hell hunter

The small courtyard where Sima Wei lived in seclusion quickly disappeared, and Wang Mo was in a quiet study room again. This room was antique, no different from the ancient study rooms that people understand. Out of curiosity, he came to the bookshelf and put down a book at will.

.It is completely real. Not only does it have a real feel, but the content inside is also very complete. It is definitely not a fake.

The end of science is metaphysics, so is everything now science or metaphysics? Wang Mo couldn't tell and didn't want to tell. He sat down behind the desk. Looking at the golden brocade box in front of him, the contents inside filled his imagination. Again

After thanking his teacher Sima Wei, Wang Mo slowly opened the brocade box with both hands.

There were only two Huang's books in the brocade box, but Wang Mo's eyes were as round as his mouth after reading them. This was all because of the names of these two books. The name lying on them was "Taiping Yashu".

up and down".

"Isn't the Art of Taiping written by Zhang Jue? And I haven't heard that it's for the upper and lower sides?" Wang Mo blinked his eyes and conceived a wonderful idea in his mind, "Is my teacher related to Zhang Jue? Or is he related to Zhang Jiao?

Is there any relationship between the old gods who gave Zhang Jiao the books? Could they be brothers?"

Wang Mo regrets not asking this question. It can satisfy a big psychological puzzle and solve an unsolved case in history.

"Look at what's recorded in it." Wang Mo opened the first volume with strong curiosity and read the contents carefully. It took him ten days to lower his head because the things recorded in it were too important. It was the Fantasy Hunter.

Methods and techniques for using soul power, as well as a variety of auxiliary and attack skills.

"It is also said that Zhang Jiao can create abnormal noises after obtaining the "Taiping Art". It turns out to be the reason for the fantasy hunter. Then I am rich!" Wang Mo felt happy when he thought about it. He forced his heart to calm down and started

Invest in learning the exciting content in the book.

After being shocked by the title of the book, Wang Mo was shocked again by the content. According to his previous understanding, there were only two things a fantasy hunter could do, generating items and controlling weapons. But after reading the content in this book, it was like a fantasy hunter.

The ceiling has been lifted, which is more than just an eye-opener.

The generated items and attack methods recorded in "Taiping Yashu" are more and more profound. The most important ones are two or three series of soul skills. The first series is to generate various items. In the early stage, it is mainly all kinds of inanimate debris.

, in the later stage, it can actually generate living things, but of course there are still many restrictions. The second series is the moves used for attacks, which well supports the combat method. The third series is the most magical, with various magical functions.

Soul skills are really a bit like magic.

"Are Sun Dasheng and Zhu Bajie real or fake? Are their transformation skills the same as those described in the book!" Seeing Wang Mo suddenly have this wonderful idea in the middle of the process, he relaxed a little, and then continued to study hard.

Wang Mo estimated the progress of his studies and found that he would definitely not be able to finish reading two "Essential Arts of Taiping" in the last year. So he changed his thoughts and ideas and recited the two books firmly in his mind.

If the book bucket space disappears at the same time, it will not be caught off guard. The soul skills that are not in the seminar will be practiced slowly later, and it is important to write them down first.

One year was still too short, and Wang Mo only read half of the book. The study began to disappear quickly, and the books and brocade boxes in his hands also disappeared. Fortunately, Wang Mo forcibly wrote down the contents of the book, otherwise he would have regretted it.

All these disappeared in a very short period of time. Wang Mo was prepared to deal with everything, and the Divine Comedy Sword was ready to be activated at any time.

His whole body suddenly became cold, and his body was actually immersed in the water. His body quickly sank to the bottom of the water, and his eyes were quickly shrouded in darkness. Wang Mo didn't know what was going on, so he could only swim to the surface quickly and wipe his eyes.

The water stains made me see the current environment clearly.

"This is on the Yangtze River?" Wang Mo looked at the wide river surface and the broken wood around him, and then looked up at the hazy moonlight in the sky. The first memory in his mind was that he was defeated by Huang Gai, not accompanying Sima.

Six years of micro-learning. Wang Mo shook his head vigorously, but the memory of those six years has not disappeared.

Wang Mo took the initiative to sink below the river surface, and gathered some soul power with one hand in the water. The soul power was condensed into a dagger. The crystal-like dagger then spread out, condensed again and turned into a piece of light, quickly forming a simple formation.

Loop. The surrounding river water was quickly drained away, and a bubble seemed to form around Wang Mo's body to protect him from being submerged by the water.

"Everything I learned is true. My soul power is now 10 million. The teacher's ability is so great. It's really amazing!" Wang Mo admired Sima Wei in his heart. He was especially grateful for the magical six years of study.

After returning to the shore, Wang Mo looked upstream at the Dongwu Camp. Although it was pitch black ahead, what he was thinking about was how to get in touch with this battlefield and return to reality. The Battle of Chibi was a classic battle, but now

The history books are in the hands of both sides, and this is the most difficult thing.

"If you have already been changed, then you don't mind changing it again." Wang Mo seemed to have an idea and strode towards the Soochow Camp.

Soochow's camp is half on the bank and half in the river. It is built very rigorously without any loopholes. There are scouts constantly patrolling the road, and there are a large number of open and hidden sentries. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to approach, but Wang Mo has now

He is not an ordinary person. He uses his mental and soul power to cast a blinding method, and the low-level hunter looks like a piece of wind and sand.

