I want to embrace the moon for nine days

After Fan Zhongyan and Zhihua visited the Jianghuai Army's camp, they appeased the people and sent people out to explore the course of the water veins and the terrain.

Although he was not a military general and had no official documents to mobilize large numbers of troops, he only sent scouts to the coast of the Taihu Lake to assist in mapping and surveying. No one objected to such a small matter.

Early that morning, the two of them prepared to meet Su Hanshan.

"I came here in a hurry. I only have a small gift from the ship."

Fan Zhongyan walked along the hillside, holding a brocade box containing a jade pendant in his hand, and said slowly, "I don't know what Mr. Su likes, and whether he would be unwilling to meet him."

Zhihua said: "If he doesn't want to see you, he will notice you when you are within a ten-mile radius and drive you away. There has been no reaction so far, so it is obvious that he is willing to see you. It doesn't matter if you don't bring anything."

After the two of them climbed over the hillside, they saw a large flat land in front of them, with wild grass and a courtyard in the middle.

The nearest town is dozens of miles away, and the nearby mountains, rivers and grasslands can be said to be a veritable uninhabited wilderness. Of course, there are no ready-made houses or dilapidated temples.

This courtyard was built after Su Hanshan chose it as a temporary place to stay. He used his internal energy to pour soil and rocks, transform the appearance, and raise the flat ground.

Therefore, the color tone of the entire yard looks gray and black, and the walls are high and thick. Even if you walk close, you can only vaguely hear human voices.

Fan Zhongyan could hear many childish voices, as well as the gentle voices of older people, who seemed to be discussing martial arts.

There is also the aroma of food and tea wafting around, creating a warm, tranquil and leisurely life.

Fan Zhongyan bowed and gave his name, and without further ado, the gate was opened.

"Please come in."

When the two of them went in, they saw many magical silkworm babies playing around in the spacious courtyard. Some were practicing archery, while others were drinking from teapots.

There was only one particularly mature silkworm, flapping its wings gently behind it, holding a paintbrush, painting in a corner of the yard.

A beautiful woman nearby was instructing on how to use the pigments, crushing and mixing the flowers and fruits from the underworld, and exchanging ideas with the divine silkworm painter.

Ouyang Chun sat at a large square bluestone table. The surface of the table was engraved with thousands of traces. More than a hundred glazed beads were rolling along the traces, arranged in an orderly manner amidst chaos.

Fan Zhongyan had met Ouyang Chun once before and could recognize him.

Then the person sitting opposite Ouyang Chun was obviously Su Hanshan.

Fan Zhongyan looked at the figure with his back to him. His appearance showed that he was only seven or eight years old.

But when he sat there, his body slightly leaning against the back of the black ice chair, there were always wisps of demonic energy gathering and steaming in the air around him, making people feel that his figure was a hundred times taller than reality.

When he turned around, Fan Zhongyan felt even more nervous.

In that moment, Fan Zhongyan seemed to see a series of devil faces passing by Su Hanshan's face one after another.

Each and every face has a deep demonic nature, some have green faces and fangs, some have red eyes and white hair, some have sad smiles and yellow pupils, which are chilling.

However, because the rotation was too fast, these terrifying faces of the demon kings had no chance to stand out individually.

It can only be like an ordinary light and shadow mask. After flowing in the air, it will become invisible and silent.

"what?"

Su Hanshan chuckled, "Master Fan actually sensed the deep signs of my practice. I had only heard of Master Fan's reputation in other aspects before. Now it seems that Master Fan also has extraordinary attainments in the way of practice."

"Please sit down!"

There were a few other black ice chairs placed beside the table. Fan Zhongyan did not refuse, went over and sat down, and placed the gift on a corner of the stone table.

"Other things are fine, but if we only talk about cultivation, I am old and weak, and I will probably only be able to stay at the third level for the rest of my life. I don't deserve such praise from Mr. Su."

When Fan Zhongyan was in his prime, he had already taken over the Wenqu Pure Land. If he could remain the master of Wenqu until his death, it would be a good thing for man and the Pure Land to complement each other.

However, he was seriously injured by the Lady of the Styx that year, and the Pure Land became a burden to him. If he did not separate it, his own injuries would be difficult to treat, and the Pure Land might even collapse as a result. Therefore, the Pure Land was handed over to Bao Zheng for support and maintenance.

For practitioners who have inherited the Pure Land from their predecessors, their own path of cultivation has already had an extra layer of old shadows, and they will unconsciously follow that path.

If you lose that pure land, it will be difficult to condense your own pure land because of the disturbed power of your mind.

