Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

September, 1993th, 1.

In the majestic Great Hall, monks in robes were sitting in every position, or lying lazily against idols with colorful branches, but there were no people.

Scantily clad women flitted between the seats, serving them delicious food and wine.

Amidst the lascivious sounds, there were occasional conversations:

"Fellow Taoist, I heard that you used the gimmick of electrotherapy to defraud countless money from those ignorant ant people, and also made them willingly send boys and girls to you for you to practice Qigong. This is true. ?"

"Oh, Lord Buddha, it's too easy to practice Kung Fu these days. Just say something to improve students' grades and make them obedient forever, and those idiots will automatically send them lots of money. Seriously, It makes me feel sad to see their enthusiasm. They all hope that their children can become topic experts and have a glorious ancestor and stand out."

"Being a question writer? Humph! Throughout the country, who can be a human being and who can be a dog? Isn't this something that we, the people sitting in the high hall, can decide with just a few words? Being able to do question questions is of no use. Come out with a good skin and let me, Taoist Lord, favor you. Fame, fortune, whatever you want, you will have it!"

"Who says it's not? The little idol we have trained is better. He is obedient and well-behaved, and he can play a lot of tricks. Don't you think so, my dear?"

"Thank you for your cultivation, Mr. Dao! Xiaosheng's ability to become a major general in the army depends entirely on your kind words. As long as you say a word, I want Xiaosheng and I to bring all my fans and use the bodies of those bitches to contribute to your blood-refining magic. No hesitation!"

There was also an old man with a long beard who had the spirit of immortality and asked his disciples.

"Disciple, how is the sales of Wuji Pill?"

"Reporting to Master! The cost of a Wuji Pill is less than ten yuan, but with the endorsement of idols, one directly sold for tens of thousands of yuan. Despite this, our pills are still in short supply, and there are countless fanatics. Fans crowded outside our sales points and rushed to buy Wuji Dan with their loan money!"

"Hahaha, okay! We just want to make these ant people addicted to elixir. If they don't eat for a day, they will be as painful as thousands of ants eating their hearts. We have to drain the money from these pigs, and then let them willingly use their essence, blood and soul to Come and exchange for more Wuji Pills. By then, we will have a steady stream of souls to consolidate our Dantian, fly to the ground, and transform into immortals, just around the corner!"

"Master, erysipelas is too strong for those ants. In recent months, the death rate has increased significantly and the population has dropped sharply. Do we need to slightly reduce the intensity of erysipelas?"

"No need. These mortals are like weeds in the ground. Once they die, they will grow again. I will promulgate a new decree and lower the age of marriage to [-], so that the ant people can breed and multiply for me. Do you understand? ?”

"Master is brilliant! Disciple, do it now!"

The director wearing a black peaked cap and the actor who looked like a Japanese sat together and discussed the plot of the script.

"I want to arrange for you to capture Qin Hui, but you cannot kill Qin Hui. You must make him recite Yue Fei's poems impassionedly and make the audience shed a lot of tears."

"That's a good arrangement, Director Zhang Da! I suggest that it would be best to add a plot for my character to let Qin Hui go at the end, so that the audience would think that this is the greatest punishment for the traitor. I think this is a kind of romance. "

"Oh, that's right! Those untouchables have no thinking ability, and their appreciation level is even negative. As long as we write this, those idiots will never hold bureaucrats accountable again. After all, they only committed a little corruption. How can Hei's little mistake compare to Qin Hui? Since Qin Hui can survive, why can't they? "

"In this way, we will be able to act more conveniently and unscrupulously in the country in the future."

"That's why these ant people can use their stupidity to provide fun for us noble intellectuals, which is the greatest honor in their worthless lives."

"Hey hey hey..."

"Hahaha……"

At this moment, on the rostrum, the white-haired old man stood up and coughed lightly.

The sound was not loud, but it resounded like a loud bell in the ears of everyone present. The conversation in the auditorium suddenly stopped. People stood up together, bowed, and shouted: "I have seen Master Fangzheng of Zhangtian Pavilion!"

Tianshi Fangzheng, the most talented person in the past hundred years, has entered the Nascent Soul realm at the age of just over [-] years old. He has the power to burn the sky and cook the sea with every move of his hands and feet.

