I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Chapter 28 Songhe mends his wings
Mysterious light and shadow flashed by, Su Hanshan blinked, and found that he had returned home, still sitting on the wheelchair in his room.

He was interested in testing whether he could bring something back from another world, so when he sat up in the recliner, his left hand was already clasped on the armrest of the recliner, and his index finger was hooked on the hilt of the Wheel King Sword.

But now, let alone the recliner and the long sword, he didn't even bring back the thin quilt that covered him.

But he also changed his clothes in another world, but he brought them all back. The medicine and bandage for the wound on his left shoulder are also still there.

"Does it have to be tied up closely?"

Su Hanshan thought for a moment and then returned his attention to his eyes.

I have been missing for ten days, and I don’t know how anxious my second uncle and the others must be.

wrong.

Su Hanshan suddenly felt a little strange and turned around to observe.

All the furnishings in the room seemed to be the same as when he left, even the wheelchair was still in place.

If it has really been ten days, there should be at least a little more dust in this room.

Could it be that the flow of time in the Great Chu Dynasty is different from that in the other world? Ten days have passed in the other world, but only one or two seconds have passed here?
Su Hanshan noticed the towel hanging on the shelf of his washbasin. The towel had been completely dried.

It seems that neither ten days have passed, nor only a second or two.

Songhe Martial Arts Hall is mainly divided into front yard, main hall, patio, inner hall and backyard, with corridors connecting both sides.

In the courtyard of the courtyard, there are pavilions and lotus ponds on the east and west sides. It is a place where martial arts disciples usually rest and talk.

There are warehouses and kitchens on both sides of the inner hall, and wing rooms on the east, west, and north sides of the backyard.

Su Hanshan's courtyard was on the east side of the backyard. He pushed his wheelchair out of his courtyard and walked along the corridor.

The martial arts hall is extremely quiet now. Not only is there no one in the kitchen, but the senior brothers and sisters who should be practicing in the front yard seem to be gone as well.

Su Hanshan didn't see anyone until he reached the front yard.

"Afraid that they would go out to look for me if they found out I wasn't there."

Su Hanshan thought, how could he inform them that he was back as soon as possible?

He remembered that there were specially made communication fireworks in the martial arts hall. Although they were set off in the morning and were not as effective as those used at night, they should still be of some use.

Those fireworks are usually kept in the warehouse, right?

Su Hanshan turned his wheelchair and wanted to go to the warehouse to search.

At this moment, the door of the martial arts hall was pushed open, and a sickly-looking young man walked in. He was wearing a blue cloth robe that had been washed white. His hair was tied with a cloth band on his head, and the two ends of the hair band hung down by his ears. The palms are thin and white, and the body is thin.

Su Hanshan turned around and called out in surprise: "Elder brother!"

That person was none other than the martial arts school's senior brother, Zhou Zifan.

He pushed open the door worriedly and heard the call. When he looked up, he suddenly became excited and walked closer in a few hurried steps.

"Little brother, you are back!"

Zhou Zifan put his hand on Su Hanshan's shoulder, as if to confirm whether the person in front of him was a real person.

But as soon as he said a word, he frowned slightly, and subconsciously pressed his heart with his other hand. There was no blood on his face, his skin was pale, but his lips were purple and black, and his breathing became heavier.

"Senior brother, don't worry, you can't get excited."

Su Hanshan quickly grabbed Zhou Zifan's wrist and said, "It's really me. Nothing happened to me. I'm here fine."

Zhou Zifan gasped twice, steadied his breathing, and said, "Where did you go yesterday? Uncle Master and the others didn't notice you leaving at all. What happened?"

Did it turn out that one day had passed?
It seems to be early morning now, that is to say, ten days have passed in the other world, and a whole day has passed in the Chu Dynasty, ten to one...

