Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

After putting on a handsome pose to clean up Fatty, Wuming quickly bent down to pick up his own things.

Wuming ran to Ami, picked up his shield, and checked it back and forth: It's broken again.

A hole was cut diagonally in the shield, and Wuming looked around along the hole.

As if thinking of some idea, Wuming raised the shield with his left hand, clamped the sword on the upper edge of the shield with his right hand, and made a thrusting posture. His head shrank behind the shield and looked ahead through the small hole in the shield.

Wuming stabbed a few times symbolically, put away his sword and shield with satisfaction, and nodded:

There's a head start.

Putting away his sword and shield, Wuming saw Ami who was still sitting aside.

Can't you stand up? Wuming squatted next to Ami and checked her injuries.

The black flame from the God Skin Noble happened to fall on Ami's leg, burning the knee joint and limiting her movement.

Wuming used healing prayers to heal her wounds and pull her up.

During this period, Ami didn't speak, just stared at Wuming.

Wuming also noticed Ami's gaze, turned half a circle around her, and found that Ami's eyes were really staring at him.

Being beaten stupid? Wuming waved his gauntlet in front of Ami's eyes.

Ami grabbed Wuming's gauntlet and looked serious under the hood:

You said you were a businessman.

What's the problem? Wuming said, I'm not a businessman? I don't look like a businessman? Where's the caravan as big as mine?

The strength you just showed is enough to challenge the demigods and compete for Elden's throne, right? Ami said.

So? Wuming asked.

Why do you want to be a businessman? Ami's eyes widened, I've been deceived by you!

I want to be a businessman. Wuming said, And when did I lie to you? What did I lie to you about?

A Mei suddenly hesitated and hesitated to speak.

She changed the subject: What move did you do just now?

Which one are you referring to? Wuming asked, The flame? The sword on the ground? Or my thunder gun?

Thunder Spear. Ami stared straight at Wuming, Where did you come into contact with the belief in the ancient dragon of the royal city? Such powerful thunder and lightning can only be emitted by warriors with extremely high faith and countless tempers.

When Wuming heard what Ami said, he raised his head proudly:

You are very discerning. In fact, I am quite confident in my thunder gun. However, compared with the person who guided me to learn this power - my idol, I am still not as good as him. What I have learned is not as complex as his. So specialized.”

So there is a teacher to teach you. Ami concluded.

That's right. Wuming said.

No wonder I haven't heard of you... Ami murmured, How did you accumulate such deep faith?

Wuming was not prepared to answer her immediately. As soon as he mentioned idol, Wuming looked north with gleaming eyes:

Let's go on our way first. Let's talk about anything on the way.

My leg is injured. Ami said, Go on your own.

Wuming was stunned: Don't you want to meet your king in person?

It's no longer necessary. Ami glanced over her head.

That's such a pity. Wuming shook his head repeatedly, If you meet that person, you will definitely like him very much. His thunder gun is much stronger than mine. He is simply amazing.

Is there anyone stronger than you? Ami didn't believe it. How is it possible to accumulate such deep faith? In this era.

Rely on stories and will. Wuming said, If you want to have deep faith, you have to tell the magnificent stories of the past.

Story... Ami thought thoughtfully.

Yes, stories are the easiest to arouse people's emotions. Wuming stretched out his arms, Faith is spread through language and words.

It's very similar to Two Fingers... Ami said, No wonder the belief in Two Fingers is so common.

Amei glanced at Wuming, turned her face away with a blush, and twisted her body:

What kind of story can make you like dragons so much, and your faith is so deep?

Like dragons? Wuming blinked, I don't like dragons.

If you don't like dragons, how can you have such high faith? Ami said, The origin of Wangcheng's ancient dragon belief is the ancient dragon's red thunder and lightning.

No way? Wuming Jiang was doubtful, Isn't this thunder and lightning quite common?

How can it be so common? This is a very powerful power! Ami insisted.

A bleating sound interrupted their conversation, and a goat rolled into a ball and passed by them.

The body covered with fluff was wrapped in golden thunder.

Wuming pointed at the goat and bleated.

