Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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Even though the 15th century was the end of the Middle Ages, the church at that time was still not something that Mojiang could shake now.

If he were to challenge the Church's rule as an "outsider," he would face the power of almost the entire continent of Europe.

At that time, his appearance could even divert attention from internal conflicts within the church.

Therefore, he needed an identity, an identity within the church.

Let external enemies become internal power struggles.

72. Cultivating barefoot doctor seeds

Skaritz.

"Remember, the wounded and the sick need a clean environment, free of mosquitoes and feces, and the doors and windows must be open for ventilation."

"The dirt and blood in the wound must be washed off with warm, clean water."

"The bandages used to bandage wounds must first be boiled in boiling water."

……

In a makeshift wooden hut, Mo Jiang gathered a large group of people and gave them a lesson.

Although it was called a class, Mo Jiang felt more like a rigid and old-fashioned master craftsman, telling the people present how to do it, but not why.

To be honest, if possible, Mo Jiang would also like to explain to them the reasons and logic behind doing so.

Unfortunately, Mo Jiang also knew that these people would have difficulty understanding what he was saying, or even understand it at all.

The group of people sitting in front of me are among the few remaining cultured individuals in the village and camp.

The term "cultured person" here refers to someone who can write their own name and possesses a certain skill, such as herbalism, architecture, or the ability to care for others.

They are people with relevant skills and a certain learning ability, who can do things according to Mo Jiang's instructions in the shortest amount of time.

Henry and his friends' Latin teacher was already on his way, but Mo Jiang couldn't let Henry and his friends finish learning Latin and the contents of the three books before they could teach the villagers.

What a joke! With more and more refugees approaching Skarlitz, if we don't teach them this knowledge and tell them what to do, it won't be long before infectious diseases break out in the camps and villages.

Now, almost every day, Fritz would lead his men to a place ten kilometers away to meet the refugees. At the same time, Mojang also conveyed through Radji to the lords and nobles in various places that if they had refugees in their territories that they could not afford to support, they could be sent to Skalitz, and he would cover the expenses.

Sigismund did not only attack the Skarlitz region; he also colluded with the nobles under Wenceslaus IV to launch a rebellion against Wenceslaus IV.

It can be said that the whole of Bohemia is currently in the midst of war, and there are an exceptionally large number of refugees who have lost their land.

Mojiang's choice in this regard was also very simple.

If you can't support them, then leave them to me.

By this time, Radji had also found familiar merchants to sell the goods from Mojiang to various places. In addition, with the banquet held by Wenceslaus IV, both nobles and the church knew of such a person.

A complete fool not only invested in a drunken king from whom he could never recoup his investment, but also in those lowly people who had already lost their land.

The nobles naturally sneered at such matters and refused to pay attention, after all, what did it matter to them how many commoners died?

Mo Jiang understood this perfectly, so he instructed the caravans that had taken his goods to bring the refugees over to him if they could.

He even went so far as to say that he would prioritize providing goods to countries that brought in more refugees.

However, one cannot actively destroy villages and create refugees.

As for dealing with those nobles, Mo Jiang's approach was quite simple...

He sent Radji with the goods and money to buy directly from the nobles.

Many nobles naturally did not refuse, after all, the commoners who lost their land were not even serfs, and to the nobles they were more like cockroaches in the kitchen.

It's a large, flying cockroach from the south.

Now that someone is willing to take the untouchables back, and even pay them, there shouldn't be any problems.

Some less-than-human nobles even asked Radji if there were enough people and whether he needed to destroy a few villages to create more refugees.

Those with a conscience planned to attack other noble villages, while those without a conscience simply planned to attack their own villages.

Fortunately, Radji managed to dissuade her.

"Remember, clear the irrigation ditches, clear away the weeds and burn them..."

"That concludes today's lesson. Once you're all out there, proceed with your work as I instructed. Henry, you'll be in charge."

Henry nodded. Now Henry was not only a knight, but also the chief engineer of this region.

