In the early morning, Yan Lingji rarely saw Lu Yan with his brows furrowed.
"The Mo family is so troublesome? You were not so cautious when you defended the Gongsun family."
"Go over yesterday's homework."
Lu Yan drove her away angrily and threw the bamboo slip in his hand to her.
"Yes, sir, little lady, please leave."
Lu Yan originally had high expectations for the Mo family. Of course, because of what happened last night, a lot of these expectations have been dissipated.
The Mo family in the Qin Dynasty world was so miserable that they couldn't bear to look directly at it.
The plot develops to the point where Ju Zi dies and Tian Ming, who is about ten years old, takes over as Ju Zi. When all the leaders teach Tian Ming knowledge, what are they going to teach?
Boxing
fencing
Qinggong
swordsmithing
Mechanism
chess, calligraphy and painting
The core is to become a hero who helps the weak.
The art of mechanism is a very profound and comprehensive subject. This is something that the Mohist family can still master.
What does the others have to do with the Mo family?
No one taught him what Mohism was at all.
Anyway, he doesn’t study in the morning, and he relies on cheating to learn. He has no knowledge base at all. He dreamed about geometric space in his dream, and then he knew geometry, and he knew it...
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What do you want future generations of children studying science to think?
Mozi created a set of scientific theories with outstanding achievements in geometry, physics, and optics. If Lu Yan, a liberal arts boy, was really of the same era as Mozi, he would not necessarily be able to compare with Mozi.
There are also Mozi’s political thoughts and philosophical thoughts. I don’t know how much of the Mohist school is left today.
"Taoist Qingxu, please see Mr. Lu Yan."
Just as Lu Yan was preparing for the debate with the Mo family, a greeting came from outside the door. The man's voice was as crisp as a mountain spring, and he suddenly woke up.
When he opened the door, Lu Yan was momentarily distracted by the other person's elegance.
He has a square face, soft eyes, slender and straight figure, and simple and decent clothes. When you meet him, you will feel that his temperament is as auspicious as a bell, like a spring flowing through a cang bamboo, which is extraordinary.
When Qingxu saw Lu Yan, his eyes moved and he nodded in his mind: "Junior Brother Qingle is indeed right. His popularity far exceeds that of ordinary people. This trip is worthwhile."
"Confucian Lu Yan."
"Taoism is pure and empty."
Qingxu, this is not a word that ordinary people can use. The "Tao" mentioned by Laozi is a kind of nothingness that is indescribable. This word can be said to have a profound Taoist charm and is commonly used in various Tao names.
"Um...Mr. Qingxu, what do you have to ask me?" Lu Yan stuttered at the address, and finally used the all-purpose "sir".
Qingxu smiled: "Yesterday, Junior Brother Qingle heard Mr.'s wise words and felt that he was not knowledgeable enough to receive Mr. So he specially informed me to come.
There are still seven days left for the Miaotai Sword Viewing. On the seventh day, I will come to take Mr. up to the mountain. Before then, no outsiders are allowed on the mountain. Please forgive me."
"So, thank you very much. May I ask where Mr. Qingxu is from?"
"Master Chang Wuzi."
Lu Yan subconsciously said politely: "Lu Yan is disrespectful."
Qingxu suppressed her smile and said, "Sir, don't be pretentious. The respect you have for me is no different from before. The status and status of the teacher are not what you respect. What you respect is me, and I respect you as well."
Lu Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he had just become secular, "Haha, it's my fault."
"The words have been brought, Qingxu takes his leave."
After saying that, Qingxu gradually withdrew from Lu Yan's gaze, and his figure gradually became illusive.
Chang Wuzi, the previous head of the Tianzong, has now reached the realm of heaven and man, and is about to leave his post to travel in the clouds. But the amazing thing is that during his tenure as head, Xueji Sword was in charge of the two heavenly and human sects in turn. You, in five years,
I have been five years. As he has reached the unity of nature and man, everyone knows that it turns out that if you grow up, you should let it go.
Qingxu has always called himself Taoist, not Tianzong. It seems that this disciple is also deeply influenced by his master and does not take the difference between heaven and man very seriously.
Chisongzi is Changwuzi's younger brother. In the original plot, he won the sword competition three times in a row and was in charge of Xueji for fifteen years. Later, he was defeated by Xiaoyaozi and lost control of Xueji. He died the next year and was stuck in the harmony of heaven and man for the rest of his life.
Under a realm.
Maybe, it has something to do with this. If Taoists have shackles in their hearts, it is impossible to enter the realm of heaven and humans.
