Let you be a proton, you chase the empress of the enemy country?

Chapter 155 Ying Wuji: You have a great idea, I copied it!
Dreamland!

This stuff is amazing.

It can be a spring dream without a trace, a night of absurdity, after waking up from the dream, except for the clothes that need to be changed, I can't remember any details.

It can also go deep into the bone marrow, and every time you flash back when you are awake, it can make you know every detail of your dream.

It can be grotesque.

But it doesn't make you have the slightest doubt.

It can also be logically hooked.

Even when you wake up, you can't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

And now.

Ying Wuji has mastered almost everything in the dream, as long as the spiritual cultivation of the dreamers is not as good as his, he can easily imprint these people with ideological stamps.

Just like their respect and awe of the "butterfly".

It doesn't make any sense.

But let them have to follow.

Even after waking up from the dream, I would smile because I thought it was absurd.

But they will also inadvertently and subconsciously follow this subtle thinking inertia.

Ying Wuji knew that after these people woke up, it would be difficult for them to fully believe in the authenticity of Dali Xindi, but the scenery of Xindi he showed them would be firmly imprinted in the depths of their memories.

As long as they see the map, they can make a one-to-one correspondence between these memories and the scenes on the map.

No matter how brainwashed Wei and Han are, they will trust their own judgment.

Today's first online lesson.

Geography lesson!
During the intermission, Ying Wuji kicked them all out of the dream.

"call……"

Ying Wuji sat up from the bed, and took a deep breath of the dry frontier air.

He pushed the wooden house away and glanced at the fortress that was about to be built in the basin.

Since leaving the front line, he has rushed to the border of Ganli without stopping.

It has to be said that the two kings are actually more ruthless than the other.

With such a chosen geographical location, it is destined to do business honestly, otherwise, whoever is unhappy will drag the entire fortress to be buried with him.

But that's okay, the initiative is all on your own.

Now he has completely divided the raw materials into two parts, and secretly handed them over to Qian and Li. The dry country has a strong agricultural and livestock industry, so it is mainly responsible for lard, and the Li country is mainly responsible for alkali mines and spices.

Relying on the terrifying mutual supervision and reporting system of both sides, it is not impossible to hide from both sides.

In the next month, he will thoroughly implement this system.

When the money-making machine was able to run on its own and the first batch of soap was produced, he could retire.

just.

Take advantage of this time to give students online classes.

Since you want to take online classes, you have to be more professional.

There is always a timetable.

Ying Wuji smiled, then returned to the house, closed the door, lit the oil lamp, spread a piece of paper on the table, and began to draw up the class schedule.

There are so many uses of dreams, which fully meet his various needs of online courses.

In the martial arts enlightenment class, he is completely competent at this point. After all, all the basic sword moves have been strengthened to the mysterious level by him. Other martial arts introductions, although not as abnormal as swordsmanship, have also exploded a lot from Tieniu and Tangtang. What he has learned alone is enough to rival a large family.

Especially swordsmanship.

After all the basic sword moves were advanced, there was no particularly strange change.

But Ying Wuji had a vague feeling that all swordsmanship in the world could be transformed under his hands.

Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude is definitely right.

But as long as these young people choose to lay a solid foundation in swordsmanship with themselves, they are likely to become masters in swordsmanship after many years.

There must also be cultural classes, but this cultural class must contain a lot of private goods, because only when a group of people reach a consensus can they exert great power in the future.

Taking advantage of this period of time, both civil and martial arts are blooming, and it is definitely impossible to cultivate masters, but it is enough for Ying Wuji to pick out good seedlings.

Immediately afterwards, there was a field escape class and a moral screening class.

All those who are highly qualified and loyal will arrange to escape to their secret base.

If the loyalty is not high, no matter how high the aptitude is, he will be fired on the spot.

If the loyalty is high, but the aptitude is average or the location is not good, then arrange to escape to Dali Xindi, and let your father-in-law drink soup with him.

These are all of Ying Wuji's recent arrangements.

"However! If you want to cultivate a real master, there seems to be something missing..."

Ying Wuji rested his chin in thought for a while.

Relying on my dreams, I can completely allow everyone to enjoy top-level online courses for free.

When I return to Jiangcheng in the future, I can rely on my identity to snatch the teaching scenes of many famous teachers, and then move the teaching scenes intact into the dream.

It is equivalent to everyone learning from countless top famous teachers. As long as the base is large, geniuses can easily emerge.

Even the content of some magic jade slips can be displayed more concretely through dreams.

My own online school can almost completely beat all official organizations.

But it seems that only relying on cramming education can't cultivate real masters.

Ying Wuji took out a jade pendant from his bosom, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Spirit Martial God Realm!"

He had planned to use this jade pendant given by his father-in-law a long time ago, but he couldn't make time for it because he had too much business to do.

Ying Wuji still has a trace of respect for this Martial Saint who founded the current cultivation system.

However, this Spirit Martial God Realm looks like a large dreamland no matter how you look at it.

If we can figure out the mechanism...

Ying Wuji didn't talk nonsense anymore, he directly stuck the jade pendant to the back of his head, and slowly fell asleep.

