Chapter 195 Scene 26 Things are different and people are not five
In the second year of Zhaoxi, on April 25th, Wanzhou, the capital of Fu State, stopped.
Long before Ye's army broke through the city gate, the rich and powerful nobles and wealthy businessmen of Fu State fled with their families and money. To this day, not a single one of them has returned, and there is not enough financial resources to gather again.
With manpower, half of the city destroyed by the fire was repaired and sorted.
With the assassination of Hai Qiuyang, the already precarious state of Fu and Zuo suddenly collapsed. Then the Ye Kingdom withdrew its troops, turning this traumatized land into a lawless land without any jurisdiction. Previously, various forces
Most of the private soldiers they maintained were lawless people. When the war started to subside, they might turn into bandits and plunder passing caravans along the main roads, or they might occupy the mountains and become kings, plundering all the remaining food in nearby towns.
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For a time, the farmland was deserted and the hungry people fled. The once prosperous Fu country suddenly became a place that the world talked about and did not dare to set foot easily.
But I don’t know since when, private soldiers raised by anonymous individuals with strong financial resources gradually wiped out the bandits everywhere. In just half a year, all the rogue bandits were wiped out.
The common people in the thousand-year-old city no longer have to continue to struggle to survive on the devastated ruins after the war.
The rain in late spring and early summer always seems to never end no matter how hard it rains. A continuous drizzle has been falling intermittently for more than half a month, and it finally cleared up today. And a large area of ownerless green plums at the foot of Suli Mountain seems to be borrowed.
Moistened by the rain, they matured overnight.
In the evening, a flat-bottomed merchant ship without any flags was parked precariously at the ferry upstream from Lishui. This was not the first merchant ship to arrive at Yunzhi City this month. As soon as it docked, there were
A motorcade that had been arranged long ago came to greet them. The salt bricks wrapped in layers of oil paper were unloaded from the ship by workers waiting at the dock, and then neatly stacked on the car and pulled to the city. Everyone was busy talking.
Work, everything is going on in an orderly manner.
Not long after, a thin figure dressed as a merchant ship owner also came ashore accompanied by his attendants. Without stopping, he got into a carriage and left for the city. Suddenly, a worker at the dock suddenly stood up.
, looking at the car driver who was already drifting away, he shouted excitedly:
"It's the little head of the Mo family! It's the little head of the Mo family who's back!"
The shouts attracted more and more workers to look towards the car. Then some people bowed to the car and saluted with great piety. Gradually, the workers on the dock stopped their work one after another, so that passers-by
He also paid attention.
When a man on horseback next to the chariot saw this, he immediately leaned down by the chariot curtain and whispered a few words to the people sitting inside, then turned his horse's head and saluted everyone in the aisle behind him and said loudly:
"Everyone, please stand up. We are all from Yunzhi who grew up drinking water and eating glutinous rice. My master asked me to tell you that you have suffered over the years! As long as everyone works together, we will be able to rebuild our old home!
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The speaker was none other than Mo Chen. Although his words were simple, they touched the heartstrings of the people who had suffered from war. Some people in the crowd began to sob and cry, and then everyone knelt down.
He kowtowed his head solemnly, and a thousand words converged into one sentence, echoing in the still hazy sky:
"I am willing to listen to the arrangements of the head of the Mo family!"
Mo Chen rode up and caught up with the chariots in front again, and drove side by side: "Little master, I didn't expect that we would be recognized by others despite being so low-key."
"In the entire Wanzhou, only the Mo family can sell salt. It is reasonable for them to recognize me."
The young man in the carriage lifted a corner of the curtain, stuck half of his head out and glanced behind him quietly, with an extremely satisfied smile on his face, "After all, Yun Zhi has been the foundation of my Mo family for hundreds of years.
.It is only our duty to do our best to help our homeland, and the people do not have to do this."
"If it weren't for the young family leader, the Wanzhou Chamber of Commerce would have stood by and watched. Although you only used some old connections a little, for ordinary people in the country of Fu, going from despair to hope can make a huge difference between life and death.
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Mo Chen cupped his hands and seemed to be happy to be able to return to his homeland.
"It's a pity that we came back late. If I could have calculated more back then, maybe I wouldn't have left in such a hurry." The smile on Mo Zeming's face gradually froze, "I'm afraid, this place
The land has suffered so much death and sorrow now that it will never be able to regain its former prosperity."
"No, little master. As long as people's hearts remain intact, the Kingdom of Fu will be there."
Mo Chen continued to comfort him, and then asked: "Next, where in the city does the young master want to go first?"
