king of black mist.

Chapter 167 Start

There are new questions every day.

In order to solve these problems, Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan had to sit in the living room for half a day every day and discuss with each other after the end.

When the time entered June, the workers' dormitories had been completed, and workers moved in one after another.

The temperature has risen, and the sea freeze has been thawed by more than half, but the cargo ship cannot be completely landed, and workers need to jump into the sea to transport, and there are not many workers needed, so Li Changzhou built worker dormitories in other places, so that all workers can There is work to do.

The flour industry has been completely under Li Changzhou's control, and the price is stable.

Some leaders who liked to deduct wages, when some workers overwhelmed them for the first time and were executed by Li Changzhou on the spot, the entrance of the Marshal's Mansion almost became the execution ground.

There are also workers or other leaders who took the opportunity to seek revenge or frame them, but under the questioning of the "Goddess of Mercy", there was nothing to hide.

The name of Empress Guanyin has gradually become more prestigious than Second Master Li.

Songcheng can't see too obvious changes, but the workers no longer have to worry about losing their jobs, and they don't have to worry about being deducted from their money. Everything is thriving.

On June [-]th, Yang Qinglan was lying on a soft chair in the corridor, flipping through the booklet in her hand.

This month's issuing of orders gave her a tinge of majesty in her orchid-like demeanor.

Li Changzhou was in the courtyard under the corridor, dark clouds rolled in his mind, but he kept silent.

Under the pull of the dark cloud, the muscles, blood, fascia, and cells of the whole body slowly trembled, and it seemed that they also turned into thunderclouds, which contained violent and unparalleled lightning.

Rumble!
In my mind, the lightning in the dark clouds is like a dragon, sometimes revealing a scale and a half of its claws.

Li Changzhou didn't change his face, but his spirit tensed up, and he firmly suppressed the purple thunder dragon.

The lightning became more and more violent, like a wolf dog on a chain, trying to break free like crazy, trying to bite Li Changzhou's spine.

As time went by, it became more and more difficult to control Thundercloud, and the chains changed from iron chains to ropes.

Not only control, long-term visualization requires a lot of energy. To maintain this level of consumption, at least a full-scale breakthrough is required.

For Li Changzhou, this consumption is irrelevant, he just needs to control it wholeheartedly.

The body has faintly felt numb, and the visualization really began to affect reality.

When the chain in your hand becomes a rope, and then from the rope to cloth, and the cloth is about to slip and tear from your hand——

The blood, blood and flesh of the whole body split countless lightning bolts, and the potential exploded instantly, rushing to the spine.

boom!
In his mind, the thunder dragon roared, almost becoming a materialized beam of light, striking the spine already covered with lightning.

Yang Qinglan heard a dull rumbling thunder, raised his head, and looked at Li Changzhou.

Li Changzhou slowly opened his eyes, which were as bright as lightning.

"Successful?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"Successful." Li Changzhou let out a breath, his eyes slowly darkened, like dark clouds retracting their power.

The first potential development of "Thunder Map" has been completed.

If you cut Li Changzhou open at this time and put his spine in a dark place, you will find that the spine has a weak light. If you put your ears on it, you can hear the faint thunder like a conch hearing the sound of the sea.

If you practice visualization to this level, in battle, even if you don't visualize the complete "Thunder Map", as long as you feel the spine a little, you can stimulate a small half of your potential.

Every move can produce a weak paralysis like thunder and lightning, and the power is twice as powerful as ordinary punches.

"How much ability?"

"14, an increase of 5 points."

Not only that, but Li Changzhou also felt that his body wanted to transform more deeply. The strength, blood, and flesh and blood in his whole body wanted to become something again.

It is also a step closer to the third "Physical Strengthening".

Li Changzhou was full of strength at this time, and he wanted to punch him to vent his anger, but this was the Marshal's Mansion, not his honeypot world, so although it was nothing to cause a commotion, try not to do it as much as possible.

Now he can't wait to hunt down the master of Vulcan Martial Art Museum, or simply fight with Chunhuang.

"Sigh~"

"Ah——" Little Carrot yawned, sat cross-legged on top of the King Cobra, and came out of the house.

This month, Li Changzhou gave her the "Pollen Girl" again, and asked her to feed the king cobra with various pollen to expand the poison library of the king cobra.

"Brother!" Li Qianxia walked into the yard with a booklet.

"Come on, sign and sign!"

Li Changzhou put away his posture, took what she handed over and saw that it was the donation book of Qingshui Girls' School.

"Again?" He laughed, "Didn't you just donate money to some girl yesterday?"