Wang Mo's wind and sand came all the way to the Soochow camp. Not only did he see clearly the defenses and arrangements inside, he also saw a fleet of ships on the pier that had just entered the port. The leader was Huang Gai. It turned out that all of this had just happened.

It's over, but Wang Mo has been baptized for six years, and no one will believe him if he tells it.

"Huh?" Huang Gai stared at a corner after getting off the boat. He felt a little strange but found nothing. He could only think that it was because he was tired after the battle, and then led his guards to give orders to Zhou Yu.

"Still in a stalemate, it looks like what I imagined, let's go!" Wang Mo saw all his subordinates in his eyes, turned and walked towards the commander's tent. He was very interested in Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang, and wanted to borrow

Take this opportunity to see clearly.

The guards around the handsome tent were basically useless, and it was easy to get close to them. Cutting a corner of the tent, you could see clearly inside.

When records of Zhou Yu's appearance were recorded in history, it was said that he had elegant qualifications and beautiful appearance. Although there were only eight short words, it really expressed Zhou Yu's elegant demeanor vividly. When Wang Mo saw Zhou Yu in front of him with his own eyes, he actually felt like looking at beautiful women.

The illusion is that Zhou Yu is receiving Huang Gai's report, which is the part where Wang Mo was killed.

"Where is Governor Zhou?" Just as Wang Mo was peeking, a cheerful voice came into the commander's tent. Wang Mo took a closer look and was sure that this person was the famous Zhuge Liang.

Zhuge Liang is described in history as follows: "Eight feet long, with a face like a crown jade, wearing a silk scarf on his head, and a crane cloak, he looks like a god." After Wang Mo's comparison and reference, Zhuge Liang looked like a strong Taoist priest.

He is definitely not the kind of weak scholar.

There was an obvious pause after Zhuge Liang stepped into the account, and then he looked at Zhou Yu and said, "I heard that the thief mentioned in the Book of Heaven is dead? Can we act according to the plan?"

"I was beheaded by General Huang in the river, but Zhao Zhao's plan has been leaked, so how can I proceed?" Finally, his face was full of sadness, and he was suffering from the lack of a solution to Cao Cao's crisis.

"In fact, you don't have to worry about it, Governor. As long as we hold on, Cao Cao will definitely have civil strife. The plague will spread in Cao Cao's camp, and there will be countless casualties among the soldiers. In a few days, they will retreat on their own!" Zhuge Liang said, which made Zhou Yu feel good.

After a while, the two exchanged some other opinions.

"The end of projection is not victory or defeat, but respect for life!" Zhuge Liang's voice suddenly appeared in Wang Mo's ears, but the other party was still talking to Zhou Yu. Wang Mo was frightened and turned pale, but he soon stabilized.

After controlling his emotions, he made a rough guess in his mind, "Zhuge Liang should also be related to Sima Wei, and may even be a master and disciple. He is helping me!"

"Thank you, senior brother!" Wang Mo said softly, then turned and left Soochow Camp.

"If Cao's army recovers, will our army have a chance of winning?" Zhou Yu suddenly asked Zhuge Liang mysteriously, and the latter replied noncommittally, "History is irreversible, and this can be considered as a blessing to my junior brother.

What a gift!”

Wang Mo crossed the Yangtze River and returned to the gate of Cao Jun's camp. With his head held high and his chest high, he directly called his name and entered, "I am Wang Mo. Prime Minister Cao invited me here. Who dares to stop me?"

Soldiers had already gone in to report. Cao Cao was obviously stunned after hearing this. He did not expect that Wang Mo really came back alive.

"Wang Mo, is that you?" Cao Cao ran out of the camp without fully dressed. Seeing Wang Mo who was in good condition, he was surprised at first, then took Wang Mo's hand and dragged him to the camp, "Since you are back alive.

, then tell me carefully, what is going on with the Book of Heaven? How do you know the deployment of both sides? What should I do now?"

After arriving at the commander's account, Wang Mo did not wait for Cao Cao to ask questions, but directly gave the answer, "That heavenly book was made by my enemy, and it is not a great skill. He just bribed some informants on both sides.

They are just framing me." Cao Cao seemed to understand, "Prime Minister Cao, there is no need to worry, we already have the advantage, as long as we do both, we can easily win."

"What two aspects?" Cao Cao asked anxiously, but Wang Mo remained silent. The meaning was quite obvious. This was asking for a patent fee, so he couldn't just say it out.

Cao Cao hesitated for a long time, then took the Yitian Sword from his ribs. The sword was one and a half meters long, with a sharp edge that cut iron like mud. He looked at the Yitian Sword with affection and said, "In the past, I melted Fang Tian's painted halberd and forged two long swords.

The Qingzhi Sword was snatched away by Zhao Yun, and the other Yitian Sword has always been worn with me. Now I will give it to you, Wang Mo."

"What a sword!" Wang Mo saw it in his eyes and felt greedy in his heart. There were only two words to describe this long sword. However, Wang Mo had an idea, so he put it forward, "Is there any leftover material for Fang Tian's painting of the halberd? If so.

If so, I am willing to give up this long sword!"

"There's one more thing... I'll give it to you!" Cao Cao was still very hurt after hearing this, and he bared his teeth and agreed to Wang Mo's request. But he was generous in doing things, and also gave a lot of rare materials.

"Can you tell me now?" After meeting Wang Mo's request, Cao Cao was ready to listen to Wang Mo's ideas.