Overgod Ascension

“Hmm... does this double look like a success? ”

Until the end of the debate, the ghost eyes left the monk Zhengfang, and the original monk Zhengfang changed his state of mind. He looked at the ghost with a bright face above him and touched his chin.

Now this‘ ghost glance 'is naturally Wu Ming using Tu Fujiyong to pretend.

Because it is also used by third-degree master, the temperament of the strong man on his body is very obvious, plus Wu Ming's own blood breath cover, not even these closest samurai can see, but it can be used.

“And… when I was making it, I left my dark hand, this samurai, and the second form - Sammon Folk! When necessary, he can be replaced as a monk. I will continue to be the governor of the family... It is convenient to switch back and forth, and better cover up, just let the monk find a reason to shut down...”

When he was ready, Wu Ming came to the newly inaugurated ‘Instinct Temple’ with a ghost eye.

“That name... is my bad taste again...”

Wu Ming was eager to laugh, but mindful of the need to maintain a generation of high monks, he forcibly withstood.

“The ghost pills are fierce, Tetsuro Amakusa! ”

After entering the temple, nature began with a ghost eye and summoned two children: “This is the monk, the master of the instinct temple, you must respect him as you respect me. ”

“See you, my lord! ”

The two children immediately prayed and took another peek. They felt that the monks were benevolent, not the kind with the majesty of King Kong and Shu Luo, reluctantly relieved themselves.

“Cough...”

At this time, Wu Ming manipulated the ghost eyes and coughed again. "The ghost pills are fierce! This Master Sammon Zhengfang, or the teacher I have invited for you, will teach you military magic, plot, even yin and yang techniques, and ninja, as well as the aristocratic methods of flowering and tea art. He is an abundant scholar, even I admire the creation of these two aspects! ”

“Teacher! ”

Once again, the ghost pills salute, and there is a desire in the voice.

“Very good... the poor monk must do everything he can to give the best of what he has learned to Master Ghostball...”

Wu Ming Gao proclaimed a law and glanced at Xiarong Tiangrass next to him: “Of course... this person next to you can also accompany the lecture...”

Xiarong Tianshu immediately gave a happy expression on his face, and even Hayamaru was happy that his companion had been given the opportunity.

Next, Wu Ming was naturally lazy enough to continue singing the oboe and let the ghost leave, but he stayed and measured the ghost pill in front of him.

“The poor monks have learned, all inclusive, military techniques, plots, yin and yang techniques, as well as calligraphy, tea ceremonies, tea flowers and so on... where do you want to learn from the ghost pills? ”

“Naturally, it's military! ”

Ghostball held his fist tight and replied without hesitation.

“Learning military magic… is a rather painful process, are you ready? ”

“Don't worry! Teacher, I already have this awareness! ”

The steadfast eyes of the ghost pill, the blood bearing, and the continuing hatred of the family, as well as the years of hunting and displacement, have made him grow fast.

“Very well… the poor monk sums up the military technique, plot, yin and yang techniques he has practiced in his life, and edits them into a book, named" Five Rounds ", divided into five volumes of ground, fire, wind, water, and last empty volumes. From today on, I will pass it on to you! Of course, Tianchu Xiarong can also listen. How much you get depends on your own understanding...”

“Ha!”

Haunted pills and Xiarong Tianshu are all excited to promise.

“Now... go prepare lunch first, in the afternoon, the practice will begin officially, which is very hard..."

Wu Ming smiled and watched the two kids leave, his eyes turned dark again.

This so-called "Five Rounds of Books" is naturally made up by him, but combines the collections of Fusang Martial Arts, Yin and Yang techniques and Ninjutsu, and finally adds his own imaginary collection.

And there's a lot of personal goods in there.

Whether it works or not, nature is a bit useful. In Wu Ming's view, this is at least a three-order classic.

The so-called third order, also his own division, is based on the maximum potential that secrets can cultivate. The third order of the Five Rounds of Books, the limit is naturally the third level.

After all, Wu Ming is now also the real person rank of the third level of Taoist law, to let him create the fourth order treasure book, even though there are other references, it is not possible at all, unless the advanced heavenly master will say later.

However, Wu Ming did not have much kindness in teaching Ghost Maru and Tianshu Xiarong's "Five Rounds of Books", because the means of control ambushed therein are the same as that of the swordsman of Shinobu.

The more immersed he is, the more under his control.

It just doesn't make you crazy, irrational, approaching and raining by any means. It's better than a simple, rough swordsman.

“However, the ambush of dark hands in kung fu and the daily spiritual influence, the planting of control brands are trails, the real practice, or should be locked with love...”

