Chapter 370: Samurai, Scribe, Fangshi

Du Lang's face was swollen and red, his eyes were also red, and he immediately poured beans to tell him how he had survived, and he found out that he could condense the ghost domain to summon ghost soldiers.

Zhang Xia's complexion changed several times, and said, "You actually know how to do ghost arts?!"

Du Lang's body trembled slightly, and said, "Senior brother, senior sister, everyone, when I am with you is Du Lang's happiest time. ”

"Stop!" Wang Ming saw Du Lang's eyes sweating and tearful, and it was estimated that he was not so uncomfortable when his arm was broken, so he hurriedly interrupted him, "Xiaju, what if you know how to use ghost arts?"

Zhang Xia raised his head and said: "Senior brother, you may not know that the ghost technique is a forbidden technique, and generally speaking, the world respects it. ”

Du Lang's face showed shame, and said: "Senior brother, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I just ......" Du Lang couldn't say anything, he was used to being alone, but since he entered the Five Thunder Gate, he really regarded the Five Thunder Gate as his own home, and the senior brothers and sisters as relatives.

Wang Ming glared and said: "First of all, no matter whether you Du Lang can do ghost arts, what you did before, as long as you enter my Five Thunder Gate and do not violate the rules of my Five Thunder Gate, you are a member of my Five Thunder Gate, there is no room for negotiation on this point, and you Du Lang don't say anything else." ”

Du Lang trembled when he heard this, his tiger eyes were full of tears, and he stopped talking.

Wang Ming waved his hand and said, "Don't play this for me, the old man feels a little disgusting like this." ”

Zhang Xiaju sighed secretly in her heart, knowing that Wang Ming would be like this, but a person who knows ghost arts, it is true that he can not provoke without provoking, and I am afraid that he will cause trouble in the future.

Wang Ming said: "Xiaju, tell me about people who know ghost arts." ”

Zhang Xiaju nodded and said: "The world is divided into three categories: scholars, farmers and merchants, the status of the scholars is the highest, and the farmers are the lowest. Among the nobles were samurai and scribes. Most of the Kyushu families were samurai, because the Shenzhou Empire was founded on martial arts, followed by scribes, which was relatively rare. ”

Martial arts is the mainstream, and martial arts are used to establish the country, Wang Ming can't help but think of the scribe Dong Zhongshu who has dealt with him.

Wu Fatian mentioned that he sent Dong Zhongshu to the Lei Kingdom as an assassin, which may not only involve the emperor's intention to gradually collect local power.

Zhang Xiaju continued to talk eloquently: "Although there are not many scribes, and there is one in the ten scholars, the world has always heard of it, but there is a scholar named Fangshi, and ordinary people know very little. ”

Fang Shi!?Wang Ming's eyes lit up, and he became interested.

Most of these people live in a fixed place, or live in a wild temple, or wander in the market, or avoid the cemetery, and will summon spirits, exorcise ghosts, and suppress evil spirits. Five hundred years ago, Fang Shi was an evil man, and the bandits were generally arrested by the government, and everyone was afraid of them; four hundred years ago, when the empire and the Mang country were in a war, the Fang Shi recruited the heroic soul of the empire and defeated the nine mangs of the Mang country, and the Fang Shi was officially accepted by the government. ”

"In other words, as a Fang Shi, his status is not high, and he is not well received?" Wang Ming asked.

"Yes. ”

"If anyone knows that Du Lang is a Fangshi, then he will not be treated even with us Wulei Gate?"

Zhang Xiaju found that Wang Ming had dug a pit for her, if it was two people, Zhang Xiaju would say yes, but in front of Du Lang, Zhang Xiaju was embarrassed to say so.

"Yes. Durang exclaimed.

Wang Ming's expression froze and became a little serious: " What I want to say is that there is no class should be used as the basic criterion for teaching the next generation of disciples of our Five Thunder Gates, that is, no matter what the qualifications of this person are, whether he is a genius or a waste of firewood, as long as he is willing to come to our Five Thunder Gate, we will teach, and according to his actual situation, even if they can't go far on the martial arts journey, at least teach them a skill, and there is no class is not only in terms of qualifications, demon beasts or others as long as they are willing to come to the Five Thunder Gate, we will teach, just one point, we must agree with the rules of the Five Thunder Gate. ”

Wang Ming said that it became more and more clear in his heart that the Wulei Gate should develop greatly and establish a foundation for a hundred years and a thousand years, not by one or two cattle to support it, but by having rules and relying on the unique spirit of the Five Thunder Gate passed down from generation to generation.

