After signing the life and death contract for blood revenge, Mo Zi ordered dozens of Mo people wearing leather armor to separate the coffins, dead soldiers, and large clans from the people.

These Mo people are all elite guarding the city gates. Mo people are very hard-working and must abide by the rules. Dozens of armored soldiers even stood up as hundreds of disciples. They pressed their right hand against the hilt of the sword without saying a word.

The old men were immediately panicked, and the swordsmen and dead soldiers following them all rushed forward to guard the war. The old man asked, "Mr. Mozi, what is this?"

Mo Zi smiled and pointed at the Mo people holding swords and armor and said, "Don't worry, there will be many people, and there will be chaos, and there will be chaos. I am just worried that someone will hurt the innocent by mistake."

After answering, he no longer cared about these people's ideas and left on his own, and was unwilling to be with these people.

Under the sunflower, Shi, Bian Fifty-four, Gong Zaoye and others looked at the situation on Mozi and vaguely heard the big tribes in the town saying why they agreed to the reasons for their blood relatives to revenge.

Shi smiled and said, "They do not support such words, they are just borrowed, so they will lose. We know what we are going to do, so we will win."

After saying that, he bowed to the Bian Fifty-four and said, "I would like to ask my brother to take the elderly who have lost their daughters to spread out to the villagers and just say it according to the statement we have made a few days ago."

Gong Zaoyeqi said: "I asked them to go before, but you said it was not the time. Is it the case now?"

Shi nodded and pointed to the people wearing Xiaoma who were about to fight in the distance and said, "It was not the time just now. Crying to each other like that just now would only make the scene mess. We are not trying to reason with them, their reason is not our reason."

"Only the truth can be considered the correct truth if it is accepted by everyone. Therefore, we do not argue with those people about reasoning and right or wrong, but we must ensure that after the people think we are not wrong, we can explain the truth to everyone and let them accept our truth."

Seeing that Gong Zaoye was still a little puzzled, he explained: "The truth of our Mo people is not the truth that these people originally believed in and liked, but our purpose is to make these people accept our truth."

"So our purpose is not to fight for the right and wrong of the previous principles, but to fight for the trust of the people. After they accept our principles, we will be undefeated. Since they use the matter of revenge of blood relatives to deal with us, and the people agree with this matter, we cannot argue with them about the right and wrong of revenge of blood relatives itself, but agree first and then slowly explain the difference between the great righteousness and the small righteousness."

"This is not something that can be explained clearly in a hurry, but if it is not explained clearly in a hurry, the people will mistakenly think that it is actually wrong for us to argue."

"This is like a debate between a man named Zhongni nine feet, but I just say that Zhongni is five feet tall. If you want to be undefeated, there is only one way, that is, people will accept my ruler. This is synonymous."

Gong Zaoye thought about it, as if he had understood, and pointed to the people who were crying and beside the coffin in the distance and said, "Aren't those people affected by their crying?"

Shi nodded and said, "Yes, but there are six hundred people there, and I, fifty-four, and at least ten more than ten Messians can defend them. It may take several hours. But the same people, the same time, can be said to two thousand three thousand or even six thousand people who are farther away from them to accept our principles and stand on our side. Why should we give up the masses and seek fewer people? As long as the majority of the people think we are right, we will be undefeated."

"Only you can win if you are not defeated. Only when you win will you have the opportunity to explain clearly."

"Didn't Ri Shengchuo say that to me in the words of the disciples of Confucius's evaluation of King Zhou? A gentleman does not be a naughty person. Since our principles are not generally accepted in the world, we have to create a high-level person ourselves. Taking us as the source, the magnificent autumn waters of thousands of miles are all naughty."

Gong Zaoye nodded in agreement and understanding, and said, "Then the matter here will be left to you and Fifty-four. I will go there and see if Luo Chuili cannot win, and I can take action. Unfortunately, Luo Chuili's methods are mostly arrogant and brave in the market, and he can win if he wins. It's a bit indecent. If Meng Sheng is here, it is best for him to compete with others in swords."

Shi smiled and said, "Where are you?"

Gong Zaoye shook his head and said, "I'm too boring to kill people. It's over hastily. It's neither shocking nor elegant. It's only suitable for battle formations and not for ten thousand people."

After saying that, he led six fingers away from the shadow of sunflowers, and left Shi and waited for the high ground in front of him.

Near the highlands, the crying has stopped, leaving only the tranquility before the death battle.

A man wearing three lemons took his own Zhuqi first and said loudly: "Mo kills my father, and you must not take revenge! If I die, I will have a son. If you Mo can kill my son who is less than three years old, no one will take revenge in the future!"

He deliberately said something to slander Mo, and said it was miserable. When he said that his father's revenge was not avenged, his accomplices near the coffin cheered together, which attracted the people nearby to shout.

Luo Chuili was already standing on the stage with his sword. The other Mo people could not compete with him and knew his ability, so he asked him to go first.

When Luo Chaili saw that the other party had said a lot of nonsense first, he thought to himself that I was most annoying to say some useless things. When I was a wanderer in the market that day, how could there be so much nonsense?

But now he has become a Mo man, not when he was alone as a wanderer, and he was carrying the reputation of his husband behind him, so he also said loudly: "My name is Luo Chuili, and he is Mo man. Mo man loves and has the same heart. Since Mo man is already a grudge, I will take it."

"I am not the bravest among the Mo people, and I am no less than thirty. If I lose today, I am Luo Chuili, who is not good at swordsmanship. You can only say that the Mo people are not good at swordsmanship if you kill all the Mo people."