Wu Ming touched his chin: “How about being Yoshiko? Or... simply find an adopted daughter and marry her again..."

……

The afternoon instinct temple is bathed in the sun, and the garden is filled with fallen leaves that look warm and gentle.

Ghost Maru and Tianchu Xiarong sat on their knees in front of Wu Ming and listened carefully.

“The Poor Monk's Five Rounds of Books, the volume of the earth, talks about the ways of samurai and the practice of swordplay; there is also the volume of water, the watery void and the ripple, the soft things, the constant reason in all the changes, so this volume is about yin and yang techniques and ninjutsu; the volume of wind, it is about the acquisition of information, the geography and the great power of the whole heaven, and the military methods of the various genres of swordplay...”

“And a roll of fire...”

Speaking of which, a strange smile appeared on Wu Ming's face: "What is recorded here is the method of marching and the number one tactic of battle in the world! ”

“First in the world?! ”

The two kids were really scared, and the ghost pills appeared more eager in their eyes: “What tactic is that? ”

“The poor monk named this tactic - the Battle of the Iron Cannon! If it's done, it's enough to win 100 fights! ”

Wu Mingkou took a smile.

This is actually about firearms, and as a person of previous generations, there is still a great deal of wonder and ambiguous knowledge.

However, the world is far more developed than the world of Fu Song, and there are original firearms. If Wu Ming takes them out again, the first is eye-catching, the second is easy to imitate, and there is no time.

But in the Fusan world, it's different now.

With status and power, and for a long time, Wu Ming also assembled artisans and drummed up a few things.

Now it's time to experiment with this apprentice.

Those who possess power must possess power, otherwise it is chaos!

The birth of a firearm gives strength to anyone with a finger pull trigger, comparable to a samurai who has been working out for years!

What changes will happen when the bottom masters powerful power?

Wu Ming is still looking forward to this.

‘... according to my research, the world's supernatural power is too intense, ordinary firearms have reached the limit, can compare to the peak of the first degree, is the highest... Although it will cause some social unrest, there is still no optimism as to how it can affect the domination of the second and third levels of mastery and even the whole Shinto...'

‘However, the first class of extraordinary people is the foundation and the largest group of people… The change here may be used as a rehearsal for the week and even for other extraordinary worlds…'

Wu Ming's mind is very big, far from being confined to Fu Song's world.

“An iron cannon? What the hell is that? ”

Ghost pills were confused. To defeat Yuanping's army, he must need a powerful force. He became interested in the first tactic in the world.

“It is the power of fire… it represents the extraordinary power of aggression as fire, to destroy everything, and more importantly, it can be easily controlled by mortals…”

Wu Ming explained a few words about the role of the firearm and immediately let Ghost Maru's eyes shine out: “I'm going to learn this! ”

“Well... this fire roll, I will teach you along with the military magic! ”

Wu Mingjaw's head: “And the last empty roll... alas..."

“So what about the empty roll? ”

Ghostball grabbed his fists and asked nervously.

“The final volume of emptiness speaks of the ways and means to sum up the life of a poor monk, the emptiness, without end, without inner and outer. Since it is empty, it is not bound by anything, but can be both inside and outside. Can you practice... it all depends on talent...”

Wu Ming seemed to be sighing, but in fact, it was the method of control he had created for the ghost pills, the manipulation of the mind, as long as he practiced to become obsessed, he must have unconsciously controlled it.

“Empty? There's no way and no way? ”

The ghost pills flashed a little doubt in his fierce eyes.

“Everything can be done, such as fantasy bubbles, such as dew or electricity, should be watched! ”

Taking this opportunity of divine dragon confusion, Wu Ming recited the true words, such as Huang Zhong Dalu, which inspired deep reflection, went straight into the heart, and planted the next seed firmly inside the ghost pill.

‘When it comes to brainwashing and control, Taoists can't even catch up with the Brahmin Gate...’

At the same time, looking at Ghostball's fierce face reveals a bit of Buddhism, Wu Ming's heart is also spitting in the dark: ‘And… this is also a means of preventing, diverting attention from cause and effect...'

If one day, Suzaki's life finds out something wrong, but because of this arrangement, he draws attention to the high priest Dade of Van Men, Wu Ming is the one who dreams to wake up laughing.

Not only was the ghost pill fierce, but even the next sky grass fourteen brothers, tears appeared in the corner of his eyes, respectfully fell to the ground.

Wu Ming's heart was a little happy to see this scene first. It was a little dark and spinning. He knew his path, and it was indeed a long way to go.