Mengcheng.

Everything fell into silence.

The moment the word "reason" falls, it is destined to overshadow the magnificence of Zhuangzi's sword.

The sword that filled the world was scattered like wind and rain, floating in the air.

Mingyu stood in the void, quietly looking at Zhuangzi who was indifferent to the world.

The sword of the common people, the sword of the princes, and the sword of the emperor. These three swords are Zhuangzi's sword and the Xiaoyao sword.

It’s three forms, but it’s also one form.

Taoism transcends the world, Zhuangzi lives at ease in the world.

The common people, the princes and generals, the heavens and the kingdoms, the four seas and the wastelands, Zhuangzi's heart is like a giant Kun in the sea, and his movements are like a big roc in the sky. The changes of the Kun and the Peng, the intersection of the wind and the water, have achieved the happiness of this life.

This is the great road of Zhuangzi.

In other words, it is Kunpeng's great road.

Whether it is the Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Daoist Taoist Daoist Taoist Daoist Taoist Daoist Taoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist

He is still the same person.

"It hasn't changed!" Mingyu smiled.

Zhuangzi also laughed.

He looked at the "De" sword in Mingyu's right hand, then shifted his gaze to the "Li" book in his left hand, and said with a smile:

"You haven't changed either."

Whether it is convincing people with "morality" or convincing people with "reason", it is the same style as always, it is still the familiar Taoist master.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Zhuangzi said slowly: "I still have two swords, one sword 'Autumn Water' and one sword 'Ziu Wang'."

"I originally wanted to discuss it with you again, but now it seems there is no need for that."

After finishing speaking, Zhuangzi looked at Mingyu curiously and asked: "The 'Controversy of the Philosophers' is right in front of you. I wonder how many swords you have left to deal with them?"

"No matter what else, Mo Zhai will never let go of this opportunity when the time comes, and he will definitely want to discuss swordsmanship with you."

Speaking of this, Zhuangzi had a bit of a smile in his eyes.

I don’t know if some of the Legalists did this intentionally. Recently, Han Fei has been vigorously advocating Confucianism. Mohism is the "remarkable school of the world", and the theories of other scholars are as bright as a bright moon compared with one.

There are thousands of divine kingdoms and hundreds of schools of thought in the universe, and the public opinion relationship between the two families has never been very harmonious.

Facing Zhuangzi's inquiry, Mingyu smiled softly: "Since I am here to meet with the scholars, how could I not be prepared?"

He turned around, pointed at Yan Hui and others, and said: "Confucianism has three thousand swords, how should the disciples respond?"

"Confucianism has issued three thousand swords, how should the scholars respond?"

The same words resounded in the ears of hundreds of scholars.

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Cai Guo.

"Ah sneeze!"

The medical sage Bian Que suddenly sneezed.

"Master?"

Next to Bian Que stood a girl with bright eyes and good eyesight. She was wearing a light blue dress, she was quiet and elegant, her body was as tall as a bamboo, and she stood tall and graceful.

At this time, she was holding a book of scriptures and reading it carefully. When she heard the sneeze, she quickly turned sideways and looked at her teacher with a puzzled look on her face.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay!" Bian Que waved his hand, his eyes flashed, and he glanced in the direction of the Song Dynasty. Then he shook his head with some fear and said: "Ling'er, how about this 'Controversy between the Scholars'?

Aren’t you going to go?”

"Aren't you going?" Ling'er's eyes were bright, and she said hesitantly: "But Senior Brother Mingyu's Confucianism will participate in the 'Controversy of the Scholars' this time. Didn't Master say before that he must go and support Senior Brother?

?”

"Is this happening?"

"Yes, I have!"

Ling'er nodded slightly, with a serious expression.

Then, she slowly put down her backpack, deftly took out a roll of bamboo slips, opened it gently, and quickly found the accurate record.

"Here~, Ling'er has written down all the master's daily words and deeds."

Ling'er smiled slightly and handed the bamboo slip to Bian Que.

Bian Que looked down and was instantly embarrassed.

He said sarcastically: "Yes, yes, my teacher said so!"

"So, are we still going to Zhou's Chamber to participate in the 'Controversy of Scholars'?" Ling'er asked again, looking at Bian Que closely with her watery eyes.

"go!"

"Of course!"

Bian Que hurriedly replied, his eyes wandering: "But we have to go to Cai Guo's doctor Gongsun Qing for consultation first."

Bian Que glanced at the bamboo slips in his hand, pointed to one of them and said, "If you are invited, you must go!"

"Doctor?"

Ling'er's eyebrows furrowed slightly. She thought for a while, and then reminded in a low voice: "Master, this person believes in witchcraft or medicine, are you sure you want to go?"

"Do you believe in witchcraft or medicine?"

Bian Que raised his voice and shook his head decisively: "I won't go, as long as I love you!"

He decisively drew a line at the corresponding position on the bamboo slip.

Then I looked at a few more lines and quickly locked on a name.

"Huan Gong?"

"It's him!"

Seeing a doctor for a monarch is always the most troublesome and can delay a lot of time!

Bian Que waved his hand and decided on the next patient for consultation.

He strode towards Cai Guoguo's capital.

"Master, wait for me!"

Ling'er carefully put the bamboo slips away, picked up the basket again, and then ran like a deer, and soon followed Bian Que to the capital of Cai State.

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At the same time, Chu State.

Farmer sage Xu Xing paused and whispered: "Three thousand swords?"

"Brother Mo, can you handle it?"

Xu Xing shivered, then turned to look at Mozi next to him.

Mozi was dressed in black, with a medium build, a youthful appearance, and a pair of eyes as deep as a cold pool.

Hearing Xu Xing's question, Mozi smiled softly and asked, "Brother Xu, can you handle it?"

"I?"

Xu Xing shook his head repeatedly: "I can't catch it, I can't catch it!"

"I'm just a poor farmer, and I only know a few tricks for growing crops."

"I have nothing to do but raise flowers, get some poultry, tame some animals and beat them as a sacrifice."

"Where can I catch the Three Thousand Confucian Swords by myself?"

Xu Xing smiled mockingly, and looked at the disciples following Mozi. They were all wearing black clothes, with long swords hanging from their waists. They all had stern faces, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Knight.

He said with envy: "No wonder Han Fei talks about Confucianism, and the Mohists are the most prominent scholars in the world!"

"With your Mo family's momentum, it's not an exaggeration to say that you show off your knowledge!"

Mo Zi raised his eyebrows and slightly curved his mouth: "Brother Xu is joking, that guy Guang Chengzi must have been instructed by my second brother to deliberately provoke the relationship between our Confucian and Mo families!"

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"That's right!"

Qin Huali, the great disciple of the Mohist school who was reincarnated by Zhao Gongming, took a step forward.

He said loudly: "Confucianism talks about benevolence and righteousness, and Mohism talks about universal love; Confucianism talks about gentlemen, and Mohism advocates virtuous people; Confucianism advocates world harmony, and Mohism advocates that the world should be unified!"
To be continued...