Yang Mingpan sat in a dark quiet room, sitting quietly like an old monk, staring ahead. There was a pillar of sandalwood burning in front of him, and the bean-sized point of light seemed to be alive and flickering, which was extremely evil and mysterious.

In front of him was an open book, which was the "Soul Technique" that Yang Ming had obtained from the Tianli Sect.

Spiritualism is a kind of left-path thaumaturgy, which is different from the traditional method of cultivating true qi and internal strength, and dementoring has a different path, cultivating the spiritual power of nothingness and mystery.

What Yang Ming is now practicing is a method of condensing spiritual power recorded in the soul dementorship - fire harvesting skills. When practicing this skill, it is necessary to visualize incense, collect the essence of fire, and condense the spiritual fire in the sea of consciousness to achieve the effect of enhancing spiritual power.

This method is very dangerous, and the requirements for the spiritual power of the cultivator are very strict, and ordinary people will practice the slightest carelessness, and they will set themselves on fire, and the light ones will become idiots, and the heavy ones will directly die with a whimper.

Yang Ming's spiritual power is far beyond ordinary people, and it is more than enough to cultivate this kung fu.

A pillar of incense burns out.

Yang Ming's hands were sealed, his eyes seemed to be knocked and closed, his eyes looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, and his heart looked at the sea, and it took a long time to suppress the heat in his heart. He immediately exhaled a long breath and said to himself: "This method is not as dangerous as fighting with life and death, and knowing the sea is like burning, no wonder it will be reprimanded as a sidewalk." However, the effect of this skill is not extraordinary, picking a pillar of incense, which is enough to improve the mental power a little. It's a pity that this method can't be cultivated continuously, and before the assimilation of the fire of the sea of knowledge, it can no longer be used to collect fire. ”

This time, it was he who was reckless, ordinary people cultivating this function and picking one-third of the pillar of incense were already talented. Picking a pillar of incense like him at a time is really rare in the world.

"Soul Magic" also records several methods of the imperial envoy's spiritual power to defeat the enemy, and these secret techniques all require strong spiritual power. With his current mental strength, most of the secret techniques were difficult to cast.

Yang Ming flipped through the book, suppressed the urge to practice, and put the book away.

……

In the next few days, the beggar gang continued to attack the Tenri Sect, and eliminated three secret strongholds of the Tenri Sect in a row. One of them was when they faced Zao Wou-Ki, and Yang Ming had a big battle with him. Regardless of victory or defeat, it ended with Zao Wou-Ki retreating with a group of remnants.

Since then, Yang Ming's prestige among the beggars has increased greatly. It is often compared to Song Shiqiao's gang leader.

"It's so hateful, I can't imagine that Zao Wou-Ki is so shameless. On this day, Elder Mo walked in angrily.

"Uncle Mo, what's going on?" Yang Ming asked.

Elder Mo said indignantly, "Zhao Wuji is the master of a sect. openly colluded with the court. It is really shameful to use officers and soldiers to sweep away our beggars' gang and divide the rudder. "I was angry in my heart.

Hearing him say this, Yang Ming understood what had happened.

These days, the Church of Science and Technology is outnumbered by the beggars, and it has been defeated one after another, and it is about to decline. At this time, Zao Wou-Ki actually colluded with the court and took the officers and soldiers to arrest many elite beggars in the name of arresting important criminals in the court, so it was no wonder that Elder Mo was so angry.

Although the beggar gang is outnumbered, it is just a gang. No matter how powerful the gangs are, they are strong. I don't dare to openly argue with the court. After all, this world is the emperor's world, as long as the emperor gives an order. Hundreds of thousands of troops are dispatched, and no matter how strong the gang is, there is only one way to destroy it.

"Uncle Mo, what should I do. Rushuang asked.

"I can only stop for the time being, let the brothers in the gang avoid the limelight first, and wait for a period of time to calm down before making plans. Elder Mo sighed helplessly.

"The key to the matter is still on Zao Wou-ki, as long as Zao Wou-Ki is eliminated, the problem can be easily solved. Yang Ming said.

"Brother Yang is right, the key to the problem is still Zao Wou-ki. I will draw attention to Zao Wou-ki's whereabouts and join forces to get rid of him at every opportunity. Elder Mo said.

However, with Zao Wou-ki's shrewdness, how can it be so easy for people to seize the opportunity.

Yang Ming didn't have any good way, so he didn't think about it anymore, so he put all his thoughts on increasing his cultivation.

The dispute between the two factions has turned from bright to dark, calm on the surface, but still turbulent in the dark.

……

Time passed, and winter arrived.

"It's snowing. ”

Yang Ming spread out his palm, and a crystal snowflake floated to his palm, slowly turning into a drop of water. Looking at the snowflakes falling in the air, Yang Ming's thoughts flew unconsciously.

It has been half a year since he came to this world in a blink of an eye, and during this time, his martial arts and swordsmanship have made great progress, and he has even learned a spiritual secret art, which has improved his overall strength by a grade compared to when he first came here. Now, if he is allowed to fight Zao Wou-Ki to the death again, his chances of winning are eighty percent, but if he wants to kill Zao Wou-ki, he can't grasp two percent. After all, if you can't beat it, you can still run, and Zao Wou-ki's best martial arts are "Innate Gang Qi" and "Shapeshifting Phantom", both of which are first-class life-saving kung fu.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, look who I've brought back!" Rucui's voice brought him back to his senses.

Yang Ming turned his head to look and saw Rucui walking into the mansion with two people.

The two men, one old and one young, were dressed in tatters, their clothes were patched, unkempt, and they looked like Hanako. The old man's face was like a chrysanthemum, his smile was cute, and when he saw Yang Ming, he immediately gave up his hands and said, "Yang Daxia, Wishing you prosperity, long life and 100 years old." ”

"Isn't this Su Lao?" Yang Ming said.

This person is Su Gui, his appearance has not changed, but he is getting older.

The other person is naturally Su Can.

"Yang Daxia, let's meet again. Hehe, Ah Can, come and see Yang Daxia. Su Gui said.

"Master Yang. Su Can wore a drape, a devastated appearance, lowered his head, ashamed to see people, and shouted vaguely.

"Ah Can, Su Lao, how did you become like this. Yang Ming asked.

Su Gui said: "It's not all that Zhao Wuji harmed, this matter is a long story, it's hard to say, let's go into the house and talk about it......"

When he arrived at the house, Su Gui said in a pretentious manner. His words are full of exaggerated rhetorical devices, and he talks about simple things earth-shattering.

After listening to his words, Yang Ming understood.

The Su father and son were framed by Zao Wou-Ki and demoted to beggars.

Also, these two people lack roots in their heads, and their IQ is naturally weak, and it is easy for Zao Wou-Ki to frame them. As for the reason, most of it was due to the original grievance, plus being implicated by Yang Ming, the end can be imagined.

In short, Su Can has become Su Qi'er again.

"Ah Can, what are your plans in the future?" Yang Ming glanced at Su Can, his current state was much stronger than the original plot, at least his limbs were sound, and he had no broken tendons.

Su Can hung his head and did not speak.

"Ah Chan, don't be discouraged. In fact, it's not a big deal to be a beggar, three hundred and sixty lines, the line is the champion, and the beggar does a good job, and it is not worse than the champion. Yang Ming said.

"Stinky boy, don't you hear that. Su Gui said.

"Hmm. Su Can snorted lightly.

"Alright, you guys join the beggars first, and we'll talk about that later. Yang Ming said. (To be continued......)