Chapter 1574 Connection
It was January again, and Wen Rensheng called the purple hound to him.
"I have deduced that time, and it can realize your thoughts."
"Real or false?" Zhao Han lay on the ground and said lazily.
It doesn't want to think about any ideals or thoughts. It just wants to sleep and gnaw bones.
In short, it looks more and more like a dog now.
“Of course it’s true. The technique I derived changes the vertical transmission of spiritual imprints into horizontal transmission, establishing nodes one after another, and then people can share some ideas...”
"Node, sharing, isn't this Internet thinking?" Zhao Han immediately cheered up, straightened up, and shook his hair.
"The Internet? What is that?" Wen Rensheng said pretending to be stupid, "In short, its emergence can make corrupt officials have nowhere to hide, and the emperor can no longer close his eyes and ears. Let the complaints of Sheng Dou people go straight to heaven. "It's useless. The emperor and the corrupt officials are not the same, but the emperor will not make decisions for Sheng Dou people. " Zhao Han still understood this truth and would never place his hopes on the emperor's wisdom like the ancients did.
However, she is well aware of the power of the Internet to change the ecology of human society like never before.
What would happen if it appeared in a feudal martial arts society?
Thinking of this, she became very excited, then shook her head and said: "I want to learn, I want to learn."
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Three months later , Zhao Han finally learned the Heavenly Evil Blood Hidden Technique after Wen Rensheng's transformation, of course it was now changed to the "Heaven and Earth Interconnection Technique".
"Connected by heart, connected by spirit, united in mind and spirit, the world is unified."
As she thought about these words, she felt more and more extraordinary.
Isn’t this the starting point for achieving the will of the planet?
Integrate all hearts, and all wisdom and consciousness are manifested in the heart.
After completing the exercises, she had to choose a target.
Which goal is better?
She thought about Miss Eight and the Saint.
What would happen if these two people with completely different identities and status were connected in thinking?
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Huan Yan is still in the twelfth hall. The identities of her and the blind man have been found out, and there are no problems.
Not a member of any righteous sect, just a first-class country rich man.
So I successfully joined the Holy Cult.
Now she is a third-class maid in the Twelfth Palace.
Every day she diligently practices the basic martial arts of the Holy Religion.
On this day, Dahu came to see her.
She was happy, but the other party took one look at her and left.
That night, she had a dream.
In her dream, she met the saint.
This dream was very lucid. She knew she was dreaming, but she could control most of her actions and even speak.
Of course she knows the Saint. She didn’t know her before, but she knows her now.
"Huan Yan, the maid of the Twelve Palaces, has seen the saint." She hated herself very much and did not dare to act recklessly in her dream.
Maybe it’s because of the other party’s majesty, right?
Much more powerful than her father, not on the same level at all.
"Get up, it's interesting." The purple gauze saint said something that she couldn't understand.
"Yes, Saint." She wanted to catch him and ask him about the Blood Hidden Skill, but for some reason, she didn't dare to do that.
"I think your qualifications are acceptable. I'm going to teach you a skill called Water Rising Moon. It's a light skill, so you won't be caught and ravaged by people in the right way." The purple gauze saint smiled.
“Thank you, Saint.”
Then she listened carefully.
Unfortunately, perhaps because of the dream, she only wrote down one-tenth of the content.
"It seems you didn't write it down. It doesn't matter. I'll go to the woods in the northeast corner of your palace tomorrow night, under the ninth tree."
Huan Yan woke up when she heard this.
She carefully recalled the technique in her mind. It was indeed a very profound Qing Kung.
This kind of Kung Fu can only be possessed by top sects.
Only the direct disciples can learn it.
"Could it be that the saint actually has the magical power to enter dreams?" she thought subconsciously.
She couldn't sleep at the moment, so she secretly ran to the woods in the northeast corner, but found nothing.
Until the next night, when I went back, I found a book hidden under the ninth tree, which was all the key to "the moon rising from the water".
"The saint actually has such power?" Huan Yan was shocked. Only then did she realize how ridiculous her idea of sending Dahu to steal the technique was.
As long as people fall asleep, they can know what they are thinking.
Fortunately, she had been respectful in her dreams before.
But this shock only lasted one night.
The next night, she dreamed of another person, Zuo Ning.
The two talked in their dreams for a while.
"Could it be that the person with the magical power of dreaming is actually me?" She began to get excited again.
On the third night, she realized that she was just being passionate.
It turns out that this time in my dream, I actually dreamed of a square of people!
The masters of the Twelve Halls, the Saint, and other people they knew or didn’t know, all appeared in a square.
What is this called?
Everyone was talking about everything.
"Lu Dakui? Aren't you an undercover agent in Tianwu Sect? Why are you here?" Someone shouted at someone.
"Asshole, even in your dreams, you can't tell me my true identity!" The man was furious.
“This must be a dream, right?” The master of the Twelve Halls is a woman, she asked confused.
“It’s not a dream.” The saint shook her head.
She practices the Heavenly Evil Blood Hidden Art, so she is very sensitive to spiritual aspects.
She felt it was more like connecting the thoughts of different people.
Who is so powerful?
An expert knows the way.
Compared to other people's random guesses, she knew how difficult and profound it was.
In spirit, only the master-level martial arts masters can get involved.
She relied on her family's bloodline and stood on the ashes of countless ancestors to be able to dabble in a few things in advance.
This power is extraordinary.
At this moment, another group of voices came.
"Wang Yuanwai, please do me a favor. This year's harvest is really bad. You can't pay the rent you set the year before."
"That's not possible. It's written in black and white. , the rent is three measures of grain per acre, regardless of the year.”
Everyone in the Holy Cult looked up.
I saw a fat man with three dog legs, trying to force a poor family to rent.
The family was kneeling on the ground, pleading.
“How abominable!”
“These landlords and wealthy people never give the poor a way to survive!”
Although the Holy Cult acts ruthlessly and directly, they will never advertise on the stage that they only want to do evil or do bad things.
Because such an organization is simply unstable.
Even the most vicious imperialists will still claim that they are just.
Seeing this scene at this time, no matter how many people don't care, they still want to condemn the landlord who forced rent.
"Who are you? This is my Wang family's field. It is natural to collect rent. Even if he sells his son or daughter, he still has to pay the full rent!"
"Asshole, do you dare to tell me where you are?" A grumpy man stepped forward and kicked him.
After this kick, the Wang Yuanwai was unscathed, as if he had kicked the air.
"Who are you?" Wang Yuanwai asked angrily upon seeing this.
“I am the guardian of the left side of the Sixteenth Hall of the Holy Religion!”
“Ah!” Wang Yuanwai was so frightened that he took a few steps back and then disappeared.
"Strange..."
Everyone became more confused when they saw this.
"Wait a minute, I know who this king is. He is in Black Wind Town, a hundred miles away from our mountain." A certain protector said.
(End of this chapter)