Super Monk

"After the reign of God, the world is in chaos. The main task is to select one of the hundred schools of thought and wear it in all countries. If one country is willing to follow this principle, the task will be completed and 5000 lucky spots will be awarded. If the task cannot be completed, you will not be able to return to the main world, and your accomplishments will never be improved after three months! "

"Please choose one of the hundred schools of thought, and choose before ten interest!"

A few people look at each other, and Zhao Fugui reaches for a move. A stretch of mist falls into his hands. The mist unfolds, showing two vigorous characters, "Mohist.".

Soon Zhao Fugui took a few people into the city, which was quite similar to the ancient Warring States period. Many of the walls were made of rammed earth.

After a while, the crowd came to the gate of Bole army. There was a guard in front of the gate. There seemed to be some guards with swords in the gate.

"Why are you here?" That Porter sees Zhao Fugui they are not like mortals, dare not neglect, hurriedly welcomed to come over to ask a way.

"We are Mohist disciples. I heard that Bole Jun has the ambition to eliminate the evils of the world, so we specially came to visit him!" Zhao Fugui said.

While speaking, Luo Dingkun's aura shows many different appearances. The porter is stunned and rushes into the mansion to report.

"If we don't show some differences, I'm afraid we won't see Bole Jun either. Most of the people we'll see later are housekeepers!" Luo Dingkun explained that his son, Qin Wangfu, was a guest minister before, but he knew a lot about the manner of these sects.

Sure enough, after the door guest reported, Ji Wu, the "king of Bole", welcomed him directly to the gate and received him with great courtesy.

He has a young face but a deep eye. Hidden through the vicissitudes of the world, wearing not simple but not gorgeous, wearing a beam crown on the head, the breath slightly exposed. Wind and thunder condense and repel others.

"Master..." Zhao Fugui and others were slightly surprised.

Although I have long thought of the power of Fengshen world, I didn't expect that I would meet an aristocrat as a master.

Bolejun is very enthusiastic. Walking with Zhao Fugui's arm, he also talks and laughs at Ruan Lingyu, Luo Dingkun and others, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

When you pass through the palace, you can feel the rich atmosphere.

"With the power of a country's upper nobility, there are only a small number of outdoor scenes in the martial arts competition." Zhao Fugui was only shocked.

It's a world of gods!

After entering the room, several people knelt down on the desk and exchanged greetings. Mr. Bole arched his hand and said, "how can you teach me when you come from afar?"

"I often hear that you want to get rid of the accumulated evils of the Han Dynasty, and some people have come to make a fool of themselves." Zhao Fugui knelt down and sat upright.

Bole Jun said, "I'm all ears."

According to the contents discussed before, Zhao Fugui spoke slowly: "on the one hand, we should respect the virtuous, regardless of their status, and use talented people. Although the noble doctors are strong, the number of them is limited, and the common people slaves are weak, there are many. Even if the former has ten talents, the latter is one in ten thousand, it can be ten times, one hundred times or even one thousand times more than the former

"As long as you can choose talented people, teach martial arts and help them regardless of their superiors and inferiors, why don't you worry that no one will be available in time? Why don't we get rid of the disadvantages? "

Mr. Bole pondered for a long time and changed his name: "Mr. Bole knows everything, but this is one of the accumulated disadvantages. If I choose talented people and teach martial arts widely, I'm afraid I'll be falsely accused of treason. Moreover, there is one person in Wanzhong who can use it. It costs a lot more than a noble doctor."

Zhao Fugui did not hesitate to interface: "it is necessary to save use and burial."

"How many warriors can be raised by building this tower? The way to live forever after death is illusory. Why waste your money on it? "

As soon as his voice fell, Bole Jun's face changed slightly: "I am the Miao descendant of King Wen. I am a descendant of God man. I can communicate with heaven after I die. Why is it so illusory? Don't say much, sir!"

Zhao Fugui was a little stunned. He didn't even mention the universal love that was most likely to be opposed. Just one festival of funeral attracted the fierce opposition of Bole Jun. it was really difficult for Mohism to spread in the upper class.

Bolejun didn't want to talk about it any more. He called the housekeeper and asked him to lead Zhao Fugui and others down to become a door guest.

Zhao Fugui exchanged his eyes with Jiang Caiwei and others, and suddenly stood up and saluted: "since you can't accept a certain word, I'm waiting for it to be tasteless, so I'll leave."

Mr. Bole asked him to stay and said, "five of you are knowledgeable and have extraordinary strength. You should have a place to use them."

"Can you take what someone said?" Zhao Fugui asked.

Bole Jun's face was not smooth: "No."

Zhao Fugui laughs and turns around:

"the way is different, not for the sake of seeking!"

Bole Jun's face was gloomy, but he thought to himself that fame didn't stop them from leaving.

Leaving the residence, Zhao Fugui sighed to Jiang Caiwei and others: "it's harder than expected. Mohism is really the enemy of the upper class."

"It seems that they attach great importance to the affairs after death, and the theory of festival burial has to be changed." Luo Dingkun frowned.

As they were moving forward, they were suddenly chased by someone from the rear: "a few friends in front, stay!"

As soon as Zhao Fugui and others looked back, they saw a man wearing a yellow scarf chasing him. The man had a long sword hanging around his waist and dressed as a doorman. His strength was quite good.Sure enough, it is a world of gods, and the strong are emerging in endlessly.

"Brother, I don't know what happened to us?" Zhao Fugui arched his hand and asked.

"At home, Zhao Bo is a guest of Shaojun's family. He was on duty outside Shaojun's door some time ago, and he felt the same feelings when he heard some high-level comments, so he came here to see you!" Said the middle-aged man.

"I came from a poor family. When I was young, my family was hungry and cold. I had a chance encounter to get my present accomplishments. Unfortunately, the rank of the Qin Dynasty is very strict, and the aristocracy controls everything. It's hard for the poor to have a chance to make progress. I heard that the young prince is widely accepted by the disciples, and I don't care about his status, so I came here specially. Because of this, I have a deep feeling about your lofty theory!"

"Someone has a residence here. Please come over and have a talk!" Zhao Bo said enthusiastically.

Zhao Fugui and Jiang Caiwei and Ruan Lingyu exchanged a look. After all, this is a person who is familiar with the world. It's good for us to exchange our experience and know more about the world.

And a few people are powerful, and they are not afraid of Zhao Bo's harmful thoughts.

"It's better to be respectful than obedient!" Zhao Fugui nodded and said.

Zhao Bo, with a happy face, immediately took Zhao Fugui and them to the city, and soon turned into an alley. After passing through the alley, he saw two huts outside.

Before entering the house, Zhao Bo asked Zhao Fugui to wait for them for a while. Then he entered the house in a hurry. It seemed that after saying a few words, he came out in a hurry.

"Please, some friends are also in it!" Zhao Bo said after he came out.

Zhao Fugui and their faces did not change. They followed Zhao Bo and went directly into the hut. Soon they saw the people in the hut.