Mystery Makes Me Strong

This is a low-magic script, five innate masters, can't be wasted casually.

When he reaches the innate realm, he can clear other people's memories.

Of course, it's just emptying, not directional modification.

It is too difficult to modify.

And to clear the memory, the violent impact of the ordinary car accident may make people lose their memory.

And he can achieve precise control, only amnesia, not injured.

"Who am I?" The Seventh Hall Master asked confused.

"Where am I?" the Thirteenth Hall Master asked.

"What are we doing?" The others looked idiotic.

"You are all my sons." The leader of the whole sect laughed "haha".

"You are younger than me, how can I be your son?" a palace master wondered.

Wen Rensheng nodded, it seemed that their common sense memory had not been completely cleared up.

He remembered that it was said in brain science that human memory is divided into permanent and temporary memory.

Common sense is naturally permanent memory.

He just left three points, but it was just right.

After all, it is completely stupid, and it is not easy to use.

"You're just growing too fast." The leader of the whole sect said without doubt.

"Dad." The hall master said immediately.

"Okay, dear son, Dad will buy you a candy man to eat, let's go..."

Having said that, Master Quan took five innate masters and went down the mountain to go shopping.

Wen Rensheng smiled and continued down the mountain.

The congregation who had just notified him had already sneaked away.

There are only two types of people who are not clever in the Demon Sect: dead people and people with extremely high martial arts.

In the tenth hall.

The Holy Maiden is sitting cross-legged, and there is a dog basin not far away, and there is a large basin of top meat and bones.

A purple dog is nibbling and eating without any image.

Once this black history is more, there is no need to worry.

Not long after, she suddenly opened her eyes.

"It really failed."

She shook her head.

In fact, she already knew that a few palace masters could not make it happen.

The man was inscrutable and completely incomprehensible.

Without understanding the enemy's situation, they act rashly.

This is gambling, nine out of ten bets.

"I want to see if you can make it happen? Where are you taking the Holy Religion? Will you cross the river and demolish the bridge in the future?"

As she spoke, she walked over to Zihua Dog and touched it twice.

"People's hearts are complicated, only cats and dogs can make people feel at ease."

Zhao Han was a little ashamed to hear this.

She would like to say that dogs are not reliable these days.

Forget it, let's eat the bones.

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On the outskirts of Wuguan County, fifty miles away.

A guerrilla surnamed Yang, with 500 young and strong soldiers and 200 civilians hauling luggage, looked from a distance in the direction of the county town, which had been lost for almost a year.

This is the amount of soldiers that were gathered from a few nearby village guards and county towns.

"Master Guerrilla, this is the old lair of the demon sect. I heard that there are many innate natures like dogs, and the veins are all over the ground. As far as we are the old, weak and sick, are we going to recover the county town? Or are we here to die?" talking.

"What did you say? Let's come here to see what work is to be done on the opposite side. Put away the knives and guns, and take out the shovels, hoes and saws... I don't answer these days, and it's not easy for me to be a guerrilla." Yang Guerji ordered. .

"It's still a wise man." The boss breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly instructed his brothers to throw the tattered swords and guns back into the car and replace them with more polished tools.

Due to the ills of the Great Inflammation, many of the soldiers in the Tuen Guards have a shortage of up to 90%. As for the soldiers on the list, where did they go?

They all went to work for the officers.

Yang Guerilla didn't want to come either.

However, Shangguan had an order and wanted to give an explanation to the above, so he was sent out.

To put it bluntly, it is a life to die for.

Everyone knows, how could the mere five hundred young men be the opponents of the Demon Sect?

At least 50,000, and it has to be an elite soldier.

But where did the court squeeze out the money for fifty thousand soldiers?

The only bit of living money, but also to supply Master Sun.

After all, the harm of rogues is the greatest. If they are allowed to flee into the Jiangnan and Zhongnan areas, then Dayan will really die.

Fortunately, Supervisor Sun was about to block them.

Not long after, three people and nine horses appeared in the distance, in the direction of the county town to the south.

One person and three horses.

Everyone is wearing heavy armor, and the crotch is also a good horse, and the two horses next to it have long bows and arrows.

Yang Guerjian felt a chill in his heart when he saw this.

A private soldier next to him said angrily, "Just three people dare to come and deal with us?"

"What do you know? This is a common method used by martial arts masters to deal with large armies," said another veteran soldier. "Ordinary cavalry cannot fire long bows on horseback, but these martial arts masters can. They have accurate vision, strong physical strength, and can continue Open a hundred strong bows!"

"A hundred times? I'm going to die in pain after eight." The soldier jumped.

"And they are all sharp archers, and they specialize in dealing with soldiers with little armour like us. If you let them shoot arrows, they will break us up in a moment." The old soldier shook his head.

Ordinary soldiers are not the opponents of these people at all.

You can only use the same masters as spies to expel these people.

But they have no such masters at all.

On the other hand, Lord Guerrilla himself has a 9th layer of body quenching, but unfortunately he has no inner energy.

If you are really angry, you won't be a guerrilla. Wouldn't it be better to go back to your hometown and be a tyrant?

Although being a guerrilla is not a small one, you have to suffer the anger of the civil servants.

"Hurry up and send someone to shout, say we are here to work." Yang Guerilla ordered directly.

Soon a personal soldier rode out to shout.

Hearing their shouting, two of the three walked out, and one stayed behind to watch the horses.

The two were one after the other.

After approaching, the person in front asked: "You come to work? What do you know?"

"Masons, bricklayers, carpenters, blacksmiths, farming, they can do everything." The soldier said proudly.

"Are you going to fight?"

"No." The soldiers didn't feel embarrassed at all.

War kills people.

Why are you fighting?

The enemy is coming, just protect the guerrilla-sama and escape.

There are horses anyway.

"Oh, I don't think you can either. Well, we are just about to build a new market here, and we are in urgent need of skilled craftsmen."

"How much do you pay?"

"It is 30% higher than the market price. The daily payment is 80 cents, and the monthly payment is 3 taels of silver. The longer the working time, the higher the salary."

"Three taels of silver, can you give it all?" The soldier was overjoyed.

This year, a hawker can earn 20 taels a year, which is a good year.

Ordinary work, the annual income is 122 taels of silver.

Two to four taels of silver to buy a stone of rice.

One year's income can buy seven stones of rice.

It looks like I can live a good life, but this is under ideal conditions where there are no extortionate taxes, no one touches hands, and no illness or calamity...

"Of course I can give it to Quan, if someone deducts it, you can file a complaint online." The man said proudly.

"How did you give it?" the soldier asked.

"Whoever does the work will pay for it. Cash, grain, salt or banknotes, whatever you want." The man continued.

"Oh, just give it to me... can't we guerrilla adults? Those are all our guerrilla soldiers." The personal soldiers made up their minds.

The man sneered, and as soon as he heard it, he understood what the man was thinking.

"We don't care what you do. Anyway, here we are, whoever works will get the money."

"Okay~www.wuxiamtl.com~ wait until I ask the guerrilla-sama."

The personal soldier turned his head and drove his horse back.

"Three taels? The big families in the city only give one or two and a half, or don't give it until the end of the year." Lord Guerrilla was overjoyed.

He has 500 people, plus 200 people, working for a month is 3*700=2100 taels!

One year is more than 20,000!

Grain and grass can also be asked from the rear, and it doesn’t matter if they are not given.

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As for talking to someone, why don't he find a reason to put it away?

Anyway, the parents and families of these soldiers are all under his control, and they are not afraid that they will not pay.

Finally, give them a few hundred pennies for pocket money.

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