The year 617 of the Tianyuan calendar.

Thousand Yuan Continent, Marshal Hong's Mansion.

Yin Ming sat on the bed, as if he was lost in thought.

After he digested the crossing, he had all kinds of information in his mind.

He wasn't frightened, he was just emotional.

He was originally a scholar, and in order to restore the wisdom of ancient sages, he went deep into various ruins in China and the West.

Finally, one time, he fell into a deep ravine in a ruin in ancient Greece, and woke up and traveled here.

The experience of his previous life gave him the bearing of not being shocked, and he sighed that this world was actually heavy on martial arts and light on literature.

Because of the development of personal force, the status of the martial artists in this world is supreme.

Yin Ming's learning seems to be useless.

His current identity is the only son of Marshal Hongguo.

Although he is an only son, his predecessor Yin Ming is not taken seriously, because he has no talent for martial arts and only likes literature.

And the big handsome only cares about the interests of the country, and he will not waste a little energy on a waste son.

As for Yin Ming's mother, she is the daughter of the former prime minister of Hongguo and a famous talented woman in the capital.

In the past, he was the emperor's master, married to the marshal, and inherited the incense for the marshal.

Da Shuai didn't care about a talented girl without force, and after finding out that the son she gave birth to was also a waste, he completely left the mother and son behind.

The marshal has been fighting abroad all the year round, opening up territory for Hongguo, and is feared by all sides of the mainland.

The mother and son lived in the Shuai Mansion, and their lives were miserable, and their subordinates took their words as deaf ears.

There are even bold subordinates who dare to throw their faces at the mother and son.

After all, this mother and son have no force, and the marshal completely treats them as air.

Yin Ming's mother died of depression in the early spring of this year.

Yin Ming alone is even more miserable.

He is a bit pedantic, he can't get along with people, and he doesn't get respected.

Every day's meals and the necessities of life have to be asked by Yin Ming to ask his subordinates, and his subordinates are very impatient with him.

Yin Ming went to ask for clothes before the winter, but was humiliated by the subordinates in the warehouse, and finally did not get the clothes.

This is not difficult to understand, because that person was brought into the Shuai Mansion by Yin Ming's cousin Zhang He.

Although Zhang He was only a cousin, he was a samurai who served in the Jingshi Jin Wuwei and lived in the Shuai Mansion.

The marshal has not returned to the marshal's mansion for many years, and several old stewards in the mansion rarely show up.

As a result, Zhang He seemed to be the head of the family, and often yelled at Yin Ming.

Even the subordinates he brought were also dogs and shook their faces at Yin Ming.

In winter, Yin Ming didn't want to eat gas, so he endured the cold and didn't ask for charcoal.

In the end, he was actually frozen to death.

That's when Yin Ming crossed over.

Yin Ming shook his head secretly in his heart, this predecessor was a little too poor and sour.

After all, this person is the son of a handsome, and he doesn't know how high his identity is compared to his subordinates and cousins.

But if this person is a little tougher, the matter will be big, and the subordinates and cousins will definitely not be pleased.

What really made the predecessor suffer humiliation was not that he emphasized force and neglected literature, but that his own people were too weak.

From this day forward, though, everything will be different.

Yin Ming was about to get up, when suddenly the door was kicked open, and a subordinate rushed in.

He was Zhang Liang, the servant of the treasury, and the old family of that cousin Zhang He.

He suddenly remembered just now that he hadn't given the waste young master charcoal this winter, and he immediately panicked.

Although this waste is not taken seriously, after all, he is the son of a handsome man, and if something happens, he can't afford to take the blame.

Zhang Liang ran over in a panic, but saw Yin Ming sitting on the bed in a good manner.

Although Yin Ming's face is not very good, he is definitely not worried about his life.

Zhang Liang breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was not dead or disabled, he didn't have to be afraid.

As for letting the young master freeze for more than half a month, it's nothing.

As far as the young master's status in the Shuaifu is concerned, he has not given the marshal a chance to complain at all.

Zhang Liang said sourly: "I said Yin Ming, who are you sitting there and pretending to be dead to scare?"

In the past, Yin Ming was just a poor scholar, and under the influence of popular concepts, he reprimanded his subordinates for weakness at most.

Therefore, the subordinates were not afraid of him at all, on the contrary, they even dared to fool him.

Yin Ming suddenly opened his eyes, looked directly at Zhang Liang and scolded: "The subordinate calls the master's name and surname, and ridicules him with words, am I pretending to be dead, or are you looking for death?"

