Fang Ming was just an ordinary liberal arts student in his previous life, and he had only a few understandings about the way to drive him away. He only remembered a few words such as "reward and punishment" and "a stick, a sweet date". Now that he is driving the ducks on the shelves, he has to fumble on it himself.

He did not use the soil to escape, but hid it aside and watched the effect. Seeing his subordinates gradually getting together, he felt very happy and knew that his methods were useful.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a sense. I followed the line of faith and saw a scene.

He Song worked hard for a day and returned home. Looking at the house without much furniture, he remembered the previous hardship. He couldn't help but shivered and thought, "I always think I am talented, but I have never had the opportunity. Now the opportunity fell from the sky, as Su Hu said, how can I be willing to try it if I don't try it?"

I also thought, "I am not afraid of talent and learning. Unfortunately, the words of Uncle He's family are the most useful. However, I have been far from rostering relatives. Now, the only way to ask God for blessings to help me luck!"

Without hesitation, he came to the corner of the wall, dug out all the money he had saved, bought incense offerings, set them up at home, lit incense, bowed respectfully, and prayed: "He Song, believer, sincerely worship, hope that the God of the Land will help me to obtain the position of the divine history. If this matter is done, I will not dare to forget the great kindness of the gods!" On the altar, the statue of the god seemed to be watching him.

Fang Ming was shocked. Looking at He Song's luck again, it was another strange thing.

He Song's natural aura is still white and red, and it is the highest among believers now. But before seeing him, he had only a fundamental aura on his head and had no luck, so he was trapped in a small village and could not learn to display it in his heart.

You should know that according to Fang Ming's view, the life energy determines the highest point that an individual can reach in the future, while luck determines the current position of an individual. The two complement each other and are indispensable.

He Song has a natal of whiteness and redness, and can reach the eighth rank official position, but he has no luck, like a fish without water, and his hardship is still light. If he happens to have a low fortune and encounter disaster again, it will be Xie Jin's fate.

But now, there was a small ball of white air above his head, which was slightly fluctuating, reaching the level of luck that the officials had, and his face and complexion had improved greatly. His luck was right in front of him. I knew that he had 20 to 30% of the chance to be a member of the classics this time, and even if he could not get what he wanted, he could enter the officialdom through other channels.

With the worship, a stream of incense and vows were absorbed by the talisman of the priest, and three white divine power were extracted. Fang Ming waved his hand and a trace of divine power was injected into He Song's body surface to form a defense. At this time, he found that He Song's body protection power had been extremely full, turning into a circle of white light to protect his body. With the injected divine power, the white light became brighter, and He Song's head had a little more luck.

I suddenly realized what luck is? Luck is strength! As long as I can master strength, I have luck. The greater the power, the stronger the luck. Therefore, if you have money, you have luck, you have luck, you have luck, you have luck, you have military power, and you have luck, and your divine power protects your body.

He Song is a big customer, and he can generate the most divine power every day. Fang Ming has returned more than 60 strands of divine power. The divine power is transformed into a halo to protect the body. His body has a lot of divine power to protect it. He can indirectly master the power and have luck generated. To cooperate with his natal life, he can retain luck and not lose it, and wait for later use.

For example, when He Song and the villagers go out and encounter a large number of ghosts attacks, he can rely on divine power to protect his body and survive. Who has more luck than the dead villagers? Of course it is him! Therefore, those who protect his body and their fortunes will be born. Those who truly sincerely worship the righteous gods in their previous lives will have better luck. This is the saying that if the luck increases, otherwise they will worship the gods wherever they are bad. Of course, the evil gods are first-class, and worshiping them will cause their luck to be lost.

In this world, energy changes are easier to appear. However, the fortune of the growth of divine power is also subtle and subtle. He Song also accumulated it for nearly two months before he was discovered. After all, Fang Ming had so many things every day, how could he stare at the fortune carefully?

Fang Ming thought about the causes and consequences of luck, and then thought about He Song’s affairs.

He Song still had fifty-six strands of divine power in his account, but it was far from enough to do this. The fortune of the official was two levels different from the divine Shi, and the amount was about four or five times. This means that Fang Ming had to give He Song about three hundred divine power to him so that he could win the same fortune as that of the divine Shi, and then this matter would be almost done.

This would require more than 200 pieces of divine power to He Song, which was not too big or too small, but it was really a big deal. Fang Ming had just collected Xie Jin and his group of people before, and he spent this amount. He would go to the mountains to suppress bandits tomorrow. The divine power was precious and he had to be kept just in case. According to the previous regulations, this matter was impossible. But in a blink of an eye, it seemed that there was a turning point in this matter.

He Dong was summoned, and he told the matter, and asked, "You were a county clerk before. You are familiar with the situation. Do you see if He Song has a great chance this time?"

As soon as He Dong came in, he felt a lot of pain when he heard this. He was originally his own position, but his descendants were unfilial. Unfortunately, his superiors asked and had to laugh with him, saying, "I wish I could say bluntly that my family has never liked He Song and could not speak for him. He Song had no money to handle some things. Only the county magistrate Wei Zhun is a talent-loving person, so he still has 100% hope!"

After saying that, he looked at Fang Ming again and said, "Of course, as long as the lord is willing to favor him, he will definitely be sure to make a decision! There is no doubt about it!"

Fang Ming smiled, his voice clear, and said, "This is not possible. You are also managing the account. You should know that He Songzhi's incense is not enough to be so willing. Once this opening is opened, it will be difficult to deal with in the future!"