The silver-haired boy seemed to have already made up his mind and said without thinking: "Luo Xing Pavilion, I want to go to Luo Xing Pavilion first."
Standing at the foot of Suli Mountain, you can only vaguely see the Luoxing Pavilion surrounded by clouds and mist. Once you pass through the sea of clouds and climb to the ridge leading to the summit, you can see the cold, water-like moonlight pouring down, which in turn makes the sea of clouds emit light.
There is a faint halo, and the high pavilion that cost a lot of money to build is looming among the sea of clouds under the moon, as if it is half hanging in the sky.
Because it is far away on the top of the mountain, when Ye Kingdom came to attack a few years ago, even though the city was already in flames, arrows and flying stones could not reach this place. Even if someone climbed to the top along the mountain road, Luo Xing Pavilion, which had nothing of much value, could not reach it.
It failed to arouse their interest at all, and it is still intact today.
Under Mo Chen's push, the heavy wooden door creaked open, as if it had been sealed in dust for many years. The floor inside the door was covered with paper. At first glance, it looked almost exactly the same as when Mo Zeming left it, untouched. The only thing
What is different is the flame of the oil lamp that has long been extinguished, and the thin layer of ash accumulated on the ground.
Mo Zeming stepped into the pavilion slowly, and the hem of his clothes picked up a corner of some arithmetic papers on the ground, making a soft sound. He bent down, picked up a piece of arithmetic paper that fell at his feet, and looked at it dreamily.
Familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar handwriting. Time seems to have returned to a few years ago at this moment, to the moment when the young man made a decision and gave up everything to save others.
Many of the thick kraft papers sealed on the gaps between the doors and windows in the pavilion have peeled off. In a corner on the east side, several windows were broken whether by huge rocks rolling down from the mountain or by half-sections of tree trunks rolled up by the mountain wind.
A large hole was opened that was several feet wide. Over the past few years, numerous winds and rains poured dead branches, leaves, mud and sewage into the pavilion. They were then dried by the sun, leaving large stains.
At this time, the sun had already set, and the light of the stars and the moon shot into the pavilion from outside the hole, illuminating an area about ten feet in radius. And in the middle of the light spot, there was an inkstone that the silver-haired boy used to write.
The same number of brushes.
The little head of the Mo family took down an oil lamp from the wall and shook it in his hand. Seeing that there was still half a lamp of lamp oil left in the lamp, he asked Mo Chen to light it for him, and then walked into the darkness in the center of Luo Xing Pavilion.
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He reached out and gently turned the copper mechanism in the center of the platform. At first, nothing happened. It seemed that the hemispherical inner shell on the top of the pavilion, which was controlled by quicksand to open and close, was completely lost due to years of disrepair.
It worked. But after a while, there was a sudden "click" sound in the darkness, and the stuck parts in the machine came loose and started to move again.
Along with a series of continuous creaking sounds, the roof above the master and servant suddenly cracked a crack. The crack became bigger and bigger, and finally opened, revealing the bright Milky Way in the sky.
At this time, Mo Zeming stood in the middle of the circle of stargazing marks on the floor, letting the cool night wind blow over his face. Suddenly, Mo Chen saw something shiny on the face of the little family master, but he didn't notice.
If you dare to go forward to persuade, you can only stand a few steps away and listen to his voice whispering to himself:
"...Father, grandfather, and the ancestors of the Mo family, have you ever seen it? Zeming has never dared to hope that the prophecies he has learned can change my destiny and allow me to live and return to China today.
here……
As the saying goes, people in the world are like stars, just like sand and dust are like rivers. However, today Zeming finally understands that although sand and dust are small, if they gather into towers, they can also stop the flow of rivers! And every person I rescued,
It is a seed of disobedience planted in this world. Zeming himself, like these people, will take root and sprout, fight against the sky, people, and fate, and no one can stop him!
Father, you didn’t allow me to touch astrology in the past because you clearly knew the dangers involved. But you knew it couldn’t be done and did it, so that you could live in this world in vain! There are some things that I should have gone all out for...
…Now I have plenty of time…”
"Could it be that what the young patriarch said he should have done long ago was to continue investigating the death of the old patriarch in Luo Xing Pavilion? But after all, so many years have passed, where do you plan to start the investigation?"
Mo Chen finally couldn't help but interjected. The silver-haired boy had a stern look on his face: "Of course we start from Luo Xing Pavilion. This is where my father died. And the clues I want to find are here today!"
As Mo Zeming spoke, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, pointed at the open dome above his head and shouted loudly, "Your Majesty has been hiding on the beam for so long, now it's time to show up!"
