I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Once the most important leader, Fa Wuchang, died, the remaining seven people would not be able to maintain their interference with gravity at all.

They started falling from an altitude of a thousand meters, but they also knew how to use their skills to continuously detonate explosions around their bodies to form a buffer and slow down their speed.

Su Hanshan saw it from a distance and waved his palms, turning the remaining ice and snow in the air into a white dragon again, roaring and flying out, enveloping all seven figures.

When the seven people fell to the ground, although they were able to save their lives, they were all sealed in ice. More than half of the ice cubes smashed into the ground, causing mud and soil to splash.

"That person's methods were so weird that you actually killed him on the spot and couldn't escape..."

Ling Duxian flew over with a rather emotional tone.

"I originally had two ways to crush him and kill him, but I just wanted to see his novel methods, so I didn't rush to use them."

Su Hanshan twisted his fingers, chuckled, and said, "Now it seems that it has indeed given me a deeper understanding of the direction of use of Zhu Rong's Wanhua True Body."

Ling Duxian said: "Those seven people just saw their leader being killed, and then fell out of balance from a high altitude. They didn't show any signs of panic and shouting. They are just cold-minded people. Even if you capture them alive, you may not be able to ask the truth." Lots of stuff.”

"Then let's repeat the experience of the Taoist monks on them."

He cursed in his heart, if he hadn't had so many damn sword plague spells on him, he would have gone back and packed up his belongings immediately and fled overseas.

But soon, they were stopped by the swordsmen and gunmen of the Songjiang Prefecture's Yamen. With roaring chain saws and black muzzles, they all were taken away in the name of attempted murder of the prefect.

The man with missing earlobe in the small building, the spy halfway up the mountain tapping the acupuncture points on the side of his eyes, the intelligence personnel observing here with binoculars, and so on.

"Add one more message to them."

At this time, elite spies from all forces had sent their intelligence back to the base camp in the fastest way they could.

All the generals and officials under his rule had to go to the mountains to meet him at the end of each year when the government was discussed.

Among the famous mountains and rivers in the land of two lakes, Wudang Mountain is the most popular, and it is also one of the ancient martial arts resorts.

It was rumored that Marshal He was a martial arts fanatic and did not build his own mansion, let alone live in a big city.

Fa Wuchang's actions are of great concern within the Xiantian Sect, and they pay more attention to them than the Shaman Taoist priests. This time, he was entrusted by the Governor of the East India Company to come to Songjiang Mansion. The Xiantian Sect's general altar also received the notice information.

But living on Wudang Mountain, we must also imitate the legends of ancient martial arts and immortality.

Moreover, there are fog and miasma in the mountains, strange rain and thunder, and auditory hallucinations.

………………

Su Hanshan turned around slowly and scanned the entire town.

There was a Dutch clipper flying the tricolor flag, rushing to Nagasaki in Fuso to collect and distribute the news.

Anyone who could see Su Hanshan felt that they had briefly looked at him when Su Hanshan turned around, and felt secretly tingling in their hearts.

Shennongjia is located hundreds of miles south of Wudang Mountain, and the entire virgin forest covers an area of ​​more than 3,000 square kilometers.

"Then the trouble will be big. This person once had a relationship with the Xiantian Cultist. Once the news of his death in Songjiang Mansion spreads, both publicly and privately, the leader of the Xiantian Cult may come personally."

The fastest and latest model of power ship is on its way to the island where the Governor of the East India Company is currently staying.

"Do you think he is a member of the Xiantian Sect or a descendant of the overseas White Lotus?"

Tigers, leopards, bears, wolves, wild boars, foxes, and many weird beasts that ordinary people cannot name, hunt each other here, and thrive. Most outsiders will become their food.

Ling Duxian took a deep breath and said hesitantly: "Then what should we do now?"

Su Hanshan raised his hand to stop him.

Due to Su Hanshan's deliberate indulgence, what happened at the station spread quickly.

Su Hanshan thought thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, the fighting method used by the man in white just now was novel, but when I fought with him in close combat, I felt that his Qi foundation was also based on the "Three Tan Haihui Sutra" Number of ways.”

"The spies from all forces in this town must never have a chance to speak!"

Some people use fast horses, carrier pigeons, and flying eagles.

Su Hanshan looked up at the blue sky and said with a smile, "I've been living in the garden house in the suburbs of the prefect recently. No matter who wants to find me or wants to see me for anything, they can go there."

A few flying eagles flew over Anhui and Jiangxi and rushed to the mountains and forests of the land of two lakes.

