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

"Who told you that I only practice Confucianism? Can't I practice both Confucianism and Confucianism?"

Shen Wuming sneered and snapped his fingers. The ink mana became more intense and hovered outside the body.

In an instant, the mana actually turned into a physical entity, forming a set of armor wrapped in layers.

The shape of the armor is not ordinary, but more similar to the "mecha" of later generations, tightly covering the body.

Moreover, the surface also reveals a metallic color, as well as runes of gold and silver.

Shen Wuming was originally tall, but now that the armor was on his body, he was even closer to three feet tall!

A giant three-foot-long weapon also condensed in his hand, with a cold light and impressive momentum.

This process is said to be long, but in reality it only takes a moment.

Before the warrior warrior came over to kill him, Shen Wuming had already completed the "armor fusion"!

"You can simply imitate the nature of all things and seek to compare them with others."

Shen Wuming recited the Mo Sutra, and the next moment, he controlled the "mecha" named Mo Jia and rushed towards him.

The military warrior who was originally as majestic as a tiger now looked like a small nose in front of him.

"Were you just fucking showing off?"

Shen Wuming stood in front of him and did not make a move.

But just the aura exuded by this majestic body almost made the military strategist collapse.

"You...you..."

The military warrior swallowed his saliva. He couldn't even form a suitable sentence at this time.

It's not like he has never seen Mohist monks before.

But the Mohist monks' own methods are nothing more than making some Mohist magic weapons for use in battle.

At most, it is a magical weapon that is fused with weapon souls, demon souls, etc., which can enhance qi, blood or mana.

Even if there is armor, it is just an ordinary look. It is just blessed by the Mohist magic power, making it a little more powerful.

But "mechas" like Shen Wuming are unheard of and unseen...

"Are you crazy? Keep going crazy."

Shen Wenming knelt down and reached out to pat his face. The cold metal touch made the man's heart tremble.

"I...I surrender..."

The military warrior only hesitated for a moment, and the ghost-headed sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Then he knelt down!

"ah?"

Shen Wuming was stunned for a moment. Shouldn't these people be the dead men of the conservative families?

Shouldn't they rather die than surrender?

How can you say that if you kneel down, just kneel down?

And this seemed to be a signal. After the military strategist knelt down, the others also knelt down and begged for mercy.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of assassins on the sampan were crawling on the ground, making Shen Wuming unable to get up or down.

This set of ink armor, which almost emptied his savings, finally made him look cool.

As a result, now...

"Can't you stand up and fight with me? I am a Mohist monk and you are a soldier."

"You have to be brave, you have to be confident, you can't be moved by poverty and humbleness, and you can't surrender by strength, you know?"

Shen Wuming looked at the soldier in front of him seriously, but that man was very aware of current affairs and kowtowed.

"Master Shen, the villain is wrong!"

"The little one has an eighty-year-old mother on top, and a baby waiting to be fed below... Please spare my life."

Shen Wuming was numb, but since these people had surrendered, he had no intention of killing them all.

At least we have to take it back for interrogation, and it would be best to implicate the old guard behind it.

"Uncle Wang, come here."

Shen Wuming sighed, and then waved to the deputy general of Guangwu Camp, asking him to capture all these people.

Then he did not disable the device of the ink armor, but with a thought, the mechanical device behind the ink armor began to vibrate.

Then it turned into metallic wings, and each feather was made of metal.

"Huhuhu..."

As soon as his wings flapped, he was already in front of the black turtle, and the black turtle couldn't help but widen its eyes.

What the hell kind of monster is this?

But before he could speak, he saw Shen Wuming raise the giant weapon in his hand and strike it hard.

This is originally the shape of a shovel, but it is more vigorous, and the whole thing is made of ether gold.

The handle is two feet and five inches long, with a silver-white metallic texture throughout, with frosted talismans on it.

The front end is in the shape of a shovel, with extremely sharp edges, showing a certain arc shape, accompanied by animal tooth carvings!

Can be stabbed!

Can be cut!

Can be photographed!

Knockable!

Shen Wuming clapped his hand casually, and the speed was like lightning, hitting the black turtle's head instantly.

Before the Black Turtle had time to react, he felt stars flashing before his eyes, and then there was an explosion.

But he couldn't feel it anymore.

Because his head had completely exploded, and countless pieces of flesh and blood were flying in all directions.

Shen Wuming didn't care. The surface of this ink armor also had a body-protecting aura like a light shield.

But Ye Qingcheng, who had no time to react, was immediately covered in blood and flesh, and his face was distorted.

"Shen Wuming——"

Shen Wuming was stunned for a moment, but then his heart tightened, and he felt a loud "buzzing" sound coming from his mind.

Ye Qingcheng, who originally wanted to scold Shen Wuming angrily, also changed his expression drastically. He stepped forward and grabbed his mecha hand and stepped back.

Only a roar of "Ouch——" was heard, with endless sadness, covering the entire river.

There is also a majestic and violent thought, sweeping and crushing in all directions.

"not good!"

The deputy general of Guangwu Camp could not help but change his expression and rushed to Shen Wuming's side, "Son-in-law, something big has happened."

"What's going on?" Shen Wuming also felt this pressure, which was at the same level as himself.

At least, it would not be much inferior.

Blood had slowly seeped out of the corners of the mouth of the deputy general of Guangwu Camp, and it was obviously injured internally.

He said bitterly: "This black turtle is the descendant of the blood of Moro Vajra, the master of the Wuding Water Clan."

"And this Moro Vajra, although he is a demon, he was once enlightened by a great Buddhist."

"Relying on half of his own black tortoise blood and the true teachings of Buddhism, he cultivated to the sixth realm!"

"Tian Ce Mansion once tried to suppress it, but because of the intervention of a Buddhist master, it finally escaped."

"Now his blood descendant died at the hands of son-in-law, I'm afraid this is... coming for revenge."

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At the same time, Zhongshan Academy.

The policy essay test that all students have been looking forward to has finally come to an end. Next, they are waiting for the comments of the policy essay masters.

Hundreds of candidates from various classes sat below, looking at the teachers above, all with a look of anxiety.

Only Cui Kuan and Wei Xiaowen looked at each other, and saw the smile and gratitude in each other's eyes.

Shen Haocu is still Shen Haocu!

Just the prediction of the topic is so accurate that it is completely what Shen Wuming said.

"Cui Kuan!"

At this time, a college teacher called Cui Kuan's name, and he quickly stood up and stepped forward to answer.