Currently, the combined number of Skaritz and the refugees exceeds three thousand.

The settlement had already been expanded twice, and the walls of Skaritz had been demolished, directly merging the village and camp together, all under the management of Mojiang.

Radji had no objection to this, as long as the castle was left to him.

As for the rest...

Now, Mojang is the governor of the royal territory in this region. He only needs to be responsible to Wenceslaus IV. He not only does not need to explain the questions of other nobles, but he can even ask them to cooperate.

Of course, this is only in theory, since Wenceslaus IV had almost no deterrent effect on the nobles.

If this drunken king truly still wielded any power, then the Bohemian nobles would not have colluded with Sigismund, nor would a large number of nobles have become neutral.

The royalists were actually in a disadvantaged position and were in the minority.

Mo Jiang simply felt that even compared to Chongzhen, he could be considered a decent emperor.

After class, the students walked out of the classroom, and the others who had been listening outside the window also dispersed. Mo Jiang did not forbid people from listening to his classes, as long as they did not disturb others.

Some people probably came to the class with the intention of building a good relationship with Mojiang, and had no interest in the knowledge itself.

After everyone had left, seven or eight people remained seated in the classroom.

Mo Jiang nodded and said, "The usual place."

After that, the people dispersed, and two hours later, they regrouped in the wooden house in Mojiang.

"Okay, this time we'll talk about how to distinguish bedding fever, prevention methods for infant pertussis, and treatment."

All the people present had a background in herbal medicine, or were even pharmacists, and had some experience in treating others.

They were also carefully selected by Mojiang, the barefoot doctor seed of the territory.

Medieval medical conditions were virtually nonexistent, not to mention the presence of the Church, making the development of medicine extremely difficult.

You don't know which part of the treatment methods will be judged by the bishops as blasphemy or collusion with demons.

Therefore, Mo Jiang was very careful every time he taught a class.

The medieval church, viewed from a modern perspective, is just so frustrating.

Even Mo Jiang has to be careful. Although he is not afraid of the church, the talents he cultivates are very fragile.

If any member of the public were to be misled too much and actually believe that the barefoot doctors he trained were blasphemers who made deals with the devil, then a medieval medical dispute might very well occur.

The kind of patient is completely intent on killing the doctor.

By then, it will be too late for him to cry.

After the lecture, without any further interaction, the aspiring doctors quietly left the cabin.

After they left, the five hounds followed them for a while before returning to the cabin.

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73. Strength at the level of the six major sect leaders

The world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.

In the Kunlun Mountains.

A sudden gust of wind arose, accompanied by a whooshing sound, as Tang Hengdao, with a fierce shriek, thrust straight at the enemy.

Mo Jiang's muscles suddenly tightened, and then he released all his strength, like a bowstring drawn to its fullest extent, unleashing unparalleled killing power.

This is just a straight thrust, without any fancy moves, a move that even a beginner could use.

Evil people, vicious knives, and even more ruthless summons.

Anyone facing this attack would have to be extremely careful.

The reason is none other than the extremely powerful, domineering, fierce, and vicious Nine Yang Internal Force, which everyone must avoid.

But this does not include Zhang Sanfeng.

The martial arts master moved lightly, and the blade narrowly missed the old Taoist's face.

At the same time, Mo Jiang felt a numbness in his wrist as the old Taoist's index finger pierced his Shenmen acupoint like a long sword.

Wudang's ultimate martial art, the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate!

This sword technique contains thirteen exquisite sword moves, each with the core objective of attacking the opponent's Shenmen acupoint, instantly causing the victim to lose the ability to hold a weapon.

Mo Jiang's wrist went numb, and his Nine Yang internal energy instinctively surged and countered. The scorching air flowed upwards along the meridians of his arm, attempting to burn away and dispel the yin-like finger force that had invaded his acupoints.

However, Zhang Sanfeng's seemingly casual finger strike contained the pure internal energy of Wudang Chunyang Wuji Gong accumulated over a century, far surpassing Mo Jiang's newly formed Nine Yang internal energy.