There are many mountains, criss-crossing ravines, deep valleys, steep slopes, high terrain in the southwest and low in the northeast, and the landform structure is very complex.

However, the possibility that the Xiantian leader might come to Songjiang in person to seek revenge made him upset, and he was at a loss for a while.

Not to mention that if ordinary people walk into it, they will easily get lost and find it difficult to survive. Even some martial arts masters who have perfected their lower dantian cultivation will run the risk of being buried here if they accidentally enter it.

Ling Duxian frowned and said: "The inheritance of White Lotus overseas has little pressure. The believers grow wildly and are quite loose. Although our family has retained a complete martial arts inheritance, we don't know much about anything else. Even if there are masters of White Lotus overseas, I You may not even recognize it.”

Ling Duxian looked worried, and then his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he turned back to look at the small town.

However, judging from Su Hanshan's attitude, he probably did not give up the idea of ​​Songjiang Mansion immediately and escape overseas.

With Ling Duxian's brainpower, he should have been able to think of this.

However, the truth is more outrageous than folk rumors suggest.

"It's impossible that no one else knows that Fa Wuchang is here. Even if you kill all these spies, the fact that Fa Wuchang has lost news in Songjiang Mansion will still be reported back to the Xiantian Sect."

This commander, one of the three giants among the many warlords in China today, actually spends most of every year in the inaccessible and uninhabited primeval forest of Shennongjia.

"However, if he is a member of the Xiantian Sect, has such superb martial arts skills, and is dressed in white, I'm afraid he is the chief elder of the Xiantian Sect, Fa Wu Chang."

After receiving the news, John Barrow, Hagoromo Old Man and others had different reactions. Some people closed their doors in fear, while others finally made up their minds to take away all the factory's funds and leave Songjiang Mansion.

Although Su Hanshan didn't know the existence of Tianjue Organization, what he said was not wrong.

In the villages, small towns, and cities around Shennongjia, there are always various weird rumors about Shennongjia.

The most common saying is that in the early years of the Qing Dynasty, Qing troops fought with local rebels and broke into Shennongjia. A team of thousands of people disappeared from the world without any bones left.

But every ten years or so, whenever there is a thunderstorm, in the dark night, many people will see those men and horses wearing old military uniforms appearing around the jungle, fighting in groups, as if they are reenacting the Qing Dynasty. That battle in the early years.

In a small mountain town house on the edge of the forest, there was a man dressed in black and well-dressed. He was practicing his gun. He received a message from the flying eagle. After reading the content, his face was extremely solemn. He quickly got up and went to the backyard to ask for a horse.

This horse is pure white with no trace of mottled color. It has neither reins nor saddle. Its teeth are smooth and white. When it snorts, it exhales a faint floral scent.

Especially those big eyes, which are full of energy and look, and seem to be quite understanding of human nature.

This was Dashuai He's mount in his early years. It had been with him for ten years and was very famous. Later, because Dashuai He had completed the cultivation of Huan Dan, he really had no need for this mount, so he kept it here.

In addition to receiving and sending information, the most important thing for a well-dressed man is to take good care of the horse.

But if there is an emergency, only this horse can travel unimpeded in the forest, without fear of the foggy beasts, and use the fastest speed to find where Marshal He is now.

After eating a few pots of carefully cultivated flowers and looking at the red paint urgent mark on the letter, the white horse nodded slightly and asked the man in black to mount.

Entering the forest, climbing over mountains and ridges, after about dozens of miles, a basin appeared in front of you. There were many slanted rhombus crystal pillars in the basin. The trees were sparse, so that the sunlight fell on the crystals and reflected Reflected, shining.

Many crystal pillars and turbid crystal rocks have pictures and symbols of unknown meaning.

There are dozens of houses around the basin, where many capable men and women are copying symbols, rubbing pictures, and arguing about something from time to time.

The white horse, carrying a man in fine attire, stopped here for a moment, and a few scattered manuscripts were trampled under the horse's hooves.

There was a woman wearing a purple round-neck robe, a hosta in her hair, and a scar on the corner of her eyebrows. She looked up and looked unhappy.

The well-dressed man felt a little chilled in his heart.

The white horse is the Marshal's mount, and of course it has a good status, but these men, women, and children who live in the forest with the Marshal are also carefully selected and trained by the Marshal from all over the years. They are no small matter.

