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Chapter 1575 Connection

It was January again, and Wen Rensheng called the Purple Flower Hound to him.

"I have deduced that skill and it can realize your wishes."

"Really or not?" 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, it can make the emperor no longer close his eyes and ears, and it can make the complaints of the common people go directly to the public.

God listens."

"It's useless. Although the emperor and the corrupt officials are not the same group, the emperor will not make decisions for the promotion of the common people. Only he can make the decisions for himself." Zhao Han still understands this truth and will definitely not be like the ancients.

Hope rests on the emperor's wisdom.

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."

…………

Three months later, Zhao Han finally learned the Tiansha Blood Hidden Technique modified by Wen Rensheng, which of course was now changed to the "Heaven and Earth Interconnection Technique".

"Connecting with the heart, connecting with the spirit, uniting the mind and spirit, the world will be unified."

As she pondered these words, she felt more and more that they tasted extraordinary.

Isn’t this the starting point for achieving the will of the planet?

Integrating all hearts, all wisdom and consciousness are manifested in the heart.

After the exercises were combined, she had to choose a target.

Which goal is better?

She thought of Miss Eight and the Saint.

What would happen if these two people with completely different identities and status were connected in thinking?

…………

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.

He is 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.

Naturally, 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.

Probably because of the majesty of the other party?

Much more powerful than her father, not on the same level at all.

"Get up, it's interesting." The purple gauze saint said something 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 quite good, so I'll teach you a skill here called Water Rising Moon. It's a light skill, so you won't be caught and ravaged by people in the right way in the future." The purple gauze saint smiled.

"Thank you, Saint."

Then she listened carefully.

Unfortunately, perhaps because of the dream, she only remembered 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."

When Huan Yan heard this, she woke up.

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 direct disciples can learn it.

"Could it be that the saint actually has the magical ability to enter dreams?" She subconsciously thought.

She couldn't sleep at the moment, so she secretly ran to the woods in the northeast corner, but found nothing.

It wasn't until the next night when I went back that I discovered that there was a book hidden under the ninth tree, which was the key to "the moon rising from the water".

"How could the saint have 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 was quite respectful in her dreams before.

But this shock only lasted for 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 thing called?

Everyone was talking about anything.

"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, a woman, asked in confusion.

"It's not a dream." The saint shook her head and said.

She practices the Heavenly Evil Blood Hidden Skill, so she is very sensitive to spiritual aspects.

She felt that it was more like connecting the thoughts of different people.

Who is it that has such power?

An expert knows the way.

Compared to other people's random guesses, she knew how difficult and profound it was.

In terms of spirit, only a master-level martial arts expert 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 last."

"That won't work. It's written in black and white. The rent is fixed at 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 member was kneeling on the ground, pleading.

"How abominable!"

"These landlords and rich people never give the poor a way to survive!"

Although the Holy Cult acts in a ruthless and direct manner, it will never advertise on the stage that it only wants to do evil or do bad things.

Because such an organization is fundamentally unstable.

Even the most vicious imperialists will still claim to be righteous.

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. Rent is collected as a matter of course. Even if he sells his sons and daughters, he still has to pay the full rent!"

"Asshole, do you dare to tell me where you are?" A grumpy man walked up and kicked him.

With this kick, Wang Yuanwai was unscathed, as if he had been kicked into the air.

"Who are you?" Wang Yuanwai asked angrily upon seeing this.

"I am the protector 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.

"strangeness……"

When everyone saw this, they became even more confused.

"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.


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