"Xiaju, you can go now and send the three-thousand-year-old Zhu Guo to Hua Qingluo, the mother of the three brothers of the Yang family. ”

Zhang Xia's eyes lit up and nodded in response.

Three thousand years Zhu Guo is too dazzling, the five thunder men are really hot in their hands, give Zhu Guo to Hua Qingluo to help her advance to the martial arts, and it is a very good deal for the five thunder men to lead a strong foreign aid.

Zhang Xiaju took the Qiankun bag handed over by Wang Ming, and her heart was right, she wanted to see the night view of Yuezhou, and by the way, try to condense the big dream cave of Yuezhou.

Zhang Xia moved neatly, turned around and went out, and plunged into the boundless night.

Wang Ming said: "Song Que, don't worry, if you cultivate the Five Thunder Fist, you will know that the human body is a treasure mountain, not only the left, middle and right three meridians, but you can completely find another way." The left is yin, the right is yang, and the meridians you newly cultivated also have yin and yang, and yin and yang complement each other and are full of divine energy, and when the time comes, the natural divine veins will reappear. ”

Song Que perked up when he heard this, and swept away his previous depression.

"Dulang, I'll take a hand. ”

Durang passed his hand over, wrist up.

Wang Ming held his hand for a moment and said, "Du Lang, if you don't learn the Five Thunder Fist, you will set up a ghost domain and summon ghost soldiers, and your life will definitely not be long." ”

Du Lang nodded, he knew this.

"And judging by your description, you have set up a lore demon domain, which is beyond your ability, and your arm was burned because of this. Wang Ming thought for a while and said, "This of your should be called Burning Arm Summoning, and the next time you cast a spell, the price may be your other arm." You need to practice the Five Thunder Fist hard, and you don't need to pay such a price after breaking through the Martial Dao Fivefold Martial Soul Realm. ”

If there are twelve meridians in the body and the essence is enough to supply, don't burn the arm and other spells that cripple the body.

Du Lang's spirits perked up and asked, "Senior brother, can I also break through the five layers of martial arts?"

"Of course you can!" Wang Ming replied in the affirmative, "but your practice of Five Thunder Fist is a little different from us, and you have to do this...... It's like your arm is still there. ”

Du Lang frowned, puzzled.

Wang Ming asked, "When you just lost your arm, did you feel that your arm was still there?"

Du Lang nodded.

"That's the kind of feeling, get it back, and then add it when you practice the Five Thunder Fist, you may have a slower cultivation speed, but you have a solid foundation. And ......" Speaking of this, Wang Ming paused, "You have to practice not only martial arts, but also ghost arts. ”

"May I?" said Durang.

"That's right, the world has a misunderstanding of Fang Shi, just like Zhang Xiaju said, five hundred years ago the Shi was still an evil man, and a person turned evil into a good man four hundred years ago, so why can't you make the name of Fang Shi show the world, so that people will be happy and respectful when they hear it?" Wang Ming said solemnly.

Zhang Xiaju said that summoning spirits, exorcising ghosts, and suppressing evil spirits is almost a business done by Taoist priests, and today's "Taoist priests" are so unpopular, Wang Ming feels that since he came to this world and knows that there is such a thing, then by the way, he will do something to correct his name and make a name for him.

"Is there really that day?"

Wang Ming nodded and said, "It's man-made!"

With a good sentence of "things are done by people", Du Lang suddenly swept away his frustration.

These days, whether it is Song Que or Du Lang, when facing a desperate situation, he did not hesitate, and he couldn't help but regret it afterwards, thinking that there might be another way, and his heart was full of frustration and sadness, and now listening to the boss's words, I feel much better.

Seeing this, Wang Ming knew that he had finally appeased these two guys, so he turned his head and said to Fang Shiyu: "Fat Fang, what are you still stunned about?" Take out the things that Dongtian brought out, count them and hand them over to Song Que. ”

Fang Shiyu hurriedly started, and the demon core, beast bones, and spirit grass were piled up on the table in a blink of an eye.

Song Que's eyes widened, and he instantly forgot all the troubles in the world.