What he said was much different from the man just now.

Teng Shuyu held the sword and smiled with his friend and friend around him, "The man has no courage, and he will lose without saying anything. This person seems strong and has no ability."

"Mo Di is seventy years old, and killing him cannot show my reputation. Since Luo Chuili said this, it is just right. No one of the Mo people I will kill today dares to respond, so that the world can know my reputation, and the King of Yue will know that his father is dizzy and clumsy, so that he will be granted this person five hundred miles!"

The friends praised each other and shouted, but no one noticed that Mozhe was leading many old people who seemed to be crying in the distance, shuttled between the villagers and the people, but didn't come here.

Mo Zi did not care about victory or defeat on the stage, and he had a guess about his disciple's abilities. Although there were also hermits in the world, such as the two gentlemen, he saw these people acting, but he was afraid that he could not afford to be the word hermit, so he was not worried.

Looking at the response from a distance to the Fifty-four, I secretly agreed in my heart.

"This is in line with the method of military formation. Defend here and attack on the flank. The enemy here is prepared and strong, so you can defend and destroy their spirit first. As long as Luo Ciali is undefeated, he will be considered to be defending here and wait until the flank attack is successful, the enemy will be defeated. The principle of the mutual connection between all things is indeed like this."

He thought about these principles behind his back and said a few words to his disciples around him. The disciple quickly wrote them down, knowing that the teacher always likes to teach according to the place at any time and remember them firmly.

On stage.

Luo Chuili glanced at the footsteps of the man wearing Sanshengma opposite him, and then looked at his eyes, and felt confident.

He turned around and shouted at Liujie who was following Gong Zaoye and watched: "Liujie, Gong Zaoye's sword is too difficult to learn. I will teach you a few tricks first. When you encounter someone who is not as strong as you, you have to rely on your strength to win. If you encounter many enemies, you must be fierce when killing the first one, so that you can shock the people behind you."

He shouted, Teng Shuyu laughed, and said, "It is most taboo to roar with someone..."

Before he could finish his explanation, he heard the man wearing Sanshengma on the stage shouting: "Kill my father, I'll take revenge!"

After saying that, he stabbed out with a sword, stabbing Luo Chuili's throat.

This sword is a stab rather than a chop or a slash, which is already a first glance at the sword path. In Shangqiu, it may also make a name for itself among the three or five households.

But Luo Chuili is one of the few disciples among the Mo people who are famous in the "Killing Warriors" when they were young as a stain. They don't know how many fights they fought in the market and killed a few people among the Mo people.

He only took a look and knew that although this man knew about assassination, he was not strong enough.

The sword was unstable and shaking, which was obviously due to insufficient wrist strength, which was exactly what he had guessed before.

Seeing the sword stabbing at him, Luo Chuili actually acted as a swordsman's taboo, neither dodging nor stabbing, but raised his arm to hit the opponent's sword with all his strength.

With a jingle, the two golds intersect.

Luo Chuili used all his strength to deceive the other party, which was to deceive the opponent inadequate strength. This was the full strength of a brave and ruthless person who survived in the market. How could that person wearing Sanshengma withstand it?

I felt like the tiger's mouth was numb, and it seemed to be about to crack. My arms were trembling even more violently, and I could hardly hold the bronze sword.

Luo Chuili used his sword to storm the opponent's assassination, bullied himself forward, turned his figure, grabbed the opponent's arm with his right hand, pushed his shoulder upwards and pressed his armpits, suddenly exerted force from his waist, and directly threw the opponent from behind and threw him to the ground with a loud shout.

With a hush, the young man fell behind the ground and suddenly fell to his lungs and coughed constantly. He felt as if a stonemason hit his chest with a sledgehammer, buzzing.

But he knew he was in danger and quickly turned over to escape, but he didn't expect that as soon as he turned over, he felt a pain in his arm and couldn't help screaming.

When he looked closely, he was even more panicked: Luo Chuili actually inserted the copper sword straight into his arm, nailed his forearm to the soil, and penetrated his arms and could no longer stretch them, and the pain thrust his heart.

After shouting, Luo Chuili stretched out his right leg and took advantage of the opportunity when the other party wanted to get up and push away the short sword inserted into his arm. He only raised his head and clamped the other party's neck with the bend of the knee of his right leg, using the horn-pressing technique to make the other party unable to move.

With a hard pinch, the other party was unable to breathe smoothly, his eyes turned black, his neck and neck artery was stuck tightly by Luo Chuili's legs, and his arms were painful but he couldn't scream, leaving only his legs to struggle.

Taking advantage of the silence for a moment, Luo Chuili shouted to Liuzhi: "This is a way to make you strong and less powerful. You have to use what you are good at and what others are not good at. I will teach you again, how to intimidate you if you are surrounded by many people!"

After saying that, he raised his fist and punched the man hard on the bridge of his nose. One was to intimidate him, and the other was to feel that he had been holding a breath from the first time he knew about making money to sacrifice to a living person in the past six months.

With a punch, the opponent's nose bridge was smashed to pieces, and the opponent could not resist even if he squeezed his knees hard.

He punched another shot and hit the temple, and the man was half dead at this time.

He did not hit the third punch, but stood up and pulled the man up, turned slightly, stepped heavily on his neck with his right foot, and broke the bone with a click, and died immediately.

He grabbed the dead man with both hands, threw him towards the coffin, and fell to the ground with a bang.
Chapter completed!