I want to embrace the moon for nine days

"This copycat is really well done!"

Although Su Hanshan knew very little about the magic system of this world, with his meditative mind and deep spiritual perception, he could naturally judge the threat level of things.

In these cottages in Toutuo Ridge, there are many halls, trenches, wooden pillars and statues, orderly spring depressions in the chaos, and iron pot supports with strong oil burning fire. The layout is very particular.

There are about two thousand people in the stronghold, but if someone wants to attack this kind of stronghold, even if the soldiers are of similar quality and all are sharp soldiers, they will probably need more than ten times the strength to have any chance of winning.

Su Hanshan hid in the night sky and watched for two or three quarters of an hour before stretching out his little hand, pointing down with the index finger of his right palm, and making a weak press.

Inside the cottage, the firelight illuminated the lively place, the cups and plates were in a mess, and the seals of the wine jars were constantly being patted open.

The bandits were eating and drinking enthusiastically, playing boxing, dice, pai gow, and placing bets. The noise could deafen the deer in the forest.

The louder the noise around them, the more they have to shout at the top of their lungs and speak at the highest volume when talking to people close to them.

Anyway, they had just eaten and drank enough, and they seemed to have endless strength, so it was not a problem to shout a few times.

"Come on, come on, bet, bet!!!"

Different from ordinary gambling houses, in the bandit's village, the person sitting on the bank was the most excited and shouted the most. His face was red and his ears were red. He held two black porcelain bowls upside down and used them as dice cups, shaking them non-stop.

But for some reason, this big man, who was as strong as a human bear, suddenly felt hungry and his stomach was growling as he was shaking this time.

He ate three or four kilograms of meat in the evening and drank more wine. He couldn't imagine why he was hungry so quickly, so he picked up the wine jar next to him and drank a few more sips.

Oddly enough, at this moment, there were at least several hundred people in the camp, all of whom invariably took a few more gulps of wine.

The rest of the people, although not in a hurry to drink, also felt hungry.

The extremely noisy village suddenly became much quieter.

The clever banker put down the wine jar, feeling a little strange in his heart.

But when someone next to him was urging him to open the dice and check the numbers, the banker's heart started beating fast, the blood in his body accelerated, and steam seemed to be steaming on his forehead.

As soon as people became excited, they completely forgot about the doubts they had before, and the village became excited again.

High in the sky, Su Hanshan's gesture was extending and pressing down his middle finger.

When he presses it with his first finger, those people will feel hungry, not because there is really no food in their stomachs, but because their liver qi is strong.

When liver qi is strong, the metabolism of the whole body is accelerated, and the nutrients in the body are consumed and transformed rapidly, which makes you feel hungry.

When the second finger pressed down, the heart fire energy became extremely excited due to the nutrients just transformed.

The liver turns to the heart, and the wood generates fire.

Fire generates earth, earth generates metal, metal generates water...

Su Hanshan started from the index finger, then flicked the four fingers in sequence, then closed them inward, and finally clasped his thumb down to make a fist.

This whole process is just a matter of breathing.

In the Toutuoling mountain village, the energy of people in their bodies has changed from wood to water under the influence of the golden elixir's magnetic field.

The water vapor was so strong that it suddenly condensed like black ice.

The roar of people in Toutuo Ridge suddenly disappeared, leaving only the sound of smashed tables and chairs, broken wine jars and bowls, and the constant sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Everyone inside and outside the camp, including those who were still patrolling and guarding at the foot of the mountain road, had their eyes fixed and passed out.

Their bodies were not really frozen, but their minds were frozen.

Over the past decade or so, the maze of protective formations and magic weapons that Toutuo Ridge has employed thousands of people to operate have not been triggered at all, and have not had time to exert any desired effect.

The inert vitality mobilized by Su Hanshan's golden elixir penetrated quietly, and its weight was actually not much, but it had already suppressed all these thousands of ruthless bandits.

This is a method developed in the Five Zang Dou Quan Dafa and the Five Thunder Zhengfa.

From the perspective of thunder, it can be called "water dirty thunder"!
In the entire camp, there is a central hall in the north.

Heitutuo was sitting cross-legged and still, closing his eyes to rest.

The head of Toutuoling has a lion's nose and a wide mouth, his cheeks are covered with beards, and his hair is scattered on his shoulders. He is nine feet tall and has a strong body. He wears two layers of thin black cloth robes on his body, which can't hide it at all. That ferocious aura.

However, he did have eighteen fist-sized rosary beads hanging around his neck. When he sat cross-legged, the thumbs of both hands hooked the ropes of the rosary beads, tightening the rosary beads and chanting words in his mouth.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and there was a frightening glare in his eyes. His legs suddenly jumped upright, and his body was knocked out of the hall, smashing the door panel into pieces.

He noticed that the aura in Toutuo Ridge was abnormal, but when he went out, all the people in the camp had passed out.