"It's the "Rules of the Women's Association". That was yesterday's event. Today is today's event. Donate more!" Li Qianxia said while explaining.

Li Changzhou took a look and found that several concubines, even Liu De, Wang Dehai and other servants were "forced to donate", [-] each.

"Sister Chunhuang has donated it!" Li Qianxia turned the book forward, the first name on the first page, Chunhuang donated 1000 yuan.

Li Changzhou wrote his name with a pen and donated 200.

"You only donated two hundred? Add a zero, add another zero!" Li Qianxia pressed Li Changzhou and drew an extra zero behind the 200 as if teaching him to write.

"Is this a donation or a money grab? Is there any law?" Li Changzhou laughed.

He wanted to donate 2000 from the very beginning, and he wrote 200 just to tease Li Qianxia.

"I am your lord!" Li Qianxia said, grabbing back her notebook and pen, avoiding the blooming lotus, and ran up the corridor, "Qinglan, come on, it's your turn, write more!"

This month, Li Qianxia devoted herself to the women's march every day, accompanied by Li Changzhou's fiancée, Lin Yin.

The results were also fruitful. The wages of women workers in several industries such as insole factories and textile factories changed from 2 cents a day to 3 cents a day.

It's only 3 cents more a day, and it's [-] yuan a month!
The parade is not a joke, nor is it a parade if you want to parade. If you parade, you can’t work. If you don’t work, you have no money. How can you live without money?

At this time, Li Qianxia's donation played a role. In addition to ensuring the lives of the marching women workers, the extra money could be used to print slogans and the like.

Of course, not all parades have good results.

On the way, there was a boss who directly dismissed all the female workers who marched and recruited another group of female workers.

Just when the female workers in the parade began to regret it—it was better to have a job than no job, Li Qianxia and Lin Yin, in a rage, lobbied everywhere, what was all about prosperity, what was about to die, and finally launched a large-scale collective strike.

The situation is deadlocked.

The boss would rather not start work than raise wages; Li Qianxia is raising funds everywhere, and if wages are not raised for a day, the strike will not stop for a day.

"Don't just think about these things," Yang Qinglan said while writing her name under Li Changzhou, "I want you to pay attention to the movement of the Vulcan Martial Arts Academy, any news?"

"There are fewer people going in and out in navy uniforms." Li Qianxia teased the birds in the cage in the corridor.

For the birds of wealthy families, servants regularly add water, feed them, and clean the cages every day.

"Looks like it's about to start." Yang Qinglan finished writing and returned the notebook to Li Qianxia.

"It's not about to start, it's already started." Chunhuang walked in gracefully.

Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan looked at her, and while Li Qianxia was watching her, she taught Xiaoluobo to "draw" her name on the notebook.

"Get ready, it's today." Chunhuang said.

Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan looked at each other through the vibrant lotus.

"Qianxia, ​​it's done." Little Luobo finished writing his name like a picture.

Li Qianxia took the notebook, pursed her lips, turned two pages, and then slowly closed it. There was no time to collect the donation, let alone send it out.

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There is nothing to clean up, and there is nothing to miss. This does not belong to their era.

After a few simple explanations, Li Changzhou, Yang Qinglan, Li Qianxia, ​​Xiaoluobo, and Chunhuang sat on the back of the butterfly and went directly to the pier.

"Where are your subordinates?" Yang Qinglan asked Chunhuang.

"It's pretty much killed by you," Chun Huang glared at Li Changzhou resentfully, "I didn't let them come over for the rest, they are not combatants, they are technical players, and I will feel a little troublesome if they die."

"There are four of us and you are alone, do you think it's fair?" Yang Qinglan said.

"You should learn "Shenhuotu" first." Chunhuang said simply and clearly.

Only learned in the dungeon can be redeemed after the dungeon ends.

Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou, she knew that she was not suitable for bargaining.

"Plus the fighting method of "Shenhuo Tu"." Li Changzhou said.

"The handsome guy finally talked to me? But don't forget, we have made a blood alliance. No matter how big the difference in numbers is between us, we must work together to kill the owner of the Vulcan Pavilion."

"That's the truth, but Spring Emperor, your goal should not only be the "Shenhuo Map", but the fighting power of the four of us."

"Why don't I know?" Chunhuang tilted his head and asked Li Changzhou with a smile, as if he was flirting on the bed. When you asked her if she was comfortable, she turned her face and answered, "I don't know."

"With your personality, your goal is only S-level ideas, and the dungeon has a limit on the number of people. If all your subordinates are brought up, it is better for me alone, let alone the four of us. For future cooperation, we should have more of each other. How about sincerity?" Li Changzhou said.