Wait till you wake up again.

He stood in front of a grand hall.

There are three big characters written on the plaque in the main hall: Lingwu Palace!

As for himself, with a hazy face and coarse linen clothes, except for a long sword of unknown material in his hand, there is nothing worthy of praise.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

A golden-armored general in armor came slowly and looked down at Ying Wuji: "New here? Do you understand the rules?"

"Understand!"

Ying Wuji replied angrily.

The Golden Armored General nodded slightly: "Just understand, come with me!"

There was almost no nonsense, he directly led Ying Wuji to the center of the hall, guided Ying Wuji to stand on the ring in the center of the hall, and then left the hall directly.

From beginning to end, there is no redundant communication.

The entire Lingwu Palace seems to be a place purely for exchanging martial arts.

However, is this really the case?

Ying Wuji frowned slightly. He had read the records about Lingwu Palace in many places, but his evaluations were surprisingly consistent: this place is a holy place for those who seek martial arts, and anyone can seek martial arts here. progress.This place is magnificent and simple, without any utilitarian nature.

Because of this, every prince and king acquiesced to the existence of Lingwu Palace, and even provided strong support for its development.

This kind of unscrupulous life-and-death struggle is indeed too important for a master. Many brave generals on the battlefield have come from the Lingwu God Realm.

Even Master Thirteen's sword-slashing space was inspired from here.

but……

This place is so much like a charity organization.

After spending so much effort, don't they have any selfishness?

Ying Wuji felt that he had the heart of a villain to judge the belly of a gentleman, but he also felt that there was nothing wrong with thinking so. He closed his eyes and felt the atmosphere of the hall.

The understanding of Tianhu's dream is like the eyes that see everything at this moment, deconstructing everything in the Lingwu God Realm.

This is indeed a dream.

In a small piece of dream space, there are countless martial arts arenas superimposed.

In almost every martial arts arena, tragic fights are taking place. Some people open and close extremely fiercely, and some move meticulously and wonderfully.

And in the sky above the main hall, a pair of eyes are watching quietly. These eyes should come from the owner of the dream.

These eyes...how should I put it?

Weird!
Not like the eyes of a living person.

But it seems that he can't wait to see through everyone!
All of this, if it weren't for Ying Wuji's high attainments in dreams, he might feel that he was the only one in this hall, and it would be hard for him to notice even other martial arts arenas, let alone see these eyes .

"Squeak!"

While Ying Wuji was immersing himself in watching the other martial arts arenas, the door of the main hall opened again.

The golden-armored warrior just now brought another person in and threw him directly into the martial arts arena.

A sentence without any emotion came out from under the golden mask: "A sword has no eyes, and it ends with death!"

After speaking, he left the hall directly.

Only Ying Wuji and another swordsman in coarse linen looked at each other silently.

"Keng!"

"Keng!"

There was no communication between the two sides, but the long swords were drawn at the same time tacitly.

A quarter of an hour later.

Ying Wuji's throat was cut, and before he lost consciousness, the long sword came out of his hand and pierced his opponent's heart.

The opponent is strong.

But they should have also lost all their supporters, so this fight should be the result of both dying together.

But according to the judgment method of Lingwu God Realm, he should have lost.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Ying Wuji panted subconsciously. His opponent this time is definitely a master, but not that high. With the basic sword moves of the ultimate version, his real strength should be slightly higher than him.

But this kind of life-and-death fight against masters is obviously his weakness.

A small loss is a thousand miles away, but defeat is a normal situation.

No wonder it's easy to have masters in the Lingwu God Realm. It's no wonder that there are no masters in fighting like this every day.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The golden-armored general reappeared, his tone still unchanged: "You still have two more games today!"

"Ok!"

Ying Wuji nodded, stood up leaning on his sword, and quietly waited for the next opponent to arrive.

Final result.

Three out of one.

It's not too bad.

At the end of the last match, Ying Wuji was directly kicked out of the Spirit Martial God Realm.

He sat up from the bed, his eyes gleaming.

"very good!"

"The idea is very good, I copied it!"

Ying Wuji was trembling with excitement. The Spiritual Martial God Realm is extremely difficult for anyone to achieve, because it requires a dream of a sufficient scale, and requires that the scenes and details of each martial arts arena be realistic enough.

But there is no obstacle at all for me who has mastered Tianhu Lumeng and Mohist deduction techniques.

Comprehend the functions of God's Domain.

Students of their own online courses can experience it.

Not only that, I can even steal videos from the Lingwu God Realm, and every pair of masters' life-and-death fights can become teaching materials for my online classes.

"Really Nima... Cool!"

The corners of Ying Wuji's mouth twitched wildly. He couldn't even imagine how terrifying monsters could be cultivated after such high-intensity online classes for several years in a row.

One must know that even those masters who can enter the Spirit Martial God Realm can only gain experience from fighting in person.

Someone like me who can steal videos is simply unique.

This kind of treatment can only be enjoyed by the master of Lingwu Palace.

As long as the online class does not stretch the hips, the offline training resources can also keep up.

Up to three years.