From several small courtyards nearby, there were also people staggering out. They were the deputy village masters on the ridge. Although their kung fu was far inferior to that of Heitoutuo, they were still ruthless characters who could defeat thousands of soldiers.

But just a few people fell to the ground not far after walking over. Their eyelids seemed to be weighing ten thousand pounds. They struggled not to faint, but they couldn't say a word, and they couldn't help but sweat.

"What kind of colorless and odorless poisonous gas is this?!"

Heitutuo's thoughts changed and he suddenly noticed a bit of yellowish color falling from the night sky.

It seemed to be just a small fallen leaf, but it fell extremely fast, and the landing point was exactly in this yard.

The withered yellow color magnified in Heitoutuo's pupils, the wind in the entire yard stopped flowing, and all the flowers and plants clung to the ground.

The wooden structure of the house creaked and cracked, and the courtyard wall visibly sank.

When the "yellow leaves" fall, the entire yard seems to be buried under the soil.

Heitoutuo's eyes protruded outwards. Under the tremendous pressure, veins all over his body stood out, and his hands suddenly collapsed outwards.

The rosary hanging around his neck had a slipknot that opened automatically and turned into a weird-looking whip, which he waved in the air.

This is the Black Whistle Divine Whip.

Eighteen fist-sized rosary beads were made from the skulls of musicians who were good at playing music, and were shrunk and tempered with potions.

When Heitutuo went to practice this whip in person, the people he selected were all over sixty years old. Such people were practicing boy skills. After a career of playing for a period of time, the breath in and out of their skulls was different from that of ordinary people. It was completely different, and he used secret techniques to hone it, making it connected to his own aura.

At this time, he waved his whip, and a grand group of musicians seemed to have arrived up and down Toutuo Ridge.

The sheng, Xiao, flute, xun and chi are in harmony, and they all play hard.

Anyone who is still awake near Toutuo Ridge at this time can hear this extremely exciting tune that cracks rocks and penetrates clouds.

But in Su Hanshan's induction, Heitoutuo's move had another mystery.

When he cracked the whip, a devil with evil deeds and evil appearance emerged from his body, surrounded by eighteen ghosts and ghosts, forming a yaksha image.

With red skin, green eyes, white hair and fangs, the ferocious outline that reached a height of seven to eight feet flashed in mid-air.

Su Hanshan descended from the sky, and the pressure brought by him from a high position was broken by this aura.

"Eh? Why does this feel like demonic energy?" Su Hanshan's thoughts changed, "No, the move he just made, although it was demonic energy, it was broken by himself."

"That's why the image of Yasha is fleeting and the power that bursts out is so upright and can dispel the oppression caused by my mobilization of vitality."

Heitoutuo could already see clearly at this time that the withered yellow color was a piece of yellow cloth, with a small figure sitting on the yellow cloth. The four or five-year-old boy couldn't help but feel horrified.

If he is just a person who looks four or five years old, but possesses advanced cultivation, it is not that unusual. There are some secret techniques in the world, and if you practice them, you will be rejuvenated.

But Heitutuo could tell clearly that the child's body was clearly the one sent away by Jinling's deputy general Niu Guocheng when he was about to die.

Being able to exert such pressure with the help of such a little brat's body and his true cultivation is definitely not something that Heitoutuo can resist.

"How can an expert make this joke with a junior?!"

Heitutuo shouted, "If you offend a senior without knowing it, I will do my best to apologize."

"This junior is also an authentic disciple of the Kunlun Sect. I still understand these etiquette. Senior, please accept your magical powers!"

Su Hanshan glanced at him: "Kunlun?"

The writing style in the Song Dynasty was extremely prosperous. From the officials in the imperial court to the scholars in the countryside, many of them liked to play with words and ink, listing various patterns in various walks of life, and recording comments.

Some comment records are not worth mentioning, but there are also some records, which are written by famous experts and are quite fair, and gradually become widely circulated and become a consensus.

For example, some people summarized the most active martial arts schools in the world today as five sects, thirteen sects and eighty-one sects.

Five sects refer to the five authentic sects, namely Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun, Emei, and Lianhua.

However, only people from the Song Dynasty ranked Shaolin Wudang in the front.

In Xixia, Tubo and other countries, when similar statements were circulated, it was always believed that Kunlun was number one.

The princes and nobles of the Xixia Kingdom often sent people to the Kunlun Mountains to visit strangers and give generous gifts. If someone was willing to learn skills from the Kunlun Mountains and return to the country, they would be greatly sought after.

Therefore, if the authentic disciples of Kunlun came to the Song Dynasty, they often had the status of a Xixia noble and were highly respected by the government. They did not dare to neglect, so as not to affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries.

This Heitoutuo is quite powerful now. If he was originally a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, why is there any need to stay in this ravine and be a bandit leader for more than ten years?

"I will never say anything false."