That's different! Ami stamped her foot.

What? Wuming was puzzled.

Ami said: If humans want to generate electricity, they can only rely on faith and love! Your power means that you have extremely high faith.

I do have faith, but I don't believe in the Ancient Dragon of the Royal City. Wuming waved his hand, It's better to say it's the opposite.

On the contrary? Amy tilted her head in confusion.

Wuming gestured with his thumb: This thunder and lightning is used to slay dragons!

Huh? Ami's voice suddenly became rough and gloomy.

Slay the Dragon—— Wuming said every word clearly and clearly.

He gestured, held his hand empty, and a thunder gun appeared in his hand: Use this to penetrate the ancient dragon's scales.

Are you kidding? Ami said, Gu Long is afraid of thunder and lightning?

The ancient dragon's rock scales are indeed quite strong. Wuming nodded in agreement, So we have to pay attention to methods. This kind of thunder gun mainly relies on intensive projection to attack the vulnerable parts of the ancient dragon, such as its eyes.

The thunder and lightning in Wuming's hand expanded again, becoming thicker and brighter. Wuming smashed it to the ground, and the thick lightning pillar bombarded the ground, spreading out fine lightning and snaking on the ground.

Use this kind of lightning pillar to pierce the dragon's body directly, and it will be easy to break through the defense. Wuming said, Of course, the power of the thunder gun still depends on the belief. As long as it is strong enough, it is also possible to directly penetrate the ancient dragon with lightning projection.

Wuming spoke eloquently and seemed to have a lot of experience.

A Mei's face became darker and darker as she heard this.

Wuming danced happily:

Oh, seeing that you are so curious, it is just in time for me to tell you that glorious, magnificent and magnificent story - the heroic epic of the gods uniting to fight against the ancient dragon in ancient times. That ended one era and started another. s story.

While Wuming was talking, he also demonstrated to Ami:

Look at this fireball, it can be used to burn the ancient dragon's residence; the master of the power of the phantom sword can corrode the rock with the miasma of death - naturally, it can also corrode the dragon's body. And this thunder gun, when the dazzling sunlight When the gun is shot, even the scales of the ancient dragon cannot resist it. There is also a power similar to corruption that can also corrode the ancient dragon. There is also a cross gun with a horizontal cross on the head of the gun, just like a shovel. When it stabs the ancient dragon, We can make further efforts...

Wuming kept talking, telling Ami the various methods of slaying dragons, from spells to archery, from long range to close combat, very detailed and very clear.

A Mei’s face has turned completely dark:

You...didn't you say...that you should respect a perished civilization and the former overlord...

I'm not disrespectful. Wuming said, Actually, I have never hunted a dragon. These are all described in the story. I have full respect for both sides of the war, but since it is a grand story of two races fighting, the story There has to be an ending.”

Wuming sighed: I don't like dragons, but I don't hate them either. I don't have any feelings. But there are also people who like dragons very much. They wish they could put dragon scales on themselves and become dragons. I know such people. I'll tell you I talk about the aftertaste of civilization because I have seen how the dragon clan’s influence spans time and lasts until after its own demise.”

Amy remained expressionless.

Wuming felt Ami's emotions and curiously asked:

What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?

Ami smiled at Wuming.

Ami took a deep breath, took off her hood, took off the hair tie from the ponytail on the back of her head, shook her head, and her long pale golden hair was scattered——

Then use the extra hair to tie two ponytails.

Six of them. Wuming counted Ami's hairstyle, What is this hairstyle called... Corruption Families?

Ami smiled at him, then looked up to the sky and roared:

I believe your evil deeds! Expose your fingers to the old woman!

Ami roared, with tears in her eyes.

Wuming was startled by Ami's sudden outburst, and shrank his head: Old woman with fingers removed? Who is she?

Hearing Wuming's words, Ami covered her head with a headache. After a moment, she gave Wuming a hard look and said:

They are old women who read palms and make prophecies. They should be everywhere in the border areas, especially in the King of Yatan. They are senior finger-reading witches, serve the two fingers, and are proficient in divination.

Wuming nodded: Then what did the finger-removing old woman say to you? You are so angry.

