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Chapter 389 The Mohist Rebellion (1)

Just as Qin Ting's plan against the Zhao State was gradually being implemented, Lu Goujian, the great hero of Zhao Mo who was under the orders of King Zhao Yan, took some disciples to the meeting place agreed with the Mohist giant Liu Finger Black Man.

The shuo wind is like a sharp and cold ice blade, with bursts of sour wind, roaring and stirring up the Yi River, making angry waves.

Lu Goujian and Six-fingered Black Man agreed to meet on the east bank of Yishui River.

Zhao State has long occupied the west of Yishui, and now the Zhao army has also crossed Yishui and is attacking Jicheng, the capital of Yan. This meeting place is very unfavorable for Yanmo's side.

But the Six-Fingered Black Man came anyway. He walked forward calmly, his steady steps seeming to have stepped on the rolling waves.

"Lu Goujian, in what capacity do you date me this time? A disciple of the Mohist family, or a canine tooth of the Zhao Kingdom?"

Lu Goujian held his sword towards the six-fingered black man and lowered his head slightly, "Big brother, I am ordered by King Zhao this time. If Yan Mo can withdraw from this war -"

The six-fingered black man interrupted him directly and said solemnly: "Since you still call me Juzi, then you must admit your identity as a disciple of the Mohist family. Zhao State wants to devour the Yan State and bully the weak by relying on strength. According to the principles of the Mohist family, what should be done?"

"Juzi, can Yan Mo change anything by joining this war?"

Lu Goujian shook his head and asked, with a look of heartache on his face, "The country of Yan is weak, and its monarchs and nobles are all incompetent. After several years of training, the country of Zhao has built up a well-equipped army, and even has famous generals. With the thousands of people in Yan Mo,

, even if they are all defeated, it will only cause Zhao Guo to lose a few more troops, but the result will not change. It is in vain to let the disciples die. Is this also the principle of Mohism?"

"Lu Goujian, did you get your reputation as a hero just by sitting back and watching the strong bully the weak without restraint? You are not worthy of being called a Mohist disciple now!"

The anger in the Six-fingered Black Man's heart had already welled up, and black energy surged all over his body.

Lu Goujian did not retreat at all, but asked more firmly: "Big Master, then tell me that the Mohist family has persisted in this doctrine for hundreds of years. What benefit does it have to the world?! What benefit does it have to the Mohist family?!"

"In your eyes, the principles passed down from generation to generation by the Mohist family since the founder Mozi also need to be measured by interests? This is the Mohist family's persistence for hundreds of years. It is the equal love between heaven and earth that needs someone to uphold! You have forgotten the teachings and concepts of the founder.

, Fighting a knight with a sword is just a small way, Lu Goujian, do you want to take Zhao Mo and completely break away from the Mo family?"

The six-fingered black man was completely furious, his dark eyebrows flew into his hands, and the bamboo hat on his head had been blown away by the rising sword force.

Seeing Liu Zhi drawing his sword towards him, Lu Goujian finally couldn't hold it any longer. There was an explosion on the ground, and the power of the sword, which was also at its peak, exploded through Yi Shui like thunder.

"That's enough, Six Fingers. The world calls you Six Finger Black Hero. Do you really think you are a hero?"

Let me ask you, sixty-seven years ago, King Yan Zhao summoned the five kingdoms to attack Qi and defeated Qi to the point of annihilation. Where was Yan Mo?

More than twenty years ago, King Yan took advantage of Zhao's Changping defeat and everything in the country was in decline, and took the initiative to raise troops to attack Zhao. Where was Yan Mo?

In the twelfth year of the reign of King Yan, the State of Yan once again took advantage of the fact that the State of Zhao was injured by Qin and launched a surprise attack on the State of Zhao. Where is Yan Mo?!"

"Where is Yan Mo" three times, each sentence is sharp and powerful, and each sentence is stronger than the last sentence. In this age of great strife, the seven kingdoms are constantly at war. The disciples of the Mohist family are also people of the seven kingdoms. They really have no selfish motives for their mother country. What can they really do?

Is it true that Mohist doctrine requires equality and love for all people? What is the meaning of Mohist disciples getting involved in wars between countries for the sake of so-called righteousness?

