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

From the bottom of his heart, Wang Zhongshu admired Shen Wuming and even made up his mind to learn from him.

Fang Daoyuan, who was also a prodigy of the Imperial College, was able to break through the fifth realm with the guidance of Shen Wuming.

He was also very envious.

But at the same time, as a prodigy of the Imperial College, especially the first young Confucian disciple in the Imperial College.

Wang Zhongshu had his own pride.

Even if he was not as good as others, he would not easily admit defeat.

Shen Wuming smiled faintly and bowed his hands, "Just learning from each other, please, brother Wang!"

"Please!"

The two distanced themselves.

Seeing this, Cui Anshi flicked his fingers, and a righteous aura enveloped the field.

It was not to restrict the two, but mainly to protect other candidates.

These two were the pride of the young generation, and their strength was extraordinary.

Even the aftermath of the battle might not be something that others could handle.

At the same time, Wang Zhongshu had already taken action, and his whole body was full of righteous aura, steaming up.

"The morning glow greets the sun, and the red energy reaches the Yang Valley."

"The clouds gather densely, and the rain falls densely."

He recited the scriptures, guiding the rules of heaven and earth.

The righteous energy on his body surged out, like the morning glow and the sun, and sprinkled all over the field.

Above the sky, the wind and clouds gathered.

The originally clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and the rain fell slowly.

The area covered was not large, just a small area in the field.

But every drop of rain seemed to have turned into a sharp blade at this time, falling on the ground and splashing a piece of mud and sand.

The ground was not smashed into a pit, but cracked like a knife.

The rain was getting heavier.

Everyone could even faintly hear the sound of the rain breaking through the air when it fell.

"As expected of the most gifted Confucian scholar in our Imperial College!"

"You can tell his level from his first move. He has the potential to be a great master in the future!"

"Even though Shen Wuming is famous, he will probably fail this time."

Everyone discussed secretly.

Especially those students of the Imperial College, they all had great expectations for Wang Zhongshu.

After all, they are also Beijing masters!

Now that he has been robbed of the limelight by a person from a small place like Shen Wuming for so long, he feels a little uncomfortable.

Even Fang Daoyuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Wang Zhongshu's recent progress is really great.

"It's a pity that he met Brother Haggard."

Fang Daoyuan sighed.

Geniuses like them are never afraid of geniuses.

But only when they meet someone like Shen Wuming, they are really powerless.

It is inevitable that geniuses compete with each other, but it will not make people despair.

There is not such a big gap.

Only when he met Shen Wuming, it was like Monkey King met the Five Finger Mountain.

He can only be suppressed!

Fang Daoyuan had already felt that feeling of powerlessness when he discussed water conservancy construction with Shen Wuming last time.

He didn't want to feel it a second time.

"What are those people dreaming about?"

Cui Kuan couldn't help but sneered when he heard the discussion of the students.

Comparing with Shen Wuming?

What a joke?

They, the candidates from Dingzhou, were also unconvinced at the beginning.

As a result, who doesn't respect Shen Wuming as a god now?

"Haoran Qingyun!"

Shen Wuming exclaimed softly, and a group of rosy clouds turned into golden Haoran Qingyun above his head.

Protected him firmly in it.

The raindrops were not affected, but they could not get close to him.

After all, the raindrops were just driven by Wang Zhongshu's Haoran righteousness.

But in terms of status, Wang Zhongshu's thin Haoran righteousness is far inferior to Haoran Qingyun.

This was taught by Confucian sages.

"Brother Haggard has good means."

Wang Zhongshu showed surprise in his eyes.

He was just testing, but it is reasonable to say that an ordinary opponent would not be able to take it so calmly.

Even a fifth-level expert would find it difficult to do so easily.

Shen Wuming smiled faintly, "It's just some tricks, brother Wang, you are too kind."

"If it were you, we don't need to test, just use real skills directly."

Wang Zhongshu looked at him deeply and nodded, "Then listen to brother Qiaoqiu."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flicked his sleeves, and a bamboo slip flew out of his sleeves.

The bamboo slip unfolded in the wind, releasing a dazzling golden light.

All evils are warded off, and all evils are invulnerable.

"The light wind destroys the strong grass, and the condensed frost shakes the tall trees."

Wang Zhongshu uttered word by word.

The dark clouds in the sky not only did not disperse, but became more and more condensed.

The heavy rain was pouring, and there was a strong wind.

Faintly, a tornado had already formed on the flat ground.

The speed of the rain falling was getting faster and faster, and there was even some white in it.

It was like hail, covering the sky and the earth.

All of them hit Shen Wuming.

"The world, mountains and rivers are from the foam, and the sun, moon and stars are free to stop."

Shen Wuming finally made a move.

He was also reciting a poem, which was his favorite sentence.

There was no other effect, the main thing was to suspend all operations in the entire space.

It was a bit like time stop.

However, it was far from such a large range, and could only control the time in a small space.

But the Haoran Qingyun above his head had another effect.

It could turn the surrounding void into his own domain.

Combined with this, the divine power was shaken.

Those hailstones that rushed over were as fast as lightning, and even the sparks at the tail could be vaguely seen.

But the explosion after friction with the air.

But it was so swift that it froze in the air the moment Shen Wuming's voice fell.

Wang Zhongshu's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole, and he couldn't believe it.

He never thought that Shen Wuming would easily take his trick.

He wanted to continue to attack, but heard Shen Wuming speak again.

"How magnificent is the majestic Xiyue, and the Yellow River is like a silk in the sky."

When the voice fell, the auspicious clouds above his head suddenly condensed.

It suddenly turned into a seal like a jade seal.

The surroundings of the seal were normal, except for the knob on the back, which was not an ordinary beast.

Instead, it was a majestic mountain, undulating and falling suddenly with a force of ten thousand pounds.

"Bang!"

The Xiyue seal came flying and suddenly attacked Wang Zhongshu, as fast as thunder.

Wang Zhongshu hurriedly wanted to pinch the hand seal to mobilize the auspicious energy to resist.

But at this moment, he found that he could not move, as if his whole body was frozen.

Even the righteousness around him instantly disintegrated when the Xiyue Seal hit him.

Like a ball of flour, when the seal hit him, it turned into ashes and spread everywhere.

He could only watch the seal fall towards his head and couldn't help closing his eyes.

But... his eyelids couldn't close.

As the seal fell all the way, Cui Taifu's face changed slightly, but he forced himself not to make a move.

He watched the seal fall three-quarters of Wang Zhongshu's eyes, and then suddenly stopped.

"Brother Wang, do you want to continue?"

Shen Wuming raised his hand lightly, and the righteousness in the void disappeared.

Even the dark clouds in the sky dissipated in an instant, turning into a clear sky.

He walked in front of Wang Zhongshu and asked gently.

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