Han Fei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed to have thought of a way, "Brother Mo Crow, when you contact the Mo family, you might as well ask them for advice. Is there a suitable solution to this problem?"
Looking for Mo Jia?
Mo Ya was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses.
Yes, you can contact the Mo Family!
For things that are hard to handle with manpower, you can consider mechanical power.
Mohist organs, wood and stone walking, bronze openings, ask the public for transportation.
Let’s take a look at the black technology power system of the Pre-Qin Dynasty - how through the gear set, people can control the white tiger, a mechanism several feet long, across the mountains and forests with just the movement of their hands.
The Mohists must be able to provide a satisfactory solution.
It may be to provide a special transport machine that can overcome complex mountain, forest and swamp terrain, or it may be to provide a destructive machine to assist in road opening.
Well... based on Mo Ya's understanding of the Mo family, the latter is more likely.
Both the Mohists and the Gongshu Family have built powerful machine beasts that do not require additional power, but they are often limited to one or two people to control and drive.
In other words, these black-tech machine beasts can move on their own, or bring one or two people with them, but they can't do anything to drag several kilograms of cargo around.
Moreover, controlling and driving the machine beast is not a simple matter and requires professional training.
It is impossible for the Mo family to be so luxurious as to send a group of disciples to watch and transport goods for others every day.
Mo Ya cupped his hands and thanked him, "Thank you, Ninth Young Master, for your advice."
Han Fei waved his hand, "Brother Mo Ya is too polite. Even if I didn't tell you, you would definitely have thought of it after contacting the Mo family."
In response to Han Fei's kind words, Mo Ya nodded and smiled and remained silent.
At this time, Wei Zhuang stood up and walked out, "I've finished what I have to say, I'm going to supervise the construction of the camp outside."
The orientation and arrangement of the camp is naturally very particular. It doesn't mean that you just put up wooden walls in a square shape and fill in the camp tents, but the so-called generals under Tianze obviously don't understand these particularities.
Wei Zhuang still needs to keep an eye on it personally.
Seeing this, Mo Ya also said goodbye, "In that case, Bai Feng and I will take our leave first and go deal with our affairs."
Han Fei put down the wine bottle, stood up and patted his butt, "Then I'll go out too and see if Tianze and the others have finished their banquet."
By the way, I came with some words of encouragement, "There are so many things going on in the world. Let's work together."
Han Fei knew very well that no matter how many arrangements he made to speed up the Baiyue strategy, it would take at least a few years for this matter to bear fruit.
It’s a waste of time, there’s no rush.
………………
While Han Fei and others were advancing the progress of Baiyue in an orderly manner, Gu Xun, who was far away in Xianyang, was also busy with his affairs.
However, his work is relatively simple, and overall it is quite relaxing and comfortable.
Taking care of children, accompanying my wife, seeing patients, and teaching disciples.
The last item tied up a major part of his energy.
Half a month after the Xianyang Rebellion (Mo family rescued people), Xianyang Palace, the eldest son’s mansion.
Gu Xun and his cheap disciple sat opposite each other, with three booklets made of paper on the table between them.
After such a long period of basic training, Fusu's breathing method has been mastered, and further martial arts training can begin.
"Fusu, your foundation has been laid. It's time to practice the true and exquisite martial arts."
Fusu was quite pleasantly surprised when he heard this. He was not very interested in martial arts training before and thought it was just a forbidden heresy. But after he really started practicing, he found that it was quite enjoyable.
The feeling of true energy flowing in the body, limbs full, and refreshing energy is simply wonderful.
However, the level of the basic vomiting method is still too low, and it is not even considered a street stall, which is really almost meaningless.
Fusu has been looking forward to taking the next step for a long time.
"Teacher, please give me some advice." Fusu was happy and did not forget to thank him in advance.
Gu Xun smiled and pointed at the three books on the table:
"Originally, I wanted to teach you some other martial arts. After all, your status means that you cannot devote most of your energy to practicing martial arts."
"However, after a long period of thinking, I decided to teach you the Changhong Sword Technique, my major."
"And these three books are the Changhong Sword Technique, the supporting Feihong Heart Technique, and a collection of some miscellaneous Qinggong studies."
Fusu was overjoyed at first when he heard this, but then showed hesitation, "Teacher, but I...wouldn't it be inappropriate?"
Fusu knew that he was Gu Xun's student, and most likely the only one at present, but he never thought that he would take over Gu Xun's true martial arts mantle.
Just like what his teacher said just now, his identity is destined to make it impossible for him to devote all his efforts to martial arts.
As for his teacher, as a world-renowned peerless master, and even vaguely considered to be the best master in the world, if he inherits the mantle of martial arts to himself, the inheritance will probably be cut off in the future.
It’s a lie that Fusu doesn’t want to learn the Changhong Sword Technique, but he can’t ignore his teacher’s inheritance and forcefully take over this inheritance regardless of the future.
Gu Xun knew what his student was worried about. He had had this concern before, but now he looked away, so he shook his head indifferently.
"Nothing inappropriate."
"If you feel that you cannot carry it forward, after ascending to the throne, find a suitable successor and pass it on."
Fusu solemnly nodded and said, "Teacher, don't worry, your students will not bring dust to your martial arts."
Gu Xun smiled warmly and didn't say anything more about it. Instead, he took out the Changhong Sword with his right hand and put it on the table.
As the Changhong Sword appeared, a bit of heat suddenly filled the room.
"This is the Changhong Sword. With it by your side, your Feihong Mental Technique will advance faster."
Fusu subconsciously refused, "Teacher, this is your weapon. If you give it to me, you won't have a sword to use. You'd better take it back."
Gu Xun glanced sideways at his stupid disciple, "Not to mention that I have other swords to use... Do you think your teacher, I still need to use a sword now?"
"To me, this is more often than not just a memory of the past."
Gu Xun's strength has been growing since his internal skills reached perfection. After all, practicing martial arts is not playing games, and upgrading and adding attributes are fixed.
The difference between someone who has just stepped into the same realm and someone who is about to be promoted is already huge.
After Gu Xun reaches the highest level of internal energy, the true energy in his body circulates all the time, growing continuously and at an extremely fast speed. The most important thing is that there is no upper limit - at least there is no sign of encountering a bottleneck so far. p>
From the time he first entered this realm to now, the amount of his true energy has increased by nearly 50%, and his internal strength has become increasingly powerful.
However, this quantitative increase cannot bring about qualitative changes, just like...the difference between one Dongfeng 41 and a hundred Dongfeng 41.
