"Shiquan Jiazisuo, Master Ban? It seems that when Yan State surrendered, they were quite smart and had backup plans."
Master Xu put aside the tangled letters, remembered his old friends of the Mohist family, raised his head, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply.
"It turns out that guy, Mr. Ben, is not dead at all. Hey, it made us sigh for him back then. It's really unjust."
Thief Zhi reached out to brush his bangs, grinning and expressing his dissatisfaction with Master Ban.
"But let me tell you, Lao Xu, this time Li Si asked you to help crack the Shiquan Jiazi Lock. It might be related to the life of Old Man Ban's organization. What are you going to do?"
The Chu Mo branch headed by Xu Fuzi, together with the remaining Qi Mo, all took root in the former Korean area ruled by the empire. As the number one swordsmith in the world conferred by His Majesty the Emperor, Xu Fuzi placed his sword furnace in Ying.
Xiping near the junction of Chuanjun and Chenjun.
This is because this area is a feng shui treasure land for swordsmiths. The famous general Moye was forged here hundreds of years ago. Over the hundreds of years of the Warring States Period, countless swords were produced here. It was once the most important sword in Korea.
Iron smelting center.
Master Xu heard Thief Zhi asking himself, so he picked up a long sword in front of him, looked at it carefully, stretched out his hand to touch it, but there was no answer.
This sword is three feet long and its hilt is shaped like a golden pagoda.
Thief Zhi waited impatiently and rushed to his eyes. He put his hands on his hips and urged: "Old Xu, please speak up. You have been thinking about this Ben Lei Sword for several days and you haven't figured out anything yet. This is the time."
"
Master Xu raised his head and looked at him with cold eyes, "Does the question you ask make sense? Li Si sent someone to invite you, how can I not go?"
Robber Zhi's face suddenly stiffened, and he scratched his face with his fingers, "Well, you can make up a reason to shirk it."
"Put your heart back in your stomach, and Qilin will not be destroyed by the empire so easily. On the contrary, if we disobey Li Si, we may be caught in a trap tomorrow."
Uh-huh~
Master Xu put the Thunder Sword back into its scabbard, his white eyebrows drooped, and the wrinkles near his eyes seemed to have become deeper.
"Then since we have to go, cough~"
Bandit Zhi pretended to cough, then put on a pose that he thought was handsome, winked and said, "How about you let me, the Bandit Commander who is the best in the world in light arts, go with you, Lao Xu. Uh-huh~"
"The Commander-in-Chief of Thieves, the King of Thieves, the Great Thief, the Grand Thief...Brother Thief Zhi, I think your name is quite like a nickname."
At this time, a man complained with a clear voice.
"Huh? Ding Xiaobo, it's your boy." Thief Zhi exhaled from his nostrils, crossed his arms and looked at the person coming, "Hey, what do you mean, are you jealous of my reputation as handsome thieves."
Ding Xiaobo is a member of Qi Mo's chef Ding family. Fatty Ding from an inn is his second uncle. His sword-fighting skills have been passed down from ancient times, and his martial arts skills are among the best in the Mo family. If we really fight, Robber Zhi will not
his opponent.
Ding Xiaobo's brows twitched, he waved his hand towards Bandit Zhi, and walked past him, "Then Master Bandit, please stay and look after the house. I will accompany Master Xu to Xianyang."
"Ah? Lao Xu, you-"
The bandit is still surprised, but Master Xu has already nodded in agreement: "Well, let's go, Xiaobo."
"Yes, Master Xu, I have already packed it up."
"Haha, okay, I feel more at ease with you accompanying me."
The old and the young just walked out while talking to each other, leaving Taizhi standing there dumbfounded.
…
Master Xu, Ding Xiaobo, and more than a dozen Mohist disciples were preparing to set off for Xianyang.
Before boarding the carriage, Master Xu pointed to the second carriage behind and asked, "Do we have so many things? Xiaobo, what have you brought?"
Ding Xiaobo was sitting in front of the carriage of the second carriage, driven by himself. Hearing Master Xu's question in front of him, he patted the carriage and replied: "It is a very important thing. We have communicated with famous people before.
