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

"Attack on me!"

When Shen Wuming stepped into the palace, the world was spinning for a while, and then he came to a square.

Opposite him was a scholar in green robes, his face expressionless, he looked at him and said slowly.

Shen Wuming slowly assumed the posture of Ip Man, and then hooked his hand at him, "Wing Chun, Shen Wuming."

The scholar in green clothes opposite seemed stunned for a moment, and then murmured softly.

"The north wind makes it cool, and the rain and snow make it cool."

As he finished speaking, a north wind blew up, and snowflakes condensed in the air.

The wind is as strong as a knife!

Snow is like a sword!

The sword lingered around the body of the scholar in Tsing Yi, and he stretched out his finger, and it shot out instantly.

The sword energy enveloped the entire space, with an extremely cold light, seeming to destroy everything!

"The beautiful day brings beauty to the shores of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while."

Seeing this, Shen Wuming took a step forward and recited in his mouth: "It's easy to recognize the east wind, and it's always spring with thousands of purples and reds."

As the poems blurted out, a powerful energy surged from his body, carrying warmth.

It’s like spring is coming!

The pure white sky is full of steaming clouds and glowing clouds, majestic and smoldering, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

The originally dimly lit square seemed to be enveloped by the sun in an instant.

Facing the sharp edge of the sword, the heat of spring instantly disintegrated it, and there was no more excitement!

The snowflakes melt into nothingness and turn into spring water.

The north wind has also changed from violent to gentle, and a green shade has grown on the ground like a hundred grasses.

There is also a sea of ​​colorful flowers!

The Confucian fighting method seems quite strange, just because it uses poetry to evoke the way of heaven and earth.

The better the poetry, the more power of heaven and earth it can pull.

The sentence "Bright purples and reds are always spring" will instantly disintegrate the wind knife and frost sword into nothingness.

"How majestic the Mount Xiyue is, and the Yellow River flows like silk from the sky!"

Shen Wuming succeeded with one blow, stepped forward, and raised his hand, a burst of righteousness burst out, like a star in the sky!

Above the void, there is a towering mountain slowly taking shape, with endless oppression tilting in all directions.

"You are sixth..."

The scholar in Tsing Yi was about to say something, but he saw the mountains and Shen Wuming's awe-inspiring righteousness colliding with each other, suddenly falling!

Before he could say anything, the mountains fell to the ground, collapsing like silver pillars holding up the sky.

With the overwhelming force applied to him, the scholar in green collapsed instantly and turned into a ball of spiritual energy that dissipated into the void.

[You have defeated the Confucian spiritual energy puppet, understood the art of spiritual energy puppet, and your cultivation level has improved]

"This...is gone?"

Before Shen Wuming could react, he felt that the world around him was spinning again.

…

"So fast?"

Outside the Confucian Temple, a group of candidates and examiners looked at the lights on the first floor.

But in less than a fifth and a quarter of an hour, the lights dimmed, and then the second floor lit up.

"It's worthy of being haggard. I'm convinced by such speed."

"Dominating the gold list is worthy of its name!"

All the candidates had some opinions about Shen Wuming before, but now they disappeared without a trace.

After all, no matter how well you do in the first subject, you are still just a sour scholar who can only know two poems.

But assessments such as the Confucian Temple are real and can reflect a person's strength.

Especially those who have experienced the Confucian Temple know how difficult it is.

Just the opponents of the three realms on the first level have made many people fall into despair. How long has it been for Shen Wuming?

A trick or two?

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but feel secretly in their hearts. How old is Shen Wuming?

Confucian cultivation is inherently slow, but he actually defeated the strength of the third realm with one or two moves. How terrifying is it?

Not to mention them, even the examiners in the backyard, including Pei Mao, were stunned.

"What kind of cultivation level does he have? He can actually crush the spiritual energy puppet with two moves?"

An examiner said dryly.

"I don't know, the battle just now was too fast, and the spiritual energy puppet didn't measure his strength at all."

Lu Yuansheng shook his head, "When this level was designed, the candidates only needed to take three moves from the spirit puppet!"

"No candidate can beat him in the autumn exam!"

"This puppet is said to be at the peak of the third realm. Because it is not afraid of life and death, it is comparable to a strong man who has just entered the fourth realm!"

"The candidates for the autumn exam are no more than thirty-five years old, and many are only in the second level. How can they be defeated?"

Everyone was silent, and Pei Mao also shook his head.

He is a monk of the Mo family, so he naturally knows the level of the spiritual energy puppet, but it was too fast just now, and he could not estimate Shen Wuming's strength.

"At least it's the fourth realm..."

Pei Mao murmured to himself, and a certain idea in his mind seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

…

When Shen Wuming stood on the ground again, he felt that he was in a trance.

It's like having a dream and just waking up.

What he saw was a wasteland. Where did he come from?

Why does it feel familiar?

"By the way, I was traveling before, why am I here all of a sudden?"

Shen Wuming was a little confused, "You won't be pinched, right?"

Looking around, I found a town that seemed to be mottled with vicissitudes of life in the distance, so I thought about walking over to have a look.

"It's better than this windy and sandy sky. There's nothing to eat or drink. I won't be burned to death by the sun..."

Shen Wuming muttered something and walked towards the town.

But not long after walking, I found a faint yellow reflection on a hillside in the distance.

"What is that?"

Shen Wuming looked around and didn't see anyone. After hesitating for a moment, he walked over.

Only then did he find out that it was a gold ingot, the color was pure, and it was 999 pure gold.

"Really? Did I find money?"

Shen Wuming stood next to the ingot and looked around, and only then did he find that gold, silver and jewelry were scattered everywhere.

Gold ingots, silver ingots, mutton-fat jade sculptures, Hetian jade Wu Shi Pai, and jadeite and the like...

"Isn't I getting rich?"

Shen Wuming was delighted and was about to put these things in his pocket when a reminder sound suddenly rang in his ears.

[You come to the 'wealth illusion game' of the Confucian Temple, feel the illusion structure, observe the illusion objects, and comprehend the 'Zixu formation (remaining)']

The voice was hazy, and Shen Wuming didn't hear it clearly, but subconsciously felt that these things should not be taken.

After thinking about it, he finally suppressed the desire to take action, shook his head, turned around and continued to walk towards the town.

But before he went far, a stream of light suddenly fell from the sky and suddenly, it was inserted in front of him.

It was a precious bead, which exuded a graceful charm, and it was obvious that it was the valuable part.

"Kunshan Pearl?"

Shen Wuming recognized the origin of the bead, which was a legendary treasure.

It was the bead worn by the first emperor of Qin Shihuang. It contained the charm of heaven and earth, and it could mobilize the power of saints.

Even if an ordinary person holds this Kunshan Pearl, he can instantly become a top powerhouse.

Shen Wuming took a look and was immediately moved, and a strong greed appeared in his eyes.

But in a moment, a sense of coolness spread throughout his body, and the greed gradually dissipated.

Even if the treasure was right in front of him, he could not arouse the slightest interest.

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