There will be a large number of martial arts cultivation astonishing fetal transformation masters born.

The group that I raise in the demon veins will definitely not lack resources.

But the group in Dali Xindi...

When I go back this time, I must let my father-in-law formulate a wave of policies that are conducive to the cultivation of new talents, and suck in a wave of them.

but……

The top priority now is the escape class.

Although he has now memorized the map of the entire Li country by heart, he has exhaustively listed all the places where guard posts may be set up.

However, the obstacles set up by Wei and Han are indeed a bit too ruthless.

After training, people will definitely be able to escape.

It's just a question of how much escaped.

The population war is indeed not as bloody as a direct war.

But the degree of cruelty is not bad at all.

So every step has to be carefully thought out.

……

A cold autumn rain.

Every winter rain urges hibernation.

Sometimes God is like this. It can snow, but it still wants to torture you with winter rain.

By the time the first snowflakes fell in winter, the border of Ganli had already been watered by winter rain again and again, making every inch of the ground icy cold.

Fortunately, both countries are willing to allocate supplies.

The soap factory was not short of supplies from the beginning to the end, and everything went smoothly. Five days after Ying Wuji arrived at No.40, the first batch of soap officially came out.Although there are not so many fancy styles, the overall quality is quite good, enough to deliver the first batch of orders from various countries.

Ying Wuji looked at the full load, stroked the soft white scarf around his neck, and yawned lazily.

These days, if Bai Zhi hadn't been able to wake up occasionally and accompany her to have fun in her dreams, she would have been unable to withstand this wilderness.

"My son-in-law! Let's set off?"

Xin Zhao sat in front of the carriage, his right hand clutching the whip, ready to move.

He originally thought that coming here with Ying Wuji would be a lucrative job.

Unexpectedly, this soap factory bird doesn't shit. Apart from doing all kinds of nonsense with Ying Wuji every day, he can only go back to his residence to warm up and sleep.

Although there is meat in the meal.

But his carnal desire still has no place to rest.

Hurry back to Jiangcheng!

Go back to Jiangcheng and quickly open meat.

The newlywed son-in-law must also miss the princess.

Ying Wuji stretched, and sleepily got into the carriage: "Let's go!"

The convoy rumbles forward.

On the thin snow on the official road, there are marks of different shades.

Maybe it's because of the winter.

Except that the northern front is still fighting fiercely, it seems that all places have become quite deserted.

More than deserted.

It was simply killing.

The fiefs of each small family are as quiet as a chicken, shivering in the cracks between the Zhao, Wei and Han clans.

Wei and Han lands are even more turbulent. There will be a government patrol almost every day. At the beginning, some people were agitated because of the "immigration order", but after being hit by the local government a few times, it stopped.

The whole journey was uneventful.

It wasn't until I arrived in Jiangcheng that I barely saw some popularity.

This batch of soap may be the only piece of good news that the palace has received, and people have been sent out of the city to welcome it long ago.

only.

Originally, the king Zhao Ji was supposed to greet his son-in-law in person, but because an important meeting had to be held temporarily, in the end, the most important Prime Minister, Luo Yan, was asked to do it for him.

It's a pity that Ying Wuji doesn't like to play with Luo Yan.

After a little politeness, he went straight back home.

Jump off the wagon.

step on the snow.

Make a "creaking" sound.

Ying Wuji didn't expect to be greeted by someone at first, and he just wanted to catch up on a good night's sleep after a few days of exhaustion.

But never thought that in front of Piaoxue's door, a gentle and charming woman was standing.

His eyes are gentle.

It's like snow water melting with pine plums on the stove.

"Sister Hua Chao?"

Ying Wuji couldn't help showing a smile: "How do you know I'm coming back today?"

Hua Zhao gave him a reproachful look: "If Luo Ming wasn't so sensible, I would have been kept in the dark until now? Seriously, you didn't even write a letter before you came back."

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward and put the velvet cloak he had prepared on his body.

It's really warm.

Ying Wuji chuckled: "Isn't that afraid of you waiting? I'm about to die of starvation. Has the cook in the house prepared the meal yet?"

Hua Chao brushed off the snowflakes that had just fallen on his body, and said with a smile, "Of course I'm ready! I'm here, but I can still make you hungry? Go and eat!"

"Hey!"

Ying Wuji smiled and took out a few books from his bosom: "It happened that I was bored over there and wrote the last few volumes of "Liao Zhai". Sister Hua Chao, hold my eyes for me."

Saying so, stuffed it into Hua Chao's hand, and trotted all the way into the mansion.

Hua Chao hugged the book, with a complicated smile on his lips.

She shouldn't be the one who should be waiting for Ying Wuji in front of the mansion today.

But the person who should wait has no intention of fulfilling his wife's duty.

Even during the nearly two months since Ying Wuji was away from home, the hostess never showed up once.

"It's too much!"

Hua Chao sighed softly, but felt an inexplicable feeling of gratitude.

She brushed off the snowflakes from her cloak, and followed briskly.

This cloak is exactly the same as Ying Wuji's style.

She sewed it stitch by stitch.

(End of this chapter)