I remember that when the general first came to rule the two lakes, he set up schools in various places and selected students. He neither taught the eight-legged writing of the former Qing Dynasty, nor the sage knowledge of the Second Cheng Zhuzi, the Three Cardinal Guidelines and the Five Constant Rules, nor did he talk about the steam metallurgy and new printing and dyeing of the Westerners. He only talked about Achievements in languages, writings and pictures from various places.

Some people didn't pay much attention to this at the time, just thinking it was a small hobby mentioned by the commander casually. Occasionally, they saw that among the selected students, there were beautiful people, who were especially eager to learn and make progress, and developed the elegance of being knowledgeable and courteous. Her temperament is so exciting that she must be forced to be a concubine.

Therefore, it also caused a stir in the officialdom. Among the top students in each batch, there are always three or five who are taken away when they are about to complete their studies.

Later, the marshal heard about it and beheaded a group of people in public. The smell of blood lingered for three days, and the students trapped in the back house were taken away. Only then did others realize how serious the marshal was about this.

"I have urgent news to report to the Commander-in-Chief." The handsome man dismounted quickly, picked up the pieces of paper and blew them, "I hope you will forgive me, Bachelor."

The woman in purple looked at the horse and didn't know much to say. She just said: "It's our fault that we are busy and the papers are too messy. The commander is in the valley to the west. You can walk two or three miles over there. Go down the ramp."

Baima seems to be very interested in the crystals here and doesn't want to leave anymore.

The well-dressed man had no choice but to go there by himself.

This is already a basin, but the valley in front is nearly a hundred meters deeper and has a steep slope.

The man in the suit was good at light kung fu and felt as if he were walking on flat ground. But when he was about to reach the bottom of the valley, his vision blurred and he suddenly saw many soldiers and horses fighting at the bottom of the valley.

Looking at the costumes, one of them is clearly a soldier from the early Qing Dynasty, while the other is wearing a motley banner and wearing the same clothes as the common people. They are probably the ghost army in local folklore.

The fighting movements of these people are extremely real. From time to time there is blood flying and heads rolling down. There is no illusion at all. But the strange thing is that there is no sound at all in such a war scene.

The well-dressed man was wary, looked around and swallowed.

Deep in the valley, someone seemed to have noticed his arrival. There was a sound of heavy footsteps, and all the fighting scenes suddenly disappeared.

"It's just a mountain wall with a special material. Occasionally, it will be activated by the magnetic field of thunderstorms, record the surrounding images, and then project and play them when we encounter similar weather next time."

"There are many such stones in Shennongjia, but they are not worth mentioning. However, this stone has another mystery. The image it projects is extremely difficult to see through with the naked eye, and it automatically emits luminescence at night. It is worth pondering for two more days."

The speaker was a man wearing a sleeveless top, black trousers, and leather boots, standing on top of the huge rock on the mountain wall.

He is tall and muscular, with a complexion like copper and iron. He looks to be only about thirty years old, but his eyebrows and hair are already completely white.

The eyebrows are like knives, thick white and sharp, flying into the temples. The hair is about three or four inches long, standing on the top of the head and floating behind the head, like fluffy white grass.

The man in black thought to himself, it was clearly a sunny day now, not a thunderstorm. It was probably because of the tactics the commander had just used, right?

He quickly saluted the man, half-knelt on the ground, holding the information in both hands: "Commander, Songjiang Mansion has sent the highest level of urgent news."

"The highest level?"

The white-haired man raised his eyebrows slightly, and the piece of information automatically floated up in front of him, and he glanced at it.

"Oh? Songjiang Mansion has a new owner...a white-clothed assassin from the Yuye realm..."

The white-haired man said with great interest, "Looking at the description above, the assassin is a man who plays with gravity, so that's probably due to the impermanence of law."

"Being able to kill Fa Chang on the spot without making it difficult to tell what sect he belongs to is indeed worthy of the highest level of urgent intelligence."

"I've been bored recently, so I might as well go and see for myself."

The well-dressed man was surprised and said: "The commander-in-chief wants to go to Songjiang Mansion in person?"

The white-haired man said gently: "Do you have any different opinions?"

"This……"

The well-dressed man hesitated for a moment, "What that man did in Songjiang Mansion has attracted attention from all parties. I'm afraid many people can't tolerate Songjiang Mansion being tormented like this by him."

"Besides, if it is true that the chief elder of the Xiantian Sect was killed by him, the leader of the Xiantian Sect should go there in person. We will wait and see what happens before we can enjoy the results."

He quickly clasped his fists and said, "This subordinate only has this little knowledge. Please forgive me, Commander."