His identity is the elder of the contemporary Zhangtian Pavilion. The decision of Zhangtian Pavilion to hide from the world during the war years and just sit back and watch the lives of people in ruins is what he proposed.

Including the use of elixirs and Taoist techniques to infiltrate the country's high-level officials in the future, turning everyone into puppets and slaves of Zhangtian Pavilion, and massacring all sects in the country. These were all products of the precise planning of Master Fang Zheng.

It is precisely thanks to Master Fangzheng that the pig-like people can be so ignorant, and the monks and profiteers present can run wild in the country, make clouds and rain with their hands, and control the entire world!

"sit down."

Heavenly Master Fangzheng spoke slowly, sat down first, and said to everyone present: "Everyone should know that the old and good disciple - Heifeng is kind-hearted and has never thought of hurting others. Taoist Yu Zheng, as well as the servant Xiao Yibo whom he raised, have all died in the hands of that emperor."

The audience was silent, and everyone could hear the displeasure in Master Fang Zheng's tone.

After all, Taoist Heifeng is a monk at the golden elixir stage. Master Fangzheng spent countless time and energy and consumed countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures to cultivate him with great difficulty.

How could Heavenly Master Fang Zheng not be angry that such a talented person with excellent spiritual talent died in the hands of the emperor without any news?

Someone in the audience immediately stood up and said: "The empire is so arrogant and arbitrarily kills Zhangtian Pavilion monks. What a cruel and cruel evil cultivator. It doesn't take us seriously at all! I propose to declare war on the empire and let that The little emperor knows how powerful we righteous monks are!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole hall cheered.

"That's right! That's right! Our Zhangtian Pavilion is the right path and orthodoxy! Anyone who is an enemy of Zhangtian Pavilion is an evil cultivator!"

"Evil cultivators are the mortal enemies of our righteous cultivators. Let's stand shoulder to shoulder with you all. We can't reason with an empire that has no bottom line!"

"We should immediately launch poison gas bombs and virus bombs into the cities of the empire to make the people of the empire die in pain and fear, so that they know how powerful our Zhangtian Pavilion is!"

"Hehehe, the war is coming, the war is coming! I can get many more experimental subjects and do many more human experiments!"

……

Listening to the noisy scene of everyone expressing their opinions in the audience, Heavenly Master Fangzheng coughed again and said to the quiet people: "Here, I would like to remind everyone that the emperor personally visited the borders of the former Soviet Union and had already divided all the divided areas. It was annexed and merged into the territory of the empire."

After a brief silence, someone in the audience stood up and said, "Master Heavenly Master, does that mean that the emperor's family cannot receive his protection at this moment?"

Fangzheng Tianshi's wrinkled mouth twisted into a cold smile: "Although I am old, if the young emperor tries to return to the rear, I can still stop him in place."

The meaning of the words is that I just want the emperor to pay the price. Whether you want to refine the little emperor's family into corpse puppets or zombies, I don't care.

As soon as such powerful words came out, the monks in Zhangtian Pavilion suddenly became more and more excited. They talked loudly about how to torture the emperor's family, and even fought over whose plan was better.

For a moment, the entire auditorium turned into a mess. Everyone was talking loudly, trying to express their loyalty to Master Fang Zhengtian. They were like a pack of dogs fighting for food.

Oh, not everyone is like this. Those idols who are used to control people's emotions are sitting in their seats blankly at this moment, with blank eyes showing that they are at a loss. They have no idea why the people around them suddenly Got excited.

We can't blame them. These people who don't even have high school diplomas are just relying on their cleverness to sell their assholes. Even if they get extraordinary strength and power with the help of Zhangtian Pavilion, they still can't change their empty thoughts. inner essence.

Only the director named Zhang stood up excitedly and said loudly: "In this situation, our behavior is just like General Yue Fei who went out to conquer gold, for justice and the world! Please allow me to recite his poem: All the Rivers Are Red , Song, Yue——”

boom! ! !

The ground suddenly shook violently. Director Zhang lost his footing and hit his forehead heavily on the corner of the table. Blood flowed all over his face and he passed out.

The actor who looked very similar to the Japanese hugged Director Zhang and cried loudly: "Director Zhang! Director Zhang, you can't die! How can I make a movie to defraud fans of their money if you die, Director Zhang!"