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

"I have never understood why you spies seem to be really confident in your ability to hide."

Just as the spies were heading north towards the convoy, suddenly, a voice sounded behind them.

A few people looked back and found that it was the main target they were tracking, Shen Wuming.

"You..."

The spy was about to speak, but suddenly felt that the whole air seemed to have turned solid and could not move.

His lips were already trembling, but he still couldn't utter a word, and he felt almost suffocated.

Everyone was like a fish thrown on the shore, and even breathing became a big income.

Everyone was lifted into the air by the air, and even a toe could not move.

A face was flushed by suffocation.

The blood in the body was gathering towards the head, and they could even feel the countdown to their own death.

At this moment, the feeling of suffocation suddenly loosened, and everyone was gasping for air.

Shen Wuming then said, "Now you can explain who ordered you to come here?"

"Of course, you can also not explain, the premise is that I kill one person every three breaths."

Shen Wuming's tone was very cold. He didn't want to kill anyone, but now he had to kill.

Everyone pursed their lips. They were not only spies, but more importantly, they were dead men.

In other words, even if they lost their lives, they would never betray their masters.

Shen Wuming shook his head and pointed at a spy casually. In an instant, the spy exploded like a balloon.

"Bang!"

Countless blood and flesh splashed in all directions, and the faces of other men were stuck with hearts, lungs and intestines.

Everyone felt the panic in their hearts.

It's not that they haven't seen death before, but they have never seen such a direct death, such a miserable death.

But even so, no one spoke, and Shen Wuming killed another person.

In a moment, there was only one left among more than a dozen spies, and his body was shaking constantly.

Shen Wuming shook his head and closed his eyes slightly. The power of his soul turned into a sharp knife and stabbed into his head.

"Ah!"

The spy leader screamed, but only a moment later, he became confused.

His eyes were dull and his saliva flowed out.

Shen Wuming did not have the means of Zhu Liankui, but the simplest thing was to smash his brain.

People without brains naturally do not have the concept of dead soldiers, nor do they have any interest measurement.

"Who are you?"

"We are from Xiaoling Guard!"

"What is Xiaoling Guard?"

"It is a group of people headed by King Xiaoling, sacrificing all their lives for King Xiaoling."

King Xiaoling?

Shen Wuming thought for a while and knew who the King Xiaoling they were talking about.

Murong Qianshan!

"Why are there Murong Qianshan's people everywhere? Is this guy the Queen of Insects? Isn't that too much nonsense?"

Shen Wuming was full of doubts, but after interrogating for a long time, he did not find out the traitor in Tianhai Pass.

Because they are just Xiaoling Guard.

Xiaoling Guard has its own small organization in Tianhaiguan, and does not contact the Tianhaiguan officialdom.

If there is really cooperation, it is probably a problem between the senior leaders of Xiaoling Guard and Tianhaiguan.

"Trouble."

Shen Wuming suddenly felt very troubled. He caught a lot of people, but they were all small characters.

None of them was valuable at all.

Fortunately, he had already made arrangements before. At this time, he took Minghui and turned around and walked towards Tianhaiguan.

As for the spies at the original place, after he left, they were all crushed by the rules of heaven and earth and turned into powder.

Even the blood on the ground disappeared. It was not buried, but directly decomposed by the rules of heaven and earth.

"Still the old way?"

Shen Wuming hid the two people with the Confucian rules of heaven and earth, came to the outside of the pass, and whispered to Minghui.

Minghui nodded shyly. He knew what Shen Wuming meant. He was going to be hugged by him again.

However, Minghui did not mind too much about this. Instead, he had some expectations in his heart.

After she received the order from Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and came to Shen Wuming, she was ready to sacrifice herself.

But there was no chance.

But in this short moment today, the two of them have hugged each other twice.

In this way, she is not sure how close she is to completing her mission of converting Buddhist disciples.

"Take off!"

Shen Wuming chuckled, and the two of them crossed the city gate, crossed the gate tower, and came to the General Manager's Mansion.

However, they did not go straight in, but landed outside Wang Chuanjia's public housing.

At this time, the door of the room was closed, and Minghui couldn't help but show doubts. What would her Buddhist disciples do?

But then she saw Shen Wuming flick his fingers, and a vortex-shaped hole appeared on the wall.

But the hole was very large, as high as the door.

Shen Wuming took him in, and the next moment, he had already walked into the room.

"So magical?"

Minghui was also knowledgeable, but after all, she was limited by her cultivation and had never seen such a magical power.

Now she was full of surprise. She looked back and found that the wall was still intact.

There was no damage at all.

"Is this the mystery of the seventh realm rule? But I have never seen Bodhisattva use such means before."

Minghui thought to herself.

Since she was born in Beichan Temple and was a person with wisdom and Buddha bones, she naturally came into contact with many high-level people.

She knew many Bodhisattvas in the seventh realm, but she had never seen such a magical thing.

"Don't look at it."

Shen Wuming chuckled. At this time, he was only five or six feet away from Wang Chuanjia, but he spoke without hesitation.

This is also the evolution of the rules of heaven and earth.

He just used it carefully and found that it can not only be used to cover the body.

It can even cover the sound and so on, which is a bit like constructing a separate space.

"Hehe!"

Minghui smiled back, and her beautiful face finally brought a hint of girlish innocence, instead of the previous divinity.

Shen Wuming was also stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses and walked to Wang Chuanjia's side.

At this time, Wang Chuanjia was writing something.

He walked over and looked down, and couldn't help frowning. This seemed different from what he thought?

He thought Wang Chuanjia was going to inform the Wang family of Bingzhou, but now he was reporting to the court.

It detailed what happened in Tianhai Pass, including how Shen Wuming helped.

Shen Wuming did not interrupt, but just watched quietly. After a while, Wang Chuanjia finished writing the letter.

Then he called the scout and asked him to send it to the capital 600 miles in an emergency.

After the scout left, Wang Chuanjia leaned back in the chair tiredly and rubbed his eyebrows, "It's a troubled time."

"The Wang family of Bingzhou is so bold that they dare to act like this. Are they crazy?"

These words were spoken to himself.

Shen Wuming couldn't help but doubt, could it be that he guessed wrong?

And at this moment, his mind suddenly felt the movement from the room where Mueller and the white-clothed young man were imprisoned.

His eyes lit up immediately, and the fish took the bait?

(Happy New Year, brothers. I wish you prosperity, good fortune, wealth, and a partner in the coming year. Hold everyone tight)

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