King of Black Mist

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 afterward.

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

The temperature has risen and more than half of the sea ice has thawed, but the cargo ship cannot yet completely dock. Workers need to jump into the sea to transport, and there are not many workers needed, so Li Changzhou builds worker dormitories elsewhere to accommodate all workers. There is work to do.

The flour industry is completely under Li Changzhou's control, and prices are stable.

For some bosses who liked to withhold wages, when workers took them over for the first time and were executed on the spot by Li Changzhou, the entrance to the Marshal's Mansion almost became an execution site.

There were also workers or other leaders who took the opportunity to seek revenge or frame them, but under the questioning of the "Goddess of Mercy", everything was revealed.

The name of Lady Guanyin gradually became more prestigious than Mr. Li.

No obvious changes can be seen in Songcheng, but workers no longer have to worry about losing their jobs or having their money deducted, and everything is thriving.

On June 6, Yang Qinglan was lying on a soft chair in the corridor, flipping through the book in his hand.

This month of issuing orders has given her the aura of Kong Gu Orchid with a hint of majesty.

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

The muscles, blood, fascia, and cells all over the body slowly began to tremble under the pull of the dark clouds, and seemed to have turned into thunderclouds, which contained extremely violent lightning.

Boom!

In my mind, lightning flashed like a dragon in the dark clouds, sometimes revealing scales and half claws.

Li Changzhou's expression remained unchanged, but his spirit tightened and he suppressed the purple thunder dragon.

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

As time goes by, it becomes harder and harder to control the thunder clouds, and the chains change from iron chains to ropes.

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

For Li Changzhou, this consumption is irrelevant, he just needs to control it with all his heart.

My body has begun to feel faintly numb, and the visualization really begins to affect reality.

When the chain in the hand turns into a rope, then from the rope into cloth, and when the cloth is about to slip out of the hand and tear——

Countless rays of lightning were fired from the blood, flesh and blood all over the body, and the potential exploded instantly, rushing to the spine.

boom!

In his mind, the thunder dragon roared, almost becoming a substantial beam of light, striking his spine that was already covered with thunder and lightning.

Yang Qinglan heard a dull rumble of thunder, raised her head and looked at Li Changzhou.

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

"Successful?" Yang Qinglan asked.

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

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

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

After practicing visualization to this level, in battle, even if you don't visualize the complete "Thunder Picture", you can activate only half of your potential by simply sensing your spine.

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

"How much is your ability?"

"14, an increase of 5 points."

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

We are one step closer to the third "physical strengthening".

Li Changzhou was full of strength at this time and wanted to punch him to vent his anger. However, this was the Marshal's Mansion, not his honeypot world. Although it was okay to cause a commotion, he tried not to do so.

Now he can't wait to hunt down the leader of the Vulcan Martial Arts Hall, or simply fight the Spring Emperor.

"Hiss~"

"Ah -" Little Carrot yawned, sat cross-legged on the head 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 various pollen to expand the King Cobra's poison arsenal.

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

"Come on, sign autographs!"

Li Changzhou put down his posture and took what she handed over. He saw that it was a donation book for Qingshui Girls' School.

"Again?" He smiled, "Didn't you just donate money to a certain girl yesterday?"

"It's the "Articles of Association for the Advancement of Women." That was yesterday's matter, and of course today's matters will be the same. Donate more!" Li Qianxia said as she explained.

Li Changzhou looked through it and found that several concubines and even servants such as Liu De and Wang Dehai had been "forced to donate" at the cost of fifty each.

"Sister Chunhuang has donated!" Li Qianxia turned the book forward, and the first name on the first page was Chunhuang's donation of 1,000 yuan.

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

"You only donated two hundred? Add a zero, add another zero!" Li Qianxia held down Li Changzhou and taught him to write and drew an extra zero after 200.

"Is this a donation or a money grab? Is there any royal method?" Li Changzhou said with a smile.

He wanted to donate 2,000 from the beginning, and wrote 200 just to tease Li Qianxia.

"I am your king!" Li Qianxia said this, snatched back the book and pen, avoided the blooming lotus, and ran up the corridor, "Qinglan, hurry up, it's your turn, write more!"

Li Qianxia has devoted herself to the women's march every day this month, and she is accompanied by Li Changzhou's fiancée Lin Yin.

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

It’s only an extra cent a day, which is 3 yuan a month!

Parading is not a joke, and you don’t just march if you want to. If you march, you can’t work. If you don’t work, you won’t have money. How can you live without money?

At this time, Li Qianxia's donation came into play. In addition to ensuring the livelihood of the female marchers, the extra money could also be used to print slogans and the like.

Of course, not all demonstrations have good results.

In the middle of the process, the boss immediately fired all the female workers who were marching and hired another group of female workers.

Just when the female workers on the march began to regret in their hearts - having a job is better than not having a job, Li Qianxia and Lin Yin became angry and lobbied everywhere, saying that they would be prosperous and miserable, and finally launched a large-scale collective strike.

The situation is deadlocked.

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

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

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

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

"It 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. While Li Qianxia looked at her, he taught Xiao Luobo to "draw" his name on the book.

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

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

"Qianxia, ​​it's ready." Xiaoluobo finished writing his name as if he were drawing pictures.

Li Qianxia took the book, 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 was nothing to clean up and nothing to miss. This was not their era.