The finger pressure was like a long nail, precisely driven into the Shenmen acupoint.

The counterattack of the Nine Yang internal force was like a crashing wave, unable to budge the reef in the slightest.

Mo Jiang felt his entire arm instantly lose its strength, and he couldn't even hold his weapon. Usually, by this time, his body would have already been separated.

But even a cornered beast will fight, and Mo Jiang was not about to be defeated. He immediately turned his inner strength around, and his whole body became like a furnace, fierce and unstoppable.

His pupils suddenly contracted, not out of fear, but because the extremely powerful, domineering, and fierce Nine Yang Internal Force within him erupted like an oil drum thrown into Mars.

His dantian and dantian instantly boiled over, and his powerful internal energy was like uncontrolled lava, as if a primordial beast dormant within him had been completely awakened and was roaring to tear apart all restraints.

His punches were like cannonballs.

There are no fancy moves, no mysterious trajectories, only the purest speed and power.

The air was compressed instantly, producing a muffled popping sound.

"Sigh, that stubborn nature..."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head helplessly. He had somewhat anticipated this when he first began teaching Mo Jiang to cultivate the Nine Yang Manual.

After all, a cultivation method that is almost exhaustive is something that only someone with a strong sense of competitiveness could do.

With a soft sigh, Zhang Sanfeng appeared behind Mo Jiang like a gentle breeze, reaching out to press his hand on Mo Jiang's shoulder.

Suddenly, Mo Jiang felt as if the heavens and earth had frozen in place. An overwhelming force, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, forcefully suppressed the raging Nine Yang Internal Force within him, which was threatening to burn his meridians.

That power was extremely refined and pure, incomparably profound, yet it also carried an indescribable sense of inclusiveness and guidance.

It did not forcibly suppress, but rather, like a wise mentor, gently soothed the rage of a frenzied student, and reorganized and restrained that fierce and masculine flame back into the dantian and the eight extraordinary meridians.

The boiling blood and qi instantly calmed down, and a cool and comfortable sensation came from the burning meridians.

Zhang Sanfeng slowly withdrew his hand, showing no signs of exhaustion, and asked with a smile, "How was it?"

"I lost."

This is not surprising, after all, they are facing Zhang Sanfeng, whose century-old internal energy cultivation has almost exceeded the limits that martial arts should have, and the style is all towards immortal cultivation.

Mo Jiang had absolutely no chance of winning, even if the other side held back. He just wanted to know the difference between himself and the top martial artists.

But he was distressed to find that he simply couldn't understand the difference between himself and Zhang Sanfeng.

"Your internal strength is incredibly powerful, and combined with your innate physical body, you would be a match for most ordinary martial arts masters."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and used his disciples as an analogy, saying, "Among my disciples, I'm afraid only Yuanqiao and Lianzhou are capable of fighting."

Mo Jiang knew that Zhang Sanfeng's words were a show of modesty. He meant that among the Seven Masters of Wudang, only two could fight him and gain the upper hand or even win.

Mo Jiang was well aware of his weaknesses: before mastering the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he had plenty of explosive power but lacked staying power.

Wudang's skills have a long-lasting impact, but once they are unleashed, they cannot break through the opponent's defenses. After the burst of power, Mo Jiang's win rate will plummet like the odds in the A-share market.

"Teacher, what if I were to face off against Abbess Miejue?"

Yes, teacher. Ever since Zhang Sanfeng taught Mo Jiang and they became master and disciple, Mo Jiang has respectfully addressed Zhang Sanfeng as "teacher."

Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything about it, treating Mo Jiang as his disciple, and he didn't pay much attention to the difference between "teacher" and "master" in terms of address.

“Abbess Miejue… If the Heaven-Slaying Sword is not drawn, the two will be evenly matched within two hundred moves. If the Heaven-Slaying Sword is drawn, she will have to escape within thirty moves.”