Heitoutuo also knew that it was difficult to win people's trust. As he spoke, he made a few gestures, and his aura changed, projecting a towering text in mid-air, as if it were a pictographic mark, exuding the artistic conception of towering mountains.

This mark has no lethality, but it represents the true sect of Kunlun, a ray of energy planted by the master of Kunlun himself when the disciples started.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "The junior is here because of fate. I wonder why the senior took the body of a child from the Jinling deputy general's family and came to question him? If he knows the whole story, the junior will try his best to resolve it."

"hehe!"

Su Hanshan chuckled lightly, "Actually, it's not a big deal. I get annoyed when I see blood-sucking mosquitoes and flies, and I have to kill them to feel comfortable. I just want to find someone who is more knowledgeable and can learn more about the local news."

"Isn't this a coincidence? If I come to your village to find you, I can kill two birds with one stone."

Heitutuo's expression changed. Unexpectedly, the other party didn't care about his identity as a Kunlun disciple.

The Black Whistle Divine Whip, which was already hanging on the ground, suddenly bounced into the air on its own, with eighteen rosary beads raised high.

Each rosary bead has many shiny cracks shooting out from the inside out, and exudes a strong aroma of oily sandalwood lights.

If a person who practices martial arts comes from a famous sect and reaches his level, in addition to martial arts, he will naturally also know the ability to refine magic weapons and have a top-notch craftsmanship.

Niu Guocheng, the deputy general of Jinling, may be slightly inferior to Heitutuo in terms of his ability to fight alone.

But before that, the envoys sent from above, the masters of three cottages, and thousands of his men formed a formation to surround and kill him. Niu Guocheng fought back several times, almost breaking out of the siege, and finally sent his youngest son away.

It relies on the set of methods that keep the bottom of the box when using one's own magic weapon.

Now Heitutuo couldn't care less about his dear baby, so he wanted to destroy the Black Whistle Divine Whip and snatch a way out.

Using the ointment inside the rosary, turn it all into incense and offer it as an offering, then catch the fish and feed the eighteen ghosts and monsters housed in the rosary at once.

With his own real ability to subjugate demons, he can capture these eighteen ghosts and form a Yaksha demon that can last for more than half an hour.

Yaksha ghosts, also called agile ghosts, are good at flying into the sky, can disappear and disappear, and are extremely fast.

With his own skills, Heitoutuo has not yet reached the level where he can fly, but with the treasure of self-destruction and his body entrusted inside the Yaksha Devil, he can still somewhat escape when faced with a person of a higher realm than him. grasp.

Because this yaksha ghost not only flies fast, but can also fly intermittently into the mist of the underworld, making it difficult for people to catch the direction where it will appear next in the underworld.

Su Hanshan had a premonition when he saw cracks appearing on the eighteen beads.

The existence of the underworld in this world has indeed provided great convenience to the practitioners here.

Even he, an outsider, could manage to go in for a while with a little adjustment of his mind.

The local characters are obviously even more outstanding in their use of the underworld.

Although Heitoutuo's strength can only be regarded as the early stage of his true form, even if a person in the Xuantai realm takes action, if he is not prepared, he may not be able to stop his escape trick.

Unfortunately, because Su Hanshan relied on this child's body, his strength was incomplete, so he was extra cautious and made a lot of preparations.

Just when the Black Whistle Divine Whip was activated.

The courtyard wall buildings within a radius of one mile suddenly made a clear sound and all disintegrated.

The invisible, indescribable power gathered together before the countless cracked powders had time to fall.

Outside of Heituo's body, the outline of the yaksha demon had already appeared, and he was about to escape into the underworld. At this time, his body trembled violently, as if he was suffering from epilepsy, twitching and shaking uncontrollably.

The nearby courtyard, including the objects inside, has been penetrated by Su Hanshan's magnetic field of mind, making it soft and loose, just stuck on the verge of collapse.

Once impacted by the aura of a foreign environment, the objects' shapes will scatter, and the magnetic field will change in an instant, all coming from all directions.

Black Toutuo needs to bear the magnetic shock of everything around him in an instant.

This speed of gathering electromagnetic waves that had been waiting for him for a long time made it impossible for even his Yaksha devil to avoid him.

Su Hanshan's eyes were as cold as winter springs, and he whispered softly: "My water dirty thunder is not only one of the internal organs of the water element, but also refers to the dirty cement pool. Thoughts are like dust, and things are like water waves. Dust mixed into water creates a quagmire from which there is no escape.”

Heitutuo faintly heard a few words while the world was spinning and he was in a violent dizziness that he couldn't control.

"You, this is also...a lightning technique?"

The words barely came out, but he had completely passed out and fell to the ground with a snap.

There is no thunder, no lightning, no majesty.

There is only intangibility and no substance, no trace of coming and no clear departure, a mental trap that sprouts between the intertwining of internal and external breaths.

Thoughts are electricity, and the method of catching thoughts is thunder!
(End of this chapter)