Xuanbing thin film to vibrate.

Sound is produced by vibration. As long as the previous vibration frequency is copied, the sound will be extremely similar.

Of course, the volume released by this thin film of black ice alone is too small.

Therefore, Su Hanshan installed the entire structure into a black ice shell with a loudspeaker structure, and made it into the shape of a bell.

The user only needs to input a little internal force to trigger the switch, causing the internal drum to rotate at a fixed speed.

After playing the recording once, touching another switch will allow the drum to adjust out of position and return to the starting point.

When Ling Duxian saw this thing, he was quite surprised and realized that if this thing could be manufactured in batches and sold as a commodity, it would definitely be very popular.

However, if there is no Xuanbing prepared by Su Hanshan himself and other materials are used instead, the recorded timbre and rhythm will definitely not be clear enough.

Exactly what kind of materials should be used to achieve the best effect that ordinary people can produce in batches will take a long time to explore.

Su Hanshan doesn't have that free time at the moment.

"The Xuanbing Bell cannot be mass-produced, but you should understand the same principle. Just make a batch of crude ones and sell them yourself."

"Also, how are you testing the ship blueprints I modified?"

When mentioning this matter, Ling Duxian couldn't help but express genuine admiration, saying: "It's just adding some specific concave and convex to the shape of the hull, attaching iron pipe tracks, and finally it can have such a miraculous effect during sailing."

"At the same speed, the buoyancy can generally increase by more than one-sixth, and the increase in cargo capacity is very considerable. If the cargo capacity is the same, the sailing speed can increase by one-quarter to one-half."

Su Hanshan was not surprised by this.

The drawings he gave refer to some structural principles of the Three Methods of Pure Yang and Cang Long Xian Sheng.

When the steamships in this world sail, they do not rely on steam alone, but a mixture of human skills, medicinal sand and medicinal oils, and the use of advanced Qi physics from Dachu, which of course has immediate effects.

"Modifying a ship is a limited change, and new ships built in the future will be more useful."

Su Hanshan said, "The new shipbuilding industry will be the top priority of Songjiang Prefecture in the future. I will go to inspect it in a few days."

The two of them were walking and chatting, and they had arrived in front of a steel factory.

This is a factory under Ling Duxian's own name, and it is also one of the top factories in Songjiang Prefecture Steel Factory.

Recently, Su Hanshan, in addition to visiting the dormitory area housing retired workers, spent most of his time in the steelmaking plant every day.

The way of Feng Shui is geography, weather and human heart.

This Songjiang Mansion, which has suffered from wars many times and has rapidly expanded and become abnormally prosperous after the wars, has actually shown a raging, boiling atmosphere in terms of Feng Shui.

The steel mill is one of the key points of this huge Feng Shui bureau.

There are so many types of factories in Songjiang Prefecture, and the equipment used in them is also all kinds of strange.

But when ordinary people mention the word factory, the first things that come to most people's minds are things like "smelting furnace" and "steel".

These images, originating from steel plants, have become a general symbol for all factories.

Factories in today's era are like terrifying monsters that devour human lives day and night, but allow countless people to rush in and rush into their mouths. Deep fear and resentment are brewing in their prosperity.

Cold, heavy, cruel and merciless steel, a furnace that cripples when touched, dies when touched, and can destroy people to ashes, are exactly the places where these fears and resentments are placed.

When Su Hanshan opened the door, he sat in the steel factory with a familiar face, inspired by the Xuanyin Scripture, the Six Tao of Yin Talisman, and the realm of Feng Shui.

The evil aura of Feng Shui was so thick and surging that it was like the Milky Way pouring backwards, surging endlessly from the dome of Songjiang Mansion.

His "Xuanyin Searching Demons and Six Evils Manual", in these days, gave me an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, pain and pleasure, and the power of tempering the physical body increased by leaps and bounds.

There was no bottleneck in the True Form Realm. He completed the tempering of his legs at a speed far exceeding expectations. He had firmly reached the peak of the True Form Realm in the past two days.

At this stage, with all the bones in his body completely penetrated, Su Hanshan realized that after refining the Gangsha crystal obtained from the Divine Power Banquet in the past, there were actually many subtle elements still immersed in the muscles and bones.

No wonder it is said that the Gangsha Crystal is an excellent treasure that can help people cultivate to the ultimate state of true form. At the Divine Power Banquet, using this kind of thing as a prize for a group of ladder warriors made many people feel that it was too generous.

Only when the warrior himself reaches the final stage can he realize that the most fundamental things in the Gangsha crystal are still embedded in the body and have not been used.

If you have not reached the stage of being on the verge of the true form, even if you die and are burned to ashes, these things cannot be refined anymore, and the maximum effect of the Gangsha crystal will be wasted.

Su Hanshan sat cross-legged in front of the furnace, looking at himself, thinking about the various true forms in the Chunyang Xuanyin inheritance.

The cold flame dragon scale body is obviously not suitable for his current path.

He needs to choose the most inclusive true form realm so that he can bring out all he has learned.

At the door of the factory, although Ling Duxian was suppressed by Xuanyin Sword Were, his vision of the realm was still there. When he was close, he could faintly feel that there was a scattered and complex power that permeated the world and was different from the power of heaven and earth. It emerged with Su Hanshan's practice, became mighty and continuous, washed away and instilled.

"Whether it is internal or external alchemy or alchemy, there is no such way..."

Ling Duxian looked at Su Hanshan with subtle eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Five hours later, Ling Duxian, who was also trying to capture that strange power, suddenly came to his senses and took a step back.

Su Hanshan's figure was still sitting cross-legged, but at some point, it had floated into the air, and the string that bound her hair had long been cut off.

As the long black hair danced wildly, there were faint red threads of fire flickering between the black hair.

The frightening and violent heat swelled outward from his body, and then was restrained with all his strength.

The two forces, one released and one withdrawn, almost formed a kind of confrontation, causing chaos and extremely bright flashes of light to burst out within a three-foot radius around his body, which was so dazzling that it was blinding.

Ling Duxian narrowed his eyes: "Sir..."

Su Hanshan suddenly turned around, waved one arm, and the cover of the iron-making furnace behind him was cut open at an angle and smashed to one side.

People in the steel plant screamed and fled away.

The red and shiny molten iron inside the furnace did not pour out, but because the top of the furnace was suddenly broken, it always gave people a feeling of extreme danger.

Su Hanshan spun again, and when everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, he actually fell into the furnace.

The molten iron with a temperature of more than 1,000 degrees made a pop and evaporated a large amount of white smoke. It almost made people wonder whether Su Hanshan had been burned into smoke the moment he fell into it.

But the next moment, Su Hanshan's head slowly rose up from the molten iron.

His hair has completely turned into a deep red color, as if it was condensed from the essence of thousands of flames. It is thick, slender, fluffy and flamboyant.

His eyes opened and closed, spitting out substantial firelight, and his whole body turned into a golden red color.

The clothes originally worn on his body were completely destroyed, not even a trace of ashes was left. However, the skin of his head, neck and shoulders, which was exposed on the surface of the molten iron, was intact.

"This is the true form I have chosen..."

Su Hanshan raised his head, his eyes shot out with bright light, his arms bathed in molten iron stretched out, and he raised them upwards. He was thinking words in his heart, but he just let out a long and fiery groan.

The molten steel actually boiled even more because of his actions.

Bathed in fire and warmed by the same temperature, there will be no harm in returning to transformation.

I wish Rong Wanhua’s true form! ! !

(End of this chapter)