I want to embrace the moon for nine days

"The character of Han Shan is indeed very different from before."

Xilu Sword Sect, in the ruins space.

Zuo Longsheng stood on the platform at the top of the mountain. Looking into the distance, he could see Su Hanshan walking slowly among the mountains as if trying to measure the land.

At the beginning, when the Situ family was first overthrown, Su Hanshan was taciturn and often read on the top of the mountain in the middle of the night because he had brought back the bones of Su Chaodong and everyone in the escort agency. Zuo Longsheng didn't think it was strange.

But later, Su Hanshan went out for more than half a month, and when he came back, he was obviously in a good mood.

Zuo Longsheng thought that he had finally come out of his depression.

Unexpectedly, in the more than two months since he came back to now, he seems to have become more withdrawn than when he just held the funeral for everyone, staying in this ruins day and night.

Occasionally I get something to eat, eat and drink, and don't talk much to outsiders.

As an elder, Zuo Longsheng inevitably felt very worried.

"But, when little senior brother was in a wheelchair, he was like this. He basically stayed in his own yard and rarely came out to see people."

There are a group of disciples from Songhe Martial Arts School who recently came to try to tame the sword spirit and live here. Luo Ping is one of them.

A few months have passed, and this boy who was born with brute strength has become very tall.

If you look at him from the back, he is basically a tall man in his prime, but there is still some childishness in his face.

In fact, it can be said that he has a clear face and beautiful eyes, a strong back and a strong waist, big hands like a fan, and a strong breath like a bell.

"is it?"

Zuo Longsheng didn't know the situation in those years, so he couldn't comment very well.

However, he still remembered what Su Hanshan looked like when nothing happened at Songhe Martial Arts Hall.

Although he is also very precocious and practices martial arts more seriously than adults, in his free time, Su Hanshan is very lively and has many weird hobbies.

For example, you learn how to blow up candy figures, but the ones you blow out are not the familiar animals, but all weird-looking beings.

A blue civet cat with a round head, round hands and round feet standing upright; an orange-red cat man with a long sword on his back and wearing a white costume; a blue bunny man also wearing a long sword and so on.

Another example is that I want to learn shadow puppetry, but I create a repertoire that even the shadow puppet master doesn’t know; I want to learn lion and dragon dance, but I create a centipede and let the friends dance the centipede, while I wear a cockscomb hat and chicken feet shoes. Playful.

At that time, Su Hanshan's reputation in Cangshui County as a playful person was almost as resounding as his reputation as a martial arts genius.

Anyone who has met him will find it strange, why is that child so mature when practicing martial arts, but so mischievous in other aspects?

In the end, we can only conclude that he has a naughty nature and is just pretending to be precocious.

"Maybe people always have to grow up."

Zuo Longsheng sighed, "The child has grown up, is more stable and reticent, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Su Hanshan in the distance straightening up, akimbo and laughing.

"Hahahaha, I'm done!!"

Su Hanshan shook his head and stretched his neck, with a bright smile on his face, "It's finally done. It's not in vain that I have been so dedicated to sensing Feng Shui for more than two months, practicing and setting up formations at the same time."

Zuo Longsheng was curious, flew down, and soon reached Su Hanshan's side.

"What's done?"

Su Hanshan shook a bracelet on his hand. As he shook it, the copper bracelet continued to grow in size, fell out of his hand, and floated in the air.

In this ruins space, various abandoned swords and sword furnaces are everywhere.

After the copper bracelet floated into the air, it emitted a strong suction force, gathering all the broken sword remnants nearby. They collided with each other in mid-air, emitting high temperatures and melting into balls of copper, molten iron and liquid.

Su Hanshan's hand movements changed rapidly, and in one go, layers of residual fingerprints poured into the copper, water and iron juice.

The liquid copper and iron metal quickly solidified again and turned into pieces of tokens.

"I made some modifications in this ruins to make the earth's magnetic field and Feng Shui trends create an environment that can assist people in practicing martial arts."

Su Hanshan handed a batch of tokens to Zuo Longsheng and said, "How about the specific effect? ​​We need to find a group of people to test it first."

"Uncle Zuo, you have been responsible for teaching them these days. You should have a better understanding of their progress. Which people have been practicing the hardest and fatigued recently, first select the twenty."

Zuo Longsheng had nothing else to do anyway, so he didn't say much when he saw this. He turned around and went out. Not long after, he led a group of people over.

Most of the people in this group looked like they were dripping with sweat. Although they walked calmly, their eyes and brows showed signs of fatigue that could not be concealed.

There are a few others, such as Luo Ping and Zuo Xiangyun, who on the surface don't look as fierce as sweating.

