"Um, I'm not sure. Isn't this a new creation? I created it specially for you!" Master Xiang looked at Jin Yao awkwardly.
"..." Jin Yao was speechless. Sure enough, Mo Bian was a theoretical person, and someone had to practice it. He became the first white mouse of this swordsmanship.
"After the incident at Jixia Academy, you should go to the Mo family main hospital!" Master Xiang said again.
"Why?" Jin Yao stopped and looked at Master Xiang in confusion. This was tantamount to asking him to leave the Mo Bian lineage and return to the other two lines of the Mo family.
"All the things from Mo Bian's lineage have been sent back to the main hospital. Only by going to the main hospital can you get better training. The mechanics, martial arts, and classics are all in the main hospital. By the way, leave those things of yours in the main hospital.
Backup." Mr. Xiang said seriously.
The arithmetic that Jin Yao mastered must be kept in the Mohist family. Once it is known to other hundreds of schools, if it is not available, it will be destroyed. It will be a loss for the entire Mohist family and even the whole of China. Therefore, he must return to the Mohist family's main hospital to get the best.
Nurture and protect.
"By the way, when you come back, remember to bring Mo Bianquan, who was trained in the other two veins, to me and bring him back to Linzi!" Xiangfuzi said with a smile.
With those things, I don’t believe that I can’t attract new outstanding disciples.
"No matter what method you use, including deception, kidnapping, and robbery, you can bring back the disciples of Mo Bian's lineage as your master and reorganize my lineage of Mo Bian. You don't want to be a lineage leader with no one to serve you, right?" Xiangfuzi!
Said seriously.
The other two lines wanted to swallow up the Mo Bian lineage, so why didn't he want the other two lines to make a wedding dress for him? The theoretical disciples of Mo Bian trained by the two lines were all deceived and taken back to Linzi.
"Teacher, are you sure I won't be beaten to death?" Jin Yao was paralyzed. We only have two big cats and kittens left in one bloodline. The other two pulses are thousands of people, and one person can drown them all with a drop of spit.
"Then you have to find a way to get the Ju Zi Ling!" Xiang Fuzi said with a smile.
No one in Mo Bian's lineage has become a big boy for many generations. Maybe this kid has the ability to compete.
"..." Jin Yao was silent again. Is it so easy to get the Juziling?
"Let's go read a book!" Mr. Xiang just thought about how difficult it is to become a great prince. Not only the force of force must be able to overwhelm Deng Lingzi's lineage, but also the machine skills must be able to overwhelm the lineage of Xianglizi. This is the true and complete Mohist great prince.
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And the current Six Fingers are only recognized by Deng Lingzi's lineage. Mo Bian and Qin Moke don't recognize it, and they don't listen to the propaganda.
"Old friend, long time no see!" Before Jin Yao could leave, a gorgeous figure appeared in the gate of the Mo family, appearing out of thin air and without any warning.
He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and wore a hat that must have been made of bird feathers. Those who didn't know better thought he was an indigenous Indian.
"I didn't expect that a bird like you is still alive!" Xiang Fuzi said mockingly, but he still invited He Guanzi to the courtyard and asked Jin Yao to make tea.
"This disciple of yours is quite interesting, why don't you give it to me?" He Guanzi looked at Jin Yao who was going to make tea, and joked to the Prime Minister with a smile.
"The Taoist family is outstanding and there is no shortage of disciples, so don't compete with me!" Mr. Xiang rolled his eyes. Mo Bian was such a single seedling, how could he let him out again?
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"I knew that was the case. Okay, are you supporting Xun Kuang this time?" He Guanzi said nothing more and went straight to the point.
"Did Confucianism and Confucius and Mencius ask you to help with boxing?" Master Xiang frowned and looked at He Guanzi.
If we say that he supports Xunzi on behalf of the Mohist family, no one from other schools would dare to oppose the Mohist family. However, the premise is that if Confucius and Mencius invited Taoism, it would be different.
This is the only existence among hundreds of schools that can compete with Mohism.
"Do you need an expert?" He Guanzi asked with a smile.
The Prime Minister was silent. Xunzi had stung the hornet's nest of Confucianism. Even if he came out to support him, it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in Confucianism.
"The benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust of Confucius and Mencius are too perfect and ideal, and have been divorced from reality. Confucians also know very well that they are all empty talk and illusions, but no one dares to expose them, turning a blind eye and not listening. Xun Kuang is taking himself as his own
The price is to break that dream and Pao Mo, to bring Confucianism back to reality, even if you don't want to die!" He Guanzi commented dullly on this Confucian debate.
What is good in nature and evil in nature? The fundamental reason is that the great road pursued by Confucius and Mencius is idealistic, and it is too similar to Taoism. However, Taoism also knows that its own small country and few people cannot exist, so it has
The Huang-Lao School tries to get as close to that ideal as possible.
But Confucianism cannot do that. Confucianism pursues the path of the great road and the world is a common people, but it is immersed in dreams and is unwilling to explore reality and find a way closer to the world.
To put it simply, the Confucian people only talk but do not practice, so they are not taken seriously by the monarchs of various countries.
Now a Xunzi appeared, ruthlessly shattering this illusion, bringing all Confucian disciples back to reality, searching for a path infinitely closer to the world being a common people, and shattering everyone's dreams.
But who wants their dreams to be shattered? They have been immersed in dreams for hundreds of years and really don’t know they are dreaming? They know, but they are used to enjoying it and are not willing to go through the thorns and explore the thorny road that can lead to their ideals.
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Therefore, anyone who shatters their dreams will be attacked by everyone.
This is also the reason why many schools of thought look down on Confucianism and call those Confucian scholars rotten Confucians, but why they respect Xunzi very much.
"Even if Xun Kuang wins, it's meaningless. He can't change Confucianism, and he can't wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep!" He Guanzi shook his head and said.
"So Birdman, what do you want to do here?" It's not that Xiangfuzi didn't know Xunzi's situation, but he didn't know what He Guanzi wanted to do when he came to see him.
"Confucianism is not easy, how about you Mohists?" He Guanzi looked at the Prime Minister and asked.
"Taoism also requires some pressure. Without Mohism, we would be very boring!" He Guanzi continued.
"What do you want to do?" Mr. Xiang frowned.
"The old Taoist just wants to know if your Mo family is sick. You know that there is something wrong with the scriptures, why don't you change it? Isn't it enough to send all the Mo Bian lineage out? You also want to bring in the other two lines. The old Taoist doesn't believe you Mohist family.
If you don't understand the general trend of the world, if you don't change it, the Mohist disciples will die!" He Guanzi said with some hatred for iron.
"The Confucians weaved a dream for themselves and then fell into it. You Mohists have been living in the dream of the past. The Mohists are no longer the Mohists of the past. This is the age of kings and they are no longer princes!" He Guanzi sighed.
Master Xiang was silent. Are the Mo family really living in the past, still adhering to the chivalry and style of the past? Are they really unwilling to change?