Ami slumped her shoulders, as if she had lost all her strength:

Before I came out, the old woman told me that I would meet my king.

Aren't we just looking for your king now? Wuming gestured to her, Don't worry about my vision.

There's no chance for you there. A Mei said, There's no chance for you.

You haven't seen it yet, so why is there no chance? Wuming showed off his energy as a priest, Let's meet him.

No! Ami turned her back to Wuming, I'm tired, just destroy it.

Don't pay too much attention to that kind of divination. Wuming said, The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Moreover, those divination are very unreliable.

How could... Ami's tone was gloomy.

Wuming shook his finger:

You are still too naive and easy to deceive. This kind of divination, to put it bluntly, relies on ambiguity to deceive you. No matter how you interpret it, she can understand what she needs. This is liar divination. It’s the teacher’s routine. If you make your own predictions and think the divination is accurate, you will be fooled.”

Wuming patted his chest:

Look at me, as long as you always maintain reason and restraint, you won't be deceived - this is all my experience.

Wu Ming pointed at A Mei again: Look, you have been deceived and become lame.

A Mei didn’t want to be deceived by the old woman who broke her fingers, but she also didn’t want to be deceived and had to be educated by the unknown here. She stood up angrily:

gone.

Goodbye then. Wuming said regretfully, You can go back to the witch training first, and I will bring you back then.

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A Mei walked angrily all the way back to the abandoned coffin, so angry that she forgot about the problem with her leg. Passing through the crater, he completely ignored Trisha and others who were still rescuing people.

Trisha looked at Ami walking over, then turned back to continue treating the injured and doing the final finishing touches.

After the treatment work was over, Trisha accepted the thanks from Rodel's soldiers and returned to the caravan's camp to stay with the other perfumers.

When the perfumer saw Trisha coming back, his tone was a little worried:

Is this really good?

What do you mean? Trisha asked.

You tricked that powerful businessman away. The perfumer said, If we stay here after being discovered, we will be in trouble when he comes back.

I'm not lying. Trisha said, I just said some ambiguous words, which can be interpreted any way. He just interpreted it in the direction he liked.

Trisha packed up her herbal medicine vessels and said:

He wanted the man who wore the emblem of the sun, and he did wear the emblem of the sun. He wanted the man who wore strange armor, and he did wear strange armor. He wanted the man who was kind to the Son of Omen, and he did. Extremely fond of the Son of Omen—it’s just that he only loves the Son of Omen. That person didn’t use a sword and shield, but I really don’t know if he ever changed his weapons. That person did follow the sun...

Trisha said: The point is not the merchant, but that scary guy. Although that guy is dirty and ugly, he is indeed very strong. He can stop our research, force us to go underground, and give the entire royal city a headache. Go, merchant. If you look for that guy, you will definitely be killed. Then we will be free and have the chance to run out.

But the businessman promised us to study the environment. The perfumer said, Shouldn't we continue the study?

Trisha was silent.

We have the will and determination, Trisha said bitterly, but we have no talent. That ugly guy has more hope than us in solving the problem of bad omens.

He sighed: That's all, let's try again.

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Wuming walked on the road, singing happily and praising the beautiful sun.

How glorious that bright sun is, how clear the sky is after the storm, how refreshing the fresh air is, ah, your eyes are shining, as if the sun is brilliant...

It's so noisy!

A loud shout interrupted Wuming's singing.

Not to be outdone, Wuming looked gloomy, looking for the source of the voice:

What do you mean? You don't want me to praise the sun?

The Sun... Humph, of course the Sun is worthy of praise, but your singing is just shit. The voice said, The method of vocalization is shit, the ventilation is shit, and the lyrics are even shit.

Wuming was dissatisfied after hearing this: You understand? If you understand, come here! Don't just talk!

Wuming finally found the source of the sound, which was on a downhill slope.

Wuming jumped down and saw the person who spoke.

The moment he saw that person, Wuming took a breath and stood in awe.

He had to admit that this person really knew a lot about the field he just mentioned. This person is not just talking freely——

He was tasting shit.