However, Su Hanshan could feel that the skills in these two people's bodies were always in a very intense state of operation, approaching the limits of their own meridians.

"Little Junior Brother", "Little Senior Brother" and "Boss".

Several people who had known Su Hanshan before called him a bunch of random names.

There are also a few new faces who were trained by Situ Yuntao. They also happened to be sent to Feiliu Sword Sect for training to try out the benefits of subduing sword spirits. They were also under the jurisdiction of Zuo Longsheng.

These people seemed a little reserved. In the depths of their eyes, there was a sense of eagerness and unwillingness to give in, as well as a look as if they were seeing some legendary figure.

After Su Hanshan glanced at the group of people, he asked them to sit cross-legged. He was angry and returned to his dantian. He held the token in both hands and closed his eyes.

Although this group of people were very tired, they still had sharp ears. Even if they closed their eyes, they could still use their hearing to feedback the surrounding scenes in their minds.

But when they closed their eyes, they suddenly heard a few gentle claps in their ears, and their consciousness couldn't help but become confused.

"Open your eyes."

As a distant voice came, they opened their eyes, but were surprised to find that they were no longer among the ruins and mountains.

What can be seen in front of you is a large black flat land with many arenas around it. The environment on the arena is obviously brighter than under the arena.

But the brightest thing is a line of golden characters floating in mid-air.

Five Thunder Sympathetic Dream Arena!

Everyone had known before that they wanted to experience a set of formations to assist in training, but they also thought it was the kind that could relieve physical fatigue and allow the meridians to withstand the effects of the energy running for a longer period of time.

Unexpectedly, it actually brought everyone into a dream.

"Dream?"

Chen Yingjie, an old disciple of Songhe Martial Arts School, shook his hand and touched the hilt of his sword. He felt that everything was no different from reality.

He stood up and stamped his feet. Even the flat ground under his feet had the same feedback feeling as the practice square at the foot of Songhe Martial Arts Hall.

"This dream is so real that you can even feel the power in the meridians. Could it be that if we practice internal skills here, we will notice the real effects when we wake up?"

A voice from the sky answered his question.

"If you practice Qigong in a dream, the benefits generated by your internal strength will not be fully brought into reality, but there will be some spiritual growth."

"Besides, since this is a dream arena, practicing here certainly doesn't mean that you sit there stupidly, regulate your breathing, and only focus on cultivating your internal strength."

"The arena here is your real training place. You can compete on your own without worrying about whether each other will be injured."

"In addition, the ten champions I designed for you will not be very effective if you only practice internal training. You can learn new gains by challenging these ten champions."

In the darkness, ten arenas were shrouded in light pillars and stood out, arranged in a straight line from near to far.

On the first stage, there were points of light flying, condensing into a strange figure.

He was a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament and a somewhat thin figure. He was wearing a strange black robe with narrow sleeves and short hair. He looked like a monk who had just returned to secular life.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't recognize who this person was.

Chen Yingjie was the oldest among the group. Thinking that this was his junior brother's design, he had nothing to be afraid of, so he took the lead on the stage.

Ever since Su Hanshan's legs recovered, Songhe Martial Arts Hall has been changing rapidly.

Chen Yingjie had not even reached the level of Qi Sea in the past. He thought it would be good if he could achieve the level of Qi Sea through hard work in this life.

But now, in less than two years, he has cultivated to the 30th level of Qi Sea, and even thinks that it is possible to reach the realm of the ladder in the future.

As soon as he came on stage, he drew his sword, but the opponent did not rush to attack, but instead cupped his fists in salute.

"I am from Nanhai Sangyuan, Foshan."

The man in black smiled kindly and said, "Wing Chun, Ip Man."

Chen Yingjie originally thought that this strange figure was just an illusion created by his junior brother. He did not expect that the other person was so agile. For a moment, he was not sure whether it was a real person who had also fallen into a dream.

He held the long sword upside down and also cupped his hand and said: "Songhe Martial Arts School, Chen Yingjie."

Ye Wen nodded and put on a delicate boxing stance: "Master Chen, please give me some advice."

Chen Yingjie's eyes flashed. Since he was in a dream, he was not afraid of accidental injury, so he simply used his ten power with the first sword.

Suddenly a sword mark flashed in the air, bright and sharp, condensed like a thread.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to strike the sword, Ye Wen's figure had already rushed to his side, punched him from the side, and hit his wrist.

Chen Yingjie quickly changed his moves and used the sharp end of the sword hilt to hit the opponent's wrist bone. He pushed out with his left hand at the same time and hit Ye Wen's face.