Inspired, I brought some new ideas with me when I went to Xianyang this time.”
"Famous person?"
"Yes, Gongsun Linglong is a famous scholar. I'm afraid her knowledge is not as good as that of Gongsun Longzi."
When Ding Xiaobo talked about Gongsun Linglong, his face smiled and his eyes seemed to sparkle.
Master Xu tried his best to think back, but found that he was not familiar with the new name Gongsun Linglong. However, looking at Ding Xiaobo's appearance, he admired her very much.
Famous scholars and Mohists were all excellent debaters. Qi-Mo scholars specialized in the "Mo Jing" and were known as "Mo-bian".
Back then, Gongsun Linglong vowed to reorganize the famous family, so she appointed herself as the new daimyo. She publicly debated all opponents by herself, defeating the Gongsun family and the entire Hui family. Including her father, Gongsun Qian, was also defeated in public.
Ding Xiaobo was one of the audience. He represented Qi Mo in the past, and it was at that time that he and Gongsun Linglong became good friends who exchanged knowledge.
…
"Momen disciple Ding Xiaobo, congratulations to Mr. Gongsun for getting his wish."
Ding Xiaobo congratulated Gongsun Linglong, who had won the entire battle, and said, "Today I get to see the great name, Xiaobo's trip is well worth it. However, I still have a question in my mind, and I dare to ask the great name to clarify my doubts."
"Mo Family?"
Gongsun Linglong thought for a while and speculated: "The most influential Mohist in the Qin State is Master Xu of Chu Mo. However, my famous family has nothing to do with the art of casting. Could it be that you are a disciple of Qi Mo?"
Ding Xiaobo laughed "haha", shook his head and said: "Chu Mo and Qi Mo are both disciples of the Mohist sect, but their research directions are different. Why should there be such a deep separation between them?"
These words deeply touched Gongsun Linglong's heart. There were two famous families. One family's founder was Huizi, and the other family's founder was Gongsun Longzi. The two families had never dealt with each other. After Gongsun Long's death, the famous family lost its reputation and fell into despair.
It was only now that Gongsun Linglong had risen, and the daimyo position that had been vacant for about fifty years, finally had a candidate.
Gongsun Linglong immediately bowed her head and apologized, "What Mr. Ding said is reasonable, but Linglong is speechless. I don't know what you want to ask, but Linglong knows everything and can't stop talking."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "That's right, the name mentioned before, Gongsun Longzi said, the heaven and the earth are related to what they produce, and things are like things. Things are based on what they are, but not more than what they are. This is true.
To be real and to realize what is real but not too wide, that is the position. If it is out of its place, it is not in its position. It is in its place, that is correct. The name of the husband is also called real.
The world in which we humans live is essentially material, and we name the world after various created concepts. What Gongsun Longzi said is to discuss how to define the correct unity of concepts and matter. This involves
This is a question that is also the research direction of our Mohist scholars of all generations - understanding the material world through practice."
Gongsun Linglong's pupils suddenly trembled, she screamed and grabbed Ding Xiaobo's hand, and couldn't help but said: "So that's it, the famous scholars and the Mohists may have already revealed the future a long time ago during the debate between their ancestors.
It’s a spark, but my descendants have failed to live up to their expectations and have never discovered it. Mr. Ding, you, you, are so enlightened!”
She was so excited that she almost couldn't speak. She grabbed Ding Xiaobo's hand and led him into the mansion. "My understanding of "Gongsun Longzi" was largely inspired by Mr. Lu Yan. Listen.
If you say so, I am afraid that what Mr. Lu Yan has learned is also deeply involved in Mohism."
Ding Xiaobo's eyes lit up when he heard Lu Yan's name, "Is it true, Mr. Lu Yan! Seniors from Qi Mo have lamented to me, but it's a pity that Mr. Lu Yan was not born in our Mo sect."
"More than twenty years ago, Mr. Lu Yan exchanged his reading notes with my father for his book collection. Now those notes are all treasured by me at home. I will take you there right now."
"Thank you so much! It's hard to imagine that the Ming and Mo families have something in common in their research. The door of our Mo family is always open to you."