He Dong nodded and said yes, knowing that this lord is a very smart person, and he pays attention to rules and records the villagers' incense in detail. If the incense is insufficient, he will not get what he wants.

At this time, Fang Ming said again: "However, there are fewer incense. I'll give him a dream tonight. You can also go in, give him some advice and give him some advice. There is also the ancient jade buried in the west of the village. I heard you say it's very good, worth 100 taels of silver, so I'll give him some advice! How confident are you?"

He Dong thought about it and said, "In this way, you will be 50 or 60% sure."

Fang Ming nodded and said, "Then do it like this. Remember to write a sum in the account and spend a hundred incense fires, so that He Song will owe it first and make up for it later!"

He Dong smiled bitterly, that's right.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Ming found that there was a large amount of cloud above He Song's head. This cloud was white and red, which was not integrated with He Song's own luck, but was connected with him. He knew that although he did not make this matter succeed directly, he also planned to help him with his strength. He Song had borrowed his own strength, and the borrowed power was also power, so there was a display in his luck.

He Song's current fortune is not much different from Dianshi, and he is very sure of this matter. He Song is naturally good for him to become Dianshi in Anchang County. Besides, he asked He Dong to give He Song a guidance on his relationship, and there is another meaning, that is, to let him see that his ex Dianshi would have to work under the hands of the Land God when his predecessor Dianshi died, so as not to be complacent and ungrateful when he became Dianshi.

That night, after asking He Song for his dream, Fang Ming put the matter down, returned to the lobby, summoned his subordinates to discuss the matter of going to the mountains to suppress bandits tomorrow.

In the lobby, Fang Ming sat firmly in the middle, with a majestic figure, and several subordinates stood on each side.

On the left hand are the officials of the Ministry of Justice He Dong and the officer Ding Zhengkuan. He Dong has been doing his best in the past few months. Fang Ming saw it and promoted him to the Ministry of Justice, and promised to help him give his family a dream in the future and let them meet in the dream. He Dong was immediately grateful.

On the right hand side, Wang Liulang ranked first, Xie Jin followed closely behind, and there were several sergeant commanders whom they promoted themselves.

In this world, it is a habit of literature, martial arts and right. Fang Ming was too lazy to change it, so he asked them to follow this.

He looked at the left and only two people, and his natal life was not very good, and they were all white. On the right, there were many talents. Wang Liulang's natal was white and red, and he could have an official body. Xie Jin was even more amazing. His natal was yellow and had a talent like a lieutenant. The next few sergeant were also extraordinary.

Fang Ming smiled bitterly. Now he has only a few people under his command, and his culture is less important than military. But there is no way, the spread of knowledge in this world is very limited, and it would be good if there are two. I wondered whether it should go out and take a look at it in the future and find a dog-headed military advisor to come back.

At this time, the lobby was silent. Fang Ming coughed and said, "I want to lead the team in person tomorrow and go to Qingshan to suppress the bandits. Xie Jin, tell me the situation!"

Xie Jin came out and bowed. He had long since lost his alcoholic smell on his body, and he could not tell that he had been drunk. He said, "Lord, the green mountains spread a hundred miles and windingly, and it is a branch of the Qingshan Mountain. It is a tree-growing inside, which is extremely difficult to walk, but it is not hindering to us. The bandit leader Peng Chun is a fierce ghost, gathering more than a hundred evil ghosts and thousands of wandering souls. I heard that he could use the power of Yin to turn into weapons, and there were more than a dozen confidants, all with swords and guns, but there was no armor."

Fang Ming nodded. Although the evil ghost had Yin power, it was not endless. It was good to transform more than a dozen weapons. He asked Xie Jin to go back and asked Wang Liulang again: "How many soldiers do we have in our hands now?"

Wang Liulang calmly stepped out and replied: "Report to the lord, I have built a new fire. I will only wait for the lord to release weapons. Now there are 32 soldiers and generals, and I will serve the lord at any time!"

Fang Mingshou asked, "In your opinion, how will the outcome of this time be?"

Wang Liulang pondered for a moment and said, "If we can find the right position and suddenly kill out while it is unprepared, those thousand wandering souls will definitely explode the camp, which is useless. We are thirty to one hundred, but the other party is an ordinary murderer, with only more than ten people with weapons. We trained with military methods, soldiers use their lives, and leather armor, so we should win a great victory! Just be careful that the bandit leader escapes after being defeated. If he hides into the deep mountains or simply escapes into the Daqing Mountains, then he will be troubled!"

This is really the most troublesome thing about the guerrillas. Fang Ming didn't want to be dragged by a little evil spirit, and accompanied it to play hide-and-seek in the deep mountains and forests. He said: "You should pay attention to this matter. You should remember it and don't let the bandit leader run away!"

Everyone on the right immediately echoed: "No!"

Fang Ming nodded and asked again: "How many people can use bows and arrows while you are waiting?"

Wang Liulang and Xie Jin were overjoyed. The bow and arrow have always been a powerful weapon in the army. Wang Liulang said: "Lord has bow and arrow? Then this battle is more certain. There are six people in his subordinate army who can use it!"

Xie Jin also said, "There are four people in his subordinate army!"

Fang Ming was overjoyed, waved his hand and a red light flashed, and ten bows and arrows suddenly appeared on the ground.

"You can try it, but it's a common use?"

Wang Liulang stepped forward, picked up a bow, tried the strings, and the sound was clear and he knew it was the best ox horn bow. He picked up another arrow, looking at the cluster of arrows that were flashing brightly, the end arrow feather was made of eagle feathers, and couldn't help but say: "This bow is great!"
Chapter completed!