Mo Chen had not noticed that there was a person hiding on the beam before, so he immediately rushed forward and protected the little master behind him. At the same time, a figure jumped down to the ground quickly, as light as a piece of paper.
feather:
"Sure enough, he is a descendant of the Mo family. Could it be that you had expected to come here today, so why did you come to the pavilion to meet me?"
"That's right. Did you sneak into the pavilion to find the manuscript left by your father?" Mo Zeming responded coldly, and took out a piece of paper that had already turned yellow from his arms.
The man opposite was wearing ordinary linen clothes and looked like an ordinary scholar. However, his face was covered with a piece of black cloth, obviously not wanting anyone to recognize his identity easily:
"I have long heard that Mr. Mo is proficient in the art of prophecy. As expected, nothing can escape your eyes. Tell me, what do you want me to give you in exchange for it?"
The silver-haired boy took a step forward and slightly moved Mo Chen away from him:
"Since you know the existence of this manuscript collected by my father, you should also know that he had an accident in this pavilion."
The man opposite nodded without hesitation: "Yes, your grandfather Mo Zhengju and your father Mo Ran are both acquaintances with my master."
After hearing this, Mo Zeming's breathing became visibly faster. His eyes widened, as if he was nervous about getting closer to the truth of the matter:
"Then let me ask you again, is there any relationship between your master and the star destiny calculated by your father before his death?!"
"The little master is joking. If it doesn't matter, why are you sneaking around here today and searching here and there?" The visitor chuckled, as if he was listening to an extremely funny joke.
In the face of doubts and speculations, the other party did not deny it at all. This made Qi Ziyin's heart beat faster and he felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of his heart:
"Are you trying to tell me that my father's death had a lot to do with your master?!"
The person on the opposite side has already fully grasped the initiative on the field:
"If the young master really wants to know, why don't you take the manuscript with you to see my master and ask him clearly in person? Why bother questioning me here?"
"But what if I don't want to hand over the manuscript?" Mo Zeming was a little overwhelmed by anger and directly terminated the conversation, "Mo Chen, take this person down for me immediately, no matter what method he uses, get rid of everything he knows.
Tell me everything about my father without missing a beat!"
Mo Chen received the order and immediately drew his sword and attacked in front of the opponent. Soon after, the seemingly uninvited guest on the opposite side suddenly flew into the air, muttering something in his mouth, and actually struck directly with an invisible force.
Mo Chen's chest made him fly back several feet in the air, penetrated the gate of Luo Xing Pavilion, and fell heavily on the stone steps in front of the pavilion, never moving again.
"Little Patriarch Mo, my master appreciates your ability very much and looks forward to the day when you can join us and become his strong support. But at this moment, he also hopes that you will not continue to be entangled in the events of the past, let alone continue to interfere.
, trying to change the big things he wants to do."
While he was talking, the man arrived in front of Mo Zeming at an incredible speed.
The silver-haired boy immediately felt an irresistible force coming from the other party, pressing him until he couldn't breathe at all. He had to bend down little by little and kneel on the ground, but he still refused to bow his head:
"What if I am determined to continue to entangle you?"
But the other party just smiled scornfully: "Naive! Do you think your prophecy skills are comparable to Mo Ran's back then? He also ended up dying because he didn't listen to advice back then. There are countless things in the world, but you can change it.
Others can also change the destiny of the stars. It just depends on who can calculate more, more accurately, and faster."
Mo Zeming suddenly felt a chill on his back: "What do you mean by this?!"
"Young master, don't you really understand? You have been away from Yunzhi for several years. Why did you choose today to come to this pavilion to look for the manuscript? How can you be sure that what you have calculated must be the truth? From this point of view
, but my master has misunderstood, and there is no need to keep you alive today!"
As the visitor spoke, he laughed and walked straight out of Luo Xing Pavilion. Mo Zeming turned around and vaguely saw the other person disappearing under the moonlight like a line of smoke. He was ready to give chase.
At that time, he suddenly felt a splitting headache, his vision went dark, and he fell unconscious on the spot.
When the silver-haired boy regained consciousness, it was already the morning of the next day. Mo Chen, who was seriously injured, struggled down the mountain all night, called for help, and drank several doses of life-sustaining potion, and then the young family leader, who was bleeding from all his orifices, was released from the ghost gate.
Pulled back.
However, Mo Zeming's first words when he woke up were to order the other party to take him back to Mulu City in a fast boat. Mo Chen was a little puzzled, but did not ask any more questions. Because he knew that the little head of the family was determined to
So when I fell asleep last night, I thought about something.
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