Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"I didn't hook up."

Shen Wuming tried to explain, but looked at them and didn't listen, and was about to take action.

Shen Wuming mobilized his awe-inspiring righteousness, and his whole body's momentum lingered in his body, and waves of hot air traveled through his meridians.

The traces of Confucian talent on the top of his head condensed into a cloud of light and mist.

"The journey of the Yin and Shang Dynasties is like a forest. The target is Muye: Wei Yu Hou Xing, God is coming to the daughter, and there is no second thought."

Shen Wuming whispered, this is the content of "The Book of Songs: Ming Dynasty", describing the scene of King Wu's defeat of Zhou.

As the poem fell word by word, Shen Wuming's whole body was burning with gloomy golden flames like the scorching sun.

There were even more golden fireworks hovering around, transforming into the image of a golden warrior wearing armor.

"A Confucian cultivator in the third realm?" The strong man at the head looked surprised and whispered.

However, after weighing everyone's strength, he felt that he still had a chance of winning, so he moved like thunder and ran towards Shen Wuming.

The other masked men followed closely behind, running like wild beasts with great momentum, shaking away the frost of the night.

Shen Wuming did not move, but continued to chant, "Makino is bright, the sandalwood car is bright, and the Siyuan is pengpeng."

A row of golden warriors holding large shields rushed forward and crashed into a group of masked men, making a dull sound.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound inside the three or four masked men, many bones were broken, and their eyes popped out.

"Master Wei is proud of his father, and Wei Ying is proud of the time."

Shen Wuming continued to chant, and another row of golden warriors knelt on one knee, setting up long bows with flowing flames.

A tributary golden iron arrow penetrated the night like lightning, piercing into the body of the remaining masked man.

In the blink of an eye, only the leading strong man was left among the seven or eight masked men.

He was the strongest, and with a sweeping sweep of the long sword in his hand, he pushed away the incoming iron arrows, drifting left and right, approaching quickly.

"If you dare to hurt my brother, your life will depend on this today." The strong man's eyes were split when he saw that his accomplice was injured.

When he got close, he jumped up and rushed towards Shen Wuming, but then he heard Shen Wuming continue to recite poetry.

"King Wu of Liangbi, who brutally attacked the great merchants, will come to the Qingming Dynasty!"

The blue cloud of talent above his head surged, turning into a steel spear, shooting out with a cold light like a sharp arrow leaving its string.

"Little tricks."

The strong man at the head reacted sharply and struck the iron spear with the long knife in his hand.

"when--"

The harsh sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other was heard, bursts of fire burst out, and the iron spears were chopped aside.

"What a force!"

After this fatal blow, the strong man felt that his entire arm was almost numb, trembling slightly, and he could hardly hold the knife.

Fortunately, at this time, he was already a foot in front of Shen Wuming, and the long knife struck directly at the door.

"So fast!"

Shen Wuming was startled and quickly retreated, the Mo family's magic power gushing out from his chest.

It is like manipulating Confucian magic power, condensing it into a spear.

There are many Mohist methods recorded in the Mohist Scripture, but most of them are driving mechanisms.

But Shen Wuming didn't have any tricks, and he didn't know how to shoot, so he subconsciously fired forward with the gun.

The ink-colored spear was like a poisonous dragon, piercing the sky and striking.

"Three Realms Mo Cultivator?"

The sudden change made the strong man stunned for a moment. How could someone cultivate Mohism and Confucianism to the third level at the same time?

But in this moment of confusion, the ink-colored spear suddenly attacked and pierced his chest.

He was a military martial artist and wore inner armor with him, but when the spear fell, the inner armor shattered and pieces of armor flew everywhere!

The terrifying power penetrated his whole body, nailing him to the ground, and blood flowed out of his chest like a fountain.

"you……"

The strong man glanced at Shen Wuming unwillingly, but he was unable to resist, and his breath gradually disappeared.

"call……"

When Shen Wuming took action, he was in a good mood, as if he was playing a game, and didn't feel much.

