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

The one-horned demon saw the young man who suddenly appeared with contempt in his eyes.

But at this same moment, I felt like my whole body was falling into an ice cave.

A fatal warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart. He looked up almost subconsciously and saw the majestic iceberg suppressing it.

"Hold!"

Even the great demon has inherited the national quintessence of the Central Plains Dynasty, and he can curse angrily when he opens his mouth.

Get out quickly!

But then I realized that the surrounding void seemed to be stagnant under the suppression of the majestic iceberg!

"Master Shen..."

Zhang Taisu turned around in surprise and looked at Shen Wuming, only to see him smiling calmly and standing with his hands behind his back.

The towering iceberg fell instantly, and even with Zhang Taisu's cultivation level, he felt suffocated.

If the iceberg hadn't been aimed at him, it would have been difficult to breathe at this moment.

The one-horned demon felt this way. He was in the middle of the fifth realm, but he couldn't move at all!

Even his mind seemed to collapse at this moment, and then a sharp pain exploded in the top of his head!

"boom!"

The towering iceberg hit his head, and in an instant, the body of the one-horned demon completely collapsed.

Even the human form could no longer be maintained. In the flash of light, it turned into a big python with a single horn!

It looks like a dragon but not a dragon, it looks like a snake but not a snake!

"ah!"

The one-horned demon's extremely painful screams had now become distorted, and its body was swinging, creating turbulent waves.

The demonic energy around him has already dimmed by seven to eight points, and even his energy and blood are also extremely weak.

No matter how stupid the one-horned demon is, he still knows that the young man in front of him is definitely not easy to mess with.

I didn't even have time to say a harsh word before I wanted to turn around and leave.

The body turned into a black shadow and hurriedly fled towards the river, but how could Shen Wuming not be prepared?

"You've come, don't leave."

Shen Wuming smiled jokingly, and before taking a step, he had already blocked its path, and an inkstone appeared in his hand.

It was the Hanshan Inkstone that Lu Ziang gave him!

This inkstone is about eight inches long, three inches wide, and two inches thick, with a proper brick shape!

On the surface it looks like it is made of clay, but in fact it has a metallic brilliance and is very strong.

"Get out of here!"

The big one-horned demon was about to escape into the water when he saw Shen Wuming standing in front of him.

The brick was only one foot away from his head. He quickly braked and raised his snake's tail to pull it out.

But the next moment, I saw countless stars in front of me!

"Duang!"

With the explosion that penetrated deep into the soul, the body of the one-horned demon softened and fell heavily into the river. It was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

Shen Wuming blew the Hanshan Inkstone, then looked up at Zhang Taisu, "I just fainted, not dead yet."

"Bring it up."

"Yes!" Zhang Taisu responded quickly, without any trace of the elder's restraint at this time.

Instead, he properly regarded himself as Shen Wuming's subordinate...after all, his strength was enough to make him surrender.

"It's your turn!"

Shen Wuming ignored Zhang Taisu and turned to Ye Qingcheng's side.

If even a fainted little loach can't be dealt with, then Zhang Taisu, the elder of the Tianshi Dao, can abdicate in favor of someone more worthy.

"You go help them first. This old bastard's shell is too hard. He won't be able to take it off for a while."

Ye Qingcheng was still manipulating the canopy bell with all his strength, beating the black turtle to retreat and escaping.

But it is obvious that the Black Turtle's thick defense cannot be broken through by the Canopy Bell.

On the contrary, Ye Qingcheng consumed a lot of money.

Shen Wuming hesitated for a moment and nodded. Although his cultivation level was high, he lacked combat experience.

Ye Qingcheng should be right now.

Thinking of this, he rushed towards the assassins who were killed in the reeds.

"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."

When Shen Wuming stepped into the air and recited the Book of Songs, hundreds of golden armored soldiers appeared.

These armored soldiers are all condensed with awe-inspiring righteousness, similar to puppets.

Either holding soldiers, holding shields, or bending bows and arrows, they landed on the boats of the officers and men of Guangwu Camp.

Seeing the sudden increase in the number of soldiers in Guangwu Camp, victory was within grasp, but unexpectedly there was a Confucian scholar on the opposite side reciting the Book of Songs.

"The king goes out on an expedition to assist the emperor. The four horses build a wide area, and the big ones are big."

"Thinly cut the 𤞤狁 to play the role of Fu Gong. It has strictness and wings, and shares the uniform of martial arts."

It is also the content of the Book of Songs, and it also describes battle scenes.

When the man's voice fell, dozens of warriors with awe-inspiring righteousness landed on the enemy's sampan.

Shen Wuming couldn't help but frown. Putting aside the exam in the Confucian Temple, this was his first time fighting a Confucian monk.

"Fuck you!"

Shen Wuming frowned, his eyes were like lightning, and he quickly locked onto the figure of the Confucian monk.

"The rapids are like arrows, and the waves are like rushing."

Shen Wuming landed on the water, a ball of waves cushioning his feet.

As he chanted, he suddenly appeared through the air and arrived in front of the Confucian monk.

"you……"

The Confucian monk was shocked and quickly retreated, only to see Shen Wuming holding an inkstone in his hand and smashing it down.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, and the Confucian monk's entire face was smashed into his head, forming a dent.

The flesh and blood were blurred, as if there was no breath!

"Are you the only one who practices Confucianism?"

Shen Wuming snorted disdainfully, and then looked at the other people gathered around him, with a cold light in his eyes.

"A mere Confucian cultivator dared to run to us in his flesh. He is courting death."

A soldier with bare arms and only leather armor on his upper body came forward with a ghost-headed broadsword and taunted.

"I admit that you have some skills, but do you, a fragile Confucian cultivator, want to learn how to take the head of a general in the midst of thousands of troops?"

It is well known that Confucian cultivators have earth-shaking power, but they cannot change their weak flesh.

Even if a soldier who is one or two realms lower than him is only talking about close combat, he may not have no chance of winning.

Not to mention, at this time, Shen Wuming fell into the enemy's formation, and there were several fourth-level warriors around him.

"Son-in-law!"

The deputy general of Guangwu Camp saw Shen Wuming so impulsive that he actually rushed into the enemy's formation, and exclaimed in a hurry.

Then he hurriedly urged his soldiers, "Hurry, hurry up, kill them and rescue the son-in-law."

"Mr. Shen."

Ye Qingcheng was chasing the black turtle. Seeing Shen Wuming surrounded, his heart trembled.

The black turtle laughed wildly, "Oh my, little Tianshi, your little man seems to be gone."

"Poor, poor, a little Tianshi of the Tianshi Dao, has to be a widow before getting married."

"Did I ask you to speak?" Ye Qingcheng was in a bad mood, and he was even more furious when he heard this.

He suddenly bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the Tianpeng Bell, and the golden elixir mana around him was also stained with blood.

The black turtle was unable to react and was hit on the forehead by the Tianpeng Bell, and immediately saw stars.

But these minor injuries were not serious for him.

The black tortoise was not even angry, but just said sarcastically, "Hey, you're anxious."

Zhang Taisu was carrying a giant python onto the ship at this time. Seeing this scene, he was also shocked.

He quickly dropped the giant python and was about to rush forward to help, but he saw that the pure white righteousness surging on Shen Wuming changed color.

It turned into black!