All Heavens Gou Xian

The information recorded by the unique spark is firmly engraved in the mind.

"It's not mastery, it's digestion."

"It's not digging, it's acting."

"The name of the potion is not only a symbol, but also an image, and even the 'key' to digestion."

Zhang Zhixuan is playing the role of a laborer. For him, there is no cost or extra money, because the people at the bottom are born laborers.

Except for a very small number of the second generation of the powerful and the descendants of the rich, people in the world are working all the time to create wealth in exchange for their daily necessities.

Along with the sound of chopping firewood, drops of sweat fell into eight petals, and the extraordinary characteristics hidden in the depths were being digested bit by bit. Zhang Zhixuan gradually mastered Sequence Nine - Laborers, and gained more knowledge , insight into more rules.

Sequence 9: Laborers.

[[-]]: Laborers have created the world with their industrious hands, and weaved this colorful civilization with their wisdom.

[Two]: Becoming a laborer will enhance your charm and make you agree with you.The magnitude depends on the position of the opponent.

【[-]】: Laborers are strong and firm, and your body and will are strengthened.

After becoming a laborer, the efficiency of all labor is doubled... The golden rooster announces dawn, a piece of light shines on the earth, the sky is already bright, a round of sun is rising, and the warm sun shines on the earth.

Looking at the fruits of labor in the courtyard, Zhang Zhixuan showed a gratified smile, and his spirit was greatly satisfied.

Just as I was about to bring the water from the yard into the house and make a cup of tea, I suddenly felt tired.

Unlike the exhaustion of the body in the past, the mind seems unwilling to work at the moment. If forced to work, the efficiency will not be as good as before.

Looking up at the sun, Zhang Zhixuan muttered as if waking up from a dream: "It seems that laborers can't work for too long."

In the past, the sun always rose at six o'clock. Last night, I started working at ten o'clock, which seemed to have exceeded eight hours.

It seems that once more than eight hours, the extraordinary effect brought by the laborer's characteristics will be greatly weakened.

After a night of labor, Zhang Zhixuan himself summed up an extraordinary law.

Four: Working eight hours a day will get twice the result with half the effort, and more than eight hours will get twice the result with half the effort.

Knowing that laborers have limits, Zhang Zhixuan did not insist, and continued to work with a tired body. Instead, he began to load the firewood onto the cart, preparing to go to the street to exchange money, buy some New Year's goods, and visit Doctor Shi on the way.

"Firewood, firewood, freshly chopped firewood!"

Before entering the Taoist monastery, Zhang Zhixuan also peddled with his mother, and now he is resuming his old career.

Pushing a small cart, roaming the streets and alleys proficiently. In winter, the big families have prepared warm things early, and there is basically no shortage of firewood. The small families are willing to buy firewood, but because of their poverty, they are always fussy.

After walking around for a long time, there were only a few copper coins in Zhang Zhixuan's pocket. Today's mother-in-law is very talkative, and forcibly chopped five Wen a catty into three Wen a catty.

Zhang Zhixuan originally would rather go around a few more times than sell it at a low price, but through the crack of the door, he looked at the three children in the woman's house who were wearing shabby winter clothes, and even the older child's arms were exposed to the cold wind.

I couldn't hold back my soft heart for a while, and did business in a daze.

Xin Hao's firewood was cut by his mother and himself, so it was not a loss-making business.

Chapter 8 interesting

Along the way, Zhang Zhixuan was most troubled not by a load of firewood and three pennies, not by the corners of a woman's mean mouth, not by a child's bare arms in the cold wind.

It was the two machines in the woman's house. He saw them clearly. Those two machines were used for weaving cloth and silk!

Zhang Zhixuan is not a time traveler, he is not an ancient human being, and he cannot say that there is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death; where can the money for selling charcoal be used?Those who wear clothes and eat in their mouths; those who are covered with silk are not silkworm farmers; these beautiful and gorgeous poems are full of emotions.

Adhering to the passion and innocence of a young man, he wanted to ask why?

Farmers don’t have enough to eat; silkworm raisers can’t wear silk; housebuilders have no place to stand; ironsmiths don’t have a good pot in their homes; ; the weavers don't cover their clothes; the stonemasons who build palaces live in huts.

He who produces everything has nothing, and he who produces nothing has everything.

Join the Taoist monastery from the folk, and then get out of the Taoist monastery to enter the real society and experience a reincarnation.

For the first time, Zhang Zhixuan questioned the Daoist Academy. Why can't the monks of the Daoist Academy, the scholars of the academy, and even the royal family that ruled all the people help them?Help mothers with calloused hands, help common people like weaving women.

Extraordinary people have power beyond the times. All kinds of sophisticated instruments are invented and created by the academy, but few items from the academy have entered the folks.

Do they not want to help, or can they not help?