Fan Zhongyan joked that he might be trapped in the third realm for the rest of his life, but this was not simply out of modesty.

Ouyang Chun said, "When I met the old scholar by chance, I heard him talking about cultivation. I thought that since the human heart has power, the written stories that carry humanity also have power. I want to compile a set of biographies, collecting the deeds of good and evil warriors, swordsmen, demons, and famous generals and ministers in the world in the past three hundred years."

"In my opinion, the old scholar's book repair is no less than a new and unique method. I wonder what the results are?"

Fan Zhongyan stroked his beard and chuckled, "Editing a book is a huge project. I felt that the research materials were insufficient, so I went out for a walk this time, and by chance, I came with Bao Zheng to Jianghuai."

He turned to look at Su Hanshan, "Mr. Su's origins are unpredictable. He has resurrected through a corpse and killed many kings and generals. His behavior seems eccentric, but all those he killed were evil villains. I also want to include him in the book, so I came to visit you."

“Seeing is believing. Seeing a person’s daily life with your own eyes may help you better understand his or her personality and temperament.”

Su Hanshan flicked a round bead with his fingers and said with a smile, "In my daily life, I practice martial arts, find people to practice martial arts with me, study food and drink, find people to eat and drink with me, and occasionally meet up with relatives and friends, play and read books, that's all."

The glass bead fell on the table and immediately ran along the track. It hit other round beads, some of which accelerated and moved straight, some turned into a fork in the road, and some bounced and then slowed down.

The gurgling sounds of all the beads on the entire large table top underwent new changes.

Fan Zhongyan took a closer look and realized that the tracks drawn on the large table seemed to symbolize the meridians of the human body.

However, it seems like the human body's meridians are disassembled and flattened, so it is very different from the three-dimensional meridians.

If you trace back to the source, you will find that the movement paths of the beads are just like two groups of people practicing the exercises.

The hands and feet do not move, and the fight is based solely on strength. If one side is inferior, the beads will be shattered, the opponent will be eliminated from the game, or their trajectory will be damaged.

On the other side, Ouyang Chun also popped out a round bead, and with the sound of ding-ding-ding, the situation changed again.

After all, Fan Zhongyan was cultivating the path of a Pure Land Immortal, so his understanding of the workings of human meridians was not very profound.

But even if he simply watched the beads collide and clash, he could experience the joy of competition and gradually became fascinated.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up and asked curiously, "So, you are looking for someone to practice martial arts with today?"

"Not yet, this is just a game."

Su Hanshan smiled.

Of course, the more people you find to practice martial arts with, the more fun it is. Thousands of people are just the beginning. If you are limited to this yard, what kind of fun is that?
However, he did not have a deep enough understanding of the phenomenon that all things in this world are born with invisible demons.

Therefore, recently, he is just in the state of practicing martial arts on his own, and it is not time for him to make changes to different systems and spread them widely.

Ouyang Chun and Princess Flower God knew much more than Heitoutuo and the others. Su Hanshan benefited a lot from communicating with the couple. He conducted impact tests on all the new gains in his usual style, taking the golden elixir as the hub, constantly monitoring and pondering, and sorting out the results.

When Fan Zhongyan first met Su Hanshan, he saw those devil faces changing on his body, demonic energy rising, and his back twisted and distorted. This was the reason.

Now Fan Zhongyan couldn't see, not because Su Hanshan stopped practicing, but because Fan Zhongyan himself had restrained his perception.

If Fan Zhongyan looked twice more, he would easily see the scene of those devil masks fluttering around Su Hanshan.

It's true, if you get used to it, watching those demon masks colliding and devouring each other, breaking and dividing, seems to have a common interest with the games on the desktop.

It is just more violent, more intense, and requires more careful coordination.

"Although the fundamental purpose of martial arts training is to lure and destroy demons, it seems too dangerous for you to swallow up the demons like a whale, gather demons into a form, and fight frantically without any pretense or conspiracy.

Fan Zhongyan couldn't help but ask, "Five sects, thirteen schools, eighty-one schools, Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, military, secular, demonic, etc. I wonder which lineage of martial arts this is?"

Su Hanshan said: "This is the authentic Taoist Xuan Gong, a top-grade maintenance method for health preservation and longevity."

Although the Xuanyin Sutra itself is almost a heresy in the Great Chu.

Although Su Hanshan had stuffed the systems of various worlds into it and modified it himself, a new flower, the "Xuan Yin Demon King Crushing Method", grew from the branch of the "Ten Thousand Men Filling the Sea Order".

But after all, his martial arts skills are based on pure yang. Speaking of pure yang kung fu alone, it is always the authentic Taoist health-preserving method.