"Okay." Chunhuang agreed without thinking.

She looked at Li Changzhou with a smile, as if—as long as it was his request, she would agree to it all.

This woman always gives people this illusion, every word and deed seems to imply that she has a crush on you.

The butterfly flew very slowly, and during the daytime, semi-mimesis was not as safe as at night, so Chunhuang threw out a mist to envelop the butterfly and the five of them.

"Should we make a plan?" Li Qianxia tried to ask.

Chunhuang didn't have this idea, and said: "You all know what you should know this month. The battlefield is changing rapidly. You can see the timing and adjust accordingly."

"Okay." Li Qianxia nodded.

Li Changzhou looked towards the direction of the pier.

The owner of the Vulcan Pavilion, Zhu Xiongjie, 62 years old, has developed two potentials in "Shenhuotu", and his punches and kicks are like meteorites, with infinite power.

The purpose of killing the starfish in the basket is very simple. The third potential development of "Shenhuo Map" - the body of Shenhuo, needs to eat ice-like medicinal materials.

Either freeze to death, or the body turns into a divine fire and becomes a body of flames.

According to Chunhuang's speculation, although Zhu Xiongjie killed Basket Starfish in history, the breakthrough failed, otherwise Marshal Li would not have been assassinated.

"Then why didn't we wait for him to die before grabbing "Shenhuo Tu"?" Li Qianxia asked at the time.

"These ancients regarded the visualization map as more important than their own lives. When teaching their disciples, they would take a look at it on the spot, and then put it away by themselves. They would like to tie it to their backs when they slept with women. When Zhu Xiongjie broke through, It will definitely be carried on the body, whether it is frozen into ice or cremated after failing to break through, the "Vision Map" will be destroyed."

"Give it to the apprentice, or hide it?"

"Did the apprentice run away with the picture? Did someone find it after hiding it? The visualization picture is not a martial arts secret book, you can just memorize it. Every time you break through your potential, you need to visualize the picture again to obtain a further way of visualization. "

Li Changzhou recalled these contents.

After developing the potential in "Thunder Map", he visualized it again, and it really felt a bit thunderous and rainy. The potential that was stimulated, he saw a lot in the past, but now he found that it was only a very small part of the body.

If you want to develop the second potential, you have to go back to find Master Huang, or kill the owner of the Vulcan Pavilion to get the "Shenhuo Map".

Li Changzhou is more inclined to "Shenhuotu", which can allow Zhu Xiongjie to plan the third potential development, at least it is A-level, not to mention there are real fighting methods
Butterflies scrambled, passed by buildings, and approached the pier slowly and firmly.

"There is danger ahead!" Little Carrot shouted suddenly.

Needless to say, Li Changzhou and the others have already seen it.

A giant basket starfish that looks like a net or a gorgon is waving her arms and legs, and it looks like many snakes coiled together.

"Oh!"

The warship fired, a huge explosion, the aftermath of the impact, and a large area of ​​wrists and feet were instantly emptied.

The sky was full of flesh and blood, like a shower of corpse debris.

In the next second, these arms and legs grew back in an instant, dancing randomly like a group of snakes coming out of their holes, and like the old rulers covering the sky and the sun devouring the fishing boat, wrapped in a strong wind, they slammed towards the warship.

With a long howl that could overwhelm everything, a meteor-like flame flew into the sky, and the air distorted instantly as it passed.

The fragments of the corpses that were still falling started to ignite spontaneously one by one, turning into a rain of fire, falling into the sea water, drowning Ban Quen immediately.

When the first group of ignited corpse fragments fell into the sea, the huge meteorite flame also hit the tentacles strangled by the starfish in the basket.

The scorching high temperature caused the starfish in the basket to curl up like an electric shock, and topple over the river like a madman. The seawater at the pier was like a pot, as if it was going to be overturned!
The flames disappeared at the touch of a touch, and retreated to the high watchtower of the warship, an old man with a strong figure and a tyrannical face slowly appeared from the flames.

"Fire!" He ordered sharply, full of murderous aura.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The fire from the warship's muzzle exploded one after another like fireworks!

"Woo—" The basket starfish went berserk, releasing infinite cold air from its arms and legs, and the sea began to freeze again.

Opening his mouth again, he spit out a large cloud of ice mist, destroying all shells, and immediately froze into ice lumps.

Arms and feet swept across, and the bomb ice lump smashed into the distant sea, setting off a wave of four or five meters high.

(End of this chapter)