Is it because the monks themselves may fall into madness at any time and are threatened by pollution, so it is impossible to help, or is it because the transcendent thinks they are superior and is unwilling to help.

Looking up at the sky and starry sky, Zhang Zhixuan only felt that it was hard to breathe, as if mountains were pressing down on him, on the poor people in the world, and on the monks who might fall into madness at any time.

Among them, the name of the most prominent mountain is called——Old Days Outer God.

If these mountains are removed, can monks and practitioners use their strength to help ordinary people, and will the world become better?

Thinking about the small alleys, stepping into the bustling market streets of the town, there are people besides people.

"Meat buns, big meat buns, there are a lot of ingredients, and they are sold at a cheap price, two yuan a piece!"

"The best Dangshan pear, the fruit is big, the core is small, the skin is thin and juicy, it's cheaper than meat buns!"

"Dabai Mantou, Dabai Mantou, cheaper than Dangshanli, and still full!"

……

The hustle and bustle came immediately, and the street vendors who hawked hot and spicy soup, meat buns, seafood, fruits and other food were shouting hoarsely, making passers-by involuntarily slow down.

Touching the 21 copper coins in his pocket, Zhang Zhixuan once again realized how to write the four words jerky in his pocket.

First, I bought a bucket of rice for ten renminbi, and a half jar of salt for five renminbi to buy my daily necessities.Zhang Zhixuan slipped into a pastry shop along the way, planning to take some pastries as a thank you gift to Doctor Shi.

The shop is not big, but there are all kinds of snacks. On the upper counter, there are mandarin duck butter, xuanhua crisp, and lotus root crisp; on the lower counter, there are yam cakes, horseshoe cakes, chestnut cakes, and peanut cakes; , Vegetables and other small offal.

In the hanging small basket, there are wrapped almond cakes, green onion and peach cakes, thin crisps, red bean paste cakes, and ear cakes.

On the attic on one side are various packed platters and snack boxes, which are suitable for rich and noble families to give gifts.

"Xiao Langjun, what do you want to buy?" A fat shopkeeper in a black coat and a small cap raised his head and asked with a smile, holding a small scale in his hand.

Faced with the old shopkeeper's inquiry, Zhang Zhixuan had already planned in his mind, and said without hesitation: "Here are some snacks in bulk, ready to give away."

The old shopkeeper took a look at Zhang Zhixuan's clothes, and he knew it in his heart. He pointed to the box in the corner and said, "Let's have some rock sugar vegetarian cake, adults and children like it, and it's only thirty yuan a catty."

"Thirty Wen?"

Zhang Zhixuan was taken aback, and complained in his heart, is your pastry made of gold or silver melon seeds, and it costs thirty yuan.

Immediately he cast his eyes away and looked around, Zhang Zhixuan said calmly: "It's not bad, but the one I want to give it to doesn't like too sweet."

"I don't like too sweet." The old shopkeeper pondered for a moment, opened a box and said, "Shuanghang peanuts, salty and sweet, 23 renminbi per catty."

"Icing sugar is easy to stick to clothes." Zhang Zhixuan sighed pretendingly, shook his head, and the old shopkeeper took a look at Zhang Zhixuan with a half-smile, took out his trump card, and took out a piece of almond cake from the basket, cut into slices, beautiful and neat, And it only costs fifteen cents.

"The quantity is small..."

Zhang Zhixuan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head

"This is the jujube paste cake I just made this morning... This is the white sugar cake left over from yesterday... This is the small dumpling made by the old man himself..."

Seeing the old shopkeeper's face getting more and more gloomy, Zhang Zhixuan coughed and walked straight to the cheapest peanut cake.

I chose this definitely not because the peanut crisps only cost three pennies, but because the snacks are huge!

After giving a copy to Doctor Shi, I can leave some for my mother.

"can you reduce the price?"

"cannot!"

"Okay, that's all."

The old shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, packed the peanut crisps, and hurriedly handed them over.

Zhang Zhixuan took the peanut crisps, pushed the cart, and walked towards the medical center where Doctor Shi was.

Doctor Shi's clinic is not inside the city, but outside the city. If he is inside the city, he is also one of the best famous doctors in the city.

But for some reason, Doctor Shi always likes to stay outside, and refuses to go to the Taoist Academy, the inner town where the Academy is stationed.

Zhang Zhixuan pushed the car and came to the entrance of the medical center. As soon as he stopped the car, he saw several patients coming out of the room with hoarse grins. It seemed that the disease was cured, but the side effects were inevitable.

Walking into the medical hall, the doctor was sitting on it, and a man in black was seeing a doctor.Further inside are strange medicine jars and human puppets.