According to his perception, his true body might arrive in the next two or three days.

After figuring out the method to crush the Xuanyin Demon King completely, when the time comes, if the real body arrives, you can directly cultivate the essence of the martial arts to subdue demons, that would be refreshing.

Fan Zhongyan chuckled and turned to talk about Taihu Lake.

Su Hanshan did not answer. He held a glass bead in his hand and turned to look outside the yard, as if thinking about something.

On the top of a mountain more than ten miles away, the reclining Buddha Kunlun monk suddenly stopped.

The people following behind him also had to stop.

Guo Changda asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Monk Kunlun looked at the courtyard in the distance and said, "Is the lame man you are looking for living here?"

Guo Changda affirmed, "No doubt about it. He has lived in several places for a long time in Jianghuai over the past two years. Didn't we take Master to see them just now?"

"We need to walk all the way through, using the impressions of the villagers and his remaining aura as a guide. This should be the way to go."

The monk Kunlun who was lying on the Buddha's big round face still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were narrowed a little more and he spoke in a soft voice.

"Just now, someone sensed our presence in the direction of that courtyard."

Guo Changda was shocked when he heard this: "I didn't notice anything! We were so far away and we had restrained our auras, but we were still sensed. Could that person be an immortal who has survived the two disasters of water and fire?!"

"It shouldn't be. His cultivation method is mysterious, and that courtyard also has other mysteries."

The monk of Kunlun Reclining Buddha replied, moving his rosary beads in his hand and muttering something. The words he was reciting were difficult to distinguish, like the buzzing of a mosquito.

The entire mountain, including the plain below, was filled with unusual movements because of his scriptures.

Snakes, rats and ants hiding in the caves in the woods crawled out of their nests. The earthworms and worms underground also moved toward the surface. Even the cicadas, which shouldn't appear in this season, crawled out.

All the winged insects flapped their wings and flew up, circling at low altitude. At first glance, it seemed that long, swaying smoke strands were rising from all over the mountain.

But on the flat land at the foot of the mountain, in the entire courtyard, within a radius of ten miles, there was no sign of any insects crawling or flying insects dancing in groups.

The sea is calm, but the weeds remain.

When the Reclining Buddha Kunlun monk chanted the mantra, all the tiny souls and spirits of snakes, insects, rats and ants were unified. The people following him were also blessed, and their minds were harmonious and extended together.

The grass looked normal, but it turned out that underneath the shallow grass soil, it was covered with hollow blue-green black ice veins.

The thick veins are large enough for a buffalo to pass through, the medium ones are about the thickness of a human leg, and the thin ones are as thin as a hair.

But no matter how thick or thin, dragon scale-like patterns are formed on the surface of all veins. When the thick vital energy mist flows through the pipes and veins, those dragon scale patterns rise and fall slightly like real scales.

Su Hanshan's attainments in formations were not very high, but he chose this place to live, and naturally he had the idea of ​​running a nest.

If you don't rely on formations, rely on palm techniques.

When he built the courtyard here, he spent a full two hours using the Three-Technique Blue Dragon Palm to transform the underground soil and rocks within a ten-mile radius, reaching a depth of twenty feet underground.

While living here, he silently practiced his skills and pondered the techniques, and the underground structure was naturally inspired and maintained.

With the support of the entire underground veins, his perception is much wider than usual.

Moreover, as long as he stood within the scope of this land, even if ten Xuantai peak masters came and cooperated to encircle and kill him, Su Hanshan was confident that he could repel them in one fell swoop and take the opportunity to escape.

If there were fewer of them, it wouldn't be as simple as just repelling them.

But no one expected that the Reclining Buddha Kunlun monk was so alert that he could actually capture the slight electromagnetic fluctuation that was emitted after utilizing the resonance of the black ice.

Therefore, they stopped early and did not enter the danger zone.

"This great monk has a very deep foundation in mantras."

Su Hanshan muttered to himself and casually grabbed. The light and shadow in the air twisted and condensed into the images of the reclining Buddha, Kunlun monk, Guo Changda and others.

"Do you know these people?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the expressions of the four people in the room, except himself, changed.

Ouyang Chun and his wife looked at each other and sighed, "They are finally catching up!"

When Zhihua saw Guo Changda, his heart skipped a beat: "He's here to find me."

Fan Zhongyan was surprised and said, "Isn't this the Kunlun Sect Leader, the Lotus Sect Leader?"

The voices of several people overlapped, and they looked at each other and suddenly stopped talking.

On the hillside, the monk Reclining Buddha Kunlun also sensed something and suddenly opened his little eyes.

"Flower Goddess Princess!!"

(End of this chapter)