Ye Wen lowered his hand to avoid the hilt of the sword, but his other hand reached the right position and hit Chen Yingjie's left elbow.

A quick and trembling force suddenly hit Chen Yingjie's body, causing his feet to leave the ground and his whole body to be shaken up into the air.

Chen Yingjie was about to use his sword to change his moves, but Ye Wen's fists were already hitting him like raindrops. The seemingly chaotic fists are actually extremely focused.

The blade of the sword broke, and dozens of fist shadows hit the same position on Chen Yingjie's chest, knocking him away and falling under the ring. He stumbled several steps before he could stand still.

Ye Wen arched his hands on the ring again.

The skill this man used just now did not surpass Chen Yingjie, but he quickly gained a decisive advantage.

"This person seems to have traces of the Wudang Sect's Bagua Meizongbu, the Shaolin Sect's Indra Shou, the Pianhua Seven-Star Fist, the Five-Point Plum Blossom Sanshou, and some of the Leopard Tao Mental Techniques..."

Chen Yingjie had seen that all the martial arts skills of the other party were those that pursued speed or were small and delicate, but he never thought that by combining these skills with skills similar to his own, he could have such a mysterious side.

Everyone had thoughtful looks on their faces.

Luo Ping shook his head: "Senior Brother Chen, that's not how we beat him."

Chen Yingjie asked doubtfully: "Junior brother, what did you see?"

Luo Ping opened his mouth and scratched his head: "I can't seem to say it. Forget it, I'll go up and give him a beating."

He jumped onto the ring with his stick, cupped his hands and said: "Songhe Martial Arts School, Luo Ping."

Ye Wen's expression remained the same, and the arc of his smile remained the same as before. He also cupped his hands and said, "Master Luo, please give me some advice."

Luo Ping took a breath, his chest swelled, and muscles all over his body protruded, making his outline more powerful. He strode forward with an imposing manner like a wolf and a tiger, but he couldn't see any structure.

Ye Wen frowned slightly and was about to take action.

Luo Ping suddenly seemed to slip, and his whole body fell backwards onto the ring with a bang.

Everyone watching in the audience was stunned by this change.

Ye Wen was not dazed, but the fist fights he originally prepared were all aimed at enemies who were standing, or at least crouching.

As soon as the opponent falls down, the purpose of the fist frame seems to be somewhat wrong.

Ye Wen was able to adjust in an instant, but at the moment he was adjusting, a stick suddenly rose from the ground and hit his chest.

If you look carefully, you can see that at that moment, Ye Wen still reacted and stopped the stick with his palm down.

But with the same level of skill, he pursued speed and sophistication, but he couldn't stop the force of the stick, and his whole body was immediately sent flying.

The moment Ye Wen's figure left the ring, his whole body turned into light spots and floated away, and then reunited into a human figure in the center of the ring.

"Good stick skills, I lost one move, Master Luo can challenge me to the next one."

Luo Ping chuckled and jumped off the ring.

"Okay, good fight, that's how you should fight."

The people in the audience also reacted.

Ip Man's boxing skills are exquisite and he is very good at controlling the rhythm of his hands.

When Chen Yingjie was approached by the opponent, he chose to hit him with the hilt of his sword, thus falling into the opponent's trap.

But if Chen Yingjie were to follow Luo Ping's method, it might not be feasible.

Luo Ping's method was only suitable for him. If it had been anyone else, the moment he fell, it would have been self-defeating.

"My style is actually similar to that of Ip Man. If I want to be better than him, I should learn from him and improve."

Chen Yingjie fell into deep thought.

Others didn't care so much. A few people who were very familiar with Luo Ping were encouraging him, saying: "Although this person is powerful, he is too flashy and feels uncomfortable. Go and see who the second one is."

The martial arts styles of these people are similar to Luo Ping's. They like to fight hard, but they are also quirky. Looking at Ip Man's moves, I can't get much inspiration.

Luo Ping thought the same way and walked towards the second arena.

The originally empty arena, when he jumped on, a figure condensed.

It was a thin young man, wearing maroon armor and holding a long sword.

"My dear Li Yuanfang, I have been practicing martial arts since childhood, practicing swords, spears, bows and horses. Later, due to the death of a good friend, I decided to use the sword!"

Li Yuanfang raised the long sword covered with unique patterns, "This sword is called Youlan, so be careful."

While speaking, he had already drawn his sword.

Although he was wearing some bulky armor, Li Yuanfang's movements of drawing the sword were not compromising at all.

The whole person seemed to be a cold and solemn west wind, the sword melted into the wind, and the people also melted into the wind.

