Heavenly Dao Formula

Momora watched the loudspeaker in her hand turn into green smoke and dissipate, unable to calm down for a long time.

"How was it, the first experience of casting spells?" Li joked aside.

"It's like a dream..." she murmured.

She hadn't fully reacted when she shouted just now, and even fearing that there would be no effect, she almost held back her strength and shouted at the top of her voice.

It wasn't until her own echoes came from around the shanty that Momola realized that she had accomplished what a mage could do once.

Spellcaster—this word has almost nothing to do with half-beasts. The former are the lucky ones among humans, with a high status, basically second only to dragonborn. The latter are weeds in the bottom layer, half-human, half-animal mutants, who are inferior to humans wherever they go.

It would be an absolute lie to say that she does not envy the caster.

If you have enough power, why should you be afraid of the overseer's oppression?

It's a pity that the gap of birth cannot be bridged. She can't be born to master spells like the dragonborn, and the mage tower will not take in a half-beast apprentice without talent.

At the moment when Momora followed Li's instructions and imagined injecting invisible magic power into the sound amplifier, she felt an indescribable sense of comfort—as if her body wrapped in mud melted away in the lake, and then It seems that the blood vessels that have been blocked for a long time have resumed their flow. The pleasure brought by this experience seems to go deep into the soul, and once you taste it, you will never forget it.

"Have you never noticed the flow of Qi?" Li asked curiously.

The biggest difference between a demon and a human is that a demon possesses natural spells, thus skipping the link of awakening and entraining qi into the body, and stepping into the eighth-rank alchemist level in one step.

Dragon monsters like Chi are almost born with a sixth-grade asking level.

There is no doubt that the half-beast is an aura-sensing person. Li had already confirmed this when they met for the first time, and Momora could "smell" magic power.

It's just that she never seems to actively use this ability.

"The flow of Qi?" Momola showed a blank look, "What is that?"

Nobody taught her these things, Li realized. In Jinxia City, even a five-year-old child can say a word or two when it comes to Qi. In places other than Shenzhou, the Privy Council will also carry out some publicity on the matter of awakening and feeling angry. Even if the people do not want to hand over their children to the big families responsible for cultivating alchemists, they can also recruit Yunyou casual cultivators alone to give their children Carry out simple alchemy teaching.

There is also a knowledge monopoly here.

And the situation is probably more serious than the six eastern countries.

At least in Qiguo, neither the imperial court nor the Privy Council restricted education at the bottom.

Reading is the only way to get promoted. This concept can be said to have affected all aspects of the world.

"About the topic of qi, I can't finish talking about it for a few days and nights. After this matter is over, it will not be too late for me to teach you slowly." Li An rubbed her ears reassuringly, "Fill up first Stomach."

...

Horn came to a shed with a bread basket.

Lifting the curtain, he saw Mu Li sitting on the floor, concentrating on fiddling with the hair piled up in front of her.

"Brother!" Seeing him coming back, the younger sister immediately showed a happy smile, "Look—" She held up a piece of silk cloth in her hand.

The cloth looked very shiny and soft, in stark contrast to the coarse cloth she was wearing.

"You wove this out of your hair?" Horn couldn't help laughing.

"When you were away, I was thinking about whether I could use them. It would be a pity if they were just used as fuel." Mu Li nodded, "Later, I found that after being boiled with water, it became soft and tough. How much worse is the rope?"

"Excellent, so my sister's hair still has this function." Horn sat down opposite her, "But are these handkerchiefs you knitted?"

"It's a bandage!" Mu Li pouted, "When you fight with the factory, it's inevitable that someone will be injured. It's better to use a bandage than a rag. Now that my brother is fighting in front, I want to help!"

Horn couldn't help but took a deep breath.

If he didn't do this, he felt that there might be a slight flaw in the image he maintained.

"It turned out to be like this. You have helped us a lot. I thank you for everyone."

"Really?"

"It's absolutely true." The horn said seriously.

"Haha, that's good." Mu Li smiled happily, "By the way, why don't you just let me fight with you. You said I'm not suitable for working in the factory, so it's okay to fight against the factory? I promise not." It will hold you back!"

"That won't work!" Horn refused resolutely, "You are a girl, so you should stay behind. Fighting is what men should do."

"Eh? But Momola is obviously a girl!"

"Uh—" He got stuck for a moment, opened his mouth for a long time and then simply changed the subject, "Anyway, it's not okay, so don't mention that, let's have dinner."

After speaking, he opened the cover on the basket and put a sweet bun into his sister's hand.

The latter swallowed suddenly.

"This is……"

"There are kind-hearted people who give it away for free, so you can eat it without worry."

Mu Li glanced at the basket first, and after confirming that there was more than one bread in it, she put the bread into her mouth.

The baked slightly crispy icing melts first, followed by the fluffy bread body - the rich aroma of wheat and the sweetness of sucrose are completely mixed together, and become soft and tender under the infiltration of saliva. Effortless, no throat stinging at all.

For Mu Li, who is used to thick noodles, this is an unprecedented experience.

Horn wanted to ask her how it tasted, but seeing her intoxicated face, the answer was self-evident.

"Brother... is this really something we can eat?"

After swallowing for a long time, she asked cautiously.

A hot current rushed to the horn's heart.

Maybe that's what it means for him to side with Mommora.

"Yes, and not only today, but every day in the future." The horn stroked his sister's hair, and replied slowly, "Brother, I promise you."

...

With the supply of sufficient food, the mood of the employees quickly stabilized.

Even those who clamored to rush out of the shantytowns sat back in their original positions—as Mrs. Callan said, the rewards promised verbally were far less solid than those in their hands, and the rewards placed at the door Buckets of oatmeal have also lost their appeal with the advent of sweet buns.

Not to mention Momola's claim that the same bread will be served every day going forward, and as long as everyone continues to fight the factory, such food will not stop. These words instantly pulled the hearts of all the employees together—if less than half of them supported the Relief Society's actions before, now the number of supporters has exceeded 90%. Even if there are opponents, they will not publicly boycott Momola. After all, who doesn't like the free food?

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, more and more passers-by gathered on the street.

Apparently the news of the confrontation between Baiguoyuan and the workers has already spread. It is hard not to attract the attention of the outside world when hundreds of people clash. Notepad's newspaper specialist.