Qingxu, Qingle, it seems that the Taoists who are of the same generation as me are the Qingzi generation.
Lu Yan pushed these things about Taoism out of his mind and continued to think about Mohist doctrine.
In another inn, everyone in the Mo family was also actively preparing for war, just as Lu Yan had guessed.
The six-fingered black man looked at the busy people and pinched his beard, "Master Ben, are you sure?"
Master Ban was probably in his forties at this time. He was a master of the Mohist School and had good knowledge.
But he was obviously more pessimistic, "Oh, you giant, even the Gongsun family has been told to surrender by him. Just talking, how can we win?"
A person next to him was dissatisfied: "Master Ben, why do you need to destroy your own prestige? One article of "Fei Ru" by the former great master is enough for him to drink a pot."
Master Ban glared back, "Ordinary people may not read articles criticizing themselves, but Lu Yan is not an ordinary person. His knowledge of hundreds of schools of thought is not just a boast. The Mohist family cannot be like the Gongsun family."
Another person was more sensible and asked tentatively: "Then let's not compete with him, isn't it okay?"
"Doesn't that mean that our Mo family is afraid of him?"
"Wuyang, Xia Fu, you two, don't argue."
The six-fingered black man signaled the others to calm down and walked to the front of the line, "This matter was originally dispensable. However, this confrontation with Lu Yan made me feel that our Mo family needs some changes."
Xia Fu was stunned: "Change?"
Qin Wuyang asked: "What changes?"
The six-fingered black man held the giant's token Black Eyebrow Sword horizontally in front of him to show his determination. His voice was calm and solemn, "I, a disciple of the Mohist family, are so poor that I cannot afford to study. Even if I enter the Mohist family, I will have to work hard and spend my whole life."
That's all.
Confucianism, on the other hand, is devoted to the study of literature and martial arts. Various factions within the school communicate and debate with each other, and have many elite disciples.
If the Mohist family only knew how to fight with swords, the knowledge of the founder would sooner or later be completely lost by us descendants.
It is good to win this debate, but if you lose, the disciples will know their shame and then be brave. Children of Xiaozhi's age should practice martial arts if they are talented in martial arts, and learn from them if they are talented in learning. I will summon the leaders to discuss this matter when I get back.
, there are many leaders of the Mohist family, all of them have unique skills, and everyone is allowed to teach in the fields they are good at. Master Ban and I take turns teaching the teachings of the ancestors. The education of the younger generations is lagging behind. Who can we entrust to the future of the Mohist family?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Master Ban stood up first, "You said it well, this change in the Mohist family must be done. If nothing else, I am almost half a hundred years old, and there are not even a few people around me.
I don’t have any decent assistants, so the inheritance of this machine technique cannot be cut off in my hands.”
"Yes, giant."
The radical Xia Fu and the more rational Qin Wuyang both agreed.
The six-fingered black man looked very pleased and took his black eyebrows back into his sheath, "Okay, this is all for later. Now, take Xiaozhi with you and let's go and apologize to the innkeeper."
The poor innkeeper was almost frightened by the Mo family's formation.
The whole world is white, but I am the only one who is black.
Several imposing men in black suddenly blocked the door of the inn. They looked very troublesome and the shopkeeper's face immediately fell.
"Heroes, what are you..."
The six-fingered black man took a step forward and said comfortingly: "Shopkeeper, don't be afraid. Last night, this boy was so naughty that he went to pry open the door of this place. Now I have brought him here to make amends. I will definitely compensate you according to the price for the losses caused."
"
Robber Zhi walked up and bowed to the shopkeeper: "I'm sorry~"
The shopkeeper was stunned. After a closer look, he noticed the sign that the door bolt had been pried. He looked at the little thief again and smiled, "It's okay, it's not a big deal. No need to compensate, haha."
The six-fingered black man raised his hand towards him and said, "Even children need to know how to take responsibility for their own actions. Please don't refuse, the shopkeeper."
The shopkeeper finally said the number, took the money from the six-fingered black man, turned back, and muttered: "This is a real hero, he scared me."
The six-fingered black man rubbed Thief Zhi's hair, "Little Zhi, how do you feel now?"
Pirate Zhi raised his head stubbornly, "Huh, from now on I can come in and out freely without touching a needle or thread, so I won't cause losses to others."
After hearing Thief Zhi's dream, several people laughed dumbly when they saw that he was still obsessed with "sliding out the door".
Lu Yan was on the second floor of the restaurant and saw the scene in front of the hotel door.
The Six-Fingered Black Man turned around and his eyes met with his.