After a few brief explanations, Li Changzhou, Yang Qinglan, Li Qianxia, ​​Xiaoluobo, and Chunhuang sat on the backs of butterflies and headed directly to the dock.

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

"They were almost killed by you," Chunhuang glared at Li Changzhou with resentment, "I didn't let the rest come over. They are not combatants. They are considered technical players. If they die, I will feel a little troubled."

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

"You should learn "Sacred Fire Picture" first." Chunhuang said simply and clearly.

Only if you learn it in the dungeon can you redeem it after the dungeon ends.

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

"Coupled with the fighting method of "The Divine Fire Picture"." Li Changzhou said.

"Handsome guy finally talked to me? But don't forget, we have become allies through blood. No matter how big the numerical gap between us is, we must work together to kill the leader of the Fire God Pavilion."

"That's the truth, but Emperor Chun, your goal should not only be the "Picture of Divine Fire", but the fighting power of the four of us."

"Why don't I know?" Chunhuang tilted her head and asked Li Changzhou with a smile, as if she was flirting while lying on the bed. You asked her if she felt comfortable, and she turned away and answered, "I don't know."

"With your character, your goal is only S-level concepts, and there is a limit on the number of people in the dungeon. If all your subordinates are brought up, they are not as good as me, let alone the four of us. For the sake of future cooperation, we should all have more of each other. How is your sincerity?" Li Changzhou said.

"Okay." Chunhuang agreed without thinking.

She looked at Li Changzhou with a smile, and it seemed as if she would agree to all his requests.

This woman always gives people this illusion. Every word and deed seems to imply that she has a good impression of you.

Butterflies fly very slowly. During the day, the semi-mimicry is not as safe as at night, so Chunhuang threw out a puff of mist, wrapping the butterfly and the five people.

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

Chunhuang did not have this idea and said: "You know everything you should know this month. The battlefield is changing rapidly. You must know the right time and adapt accordingly."

"Okay." Li Qianxia nodded.

Li Changzhou looked towards the dock.

The owner of the Fire God Pavilion, Zhu Xiongjie, is sixty-two years old. The potential of "Sacred Fire Picture" has been exploited twice. Every punch and kick is like a meteorite and flowing fire, with infinite power.

The purpose of killing the starfish in the basket is very simple. The third potential development of "Sacred Fire Map" - to transform into divine fire, you need to eat ice-like medicinal materials.

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

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

"Then why don't we wait for him to die before grabbing the "Picture of Divine Fire"?" Li Qianxia asked at that time.

"These ancients regarded visualization pictures as more important than their own lives. When teaching disciples, they would take a look at them on the spot and then put them away themselves. They wanted to tie them to their backs when sleeping with women. When Zhu Xiongjie broke through, I will definitely carry it with me, whether it is frozen into ice or cremated after a failed breakthrough, the "Visualization Map" will be destroyed."

"Wouldn't it be better to leave it to the apprentice or hide it?"

"Did the apprentice run away with the diagram? Did he hide it and be found? The visualization diagram is not a martial arts secret book. You can just memorize it. Every time you break through the potential, you need to visualize the diagram again to obtain a further way of visualization. "

Li Changzhou recalled these contents.

After developing his potential once in "Thunder Picture", he visualized it again, and it really felt like the thunder was louder than the raindrops. The potential that was stimulated, which seemed to be a lot before, was now found to be only a very small part of the body.

If you want to develop the second potential, you can only go back to find Master Huang, or kill the owner of the Fire God Pavilion and obtain the "Sacred Fire Map".

Li Changzhou prefers "Picture of Divine Fire", which can allow Zhu Xiongjie to plan the third potential development, which is at least A level, not to mention the real fighting method.

The butterflies fluttered past the buildings, slowly but surely approaching the pier.

"There's danger ahead!" Little Carrot suddenly shouted.

She didn't need to say anything, Li Changzhou and the others had already seen it.

A huge basket starfish that looks like a net, part gorgon, is waving her arms and legs, looking like many snakes coiled together.

"Bang!"

The warship fired, a huge explosion, the aftermath of the impact, and a large area of ​​the arm and leg was instantly cleared.

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

The next second, these arms and legs grew back instantly, dancing randomly like a group of snakes coming out of their holes, and like the old rulers that blocked the sky and swallowed up the fishing boats, and then swung them towards the warships with the strong wind.

There was a roar that could overwhelm everything, and a meteorite-like fire flew into the sky, and the air was instantly distorted wherever it passed.

The pieces of corpses that were still falling began to spontaneously ignite one by one, turning into fire rain one by one, falling into the sea water, and immediately extinguished as if they were drowning, making no sound.

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

The scorching heat caused the starfish in the basket to curl up like an electric shock, and to overturn the river like crazy. The sea water at the pier was like a pot, as if it was about to overturn!

The fire was gone at the first touch, and as he retreated to the tall watchtower of the warship, an old man with a strong build and a cruel face slowly emerged from the fire.

"Fire!" he ordered sternly, murderous intent overflowing.

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

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

"Woo——" The basket starfish went crazy, its arms and legs released endless cold air, and the sea began to freeze again.

He opened his mouth and vomited fiercely again, spitting out a large cloud of ice mist, and the shell that destroyed everything immediately froze into an ice lump.

Sweeping its arms and legs, the bomb's icy lump smashed into the sea in the distance, causing a splash of four to five meters high like boiled dumplings.