"Your idea is not wrong, but I have always been indifferent to these things. Since I am curious, I will go and take a look."

The white-haired man smiled and said, "By the way, you seem to have achieved some results in the exercise I gave you. You work very hard on weekdays, right?"

When the well-dressed man heard the compliment, he was surprised and happy, and said excitedly: "My subordinates have been practicing hard day and night, and I will never let down the commander-in-chief's guidance."

"That's what I realized after fighting with Lao Xu. After all, it's still not as good as Lao Xu's original version."

The white-haired man thought for a while, "For most people, this stone under my feet will cause nausea and vomiting if exposed to it too much. Malignant tumors may develop in the body, strange diseases may occur, hair loss, skin ulcers, etc."

"But it's just right for you. You can knock off some of this stone every few days, take it back, wash it, dry it, grind it, eat it, and refine it."

After finishing his instructions, the figure of the white-haired man flew away into the air and flew out of the valley.

As he passed over the crystal basin, several rays of light flew up from the basin, merged into a disk in mid-air, and rested under his feet.

The disk emits light and is divided into two layers: the inner and outer layers. The inner layer is made of several fan-shaped pieces of silver-white metal, and the outer layer is a ring that hums and rotates.

The man and the disk rose higher and higher, straight into the clouds.

The day Fa Wuchang died.

at dusk.

There was an extending streak of white clouds in the sky, approaching Songjiang Mansion.

Next to the railway terminal, the figure of a white-haired man suddenly descended from the cloud marks.

The huge wind pressure made the train's iron sheets rattle.

He looked around, looking at the messy grassland, his figure drifting past, and his originally calm expression gradually turned into surprise.

In his eyes, all the traces left on this land, including the changes in the vitality, were all revealed.

All changes can be calculated backwards from the current traces.

He had personally experienced the Seven Skills and Exquisite Hands from the Xiantian Cult Master, and any changes in Fa Wuchang could not escape from the rigidity of this set of martial arts.

However, the other person who was fighting against Fa Wuchang not only did not belong to any known martial arts sect, he even...

It is not the system of Three Dantian and Yuye Way at all!
"It turns out that there is this way of using the energy of heaven and earth to gather it to oneself through resonance. However, this will bring a lot of burden to one's physical body."

The white-haired man looked surprised, "It seems that when he resisted gravitational interference, he used this kind of forceful charging method not only because his skills were unique in strengthening the physical body, but also because his physique had a permanent Metamorphosis.”

After a moment, the metal disc vibrated again, and the white-haired man broke through the air and left.

Su Hanshan was in the garden of the bungalow, making tea under the glow of the setting sun, when he felt a strange sound in the air and looked up.

I saw a muscular man with white hair and white eyebrows, arms folded across his chest, standing on a silver-white metal disk, suspended outside the garden, dozens of meters above the ground.

"You are……"

Su Hanshan put down the teapot, "The rumored innate leader doesn't seem to be like this?"

"My name is He Zong, also known as Baihu."

The white-haired man looked at Su Hanshan and said with a smile, "You don't seem to be worried at all about the Innate Sect coming to seek revenge, because you have other backers and allies, or do you think you have the leverage to negotiate with him?"

"But no matter what it is, let's talk business with me first."

Su Hanshan was a little surprised: "It turns out to be Marshal He. What kind of business do you want to discuss? With such a positive attitude?"

"One hundred thousand taels, no, one million taels of silver, tell me your skills."

He Zong raised a finger and said, "If you feel dissatisfied with the price, you can change the conditions. For example, I can help you fend off an enemy."

"There are only a few in the realm of returning pills in the world. You have never competed with anyone in the realm of returning pills. So I can tell you that no matter what your confidence is, you can't stop the revenge of the innate leader."

His voice was deep and full of convincing power, "I have full respect for any deciphering talent, so I am not willing to force a confession."

"Agreeing to this condition is your best choice at the moment."

After hearing these words, Su Hanshan raised his teacup, took a slow sip, and said, "What is my best choice? Only I know. Besides, I don't quite understand what you said about deciphering talents."

"With your current attitude, I'm afraid this deal won't work."

He Zong didn't take it seriously: "You don't know the word "decoding". Could it be that your martial arts are not decoded from those ancient objects? Or do you think you are the only one in the world who has such adventures? "

Su Hanshan turned around and asked curiously: "An ancient thing?"

He Zong said calmly: "Yes, Westerners call those things the heritage of super-ancient civilization."

(End of this chapter)