"This yin-yang eye is really wonderful, it can actually be the same as the real eye!"
"If we get more yin and yang vision eyes, wouldn't it be possible to monitor every corner?" Gong Shuqiu stroked his beard with one hand and held a palm-sized machine eye in the other and nodded constantly, with a smile on his face.
When he looked at the Onmyoji that Jingzhou sent before, he still had doubts about whether this machine eye could be made. After all, it would be very difficult to actually make such an ingenious thing, just like a profound book.
Although most people can understand the martial arts secrets, very few can practice them!
"This gift from Mr. Qing is so valuable!"
In the eyes of Gong Shuqiu, the Yin Yang family's organ skills are priceless, comparable to life.
Although Gongshuqiu had exchanged Gongshushu's skills for such a thing, Gongshuqiu felt that he still owed Jingzhou a favor.
After all, Gongshu Jia was originally studying mechanism skills. The same mechanism skills may be the icing on the cake for Jingzhou, but for Gongshu Qiu, it is the key to determining whether Gongshu Jia can strengthen his inheritance!
Gong Shuqiu stared at the machine eye in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became. Suddenly his ears twitched, his head turned, and he glanced outside. Then he placed the machine eye on the table and walked out.
Seeing his disciple come back alone, Gongshu Qiu couldn't help but ask: "Why are you the only one who came back? Where is the Master?"
The disciple of the public loser said respectfully: "Master, the master of the state is not at the Yin and Yang family. He said that he went to the state of Qi!"
"Going to Qi State?"
Gong Shuqiu muttered this, feeling extremely regretful.
What are you going to do in the State of Qi? Don't you want to talk to those idiots who can only shake their heads and recite "Zi Yue"?
Confucianism and Mohism are so famous, but in the eyes of Gong Shuqiu, they are nothing more than that.
"It's a pity, it's a pity! If I had built this machine eye a few days earlier, I think the Imperial Master would not have left yet."
After this mechanism was created, Gong Shuqiu created it, and he couldn't wait to show it to Jingzhou and discuss the mechanism technique.
Not only would this allow him to return some favors, but he might also be able to hear some fresh insights from the National Normal University.
He has lived for most of his life, but he has never seen anyone as talented in mechanical arts as the Imperial Master.
Even he himself felt that he was far inferior to the National Preceptor.
He couldn't simply read the records of Gongshu's mechanism skills in one day and remember them in his mind.
After all, there are more than 3,600 volumes of that overbearing machine technique.
At this time, Jingzhou was not in Xianyang, and he could only enjoy the scenery alone, which was a bit unsightly.
"Forget it, let's wait until the Imperial Master comes back." Gongshu Qiu dismissed his disciples, turned around and returned to the room to study the machine eye.
He felt that this machine eye seemed to be missing something. Its potential and functions were not limited to these.
"It's a pity that the Imperial Master is not here. Otherwise, with the strength of the two of us, this machine eye may be more useful."
On this day, in front of the Little Sage Village, a row of Confucian disciples stood with solemn expressions. The leader was solemnly dressed, and he was the head of Confucianism, Fu Nian.
Shengqi stood on one side with his eyes closed, like a stone sculpture.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and he looked to the side, only to see a horse-drawn carriage coming from a distance. The horse-drawn carriage only slowed down when he was still a few hundred meters away from the Little Sage Village.
The crisp silver bells became louder and louder, and within a moment, the carriage arrived in front of everyone.
A group of Confucian disciples looked up at the huge carriage, constantly guessing who the person in the carriage was, and wanted to be received by the head in person.
"Sir, the Little Saint's Villa has arrived."
A puppet came forward from behind the carriage, opened the carriage, and stood aside, bowing his head respectfully.
"What a strange person, his feet never touch the ground!"
A group of Confucian disciples looked at the puppet. Even though they had read all the books, they had never heard of such a person in the world.
If it weren't for the strict rules of Confucianism, these Confucian disciples would have already opened their mouths to discuss it.
Without keeping everyone waiting, they saw two figures, one purple and one red, getting off the carriage one after another.
"Fu Nian has met the Imperial Master!"
Fu Nian stepped forward and bowed.
The other party is the national master of the Qin State, and his status is respected, so he still needs to have the proper etiquette.
"I've met Master Fu Nian," Jingzhou returned the gesture. This trip was to visit Confucianism, so it was hard for him to lose his etiquette.
After the salute, Fu Nian had time to look at the person in front of him carefully.
The man in front of him was wearing a purple robe, with an extraordinary handsome face, and an indescribable elegance about him. If he hadn't learned Jing Zhou's identity in advance, Fu Nian wouldn't have thought that this man would be a member of the Yin Yang family.
With this temperament, Fu Nian couldn't help but admire in his heart: "What a humble gentleman!"
No one would doubt that such a person was a Confucian. Fu Nianbian's favorable impression of Jingzhou increased a lot.
Nice tea, please, Imperial Master!"
"That's good for Master Fu Nian." Jing Zhou laughed loudly, followed Fu Nian, and nodded to Han Fei who was standing behind the gate with a smile.
Han Fei really loves to join in the fun, and he actually blends in with the crowd and winks.
Calculating the time, it was almost time for him to end his studies and return to South Korea to revitalize the country.
Such a person was extremely smart, ambitious, and a master of Legalism, but in the end his appearance was short-lived, which made Jingzhou feel a little pity.
"Ahem!"
Han Fei took a sip of wine, said "Aha", and said to himself: "It seems that not only is this young master liked by girls, but this man can't stop his charm."
"Oh, my wine!" The squirt just now wasted a big mouthful of wine, which made him feel distressed. He shook the wine bottle and felt that the wine in it had bottomed out, and he felt weak again.
"It's him!"
When Zimu mingled in the crowd and saw Jing Zhou and Da Siming, he felt like a bolt from the blue. He stood on the ground and froze. He never thought that the two demons and monsters in the inn would be guests of Little Saint Xian Manor!
Several Confucian disciples waved their hands in front of Zimu and said, "Zimu, what's wrong with you? What are you doing in a daze? You're sweating profusely. Could it be that you're sick?"
"It's okay, it's okay. I caught a cold last night and I feel a little uncomfortable today."
A Confucian disciple shook his head and said, "That's such a pity. The woman in red is a rare beauty."
Upon hearing this, Zimu shivered again, as if he saw the bloody skeleton again.
"I...I feel a little uncomfortable, so I'm going back first."
Making an excuse, Zimu left in a hurry. Even if he was beaten to death, he didn't want to look at Da Siming's face again.
"What a pity. Let's go and see that beauty~"
"The Holy Master once said that a gentleman has food and sex, and this fair lady is naturally a gentleman who loves to fight. Let's go together, go together..."