Lu Goujian pulled out his sword, raised his hand and pointed forward, and said slowly and sternly to Liu Zhi: "Your butt is already dirty, so don't pretend to be pretentious based on the principles of the founder. Mohist giant, Liu Zhi, are you really worthy?"

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The swords of the two leaders collided, causing gravel on the shore to fly. The waves blowing from the shore gradually became able to keep pace with the natural waves.

Whether it was Zhao Mo's disciples or Yan Mo's disciples, when they saw their boss showing off his skills, they all solemnly drew their swords in their hands. It seemed that an internal fight within the Mo family was about to take place.

"Liuzhi, why don't you dare to reply? Are you running out of words?" Lu Goujian's voice still echoed through the sky.

The six-fingered black man calmed down, his voice deepened, and his murderous intent gradually emerged, "It seems that you are determined to cause a split in the Mo family."

"As long as Yan Mo does not interfere in this war, King Zhao has agreed to guarantee Yan Mo's survival interests in the Zhao Kingdom. I am thinking about the lives of Yan Mo's disciples, otherwise do you think I care about the name of the Mo family?"

"Lu, Gou, Jian!"

With each word, the murderous intention increased, the power of the black eyebrow sword was activated, and the six-fingered black man rushed forward at great speed, directly taking Lu Goujian's throat.

"Okay, Six Fingers, let me see the strength of a giant like you!" Lu Goujian saw that the opponent actually drew his sword directly, he laughed angrily and shouted, the black energy that also belonged to the Mo family's internal strength began to surge, and he held the long sword in his hand.

Welcome the black eyebrows.

The disciples on both sides wanted to intervene, but the two peak masters were so angry that they were unable to move forward due to the earthquake.

Far away from the battlefield here, the snare following Lu Goujian's traces was quietly waiting for things to develop.

Although I couldn't hear or see what happened specifically, the violent collision of swords could be clearly felt even from a long distance away.

Waiting boredly, Duanshui Jianji laughed a little, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems that Zhao Moyanmo started killing himself without our intervention."

Luan Shen Jian Qi looked at the leading party and asked: "That seems to be the case. Sir, should we continue our actions?"

Fang Fang was sleeping with his sword in his arms. He didn't seem to care about the battlefield in the distance. He just said calmly: "Well, Lu Goujian and the Six-fingered Black Man, no matter who gets into trouble, your purpose has been achieved."

"clear."

Facing the six-fingered black man who was stabbing Mo Mei who was approaching, Lu Goujian turned his sword, stuck to the rules and rolled up his defense.

The long sword collided with Mo Mei accurately, there was no sound of metal, only a muffled sound of "thump~".

"It violates the principles of the ancestors, but still uses the Mohist swordsmanship to catch the sword."

The six-fingered black eyebrows and Lu Goujian's long sword collided continuously, and the strong internal energy of both sides was wrapped. There was no sword energy to run wild, only the two internal forces of the black dragon were entangled and confused.

"The sky and the earth are not clear, the floods are not flowing, the fire is not burning, the king's virtue is not great. Six fingers, Yan Mo has long been contaminated with things that should not be contaminated. What kind of attitude do you use to accuse me? Mo Haijianghu."

Lu Goujian temporarily withdrew from the duel of internal strength, with a calm expression on his face, and executed a set of sword techniques on the spot. As the long sword circulated, the black energy surged as vast as the river and sea.

"All the beauty and ugliness of the heaven and earth are accepted, all the seas and rivers are accepted, all the fire and grass and trees are glorious, all the kings and nobles are close to each other. Love is universal, it is not like you, who raises the banner of justice, but in fact becomes the protector of a decadent country, Liuzhi,

I will definitely defeat you today."

"You bastard! When you are in a big country, don't attack a small country. When you are in a big country, don't usurp a small country. The strong will not rob the weak. The noble will not be arrogant. The deceitful will not deceive the fool. The top is good for heaven, the middle is good for ghosts, and the bottom is good for people. There are no three benefits.

It's bad. Lu Goujian, you have now become a tyrannical pawn, how can you reveal the knowledge of your ancestors! Mohaijianghu!" The six-fingered black man yelled and cursed, and used the same move.

On the banks of the Xiao Xiao Yishui River, between the vast world, two black seas formed by human power surged. The internal forces contained in them collided with each other's will. If the Yinghuo Star fell to the earth, the shock would be so great that the disciples on both sides could not look directly at it.


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