But now the battle was over, and looking at the corpses on the ground, my stomach couldn't help but squirm, and the next moment——

"vomit……"

A large pile of undigested food residue mixed with gastric juices rained down on the strong man in front of him.

After vomiting for a while, even the bitter water poured out, I finally felt relieved.

Just as he was about to report it to the official, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. The surroundings seemed... too quiet, right?

There was a lot of fierce fighting between the two sides just now, but there were no people around... He subconsciously raised his head.

Standing in the distance was a figure covered in black robes. Seeing him raise his head, he spoke lightly.

"Is this your first time killing someone? I didn't expect him to be a new recruit when he made such a big fuss."

The voice of the figure in black robe was rough, it should be that of a man, "It's okay, just get used to it in the next life."

"Are you in the same group?" Shen Wuming ignored the feeling of nausea and quickly stood up straight, looking at him warily.

The figure in black robe shook his head, "Helps a master, but they are so useless, I don't think they are a group."

"So you didn't save them just now?" Shen Wuming felt the man's terror and cold-bloodedness.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The figure in black robe said calmly.

Even when facing Shen Wuming, who had just killed seven or eight people, he was not agitated at all.

Because of him, victory is guaranteed!

He moved forward step by step, and with every step he took, his aura became more powerful.

Shen Wuming felt that the air around him had become much thinner, and a feeling of suffocation enveloped his whole body.

Even Haoran Zhengqi's running speed is 30% slower.

One can imagine how terrifying the strength is.

"Are you ready to die? I will..." A man's voice sounded.

But before he finished speaking, a red light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, which was extremely dazzling in the dark night.

This was followed by a harsh crash and sparks flying.

"Bang!"

Shen Wuming only heard a frightening explosion, and the next moment, he stood on the spot.

The man who was showing off his power just now was lying on the ground, covering his chest and screaming.

But there was one more person in front of him, Princess Taiping Song Nanzhu.

"Gudong." Shen Wuming swallowed, his eyes dull, looking at the girl in front of him.

[You personally use Confucianism and law to conduct actual combat, your combat experience increases, and the 'Book of Songs' breaks through to the third level]

[You watched the martial arts battle, gained an epiphany in leg skills, and learned the military martial arts ‘Sea-Sea Suppressing Dragon Technique’]

Shen Wuming's heart moved. This technique of stepping on the sea and suppressing the dragon is a unique military skill, which is mainly based on footwork and is quite mysterious.

At this time, Song Nanzhu had turned to look at him. Shen Wuming didn't have time to take a closer look, so he hurriedly cupped his fists and saluted.

"Ms. Song is well!"

Shen Wuming's posture was humble, even a little groveling, and he took the initiative to salute Song Nanzhu.

He knew that Song Nanzhu was very strong, after all, he had knocked Ma Baoshan away with a slap before.

But the man in front of him was definitely not something someone like Ma Baoshan could touch.

But Song Nanzhu's beating of him was still like beating a dog. Shen Wuming had to admit that he was scared.

But I just discovered another point.

His eyes moved from Song Nanzhu's chest to the two slender thighs below.

Compared to Cao Juyu's gourd-like figure, Song Nanzhu looked extremely...pure.

But her two slender thighs are very dazzling, they are thin, tender and long, and they can kick people hard.

It's just covered by long trousers, and I don't know if it's white or not.

But looking at her skin as tender as milk, I guess her legs should be white enough.

"Are you okay?" Song Nanzhu asked.

Shen Wuming shook his head. This man was killed before he even made a move, so he was fine.

But the man was miserable. He was kicked in the heart by Song Nanzhu and died after struggling for a moment.

Shen Wuming did not leave directly, but chose to report it to the official and let the people from the yamen handle it.

The two of them just made a note at the Yamen, and then they could leave.

On the way back, Shen Wuming kept asking her about her strength.

Song Nanzhu patted his shoulder carelessly, "Don't worry, stay with me, no one will bully you."

"I have beaten all the young people in Zhongshan County, but no one has been able to beat me."

Shen Wuming didn't doubt the authenticity of her words, and then asked her why she came here?

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