Yin Ming is not the weak scholar in the past, he wandered around in his previous life, how could he have been humiliated.

Zhang Liangden was taken aback, he had been working in the Shuai Mansion for more than ten years, and he had never seen a weak waste young master with such a sharp appearance.

Zhang Liang was a little angry, and was actually frightened by this waste.

Although he was frightened by Yin Ming in his heart, his daily understanding was deep-rooted, and he couldn't help but want to resist.

He mustered up his courage, glared back, and said loudly with a weak heart: "I will call you by your first name, what can you do to me?"

Yin Ming said lightly: "I can't do anything to you, I can only go to Jingzhao Mansion in the west of the city to hand over a fold." ”

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant.

Yin Ming's voice suddenly became fierce, and shouted: "The law of the Great Hong Kingdom clearly says: If the servant is disrespectful and slanders the master, he should be exiled for three hundred miles!"

Yin Ming is not the original soft persimmon young master, he has been studying for a long time, and he has a kind of righteousness.

And what he said was something that the law clearly stated, as long as Jingzhao Mansion received the excerpt, Zhang Liang's sin would be cured.

Zhang Liang was so frightened that he took a step back, held on to the door frame, and almost fell to the ground.

"Ding, Wensheng system activated!"

"The host activates the blessing of the culture. ”

As the sound of mechanization sounded, Yin Ming suddenly felt that his momentum was flourishing.

Some mysterious energy seemed to be infused into his body, making his words even more intimidating.

The generosity of righteousness and the majesty of the law enveloped Zhang Liang at that time.

Zhang Liang's knees weakened, and he actually knelt down.

He fell to his knees, trembling, and wanted to say something begging for mercy, but his teeth chattered and he could not make a sound.

Yin Ming sighed that no matter which world it is, the villain must be overwhelmed with a righteous momentum.

At the same time, he was also looking for the voice that had just spoken.

It seemed to be some kind of mechanical voice rooted in my head.

Yin Ming tried to call out in his heart: "Wensheng system?"

Sure enough, there was another "ding" sound in my head, as if it was a response.

Yin Ming asked, "What are you and why are you in my mind?"

System: "This system serves as an auxiliary system to the host, with the purpose of helping the host practice the Tao and change the world. ”

Yin Ming was a little surprised, this thing was very novel, he had seen a lot, but he had never seen it before.

Yin Ming asked again: "Can Wen Dao also be practiced, and how should I practice it?"

System: "The way of cultivation is equivalent to the host's previous life as learning and cultivating Confucianism." ”

"The realm of literature and Taoism, scholars, scribes, scholars, scholars, ......"

"The host produces a literary atmosphere for learning and cultivating Confucianism, and the literary atmosphere can even make the host kill people with words and ink. ”

"If you use the literary tone to urge poetry and songs, it has an incredible effect. ”

"The host cultivation will also produce special Wendao values, which can be exchanged for various treasures, special exercises, and so on in the system. ”

Yin Ming understood a little, this tone is equivalent to the internal strength of a martial artist.

For him, words and ink are like a warrior swinging a fist, and poetry and poetry are like a warrior using martial arts to swing a fist.

The value of the text is somewhat like the unique currency of the system.

The reason why Yin Ming was so frightened that Zhang Liang fell to the ground just now was because the tone of the text urged the words, which directly dealt a blow to Zhang Liang's mind.

If he urged enough literary tone, or reprimanded through poetry, then Zhang Liang might even die on the spot.

Literary and Taoist celebrities, killing people is invisible.

Just as he was thinking about the Wen Qi, the system corrected: "The system reminds that the Wen Qi is not equal to the internal force of the martial artist at all. ”

"Martial artists do not cultivate their lives, only when they reach the realm of the so-called innate martial saints, will they begin to refine their nature, and their internal force will also be transformed into innate internal breath. ”

"Inner breath is a type of qi, which is equal in quality to the host's current cultivation of the qi. ”

Yin Ming groaned, in his memory, Yin Dashuai was a powerful and incomparable innate martial saint.

It is precisely because of the presence of Yin Dashuai that Hongguo can expand its territory and become a powerful country on the mainland from a third-rate small country.

Yin Ming asked: "So, the realm of Wensheng and Scribe is not the same as the realm of Martial Arts and Warrior?"

System: "In terms of realm, it is the same, but the host cultivates the Tao of Literature and kills people with a pen." ”

"As long as you don't get close, the lethality is more than ten times that of the same realm. ”

Yin Ming understands that he doesn't refine his body, and he fights hand-to-hand just like an ordinary person.