Doctor Shi is a decent person, but unlike the gentlemen with curly hair, Doctor Shi's black hair is always slightly curly, without decoration, his forehead is wide, his cheeks are thin, his eyes are dark, and he looks at the world like no one.

Zhang Zhixuan handed the peanut crisps to Doctor Shi, expressing his gratitude, without staying too long.

Because he has to prepare for tomorrow's conferring ceremony, although he has already stepped into the extraordinary, but if he doesn't go to the conferring ceremony, he will be investigated by the deacons of the Taoist temple.

Looking at the figure of Zhang Zhixuan going away, Doctor Shi was thoughtful, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth. He took out a crystal-like monocle from the medicine cabinet with his right hand, wiped the surface with his cuff, and then slowly put it away. Caught in the socket of the right eye.

Pressing the monocle in his right eye, Doctor Shi smiled softly: "Interesting."

Chapter 9 Amon in the Western Continent

Pressing the monocle in his right eye, Doctor Shi smiled softly: "Interesting."

He has more or less come into contact with the 22 ways of God, whether it is uniqueness or Extraordinary characteristics are full of madness and chaos, because the underlying rules of this world are like this.

Even the Dark Emperor pathway known for its order, and the justice-proclaimed Judge pathway, at their core, dislike distorted, unaesthetic rules and their dark sides.

And the sequence that I just came into contact with, this brand new sequence, drives away most of the chaos and madness with an unreasonable and unreasonable absolute order, leaving only a trace of absolute, complete, and full of red.

It's very interesting, really interesting, is it the 23 sequences that have not been recorded on the slate, or is it the new Outer God who covets the original power and decides to take the benefits from a series of powerful Outer Gods from the Fallen Goddess and the Mother Tree of Desire?

Doctor Time is thinking.

The man in black clothes who was waiting on the side stopped looking at the names of various medicinal materials in the pharmacy, and set his eyes on the attending doctor, evoking a wicked smile: "Doctor Shi, please grab some medicines for me."

It has to be said that it is a humorous joke to come to a famous doctor's home to see a doctor, but to bring his own prescription.Or that this is to find fault.

Doctor Shi took the prescription with a calm expression. He is the master of deceit and pranks. This bit of malice is like an angel seeing a true God in front of him, which is not worth mentioning.

The yellowed paper reveals the traces of time, and dense handwriting occupies the main space. Although the words are ancient and complicated, anyone, even people outside the starry sky, can understand the meaning in them.

Monarch Medicine: A Monocle Polished for Crystal

Medicine: three worms of time composed of twelve transparent rings + a crystal pillar made of light and shadow. Medicine: a lie that symbolizes fraud with nine truths and one false. Medicine: a black crow feather + a stolen second time

Indications: Bug

The ruler, the minister, the assistant and the envoy, are in order, the old Yang is the king, it is the sky, it is summer; the old yin is the minister, it is the earth, it is winter; the Shaoyin is the assistant, it is the elder, it is autumn; .

It symbolizes the balance of the four elephants.

This is a qualified traditional Chinese medicine formula, but the doctor stopped when he was proficient in grasping the medicine and proficient in the prescription, and the smile on the corner of his mouth paused as if time had frozen.

The bottom of the world is madness and chaos.

But as a born mythical creature, he still didn't expect that this world would be so crazy and chaotic.

The man in black clothes sitting on the patient's seat smiled like a spring breeze, but his demeanor was full of malice. Imitating Doctor Shi's movements, he took out a monocle of gold-rimmed glasses from the large sleeve of his toga, clamped it on the bridge of his nose, and embedded it in his left eye. The temperament is very elegant and easy-going.

It looks like an ancient gentleman who walked out of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States period, and also looks like a gentleman in the Victorian era.

The ancient style and modern sophistication have reached a perfect combination.

Doctor Shi, or angel of time, Amon, the god of pranks, took off his crystal monocle, looked directly at the man in black, and said seriously, "It's interesting."

"who are you?"

who I am?The man in black smiled calmly, and snapped his fingers: "This is an ancient philosophical question, who am I, who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going?"

"All life and civilization are chasing the eternal ultimate four questions."

"I can answer you, but after you listen to it, you will definitely fall into madness and chaos, and become sticky tentacles that only know about wriggling and a small and cute Worm of Time."

"It's not that I'm making things difficult for you, but the rules of this universe are like this. Listening to the mystery of high-level personalities is bound to lead you into madness."

"Who can get rid of this predicament, perhaps only the original creator who imitated Pangu to open the sky, transformed into all things, and then tried to return from calamities and re-prove the Tao."

The man in black chattered, disturbing, especially the last sentence involving the secret knowledge of the original creator.

"...%$(&$%&*&...*)"

Although it fell into the ears and turned into crazy and incomprehensible ravings, that pure personality was enough to make the clone collapse, and became the most primitive spiritual item, a worm of time.