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

Yizhou, Laishui Ancient Road.

At dusk, hundreds of elite soldiers were escorting a prison car covered with runes heading west.

This is the only way from Dingzhou to Luozhou, the capital.

Seeing that night was about to fall, but there was still a long time before the next stop, the team chose a foothill to camp.

The scouts patrolled, while the rest set up camp and made fires to cook.

Song Huai'en had a tiger-like face, and his limbs were tightly locked with thick iron shackles and nailed to the prison car.

There were also two hooks made of fine iron and covered with runes, passing through his lute bones, blocking all his magic power.

Moreover, due to the torture, he was scarred and scarred, and even with the strong body of a martial artist in the transformation realm, he could only feel the chill.

But he was unmoved at all. How could the biting cold outside his body compare to the cold and dead silence in his heart?

The experience during this period of time really shattered his mind and even made him doubt himself——

"Did I really collude with the Yan State? But I have a deep hatred against those Hu'er, so how could this happen?"

"Could it be that my mind was really invaded and I did such a stupid thing? But I don't have the slightest impression -"

This question has troubled Song Huai'en for several days, but he has never been able to find an answer.

"General Song, it's time for dinner!"

Unknowingly, the soldiers had already prepared the meal, and the military commander filled a large iron basin and brought it over.

His expression was quite respectful.

These people are all fierce soldiers in Dingzhou. They have heard the name of Song Huai'en for a long time, and they all have awe in their hearts.

Even though he was in jail at this time, he did not criticize him harshly, but maintained the same awe as before.

Song Huai'en glanced lightly, raised his shackled hands and was about to take it, when his expression suddenly paused.

It's not that the food is not good, after all, as long as he can satisfy his hunger, he must remain useful and seek the truth.

"What's wrong? General!"

The leading captain was a little confused, but when he saw Song Huaien raised his hand to signal him to shut up, his eyes slowly looked into the distance.

Ordinary people may not be able to feel it, but as a martial artist in the Transformation Realm, this is the fifth realm of the military strategist.

The five senses and six senses have been tempered to their peak, and even if the magic power is blocked, they can still detect abnormalities.

"Someone is coming!"

Song Huai'en narrowed his eyes slightly, even though he was behind bars at this time, his momentum was rising like a mountain roaring and a tsunami rising.

The leading captain took a step back in shock, but then he reacted, immediately put down the iron basin, and held the handle of the knife.

"Is this coming with bad intentions?"

The leading captain asked, but in fact he knew that this was nonsense.

If it weren't for the bad intentions of the visitor, Song Huai'en wouldn't have such an expression.

Song Huaien nodded and was about to speak when he saw a faint flash of silver light in the distance.

Then there was an urgent sound of breaking through the air, and a flying knife cut into pieces of the void and went straight to Song Huaien's neck.

"There are assassins."

The leading captain shouted loudly, drew his sword at the same time, and slashed straight at the flying knife.

The blood was boiling like smoke, and the hilt of the knife was also filled with cold light, carrying an unrivaled aura.

But the moment it came into contact with the flying knife, there was only a "crack" sound, like cloth being torn.

His fine iron long sword, made in the style of a lieutenant colonel, was torn apart in an instant, and half of the blade fell to the ground with a clang.

The flying knife, on the other hand, continued to slash at Song Huai'en without losing force, but the next moment, a sound of rebuke was heard from the other direction.

"I met the Fire Dragon Lord in the past, and a sword was passed down to me."

"Heaven, earth, mountains and rivers are all in knots, and the stars, sun and moon are still in their rotation."

The voice was as clear and clear as the water of a clear spring, but it carried an aura of calmness and authority, as if the heaven and earth were commanding it.

Even the void seemed to solidify at this time, and the flying knife, which was as fast as lightning and as powerful as breaking bamboo, was stuck in the void.

The light above the flying knife became more intense and trembling, like a meteor streaking across the sky, with flames shooting out of its tail.

But despite this, the flying knife still couldn't make any progress and was stuck in the air.

"Who?"

"Quick, protect General Song."

The fight just now was only between lightning and flint, and it was only then that the surrounding officers and soldiers were alerted.

Ignoring the freshly cooked food, they quickly drew their knives and gathered around the golf cart.

"I wonder which friend took action and personally protected this imperial prisoner? Could it be that he wanted to go against the imperial court?"

A gloomy voice came from the direction where the flying knife came, and then, a black shadow slowly emerged.

With just one step, it was like teleporting, and he arrived ten feet away from the prison car, revealing a withered face.

"Even if he is an imperial prisoner, his Majesty has his own orders. It is not up to others to decide whether he lives or dies!"

"Now that the charges have not been cleared, Song Huaian is still a general of the dynasty and a meritorious military officer. How can it be that you are good at killing ministers?"

The clear voice sounded again, and everyone looked around, only to see a man coming on horseback.

The visitor was dressed in spotless white clothes, with a crown and broad belt, a wide robe and large sleeves, a handsome face, and a flying posture.

Wearing white clothes, rustling in the long wind, with fluttering skirts, he looked like a fairy.

It turned out to be Shen Wuming.

Behind him, there were Song Nanzhu who also came on horseback, and two men in official robes.

"hehe!"

The old man with a withered face was too lazy to talk nonsense. When he raised his hand, a gray aura lingered around him.

He has held three flying knives in his palms, and judging from their styles, they are exactly the same as the flying knives just now.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The flying knife came out of his hand, thunder loomed on the blade, and there was a burning smell in the air in front of him.

Shen Wuming's mouth curled slightly, and he stretched out his right hand, and suddenly a shovel with an exaggerated shape appeared in his hand.

With a light wave forward, he knocked down three flying knives at the same time, and then clamped his legs on the horse's belly and went straight forward.

It fell quietly towards the dry old man.

This shovel was so powerful, like a real dragon coming out of the sea, and countless righteous energy was boiling, which shocked people.

"You are a Confucian gentleman!"

The dry old man was shocked, feeling the pressing momentum, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his heart was frantic.

At this time, the shovel had not yet fallen, and he felt the bone-chilling coldness spreading all over his body, as if he was stared at by a flood beast.

Even his abundant blood was almost frozen at this time.

"Even if you are a Confucian gentleman, you are not my opponent in close combat!"

The dry old man roared angrily, and his blood swirled around his body. A three-foot short knife flew out of his sleeve and was tightly held in his hand.

He swung the shovel resolutely, and the momentum seemed to be that he was going to die together.

"An ant trying to shake a tree, you really don't know how to live or die!"

A trace of contempt flashed in Shen Wuming's eyes, and then the black light on his upper body surged, and he was instantly covered with armor.

The tightly spliced ​​black armor fragments covered his chest, back and arms like a single soldier's exoskeleton.

Although this is only half armor, the core power of the entire set of black armor is in the upper body, especially the blessing of strength.

The shovel originally fell, it already carried a force of ten thousand kilograms, and now with the blessing of half armor, it was even more violent like thunder.

"Dang!"

A sharp sound of weapons colliding continued to spread around, and those armored soldiers were shaken back by the aftermath.

Some people even felt their cheeks cold, and when they touched their hands, they were bloody. It turned out that their eardrums had been bleeding due to this force.

As for the dry old man in front of Shen Wuming, the short knife shattered under the shovel.

The whole person was crushed to the point that his bones burst, and he collapsed on the spot like a pile of meat paste, seemingly breathing out but not in.

Shen Wuming turned over and got off the horse, sneered, and gently kicked the old man, "Get up, you are not allowed to sleep here!"