I can't tell whether his swordsmanship is wide open or large, or delicate and small. I just feel it is suitable for both long and short swords, sharp and clear.

Luo Ping exclaimed and danced his long stick with all his strength. He felt that sometimes his stick would be met with equally strong collisions and counterattacks, and sometimes it would not touch the target at all. Instead, there would be a ray of sword light, cutting towards his fingers.

After only two or three breaths of fighting, Luo Ping was already in a hurry and retreated continuously.

Just as he was about to be kicked out of the ring, Luo Ping suddenly twisted the head of his stick forward. The moment it hit the Orchid Sword, a burst of green flames erupted from the stick.

Because Zhou Zifan practiced the Long Night Ghost Flame Spectrum and cooperated with the Three Pure Yang Methods, he found a new way and it was quite effective. He also equipped all the disciples of Songhe Martial Arts School with some ghost fire pills.

Luo Ping's stick contained three ghost fire pills, which were also reflected in the dream.

This kind of will-o'-the-wisp fire is extremely fast and extremely viscous.

As soon as it adhered to the blade, it spread to the entire sword body and hilt.

Although Li Yuanfang's swordsmanship was fast, when faced with such a thing, he had to spin his sword at least several times to get rid of the will-o'-the-wisp, enough for Luo Ping to regain his strength.

But Li Yuanfang directly let go and gave up the Orchid Sword.

The sword was still in the air and had not fallen. A bright sword light had already penetrated Luo Ping's body.

Luo Ping's face froze: "Didn't you say that Yazhi uses a sword..."

Before he could finish his words, his whole body was torn into pieces and exploded.

Everyone was shocked.

Even though they had heard that no one would die in dreams, this scene still made them feel confused.

"no need to worry."

A voice floated in the air, "He just woke up with a fright."

In reality, Luo Ping suddenly jumped up, dropped the token in his hand, and looked around with lingering fear.

"That moment just now, it felt so real!"

He touched his chest and really wondered if there was a hole in his clothes.

"It just needs to be realistic to be effective."

Su Hanshan smiled and replied with a five-thunder centering circle suspended in front of him.

What emerged in the circle was exactly the scene in everyone's dreams.

Zuo Longsheng was also watching and praised: "What a powerful person. These are just the first two arenas. Could it be that those in the next few arenas can even challenge the ladder realm?"

Su Hanshan said: "Actually, the true form realm is also possible."

"That's not the case, you are your true form..."

Zuo Longsheng was halfway through his words. He looked at Su Hanshan's face and said hesitantly, "Wait, couldn't you have... broken through to the Xuan Fei?!"

"It's not a mysterious fetus, but it's almost the same."

Su Hanshan said, avoiding the dumbfounded Zuo Longsheng, turned to look at Luo Ping, and said with a smile, "How do you feel?"

Luo Ping didn't hear clearly what they just said. He patted his chest and said in surprise: "It's so strange. They were obviously fighting in a dream, but they still felt like they were stabbed to death."

"But after I woke up, I felt like I had slept for a long time and I didn't feel tired at all."

Su Hanshan asked a few more detailed questions and nodded: "It seems that the effect is not bad."

"The relic space of Xilu Sword Sect is originally a huge formation, and the earth's energy is very regular. When I set up the formation here, I can make the best use of it. It can be used to train others, and also to assist myself. Enlightenment of earth energy.”

The reason why all those who enter the dream state to practice feel relieved and exhausted is because while they are active in the dream state, they are actually communicating with the earth's magnetic field and receiving nourishment and regulation.

Using the methods of Feng Shui and Five Thunder, the magnetic field of the earth's energy is used to influence the electromagnetic field of everyone's brain to build a common dream.

Then imitate the impressive characters in your past life memories, create some images with particularly distinctive characteristics for sparring, and use the activity of people to drive the earth's energy, complementing each other.

This dream battle arena can be considered to be on the right track.

Unfortunately, it is still far less than the huge scale of Heavenly Dreamland.

Su Hanshan estimated that even if he were to host it in person, he could only accommodate up to three thousand people at the same time. It is far more difficult to create and maintain well than to destroy, which made him appreciate the majesty of the dream of the past.

"The larger the number of people accommodated, the higher the dream's cultivation level, the purer the martial will, the more effective the test of earth energy will be, and the more complete my understanding will be. Well, things that require a lot of assistance to operate the formation can't be done yet. Taking the spotlight away from the guests..."

Today, Su Hanshan is thinking about many aspects at the same time. He still feels at ease and his mind is relaxed and not strenuous. He gently cracks his knuckles and says with a smile, "After more than two months at home, it's time to go out for a walk." ”

(End of this chapter)