There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and the years do not know the years.

      In Tianji City, just as it was dawn, the children of the Mo family began to exercise routinely.

    Du Ruo, Mo Xuan and the elders took away most of the adult elites in Tianji City, leaving behind some old, weak, sick and disabled.

      And these Mohist teenagers are the hope of Qianjicheng's future.

       On the rugged mountain road leading to the top of the mountain, the Mohist teenagers carried buckets and walked as fast as they flew.

    The city has its own mountain spring water. This is the method of the Mohist school to train children. You must work hard to do whatever kung fu to practice. A strong body is the foundation.

      It is late autumn, the earth is bleak and the mountain wind is a little cool.

     These Mohist teenagers were still bare-handed and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step in the chilly autumn wind.

    Mo Li, who was walking the most, staggered for a moment, and the bucket on his shoulder almost burst out from water.

    "Mo Li, I want to be lazy again, right?" A shout suddenly came from behind, and a stone was accurately shot on his butt. Mo Li ohed and quickly cheered up to the mountain

       run.

    Mo Ge picked up a pair of buckets and scolded him, "Always want to be lazy, this is the basic skill of our Mo family's children to work hard. If you want to develop a body of steel and iron, you must not slack off.

    !”

    "I know." Mo Li said with a bitter face: "Mo Ge, senior sister is not here, I think you are about to become the second senior sister!"

    "Hmph! If the senior sister is here, it would be strange if she can spare you easily."

    Mo Li said with a bitter face: "Senior Brother Ge, do you say we are working hard all day long and reading and literacy. When will we get out of the mountain? I heard that Senior Brother Gu Hu and the others followed him to Taishan

    , I said that there, I can get the power of a god or a fairy."

    Mo Ge said: "This is the root of our Mo family disciples. If the eldest sister and the others succeed, they will come back."

    "Don't~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

     As soon as Mo Ge finished speaking, a melodious bell rang in Tianji City.

     The Mo family disciples who were carrying water up the mountain couldn't help but stop and turned to look at Tianji City in the valley.

    "Don't~~don't~don't~don'"

    Mo Ge suddenly looked moved and said excitedly: "Six times, it's the senior sister and the others who are back, it's the elder Zhongli and the others who are back."

    Moge threw the bucket and ran down the mountain. The young men were overjoyed and threw the buckets down the mountain one after another.

      In the square, people in Tianji City helped the elderly and the young, surrounded them.

     After some relatives went to Mount Tai, they were all looking for their relatives in the crowd. When they found the family, they hugged each other and were very happy.

     As relatives have also died on this expedition. After the family found out, they couldn't help but shed tears on the spot.

    "Senior sister! Senior sister, you are back!" Mo Li rushed up in surprise and hugged Mo Xuan.

    In the past, Mo Xuan was responsible for training them. They were very kind to Mo Xuan as his teacher and sister.

    "Hey, it's not long before, you've grown taller." Mo Xuan touched his head and smiled and said, "You haven't been lazy during the time when Senior Sister is away."

    "Of course there is no more!" Mo Ge screamed, pulled open the clothes on his shoulders, and shouted: "Look, look, there are still red marks. We were just carrying water up the mountain, two days a day

     The study and literacy of reading and literacy has never stopped!”

    "Well, this is almost the same." Mo Xuan smiled with satisfaction.

    Mo Li looked around and asked, "Senior Sister, where is Senior Brother Park? He said that when he comes back, he will buy me maltose."

    Mo Xuan felt ache in her heart and said, "Senior Brother Park, and some uncles and senior brothers, I will never come back."

    The smile on Mo Li's face suddenly subsided.

    Momen defrauded life and death, and said seriously, taking the world as its responsibility, and traveling in the mountains and often sacrificed.

     And Mohist disciples received education since childhood and could also accept death and parting. However, when they heard that people they knew were gone, they would inevitably be sad.

    Mo Xuan patted his shoulder gently and sighed sadly. Tears were already shining in her eyes.

     How many good brothers are there for you to be together and never come back!

     At some point, the Mo family brothers who got together again sang the Mo family's "Song of Sorrow".

     Some ink hold iron swords, some ink hold saws, and some ink hold sticks...

    "The people are suffering—

     Why is the troubles of the world too urgent?

     The hungry are not allowed to eat, and the cold is not allowed to wear.

     The chaos cannot be cured, and those who are tired cannot rest..."

     Some Mohist disciples slapped the scabbard in their hands, while others tapped the saw and planked in their hands, and sang together vigorously: "The husband has no home, and his wife and children have lost their warm mats.

    . The widows and widows have no place to rely on, the people around the road cry. I miss my sufferings in the people's livelihood, the righteous man dances with his relatives!"

      When the last sentence was chanting, no matter whether it was male or female or young, all the ink sang in unison: "I think about my hardship in the people's livelihood, the righteous man danced with a kid——!"

      After singing, the ink present ended with two "clicks" and "clicks" at the same time, then placed the scabbard and tools in front of him, opened his arms, and shouted: "Li

    The heroic spirit of the ink generation, and the soul returns——!"

    Mohist school originated from the guardians of Qing Temples. It was established by ancient emperors to check and balance the officials of Xihe who held the power of the divine power. Although it was incompatible with the Yin and Yang family, it also believed in the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth, so it was to be with Yin and Yang.

     's family is also the same source.

     At this moment, they were commemorating all the fellow disciples who went on war on the same day and could not return this time.

    Zhou Tianxing's eyes were red.

     He still remembered that when he and Aze broke through the 108th level of Tianji City, at that time, in this square, there were eight hundred swordsmen who surrounded them with swords.

    The Momen at that time was strong and the horses were strong. Tianji City was full of vitality.

     However, when he came, he brought hope to the Momen and destruction to the Momen.

    Du Ruo gently held Zhou Tianxing's hand.

    Zhou Tianxing looked at Du Ruo, and Du Ruo looked at him gently, as if he understood all the pain and anxiety in his heart.

    Du Ku said softly: "Brother Tianxing, I have become a master of the Momen Sect and have read many books from the Momen Sect. The Mo family has experienced many ups and downs since the Warring States Period.

     Life and death, I don’t know how many times it has been almost wiped out.

     But I, a disciple of the Mo family, have no regrets. Because we are looking for a good way to save the world and the people. For this goal, we go through fire and death without any hesitation!

    This time, we are doing this for this! So what if it is wrong? If you don’t pursue it, how can you know whether it is right or wrong? As long as you are good in your heart, you won’t lose money in your big fortune.

      and they can continue to search with confidence.”

    Zhou Tianxing nodded. His girl had grown up. Sometimes, he felt that what those young shoulders could carry was heavier than him.

    Du Ruo's eyes flashed over the men and women in the square, and said softly: "We are back. The biggest difference between us and Senior Brother Mo Tianji is no longer there.

    I am a juvenile and I have the responsibility to get him back with my fellow disciples who left with me!"

     She is no longer the simple girl who only knows love. From this moment on, she will have to bear a lot of things.

    Mohist school, the Mohist people, and the world.
Chapter completed!