The long and seemingly endless journey has finally come to an end, and a new round of inns has arrived. I just don’t know if this will be the end, or another starting point?
Tang Xuanming didn't care about this. The more than a month-long trek made him exhausted. After going through complicated makeup, a group of people successfully entered the land of Qilu.
Everyone here is tall and upright, there is a constant flow of people on the streets, the ancient city walls are thick and majestic, and the bluestones on the road are smooth and clean.
As the hometown of Confucius, Confucianism reached its peak here, and the status of scholars was very high. Under the influence of what they heard and saw, everyone seemed to be a scholar.
Not only does he behave elegantly, but at least he doesn't speak dirty words and roll up his sleeves to hit others.
This place does not look like a place that has been in war for a long time. It seems that it has been peaceful for a long time.
“There’s an inn!”
It has been a long time since he came here, and with the education of Master Ban and others, Tang Xuanming was able to recognize the words on the plaque in front of him.
Gao Jianli, who had put on make-up, was not polite at all and pushed the door open directly, followed closely by Xue Nu.
A group of people filed into the inn. It was not meal time at this time, and there were not many people in the inn, or rather there was no one at all. There was only a fat, shy man who looked like a chef and a boss sitting at the counter, bored.
Seeing a group of people coming in, he narrowed his eyes. Master Ban skillfully went up to read the code, while Tang Xuanming casually looked at this huge inn.
"Shi Lan, close the store. A friend is here today. We are closed and no longer doing business."
The fat boss's rough voice was very penetrating, making Tang Xuanming look at him twice. His huge belly almost burst the clothes he was wearing, which was worrying.
It is impossible to tell that this is a descendant of Pao Ding.
"The cook is able to understand the cow with ease! You really can't judge a book by its cover."
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When everyone took off their disguises and once again gathered in the lobby of the inn, sitting around the table, it seemed like a secret religious ceremony.
Master Ban smiled and introduced the shopkeeper who called himself Fatty Ding. In fact, he mainly introduced Gai Nie, Tang Xuanming, Tianming and Xiang Yu. Fatty Ding was already familiar with the others.
Fatty Ding squinted his eyes and pondered for a few seconds before bowing to Tang Xuanming with great difficulty.
"Your Majesty, please pay homage to Fatty Ding."
Tang Xuanming smiled and lifted him up, saying: "You don't have to be so polite. Why don't you explain the situation here to us in detail? We don't know as much about Songhai as you, the shopkeeper who has been in business for many years."
While speaking politely, Tang Xuanming secretly lamented the power of the Mohist family.
After becoming a Mohist tycoon, he came into contact with a lot of information that only a Mohist tycoon could have access to, and only then did he understand how extensive the Mohist family's power was.
It's not just the magnificent miracle of the Mohist government city, that's just the tip of the iceberg.
The influence of the Mohist family spread throughout the Qin Empire, and even Guanzhong, the base of Qin Shihuang, had many Mohist descendants.
The fact that Mohist disciples are all over the world is not just talk, because Mohist teachings have attracted countless outstanding figures.
There are many dog-slayers, and there are also many people from aristocratic families, high and low, people from all walks of life, and spread across all regions. This is the foundation of the power of the Mohist family. A Mohist organization city is nothing at all.
"Are you sure your movements are not controlled by Qin?"
The chubby shopkeeper Ding did not introduce the situation here first, but asked an unexpected question.
Tang Xuanming said in a firm tone: "No information has been spread. The government city blocked the iron hooves of Qin who were coming later. Three thousand Qin troops died there. By the time the follow-up troops arrived, we had already left."
The chubby shopkeeper Ding scratched his head, looking a little puzzled, and said doubtfully: "That's strange. There has been no war in the world for a long time, but the number of troops near Songhai suddenly increased several times. Even the coastline is blocked, and civilian ships are not allowed to enter the sea."
"I thought it was the State of Qin that knew the news about you, and was afraid that you would enter the sea and disappear completely without a trace."
The faces of the group of people all became serious. Master Ban stroked his pale beard, frowned, and said: "Our news has not been leaked. This has been confirmed. The Mohist disciples are all in the hidden villa outside the mountain. There are no
Enter the city."
"Only we know the giant's movements, and we shouldn't!"
"Has Mo Yu Qilin not left yet? Did he leave in front of us deliberately and find another opportunity to escape among us?"
Robber Zhi proposed a fantasy idea, and Gai Nie looked around at the people around him, shook his head and said, "This is not possible."
With his status as a sword master, no one can hide from him if he is on guard.
"That's weird!"
Shopkeeper Ding scratched his head.
"It's not surprising, because the Qin State has made big moves, not against us, but against Confucianism and overseas."
Tang Xuanming's tone was unpleasant and his voice was not high, but he was able to convince this group of people naturally.
"Don't think too much about traveling such a long distance. Let's rest for now and discuss these things tomorrow!"
"yes!"
No one refuted, and everyone walked into the room assigned to them. The chubby shopkeeper Ding narrowed his eyes and did not dare to underestimate the young man.
Feeling the majesty of this generation of Mohist giants, it was expected that the old and new Mohists would change, and when the Qin invaded the city, the old and new would usher in a huge turmoil.
I didn't expect that the current situation is unexpectedly good.
"That's fine. The previous generation of giants died in the battle in Guancheng, and the new generation of giants have equally high prestige among the leaders. Only in this way can we continue to lead the Mohist family to glory under the oppression of Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng!"
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"Qiang!"
The eyebrow sword representing the Mohist giant was knocked away, and Tang Xuanming's middle door was wide open, completely losing his ability to defend, and his opponent obviously would not give him a chance.
The long sword with cold light was placed on his neck, controlling his life and death.
Accompanied by that cold voice: "You lose!"
"Yeah, I lost!"
Tang Xuanming smiled bitterly, and Gai Nie also argued with him. The second-ranked sword in the world quickly retracted it and put it back into the scabbard on his waist.
After finishing his daily sword practice, Tang Xuanming did not leave as usual. After arriving at the inn, he had much free time and no longer had to be in such a hurry to study with Master Ban and others.
He sat down next to Sword Master Gai Nie. Gai Nie didn't care and sat casually on the stairs of the inn, waiting for the Mohist giant to speak.
"What do you think of my swordsmanship during this period?"
"It's just an appearance! The more I practice, the worse I get."
Tang Xuanming smiled bitterly, Ge Nie was really rude.
During this period of time, his strength increased dramatically, and it was very rare for him to be able to practice his sword normally without throwing the sword away.
After hesitating for a moment, Tang Xuanming asked: "Aren't you curious why my body suddenly became so powerful?"