After eight days of getting along, Tang Xuanming had already affirmed Gai Nie's character. Like most people of this era, Gai Nie valued promises over profits and would not arbitrarily seek other people's belongings.
This is a beautiful virtue of this era, and it can only shine in this era.
As civilization develops, it is destined to disappear.
In the era that Tang Xuanming lived in, those who paid too much attention to their promises would only starve to death, and those who persisted would only be called a fool by many people.
But now Tang Xuanming fell in love with the culture of the Qin Dynasty. It was this unique inheritance that made him dare to take out the extremely important silk scroll among the Mohist giants and ask Gai Nie.
"The Mohist swordsmanship, and their internal strength and mental skills...where did you get it?"
Gai Nie frowned. With just a cursory glance, he could tell how powerful this internal skill was. The sword skills recorded on it were equally superb. It could be said that the top secret skills that could compete with the Guigu inheritance at this time could not be easily achieved.
It will show up.
Now that he had taken out the silk scroll, Tang Xuanming had no intention of hiding it. He took out the Ju Zi Ling from his chest and said, "Take it out from this."
Genie was surprised. His lips moved, as if he had a lot to say, but when he reached his lips, many of the words disappeared.
At that time, it was rumored that the leader of the Mohist family was killed by Wei Zhuang, and Wei Zhuang became famous all over the world and became the top figure in Korea.
Although Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie are incompatible with each other in life and death, in the eyes of outsiders, they are both from the Guigu sect and are actually brothers.
There were many things that Gai Nie could not say. In the end, he just said in surprise: "So you are the new generation giant of the Mo family."
Tang Xuanming didn't know how to answer it. The Mohist family might nominally regard him as a giant, but he would not dare to admit it without the corresponding strength and confidence.
Relying on an illusory god? Perhaps the tricks he showed when he first arrived would shock the Mohist giants and Master Ban, but it is undoubtedly a dream to maintain such a deterrent effect.
Once something goes wrong, death is coming.
"This is also the reason why I chose to come to the Mo family in the first place."
Tang Xuanming sighed in his heart. During those days, he received more than one prayer, and the most glorious one was a prayer from the king of this era, Qin Shihuang.
In 219 BC, Qin Shihuang held a ceremony to confer Zen on Mount Tai. If he could come at such a moment, he would definitely be able to win Qin Shihuang's trust and then sweep the world.
But after weighing the pros and cons, Tang Xuanming rejected this choice.
First, Qin Shihuang still had some time left, and in the wild tribes, there was no time for Tang Xuanming to squander, allowing him to continue to hesitate.
In the most primitive era, it was impossible for the Pi tribe to raise an idle person with their abilities.
If he stays any longer, he will definitely not have a good life.
And his conscience will also be troubled.
The second reason is that Tang Xuanming did not have the confidence to deceive Qin Shihuang. The Qin State unified the world, its power was unparalleled in the world, and there were countless capable people and lofty ideals. The Yin and Yang family gained a respected position in the Qin State.
Their names were in the myths of later generations. Thinking of Donghuang Taiyi, the leader of the Yin-Yang family, Tang Xuanming's heart dropped.
The elder Siming and the younger Siming are as beautiful as flowers, but they are not merciless when it comes to killing people.
As a mortal, even if he succeeded in deceiving Qin Shihuang, countless miraculous people could use dark methods to make Tang Xuanming die without a burial place.
With the methods of the Yin Yang family, poisoning and other methods can easily take away a person's life, not to mention their elusive curse seal.
It's not too easy to kill Tang Xuanming. If you think you come from later generations and have knowledge beyond this era, you will think you are superior to others, and the times will teach you how to behave.
Gai Nie took Tang Xuanming's silence as acquiescence. After pondering for a while, he did not continue to ask questions, but explained the contents of the silk scroll to Tang Xuanming.
The silk scroll is obviously the Mohist's top swordsmanship and the corresponding inner strength and mental skills that only the Mohist giants can practice.
"...The Mohist swordsmanship is not as good at defense as their doctrine. It has a heavy killing intent, which is a bit unexpected, but it is also reasonable."
Gai Nie explained to Tang Xuanming carefully. At first Gai couldn't believe that Tang Xuanming was illiterate, but later he found out that Tang Xuanming really didn't know him, so he had no choice.
It can only be taught bit by bit. With the learning of simplified Chinese characters from later generations and the baptism of nine years of compulsory education, it is still very simple to learn such characters that are in the same vein as Chinese characters.
It’s just that the peaceful days will eventually pass soon. During the trek, Qin’s pursuers finally arrived.
On the ninth day after leaving Cangyue Valley, the three of them met the enemy. It was not the invincible Qin soldiers in the world, but a man over two meters tall, with strong muscles all over his body, shackles on his hands and feet, and even more on his body.
Wrap a thick iron chain around it.
The bloody lines outline traces on his body surface, and the thick chains form a contrast with his majestic and powerful body, giving people a strong visual impact.
Tang Xuanming once thought that he had returned to the barbarian tribe and saw that group of wild and fierce tribesmen. Unfortunately, he was not among the Pi tribe, but on the way to escape.
The giant in front of him was not friendly to him at all.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth was trembling. As soon as the giant man saw Gai Nie, he attacked Gai Nie crazily. Tang Xuanming's expression changed. On the contrary, the young boy Tianming was fearless and whispered: "Where did the big man come from?"
Bear?"
Gai Nie's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "I'll take it."
Then this supreme swordsman took action, Yuan Hong flashed with cold light, showing off the style of Yuan Hong, who ranked second in the world's famous sword rankings.
The eyes of the man who looked stronger than a bear were widening, and the blood-red lines above his right eye were pulsing, making his face look more and more ferocious.
At this time, he didn't have time to think so much, only a sword was getting faster and faster in his eyes, and his arm, which was thicker than an ordinary person's thigh, only had time to lift it halfway before falling weakly.
The peerless sword that was coveted by countless people slit his throat and took away all his strength.
"Low...Low..."
His mouth struggled to make sounds, but they were indistinct. His chest was twitching violently like a bellows, but not a trace of air entered his body, and everything flowed out from the hole in his throat.
After Gai Nie fired his sword, his eyes had already moved away from him, staring at a little bird on the treetop.
The colorful bird also looked at Gai Nie with sideways eyes, especially the sword in Gai Nie's hand.