In the days after Su Hanshan killed Cao Wubo, in addition to practicing martial arts and recovering from his injuries, he also thought about many things.He naturally trusted people like Su Tieyi and Zhou Zifan, but after careful consideration, he decided to have reservations for the time being and put it another way.

"Yesterday I was taken away by a weirdo. He said that he had created a mental method suitable for disabled people to learn. My situation happened to be close to his idea, so he asked me to practice it and see."

Su Hanshan said, "Although it has not been long, I have experienced a lot of things. He has arrested more than just me. I have to fight other people first to prove that I am qualified to learn that set of mental techniques."

Zhou Zifan frowned after hearing this.

The Chu Dynasty had a vast territory, and if we looked at the entire Middle Earth, the area would be even more boundless. The place was large and the population was large, so it was easy for people who practiced martial arts to wander around.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for someone in a certain place to be taught martial arts by a passing master. Some disciples' families can even take the opportunity to win over the master and strengthen their own strength in the local area.

However, quietly abducting a disabled young man, forcing him to fight with others, and practicing a crude mental technique, it doesn't sound like the behavior of a righteous person.

"Elder brother, don't worry. I have already learned that set of mental techniques. There is no problem, but it is of great benefit. Moreover, that person is not a vicious person. Didn't he give me some medicine and send him back?"

Su Hanshan changed the topic quickly and said, "Senior Brother, please restrain your skills and come and experience it."

Five years ago, Zhou Zifan was close to the perfect state of Qi Sea. However, during the autumn hunt, he first killed two spirits and was attacked by a sneak attack. When he came back, his arms were broken and his heart and lungs were damaged.

In particular, the trauma to his heart caused him to stop his heartbeat several times. If Su Chaodong and Su Tieyi hadn't worked tirelessly to infuse him with power, he might have fallen into a deep sleep under the Nine Springs.

Now he has a lot of powerful skills, but he can't fight with others at all. Even when he gets excited, he will feel heartbroken.

Su Hanshan warned him in advance because he was afraid that if he directly instilled internal energy into him, it would cause his internal energy to resist instinctively and hurt his heart.

After Zhou Zifan hesitated for a moment, he tried his best to restrain his inner strength.

The younger junior brother has been focused since he was a child. Although he has good talent, he does not have enough experience. If there is really a problem with that mentality, he may not be able to detect it.

It's better to experience it yourself and see if you can discover anything...

These thoughts in Zhou Zifan's mind were suddenly interrupted by a feeling of relief.

He lowered his head and touched his heart, his eyes filled with confusion.

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound of his own heartbeat could be heard in his ears. This was nothing new. In recent years, he had been tossing and turning with his chaotic heartbeat like a drum every night.

But now this round of heartbeat was not as dizzy and flustered as in the past. Instead, it was very stable and powerful, making his mind feel a little clearer.

Over the past five years, Zhou Zifan's heart seemed to have become an overburdened empty shell, unable to support his body at all, let alone the performance of his martial arts.

If the Songhe Chunyang Kung Fu were run a little too fast, the unsatisfactory thing would make the sound of the paper lantern frame being crushed and about to collapse.

But now, a warm feeling lingered in his heart.

There seemed to be a ball of warmth supporting it in the empty shell. Although it was still far less intact than before, it was already a world of difference compared to the days and nights after the serious injury.

"This……"

Zhou Zifan's Adam's apple slid, and his voice was not working well, "Is this the function of that mental method?"

Su Hanshan nodded.

Zhou Zifan was stunned for a while, then took out a small bamboo tube as thick as a thumb from his arms, unscrewed the upper and lower covers, pulled out the lower lead, and pointed the upper end upward.

Special fireworks erupted from the small bamboo tube twenty or thirty feet above the ground.

After three sharp whistle-like sounds, there was a dull explosion.

The fireworks in the sky form a lifelike pattern.

Under an old pine tree in the lush green sky, like clouds, there is a crane with its neck stretched out and its wings spread out to fly.

(End of this chapter)